Cabbage
Patch
Cowboy
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
6
Jimmy Sue held
the wedding shower for Linda Sue. Her house was the largest, and
almost all the women in the community were there except Judy and
Dorothy. They received invitations. Buck asked Jimmy Sue to
invite them due to his and Morgan's close relationship. Jimmy Sue
did as requested but received no reply. Morgan's wife and
step-daughter didn't send so much as a card. The night of Buck's
bachelor party was the Saturday night a week before the wedding.
It was thrown by Morgan Lovejoy, Dan Justin, Quinton Tate, and Gary
Stiles. Morgan, Dan, and Gip picked up Buck along with
Waddie. Buck thought the boys should be a part of the
celebration. Morgan and Dan agreed, they were too close to Buck
not to be included. They needed to see what adults do at these
things anyway. Then, too, the deciding factor was hardheaded old
Buck. He wasn't going to have a bachelor party unless the boys
were included.
"Them boys have
become Dan and me's world. No boys, no Buck," he said, and, he
meant it.
They got Buck
into the car, and the boys blindfolded him. Waddie and Gip
giggled like crazy because they knew what was coming. Buck had no
idea. They drove for a while, got out of the car and led him into
a building. He guessed correctly, it was the Grange Hall.
They set him on a tall stool, like a bar stool, and Dan and Morgan
disappeared. The boys kept him company. Dan and
Morgan soon returned to keep him company while the boys
disappeared. Finally they returned and Buck was told he could
take off his blindfold. Buckely Livingstone Claymore got the
shock of his adult life. For once in his life, Buck Claymore had
no words to say. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came
out. He settled for shaking his head and grinning from ear to
ear. In front of him stood close to two hundred of his dearest
men friends of his community naked as the day they were born, including
Waddie, Gip, Morgan, Dan, Gary, and Quinton; all naked down to their
boots. They refused to give up their boots. A cowboy don't
care about the rest of his clothes, but he's stark naked without his
boots.
They all yelled,
"Surprise!" and you can bet your ass the big man was surprised. Buck
lost it. The big son of a bitch had tears coming down his
face as he hugged first one then another, but they wouldn't let him go
on until he took his clothes off. He had to undress in front of
all the men. Didn't bother Buck a bit. He threw his clothes
off faster than any of them. After he pulled his boots back on,
he stood up, and the men went crazy applauding and whistling for the
biggest man there. Then they let him hug each and every
one. No one held back from the big man. Nobody seemed to
give a damn they had his big cock sticking in their belly or theirs in
his. They only laughed harder and hugged all the tighter.
They all loved him. Many went through school with him. Some
were the shy, smaller kids he and Morgan protected, included, and
encouraged all those years, and they, most of all, told him of their
love and greatest wishes for happiness in his marriage. They
expressed no doubt he would be the best of fathers.
He carried Gip
in one arm and Waddie in the other half the night. He was so
proud and grateful to Morgan and Dan they included the boys. It
was his way of saying, 'I'm sorry for being such a stubborn, hard
headed old curmudgeon, but ain't this fun?'' Gip and Waddie commented
to
each other, by now, being nude in front of many grown men meant nothing
to them. Dad Dan and Morgan laughed at the boy's lack of
inhibitions or shyness. Dan couldn't have been prouder of or
happier for Gip. Being around Waddie and Buck did exactly what he
thought it might. Gip was no longer shy about meeting anyone,
would walk right up to a naked man and introduce himself. So
would Waddie, and they were included in everything. They were not
retiring or hiding behind their dads. Dan had to admit, if it
wasn't for the Friday evening naked poker games, he didn't know whether
he could have done it or not. As it turned out, the party was
such a success he and Morgan felt very proud.
When Dan,
Morgan, Quinton, and Gary came up with the idea they didn't know
whether they'd get a lot of flack or men not wanting to come and get
naked. Every man except six accepted as fast as they got their
invitation including the regular minister. One man was in the
local hospital with pneumonia, but there were five others who declined;
the sheriff and four of his deputies. They thought they should
remain on duty in case there were any disturbances from the
party. There wasn't any disturbances. No one missed the
corrupt sheriff and his hand fed deputies. No one else wanted to
miss the party, and all were glad they attended. It was talked
about and laughed about for years afterward.
"There ain't
never been another bachelor party in this town like old Buck's," they
all said, "Yeah, I was there, naked as a jay bird, ‘cept’n for me
boots. Had the time of my life. Boy was old Buck
surprised. T'weren't your usual bachelor party, ‘at's fer damn
sure," they were heard to say.
Waddie shared
with his brother Gip what he suggested to Buck about running for
sheriff. They came up with a unique plan to get the men at the
party talking about it. They placed themselves by men they knew
were influential in the community, and Gip would start their
conversation. "Ya’ know, Waddie, I been thinking ‘bout what we
were discussing the other day, and I think I really didn't understand
what a great idea you come up with. Our Uncle Buck would make one hell
of
a sheriff for this county. I think we should try'n convince him
he could win," Gip said.
"Aww, I tried,
brother, but he just laughs at me. He won't take me
serious. Thinks I'm pulling his leg or set'n him up for
some'um. I ain't. I's dead serious, I think he'd made the
best sheriff this county ever had, but shoot, I'm just a kid, what the
hell do I know? I gotta' agree with you, Brother, Uncle Buck is
the perfect man for the job of sheriff, but it'll take more’n you’n me
to convince that hard headed uncle of mine he should run for
sheriff. He don't see himself the way other men see him as a
hero, a good man, a leader in our community, and someone loved by
everyone in the county. Why, the man's honest to a fault, and you
can bet your boots he wouldn't be running the department on graft,"
Waddie replied. The boys would agree, then start talking about
rodeoing or something else, but they would overhear the men talking.
"Hey, Joe. Ju'
hear what them kids was talking about? They got a damn good
idea, Buck Claymore running for sheriff. Hell, Buck would make a
fine sheriff for our county; one we could be proud of instead of that
money grubbing asshole we got now." Then several others would get
going and agree. Waddie and Gip would move to another group and
start the same conversation with the same result. The word spread
through the men like wildfire, and by the time Gip and Waddie got
around to the opposite side of the hall, all the men were talking about
it. They thought it was not only a good idea, but one whose time
had come. They thought it was a fine idea, and several of the
most important men in the community approached Buck. Buck was no
dummy. He knew where the talk started, gave his evil eye to the
boys, then winked at them and grinned real big. He was proud they
thought enough of him to get talk started. He wouldn't talk much
about it that night, but it sure started him thinking.
There was a lot
of drinking, a few of the men got drunk, but there were no
fights. There were no words of temper exchanged. The men
quickly found out it's just real hard to be angry with a man when
you're both standing there buck ass naked. Whatever disagreement
two of them might have, the humor of their naked state overcame any
hostility and ended in them hugging and declaring their everlasting
friendship for each other. The usual things went on with a strip
tease popping out of a cake. Every man got an erection and
laughed at each other. Then they laughed at Waddie and Gip
because they got erections. The men were so loaded by that time
nobody gave a shit. The young lady was treated with respect, and
almost died when she saw the guest of honor's huge cock hard as a
rock. It was the biggest damn penis she ever saw on a man in her
life, and she played it up big time with Buck. She even told
Buck, his bride to be had to be the luckiest woman on the face of the
Earth. Buck blushed, and all the men hooted and hollered.
"And I see your
boy is going to grow up just like his old man," she said and motioned
to Waddie. Waddie blushed but nobody told her any
different. Waddie and Gip were sitting next to Buck, and she
played it up to them, too. Waddie and Gip blushed along with
their big cowboy uncle. A good time was had by all. Waddie
and Gip ended up the next morning with a very sick Buck Claymore in his
bed. They played nurse to him with aspirin and cold wash cloths
for his head until early afternoon. He was grateful to have the
boys there to help, and thanked Dan several times for letting Gip stay
over to help Waddie. Aside from his usual pull of Comfort now and
then, Buck wasn’t really a drinker, and he had a little too much. He
was paying for it half the day on Sunday. He missed
church. So did almost every man in town. They even had to
bring in a substitute minister because their regular minister attended
and was too damn sick for services. The women all looked at each
other and snickered while some clucked their tongues. They knew
what went on. They didn't know about the nudity, but they knew
about the bachelor party; however, because it was for one of the most
beloved men in the community they were willing to turn their heads the
other way, just this once.
* * * * * * *
The big day was
almost upon them. The wedding of the decade, some folks called
it, between Mr. Buckley Livingstone Claymore and Miss Linda Sue
Davenport. Every relative known to both families was
invited. There was an open invitation to the entire town in a
full page announcement in the local newspaper. Everyone was
welcome and the town took the young couple to their hearts. Judy
and her two kids were noticeably absent, but they were invited. Buck
insisted his brother's family be included, and they were.
They chose not to come. They didn't send regrets or a
congratulations card. Morgan didn't apologize for them. He
knew he didn't have to. Morgan was Buck's best man and Linda Sue
asked her younger sister, Mary Ann, to be her maid of honor. Of
special note to the entire town was the young handsome ring bearer Mr.
Waddie Claymore Lovejoy, Morgan Lovejoy's son and Buck Claymore's
Godson.
The night before
the wedding Buck was a nervous wreck trying to tie up loose ends, but
Waddie was trying to calm him. Waddie insisted his uncle sit down
and breathe deeply several times while he held the huge man in his
arms. Waddie told Buck it would be all right. Waddie told
him to calm down. A small, almost six year old boy was calming
his mountain of an uncle. It was a funny scene but not to
them. Waddie didn't just call on his uncle to calm down, he
tapped directly into the little boy inside his uncle and told
him, "Now calm down. Ever’thing's gonna' be just
fine. Waddie guarantees it," he encouraged Buck.
The big man calmed down and thanked
his diminutive buddy. Buck hugged and
kissed Waddie, "Thank God, you're here with me,
cowboy; don't know’s yore’ old uncle could a’ made it through without
you," he said with a sigh shaking his handsome head. Waddie knew damn
well he could, but he appreciated the
sentiment.
"If you made it
through the war to come home to me and Aunt Linda, you shore’ as hell
can make it though yore’ wedding, Uncle Buck,” Waddie said and roared
with
laughter at his big buddy. “Come on, Uncle Buck, what you need is a
good hot shower and your nephew to scrub yore' back. It may be
the last time he gets to scrub your back, but he's gonna' make damn
sure he gets it really clean for tomorrow," Waddie promised.
"Let's do it,
cowboy, but I guaran-damn-tee ya' it won't be the last time you scrub
your old uncle's back. Can you imagine me asking the lovely Miss
Linda Sue Davenport to scrub an old cowboy's back?" Buck
asked. They both laughed.
"Damn, I'm
gonna' miss you, Uncle Buck, but I'm so happy for you I can't be sorry
or sad. When you love somebody like I love you, then you want
happiness for them, and I want that for you and Aunt Linda," Waddie
said.
"Would you
believe me if it told you I was gonna' miss you a lot?" Buck asked.
"Sure I would,
but I don't want you to miss me. I'll be here when you get
back. I want you and Aunt Linda to have a wonderful honeymoon,
and I ain't so young I don't know what happens on a honeymoon," Waddie
replied.
"Oh, you do, do
you?" Buck asked with a grin.
"Yes, sir, I do,
and don't ask me to tell ya,' 'cause if'n you don't know by now, you're
up shit creek without a paddle, Son," Waddie said and giggled.
Buck roared with
laughter at his nephew, especially Waddie calling him son. "Damn,
you're growing up fast, Waddie. I talked with yore’ dad about
your wishes. You're gonna' stay this last two weeks in June with
mom and dad, your grandma and granddad, and Friday afternoons, Dad Dan
is gonna' pick you up to spend the weekends with them and Gip. How's
'zat sound?" Buck asked.
"Great, Uncle
Buck. I have a great time with Dad Dan, Momma Sue, and my
brother. They're like family to me. I know they think on
you and Aunt Linda as family," Waddie replied.
"I hope
so. We think on them that way. I love Dan, Jimmy Sue, and
Gip and so does Linda Sue. She thinks the world of them. They're damn
good folks, and they think on you as their second son,"
Buck said.
The two men were
in the shower, Waddie finished scrubbing his uncle's back, and they
were almost through. They rinsed, got out and toweled each other
dry. "I apologize, cowboy, but I just gotta' pick up my buddy and
carry him into bed one last time before we part. It's important
to this old buckaroo," Buck said. Waddie giggled at his uncle's
silliness, but he knew a part of him was serious. Buck never
failed to steal a kiss on the way to the bedroom. They got into
bed, turned out the lights, and Buck pulled Waddie up close to
him. Waddie reached up and kissed his uncle gently on the
mouth. Buck returned it with equal gentleness. "Gonna' miss
holding on to my little buddy, Waddie."
"I'll miss you
keeping me warm, Uncle Buck, but damn it, don't talk like that. Things
may not be quite the same, but they'll be better in some
ways. Dad Dan told me that, and I agree with him," Waddie said.
"Dan's a wise
man. You can go to him with anything, Waddie."
"I know, we're
both lucky to have him in our lives, Uncle Buck. I'm so proud of
you, and proud to be a part of your life." Waddie turned his head up to
Buck and kissed him with a lingering, gentle kiss.
"Waddie, if I
have a son, he could never take yore’ place in my heart. Don't
mean I won't love him just as much, but there'll always be a special
place in my heart for you. Goodnight, cowboy, I love you."
"Love you, too,
Dad. Rest well with peaceful dreams, Sheriff," Waddie added
to get a reaction. He got one. Buck pinched him on the butt
and made him holler.
* * * * * * *
The wedding came
off without a hitch. Dad Dan and Momma Sue were in the
wedding. Gip was an usher and performed his job with dignity and
all seriousness. He and Waddie kept grinning and winking back and
forth to each other. Gip thought his big brother was a knock out
in his small, white tuxedo and black cowboy boots. (It was West
Texas, for Christ sake. What the fuck did you expect? Pumps?) Waddie
kept the wedding rings in his right jacket
pocket. He kept checking every ten minutes to make sure they
didn't jump out. He performed his duty without a flaw, except
when it came time for him to give his uncle the rings, he found two
massive hands lifting him up to hold him, and his uncle stole a
kiss. The audience went, "aaawww."
"Uncle Buck,
this ain't the way it's suppose ta' go. H'it ain't the way we
done it in rehearsal," Waddie whispered in a mock upset tone.
"I know
that. Will you lighten up, cowboy?" Buck said in firm tones
then grinned real big and winked at his bride, "I just wanted to steal
a kiss from my best buddy what was so good to hold on to his Aunt
Linda's and my rings. Remember, you gave her our engagement
ring. You got 'em, buckaroo?" Buck asked.
"I remember,
Uncle Buck. Yes, sir, I got ‘em. Here they are," Waddie said and gave
Buck his ring for his bride, turned to his Aunt
Linda and handed her the ring for his uncle. "Aunt Linda, I'm so
proud to be a part of your wedding. I love you and Uncle Buck so
much, and I'm very happy for you."
Linda Sue had
tears in her eyes as she took his hand and spoke. "I love you,
too, little one, and I'm proud to have you be an important part of our
wedding. You'll always be an important part of our lives," she said.
"You always did
love her more'n you did me," Buck said in a mock hurt tone. Buck
stole another kiss and giggled at Waddie's objections as he put him
down, turned him towards his dad, and patted him on the butt to go to
him. The audience giggled and again went "aawww." Morgan took
Waddie's hand, turned him around and held Waddie pressed back against
him to watch. Waddie was so proud to watch his uncle and aunt
finally tie the knot.
There was a huge
reception at the largest gathering place in town, the Grange
Hall. There was a wonderful shaded area off one side of the hall
that was perfect for an outdoor reception. Everyone was
there including Linda Sue's Aunt Agatha and her two daughters, Clara
and Zelma, who drove their mother down from Dallas. Aunt Agatha
was
charmed by Waddie, and asked him to sit with her for a while. She
seemed fascinated with him and thought his resemblance to his Godfather
was uncanny. After everyone ate a wonderful wedding dinner of
barbecued brisket, deer sausages, and ribs, Waddie and Gip got
Aunt Agatha and her daughters a piece of wedding cake and some punch,
then he and Gip got some for themselves. Aunt Agatha was
impressed with the closeness of the two young boys who called each
other brother. They talked about all sorts of things and Aunt
Agatha asked Gip about a small red area behind his ear.
"Oh, that? It's
just a birthmark, ma'am. It's a small one. Waddie's
got one on his right leg what looks jes’ like a cowboy boot. It's
up further on his leg than I suppose would be polite to discuss with a
lady, ma'am," Gip allowed. Aunt Agatha smiled and nodded her
understanding.
"Well, Gip,
that's very gentlemanly of you, but I don't think the word 'groin' is
going to shock this old lady," Agatha said and smiled.
"Yes, ma'am,
‘at's pretty much where it is," Gip replied and grinned.
"I'd say that
was an unusual birthmark, indeed, Gip," Aunt Agatha agreed, smiled at
Gip, and
raised an eyebrow at Waddie.
'Oh, Lord, she
knows,' Waddie thought, 'Dear God and Mr. Uriel help me, she
knows. I saw the connection cross her face. She knows I saw
it. She knows I know she knows. Oh, Lordy, what the hell am
I gonna' do? Think fast, Waddie,' he encouraged himself.
"Brother, that
cake was so good, would ju’ mind very much git’n yore’ big brother
another small piece while I keep Aunt Agatha company," Waddie
said looking at Gip with a pleading look of near desperation. Gip
didn't fully understand, but would do anything to please his big
brother. Getting Waddie another piece of cake was a small favor.
"Sure, Bubba, be
glad to. I'd like another piece, too. You, Aunt Agatha?"
Gip asked in consideration of the mature lady.
"I've had
enough, but thank you, young man. It was most mannerly of you to
offer. I appreciate your kindness," Agatha said and smiled
graciously at the young man. Gip left for more cake. Agatha
patiently waited until Gip was out of hearing range. Well done,
young man. Very diplomatic. So, how long have you known,
Waddie?" Agatha smiled sweetly and asked quietly.
"I almost died
about a year ago, Aunt Agatha. I can't talk about why I almost
died, not because I don't know, but it's just too painful for me to
talk about. If you ask Aunt Linda or Uncle Buck they will tell
you. A beautiful angel come to me, and told me many things. He gave me
a choice of going with him to God or returning. He
told me everything, Aunt Agatha. He told me I had to return for
my brother Gip and his folks, but most of all, for Uncle Buck and Aunt
Linda Sue. Until that time, I didn't know about them, and I
thought I would have to live my life in the horrible place where I
almost died. I didn't wanna’ live no more, Aunt Agatha. It
was so bad, and no one loved me enough to care. The angel told me
who my real parents were, and I had to live for them; they need me."
"Indeed, they
do, Waddie. Has it been hard for you, dear?" she asked. Waddie looked
away in the distance. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"That answers my question, child. From the look of panic on your
face a minute ago, I take it you don't want me to say anything."
"It ain’t time
yet, Aunt Agatha. The angel told me I had to wait," Waddie said.
"How long?"
Agatha asked.
"He didn't say,
but I get the idea it's somewhere around my tenth or eleventh year,"
Waddie replied.
"And you're how
old now?" she asked.
"You should
know, Aunt Agatha," Waddie replied and smiled sweetly at her.
"Of course, how
dense of me and how clever of you. You will be six years old the
tenth of next month. So we're looking at four to five more years.
That's a long time, Waddie," she lamented.
"I know Aunt
Agatha, but my angel sent me Uncle Buck to love and believe in
me. I've lived with my uncle, and slept in the same bed with him
for the last year. I come to love him dearly. He loves me
as much as I love him, but he's unsure why. He feels guilty
sometimes, ‘cause he loves me so much. Since he's my Godfather he
thinks that makes me the son the angel told him he had to come back
for. You see, the same angel what come to me saved his life on
Iwo Jima," Waddie explained.
"Remarkable. I
believe
you, Waddie. I believe every word, otherwise you
wouldn't have known. I saw the minute your brother spoke of your
birthmark you knew I would know. I saw it flash across your
face. Beyond that, it's just too bizarre not to be true, and
that, sometimes, is the way of miracles," Agatha said.
"I'll be around
my uncle constantly, because we've developed interests together in
roping and rodeoing. He won't let that connection drop. He's already
invested a lot of interest in that for both of us. Aunt Linda Sue is
the hardest for me. She pines her heart away
for her lost child while he's sitting next to her holding her
hand. She thinks my tears are sympathy for her. Her pain
hurts me deeply, and I only want to say to her I have no bad feelings,
Mom, I only want to love you. I did share with her more than I
should. I told her she would one day see the boy she was
missing so badly. I told her I couldn't tell her how I knew, but
if she trusted me and believed I wouldn't lie to her, it would
happen. I swore her to secrecy."
"Waddie, you're
a most remarkable child. I don't want to keep your secret, but I
will if you wish. However, you must allow me to tell my niece and
her new husband I am most impressed with you and for them to always be
open to you. Most of all, since I am now privy to this
information you must allow me be your aunt. I have never wanted
or needed to be a child's aunt more in my life, and I think you could
use an understanding adult," Agatha said.
"That sounds
good to me, Aunt Agatha, and I couldn't agree more. You are,
after all, my Great Aunt Agatha," Waddie said with all the love in his
heart. He stunned the older woman. His words shook her to
her core. The matronly, dignified, refined lady took Waddie into
her arms, hugged, kissed him, and shed a tear. Her niece was
looking at her, saw the exchange, and called her husband's attention to
them.
"Yes, child, I
am your great Aunt Agatha. Will you promise to come visit
me? We have much to discuss. I want to know everything if
you’ll share it with me."
"I would love to
visit you, Aunt Agatha, and tell you all. My angel never said I
couldn't tell my great Aunt Agatha. In fact I prayed for someone
to discuss this with, and he may well have sent you to me. The
man who was my uncle's best man is my dad who bought me from the
hospital in Dallas. Would you want me to bring him around and
introduce him?" Waddie asked.
"That would be
very nice, but here's your brother with your cake. Enjoy that
first. I must get in the reception line to congratulate my niece
and her fine looking new husband," Agatha said.
Aunt Agatha
excused herself, and went though the reception line to congratulate the
happy couple. Linda Sue introduced her new husband to Aunt Agatha
as her beloved aunt whom she lived with while working in Dallas. "I see
you've been charmed by Buck's Godson, Auntie Boo," Linda Sue
commented.
"I must tell the
two of you something," she made sure she had Linda Sue and Buck's full
attention, "Waddie is an exceptional child. He has been touched
by the hand of God. I have long prayed to meet such a person, and
now I have met two. Your husband is the other, my dear
niece. You are blessed my child to have this man call you
wife," she said, hugged Linda Sue, then hugged Buck, and kissed
him on his cheek. "But, my most important message to you is always keep
your hearts and home open for that boy. He will, one day, provide
you with a miracle," Aunt Agatha said, turned, and walked away in
tears. Linda Sue looked at Buck and neither knew what to make of
Aunt Agatha's prediction.
"He charms
everyone. How does he do it, Linda Sue?" Buck asked shaking his
head.
"I know how he
does it. It's those big blue eyes people look into and see no end
of love inside him. I also think a lot of you has rubbed off on
him in the last year. I sometimes have a hard time figuring out
where his personality ends and yours begins and vice versa. While
he's definitely his own person, it's like he wants to become you. He
idolizes you. He imitates you. He wants to be like
you. I've never seen a kid so in love with a surrogate parent."
"Ah, but I'm
more than just a substitute, dear, I'm his Godfather. Morgan told
me half of him belongs to me," Buck said proudly.
"Which half?"
Linda Sue teased.
"Easy. The half
what loves me," Buck replied.
* * * * * * *
Aunt Agatha
returned to Waddie and Gip. She had more questions for Gip. "And you,
young man, are one of the most handsome young men I've ever
met, and your parents are friends of both the bride and groom, is that
right?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'ma,
Aunt Agatha, my mom right there, and my dad beside her were both in the
wedding, and I was an usher," Gip replied.
"They're fine
looking people. I see where you get your good looks, and they've
accepted Waddie as your brother?" Agatha asked.
"Oh, yes,
ma'am. Waddie calls my dad, Dad Dan and my mother's name is Jimmy
Sue. He calls her Momma Sue."
"I think that's
wonderful. I can tell both of you are very much in love with each
other, and that's a wonderful thing. Guard that love carefully
through the years, and you'll be glad you did. It's also right
that you should call each other brother. You are brothers,"
Agatha declared.
Waddie put his
arm around Gip and pulled him close. "Aunt Agatha is a wise and
kind lady, Gip," Waddie said.
"I agree,
brother," Gip replied.
Waddie brought
Morgan over and introduced him to Aunt Agatha. She charmed and
flattered Morgan until she had him eating out of her hand. Then
she hit him with her question. "I would very much like to have
your son visit me in Dallas for several days towards the end of summer
if you would see clear to allow him to do that. He is a wonderful
young man, and I'm sure I would enjoy his company," Agatha said.
"Well, ma'am,
he's currently in the charge of my brother Buck and his new wife, your
niece I believe, until the end of summer when Waddie has said he'd like
to come back to live with me. Perhaps you could arrange something
with them. If it's all right with them, then I have no
problem. I'm sure Waddie would enjoy a visit to Dallas," Morgan
agreed.
"You are very
kind, Mr. Lovejoy. It's been a pleasure to meet you, and you have
a fine son you should be very proud of," Agatha said pouring on the
compliments.
"Thank you,
ma'am, pleasure to meet you, too," Morgan replied.
Aunt Agatha
returned to Linda Sue and her new husband. "Mr. and Mrs.
Claymore, I understand Mr. Claymore's Godson is in your charge until
the end of summer. I'd like to have him come to Dallas for a
visit either the last week in July or the first week in August
whichever is most convenient for you and him. If you could
arrange it I'd be most grateful. I'll send a bus ticket and meet
him when he arrives. He told me he'd like to visit, and I think I
would enjoy the young man's company," Agatha said.
"Well,
certainly, Auntie Boo. Let me discuss it with my husband, and
we'll contact you as soon as we return from our honeymoon. Will
that be soon enough?" Linda Sue asked.
"That will be
fine, my dear, and, Mr. Claymore, it has, indeed, been a pleasure to
meet you, and it is with great honor and pride I welcome you to our
family. Our family is truly blessed, and you, sir, have a most
charming and lovely bride. Of course, I'm a bit prejudice, my
love for her is great," Agatha said.
"Thank you, Aunt
Agatha, for such generous words, and I'm also proud and honored to
become a part of your family. I'll try to live up to your
expectations. We'll surely make arrangements for our Godson to
visit. I think he would gain much wisdom from a visit with you,"
Buck replied.
Aunt Agatha
beamed. Buck captured her heart. She knew from the time
Linda Sue described him to her almost seven years ago he was the man
for her. It only confirmed it in her mind. She prayed to
God to let her witness a miracle, and he heard her prayer. He not
only granted her prayer, he made her a part of the miracle. She
had a front row seat; more than she ever hoped for. She wondered
what else this remarkable child, Linda Sue's son by Buck Claymore,
would have to tell her. She would pray daily for the child. God
would listen, he would forgive. He sent his angel to guide
him. She must add Waddie to her prayers, not only prayers of
thanks, but prayers for protection and guidance for this beautiful
child.
She returned to
her two daughters and made preparations to return to Dallas. Aunt
Agatha left the small town with a full heart, so full she thought at
moments it would burst. Her daughters were amazed at her
radiance. She positively glowed. She looked ten years
younger. Her daughters would gently question her, but the most
she would tell them, with tears falling from her eyes, was she became a
part of a miracle that day, a wonderful, beautiful and precious miracle
she prayed for all her life. Agatha prayed on the way home for
God to let her live to witness this miracle. Then, she would have
no regrets, but with the fullest of hearts return to his beloved arms
as soon as he should call her home.
"What do you
make of that, dear?" Buck asked his bride.
"Auntie Boo has
her ways, darling. She's a shrewd but kindly woman who would hurt
no one. She did the same with me when I was young. She saw
a lonely little girl and took me under her wing. Obviously she
senses in Waddie what we all do. A fount of love within a hurt
little soul who’s only now learning how life and love should
flow. He could do worse than a visit with my Auntie Boo," Linda
Sue said.
"Well, she
certainly was impressed with Waddie. Did you see, he reduced her
to tears? I wonder what she meant, he's going to provide us with
a miracle. As far as I'm concerned, he already has. I
couldn't love a kid more. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself from
scooping him up in my arms to give me the rings. I saw the
unconditional love in his little face when he looked at me to hand me
the rings. I've stolen so many kisses from him, I just had to
have one more," Buck said.
"I'm glad you
did, darling," Linda Sue replied and kissed Buck," When he turned to me
and said what he did my heart leaped to my throat. It was with
such love and honesty he said it. Your simple gesture made him
feel all the more included, like we didn't forget him in our joy."
* * * * * * *
Dan and Jimmy
Sue came over after all the commotion died down and asked the happy
couple when they planned to return from their honeymoon. Buck and
Linda explained while they didn't have a strict schedule they planned
to return around the first of July. "We have to be back for
Waddie's birthday," Buck insisted, "He ain't never had a birthday party
or cake for that matter. I plan to see he don't miss another," he
said quietly to Dan and Jimmy Sue. They looked at each other,
shook their heads in disbelief, but agreed with Buck's resolve.
"Is his birthday
in July?" Jimmy Sue asked.
"Yes, the
tenth," Buck replied. Jimmy Sue looked at Dan and just shook her
head.
"Gip's is the
eleventh," Jimmy Sue said like the amen to a prayer. All four
stood quietly for a moment.
The boys came
running up and stood by Dan Justin. He put his arms around a boy
on each side and pulled them close. "Did you know your birthdays
are within a day of each other?" Dan asked them.
"Yes sir, Dad,"
Gip replied, "we know'd since the first day we met. Why, is it
important?" he asked. The adults laughed at his honesty and innocence.
"Do you find
that a coincidence, cowboy?" Dan asked Gip.
"Naw, sir.
Waddie’n me jes' done figured it was God's way of saying, 'You're
brothers,
I want you next to each other,'" Gip said as a matter of fact.
It wasn't the
answer the adults expected. They were stunned at the simplicity
and seemingly valid understanding of the boy's reasoning.
"I have no
doubt, that's exactly what he was trying to tell the two of you and us
slower adults as well. How could we have missed it? Thanks,
men," Dad Dan said to the boys while Buck, Linda Sue, and Jimmy Sue
shook their heads and laughed. There was no doubt in their minds
that's exactly what God was trying to tell them.
Linda Sue looked
puzzled for a moment and asked her husband, "Buck, are you sure
Waddie's birthday is July tenth?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, dear,
Morgan showed me his birth certificate. Why?" Buck asked.
"Oh,
nothing. It's just such an unusual coincidence his birthday and
Gip's are one day apart," she said as a cover for the real intent of
her question.
"Yes, but I'm
satisfied with the boy's answer. I believe them. You didn't
see them the first day they met. Them boys was like two old
friends what ain't seen one another for a while, yet they picked up
their conversation and their love like they weren't apart more'n a few
minutes. Even Dan was impressed. Said he'd never see
nothing like it before," Buck said with awe.
* * * * *
* *
The reception
was over, and it was time for the bride and groom to be off on their
honeymoon. Their bags were packed and loaded in the back of
Buck's brand new Ford he bought two weeks before. There was the
usual throwing of rice, and Quinton helped the boys tie tin cans to the
rear bumper. They wrote in washable poster paint, 'Just Married'
across the back windshield. The young couple were off to explore
the West. They wanted to see Carlsbad Caverns, Las Vegas,
Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon and several other sights they
listed. Buck was invited by his old war buddy Audie Murphy to
visit him in his home in Hollywood.
Everyone in the
two families, including the boys, helped clean the Grange Hall.
No one left until nightfall. Ma and Pa Claymore left with the
Davenports to the Claymore's to fix dinner for the workers. It
included Morgan, the Justins, Dr. and Mrs. Dyer, the Ingersols, Quinton
and his parents. It was a sit down, family affair, and everyone
was in great spirits.
"Waddie, Gip?"
Dad Dan asked to get the boy's attention, "What with the wedding and
all, Mrs. Claymore's ain’t had no time to pack a bag for Waddie so
would you boys like to stay here tonight, and they'll bring you out in
the morning to the ranch?" Dan asked. Waddie looked at Gip and
knew it was fine with him.
"Yes, sir, Dad
Dan, that would be fine with us," Waddie replied. The Claymores
were pleased. The boys gave Ma Claymore a hand clearing the
table, and while the adults talked and had coffee, they washed and
dried the dishes for her. She was thrilled to have the time to
sit with her guests and join the conversation.
The boys
finished and came back to stand next to Dad Dan. He put an arm
around each boy. "Say what you will, I got my arms around the
best two boys in the county," he said, then stole a kiss from
each.
"Hear, hear!"
agreed the rest of the adults.
Dr. Dyer had a
couple of comments. "I can't believe the way Waddie has developed
in the last ten months since I first met him in the hospital. My
Lord, the way you've grown, Waddie, you're going to be bigger than your
uncle. I'll give your dad credit, Son, he did the right thing by
allowing you to stay with the Claymores. No one can doubt the
love in their home or their love for you. It shows in your
maturity and growth. Never saw a kid grow so fast in a
year. It's truly amazing. I could be wrong, but I swear Gip
has almost doubled in size."
"Well, I'll tell
y'all one thing," Quinton said, "in three years ain't nobody in the
state of Texas, man or boy, what's gonna' beat the two of them at
roping. You're looking at two fine cowboys who are gonna' make
history for our little town." The boys blushed and Quinton winked at
them.
Everyone said
their goodbyes, and the Claymores promised to have the boys out early
the next morning. "No rush," Dad Dan told them.
"You boys want
more dessert?" Ma Claymore asked.
"Not me. You
want anymore, Gip?" Waddie ask him.
"No,
ma'am. I'm about ready to drop. If'n you don't mind, I
think we'd like to go up, shower, and go to bed," Gip replied.
"Fine. I'll pack
Waddie's bag in the morning. Now, I know the
rules. You boys won't be disturbed unless we holler up
first. I'll wait 'til you come down tomorrow morning to go up and
pack Waddie's clothes," Ma Claymore said.
"Thanks, Ma
Claymore," the boys replied, hugged her and Pa Claymore
goodnight. They ran off up the stairs to Buck's room.
"Damned if they
ain't just like Morgan and Buck, Hon," Pa Claymore said to his wife.
"Yes, but Pa,
there's some’um special ‘bout them boys."
"I know what
chu' mean, mother. They grab yore’ heart and don't let go."
* * * * * * *
"Should we sleep
in our room across the hall or Buck's bed?" Gip asked.
"Where would you
like to sleep, little brother?" Waddie asked, took Gip into his arms,
and kissed him gently on his forehead.
"Buck's bed, of
course. I miss him already, and I know you must. At least
we can sleep with his smell all around us," Gip said to his brother.
"I don't miss
him 'bad.' I do miss him, but I wanna’ miss him 'good.' I
wanna’ be glad for him and Aunt Linda and think they're gonna' have a
great time together. Then, too, I got my little brother to help
me over any sadness, and you're big brother will do his best to see you
through," Waddie kissed him again gently. Gip turned his head up
to Waddie's and they kissed a deep and lingering kiss in each other's
arms. "See, that helped a lot already. Let's get our
clothes off and try that again," Waddie said. The boys threw
their clothes off and stood naked in front of each other looking. They
stood for several minutes admiring the beauty of each other's
perfect young bodies. Finally, Waddie held out his arms to Gip,
and he came to Waddie. Waddie held him in an embrace.
"I love you,
Waddie," Gip said softly.
"That makes me
feel so good to hear you say that, little brother, and I love you
more'n words can tell," Waddie replied.
"Ain't never had
me nobody what loves me like you do, Waddie. My parents -- they
love me like their son, and I love them as a kid should love his
parents, but they's some’um special ‘bout you loving me and me
loving you. I'm always so proud when I'm with you. Everyone
in town knows you're my friend, my best buddy, and my bonded brother,"
Gip said.
"Don't you think
I feel the same way about you, Gip? If there's any doubt in yore’
mind lemme’ know so's I can tell you a hun'nert times, if necessary, of
my love for you. If I didn't have you, Gip, I wouldn't wanna’ go
on living. I think about you morning, noon, and night. Uncle Buck gets
frustrated with me sometimes when he's trying to talk
seriously about something, and all I can talk about is you. I
love you, too, cowboy, with all my heart. Don't never doubt my
love, Gip. One of the reasons I came back and didn't go with the
angel to live with God was because of you. He showed you to me,
told me your name, and told me I would call you, 'Gip.' I didn't
make it up. I didn't give you that name, the angel done told me,"
Waddie said.
"I guess that's
the real reason I love you so much, Waddie, is you prove to me ever’day
how much you love me. You put me first before yourself all the
time, and try yore’ damnedest to make sure I'm happy. You do a
wonderful job, too, I might add. When we're roping you encourage
me, but when I miss you don't criticize me. You tell me, 'It's
all right, buddy, let that one go, we'll get the next one.' It
makes me try all the harder to win your approval, and when I do make
the catch you lavish me with praise. You don't take none for
yourself when you make your catch, but we's a team."
"I know, Gip,
but I don't need a lot of that. Seeing you make a good catch,
seeing how you beam with pride when I tell you ya’ done good, makes my
heart beat faster in my chest, and I can't wait to get my cowboy's
clothes off of him and hold him in my arms like this," Waddie said and
gently nuzzled Gip to get him to kiss him again. They kissed
another kiss that was more passionate and caused each of their young
cocks to grow hard. Gip reached down and took hold of his
brother's dick and moved the foreskin back and forth a bit which sent
Waddie to his tippy-toes. "Easy, cowboy. You know how
sensitive you are. Let's get in the shower and clean up.
It's been a hot day, and it's gonna' be a warm night. I need to
scrub my little brother's back."
"I know I need
to scrub my cowboy's back," Gip replied, and the boys went off, arms
around each other to the shower. Waddie learned if he adjusted
both shower heads a certain way the stream of water would
crisscross. Two could stand in the middle, and neither would have
more of the water than the other. He carefully adjusted the
temperature to Gip's preference, a bit warmer than he preferred, but he
soon got used to it. They stood for a while in an embrace, then
soaped their cloths and bathed each other. Gip loved to wash
Waddie's penis. He knew how sensitive it was to Waddie. He
would carefully pull back his foreskin and clean him with little or no
discomfort. There was always some, but he became so good at it,
Waddie told him he'd rather Gip do it than do it himself. f
course, he always got a roaring erection every time Gip touched
him. Gip could see Waddie was going to be as large as his uncle
or larger.
Gip would allow
Waddie to wash his penis. He wasn’t as sensitive as Waddie, but
the mental idea of having his big brother, his cowboy, holding his
penis and wash it for him with all the gentleness in the world caused
him to get an erection every time. It didn't help any when his
big brother would stand behind him, put his big arms around in front of
him, kiss him behind his ear and run his tongue down his neck while
doing it either. Waddie would kiss Gip's back in a certain spot
that would make Gip want to collapse in Waddie's arms in ecstasy. As
they rinsed they would make the sweetest love, and sometimes, Gip
had the feeling he was going to overflow with his love for
Waddie. That's the only word he knew to describe the feeling he
experienced.
As they were
drying each other, Gip asked Waddie about it. "Waddie, sometimes
when we're making love and kissing, I feel like my love for you is
going to overflow out of my body. Have you ever had that
feeling?" Gip asked.
"Almost every
time we make love, Gip," Waddie assure him.
"I never felt
nothing like it before, but I stop just before overflowing," Gip
further explained.
"Do you think it
would feel good to overflow?" Waddie asked.
"I don't
know. I guess I'm afraid because I don't know what would happen
if I did overflow. Have you ever overflowed?" Gip asked.
"Yeah, Gip, lots
of times, brother," Waddie replied.
"What does it
feel like, Waddie?" Gip asked.
"You described
it best. You overflow. It’s an overflowing sensation, but
it's wonderful. After you 'overflow' you feel so relaxed, at
peace with yourself and the world, nothing can touch you. It's
almost like God reaches down, puts his hand on you, and makes this
wonderful feeling go through your body. It kinda stretches out
the person you call 'you' inside, and makes you realize what a hug from
God must feel like. It almost becomes a sacred thing, or at least
it does to me, 'cause I always remember to thank him right after. It's
best to do it in someone's arms because you have them to share the
experience, and it makes your souls stretch together," Waddie explained.
"Did someone
teach you about this, Waddie?" Gip asked.
"Now what do you
think?" Waddie asked and grinned real big at Gip.
"You're lucky to
have an uncle like Buck," Gip replied.
"Well, he didn't
exactly teach me. It happened by accident the first time we
showered together. Then he showed me how by doing it to hisself,
but grown men got they'selves an extra benefit we don't," Waddie said.
"What's that,
Waddie?" Gip asked.
"Well, ‘member
when you felt Buck's big balls -- you also felt your dads -- and they
told you one day you'd have them, too?" Waddie asked.
"Yeah," Gip
replied.
"Them big balls
of theirs produce tiny little critters what makes a women pregnant with
a baby, and they're called sperm. When they 'overflow,' they call
it 'coming,' and they shoot a lot of it out of their penis in a sticky
fluid, and it flies all over the place. It feels twice as good to
them because when they 'overflow' they really overflow. When we
do it, we git the same feeling, but we don't have no sperm shoot
out. That's because our balls ain’t descended into our ball sacks
yet, and they don't produce no sperm. They will later as we grow
and mature," Waddie carefully explained.
"When will that
happen?" Gip asked.
"When we's about
eleven or twelve; some guys as early as ten, and some as late as
thirteen. Depends on the guy, his body, and how fast he's
maturing. The way we's growing we'll probably hit 'bout our ninth
burf-day," Waddie said and giggled at using the cowboy vernacular
he loved so much.
"What do they do
after it flies all over the place?" Gip asked.
"They usually
take a towel and clean it off theys'selves, but I think it's a
terrible waste," Waddie lamented.
"Why, cowboy?"
Gip asked with surprise.
"'Cause I love
the way it tastes. I love Uncle Buck's come or as he likes to
call it, his baby batter," Waddie said with a grin.
"You tasted his
'overflow'?" Gip asked.
"It's called
'come,' Gip. Yep, his come flies all over the place and sometimes
gets on me. I take my finger, wipe it up, and put it in my
mouth. Uncle Buck got kinda upset the first time he caught me
doing it. I told him if it landed on me, it was only fair it was
mine to do with as I wanted, and since I loved the taste, h’it
was mine to eat. He didn't argue with me. He just gimme'
his mean glare followed by one a' his big-ass grins," Waddie said
and laughed.
"Gosh, that's
kind of exciting. What does Buck's baby batter taste like,
Waddie?" Gip asked.
"It tastes like
Uncle Buck. It's like... like tasting his smell or his
presence. Like now, lying here, we smell him all around us and
his come has his own distinct flavor. He grumbled and pretended
to be angry with me when he caught me tasting it, but I knew he was
trying hard not to smile. I could tell he was actually proud I
liked the taste of his come. Told me he used to love to eat my
dad's come. Said he couldn't get enough of it. Used to sit
in class in high school dreaming of how my dad's come tasted and get a
big ol' hard-on, then get home and almost rape my dad to suck his come
out of him for another taste. After about the fifteenth time, he
saw how much I was enjoying it, and he asked me if I wanted a big ol'
glob of it. He fed it to me off his finger, and man was it
good. Now, when we jack off together, he always takes pity on me,
and feeds me a little. I'd eat it all if he'd let me, and he
knows it. He thinks I'm too young for that, and I appreciate his
guidance. He's never been wrong yet. At least he tells me
about anything I wanna’ know and tells me the truth. I can take
whatever he tells me to the bank. H’it don't mean I don't beg him
for more, though, 'cause once in a great while he gives in and I get
seconds," Waddie said and laughed.
"Dad don't tell
me much about that sort of thing," Gip said and sounded disappointed in
his dad.
"Bet he would if
you asked him, Gip. I got a feeling you’n me could talk with Dad
Dan about anything, and it wouldn't bother him none. I'll bet
you, he'd be just like my uncle. He'd tell us the straight skinny
with no bullshit," Waddie said.
"Can you teach
me to come, Waddie?" Gip asked.
"Sure, if you
like. Be happy to. I can tell you what to look for and how
it should feel. I'd like to show you with my mouth if you trust
me," Waddie said.
"You mean, put
my pee-pee in your mouth?" Gip asked.
"Of course,
we's buddies ain't we. I just cleaned yours, and I know you
ain't dirty. You know how you wanted to feel me all those months
and were afraid. Well, I've wanted to taste you all these months,
and take you in my mouth."
"I don't know if
I could do that, I mean take someone’s penis in my mouth. Maybe
you but nobody else," Gip said.
"I wouldn't ask
you to until you were sure you wanted it. Just 'cause I taste you
don't mean I expect you to taste me. What kinda buddy would I be
to talk you into some'um you ain't ready for? I'd never do that,
Gip. Just like touching each other, if'n you never want to taste
me, I ain't never gonna' love you any less, but it ain't gonna' do you
no harm to see if you like me tasting you. If you do it's just
another way I can show you how much I love you," Waddie said.
"Well, let me
think about it for a while. Roll over on your stomach, and let
chore' brother rub yore' back," Gip offered.
"You know you
don't never have to ask Waddie twice to do that," the young cowboy told
his partner.
Gip began to rub
Waddie's back; Waddie relaxed and closed his eyes. The hot
shower, and the warm air from the hot summer night relaxed him.
"Waddie, can I ask you 'bout something what's been bothering me?" Gip
asked.
"Sure, Gip, you
know I'll tell you about anything you ask me," Waddie replied.
"What does Aunt
Agatha know about you and your birthmark I don't?" Gip asked.
Waddie
froze. He knew his brother was a sharp kid. There wasn't
much got by him, but this was unexpected. Every muscle in
Waddie's body tensed. Gip could feel it through his hands and
realized he probably bought up something maybe he should not
have. Waddie was chagrined. What was he going to tell
Gip? He couldn't lie to his brother. "Gip, would you trust
me to tell you I want to tell you with all my heart, in the worst way,
but I can't. The angel told me some things, but he made me
promise not to tell anyone. I ain't never broken my promise to
him. I ain't told nobody some of the things he told me to keep
secret, but when you told Aunt Agatha about my birthmark, it triggered
a memory in her, she put two things together, and by accident
discovered one of the major things the angel told me not to tell. I
think he sent her to me so's I could talk with an adult about it and
not keep it bottled up inside me," Waddie explained.
"The angel told
you not to tell nobody, not even me, yore’ best buddy? I would
never tell a soul. I told you things I know you'll never tell nobody.
You already done told me many secrets you know I'd never
share with another -- but wait a minute -- okay, I think I
understand. My reasoning ain’t right. I weren’t think’n
this out all the way. I really can't expect you to go against
your word to one of God's messengers, 'cause if’n you did, then I
really couldn't trust you either. I'm sorry, Waddie, I shouldn't
have asked. I shouldn't a' put you on the spot like that. I
know you'll tell me when the time is right. I'll leave it alone,"
Gip said with remorse.
"No, no, h’it's
all right, buddy. Don't chu' think I wanted to tell you ever'
thing in the worst way? It ain’t been easy keeping a secret from
you. Damn, now I feel awful. I feel so bad because it's
something I would love to tell you and share with you as my buddy, my
brother, and my love. It's something I need to tell you -- you of
all people. I need to share it with someone close to me who loves
me, and I can trust. God help me, Gip, you gotta' know it breaks
my heart. Please believe me, cowboy, I wanna' tell you in the
worse way, but I can't," Waddie lamented and started weeping quietly.
"Uh, Waddie...?"
Gip's voice level rose in alarm.
"Yes, Gip?"
Waddie asked.
"Uh, we ain't
alone in the room no more, brother," Gip whispered.
"What are you
talking about, Gip?" Waddie asked.
"You better take
a look. I think it's your angel, Waddie," Gip replied.
Waddie turned to
look and saw the light from Mr. Uriel forming not far from the
bed. "Don't be frightened, Gip," Waddie said, and took Gip in his
arms, "It's Mr. Uriel, my angel. You can see him?" Waddie asked.
"Yes, Waddie --
I can see him," Gip barely got out.
"He's a good
man, Gip. Angels ain't nothing to be afeard of, brother.
He's our friend. Hello, Mr. Uriel, good to see you again, sir,"
Waddie hailed him.
"Nice to see you
young man, and this fine looking young man is the young man you
returned for whom you call 'Gip,' I believe?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, Mr.
Uriel. Say 'hello,' Gip, he won't hurt chu' none. He's an
angel," Waddie encouraged his brother.
"Hello, Mr.
Uriel," Gip said quietly, “Good ta’ meet’cha, sir,” he remembered his
manners.
"Hello,
Gip. Good to meet you, as well. You have a wonderful young
man for a buddy, a brother, and beloved friend. You may always
trust him. He will never betray your trust. He will never lie to
you, Son. At the darkest moments in your life, he will be there
for you. He wasn't trying to hold out on you as a friend. I
did, indeed, tell him not to tell anyone, but I sent his Aunt Agatha
for him to talk with. Since you decided to trust his word his
angel told him he couldn't tell, my Boss told me I could allow him to
tell you what he knows. The Almighty One told me you can be
trusted not to tell anyone. Certain things have to come to pass,
but if you tell anyone, it could upset the balance of the future. It
could be disastrous. Can you keep his secret if he tells you,
Gip?" Uriel asked.
"Yes, sir, I
know I can. I love Waddie too much to ever betray him," Gip
replied.
"I believe you,
Son, and so does my Boss. Waddie, if you want to share with your
brother, you may, but we still expect you to share with your Aunt
Agatha. You will visit her the last week in July and have a good
time. She will help guide you, Son. She's a wise and strong
women whom God has chosen to bless. You may go with him Gip if
your parents will allow, since you will already know what she will come
to know. By the way, men, that bit you two pulled at Buck's
bachelor party with the conversation about Buck running for sheriff
went way beyond the Old Man's expectations. The heavens shook for
two days from His laughter. He thought that was a little bit of
heaven himself. He's told your story to all the saints and
laughed every damn time.
"It's also why
He wants Gip to share this with you, Waddie. It will make it just
a bit easier for you. You're going to discover Gip has inner
strengths neither of you would ever guess. He will lead you by
the hand through this, Waddie, trust him. He will, one day, save
your life. Now I must leave you. God has blessed both of
you. Love and cherish one another. When you teach Gip to
'overflow' tonight, Waddie, hold him tight afterward and pour your love
into him. He'll be confused, but your love will show him the
way. He will call out to you his name of love for you alone, and
it will bond you as brothers. Even though you were born of
different parents, God has made you so. In the sight of Our
Father you are brothers," the angel told them.
"Thanks, Mr.
Uriel. Thanks a lot. Good to see you again, sir," Waddie
said.
"Goodnight, men,
sleep peacefully knowing His love surrounds you, and hold each other
close against the darkness of the night." Mr. Uriel raised one
hand in goodbye and winked out like a night-light. Waddie held
Gip who was almost too afraid to breathe. He gently kissed Gip
behind his ear to bring him around to reality.
"I promise,
Waddie, I won't never doubt you again about anything. I believed
you about seeing an angel, but I thought it was something you may have
thought you saw or heard. Oh, my brother, I'm so sorry. Can
you ever forgive me?" Gip asked and started to cry.
"Hey, hey,
cowboy, there ain’t nothing to forgive. I would love you if you
told me I’s full of shit. At least you tried to believe me, and
some folks don't. Uncle Buck does, 'cause he knows Mr.
Uriel. He's the same angel what saved his life on Iwo Jima. Told Uncle
Buck he couldn't die because he had a son to live for, and
he thinks it's me, his Godson. That's the secret, Gip. The
angel really meant he had a real son to live for he don't know
about. If the angel told him he had a 'Godson' then that would
have meant me, right?" Waddie asked.
"Yes, I
understand, but where's Uncle Buck's real son?" Gip asked.
"I'm getting to
that. Remember the 'come' I told you about, a man's baby batter
he shoots inside a woman to get her pregnant so's she'll have his
baby?" Waddie asked.
"Uh-huh," Gip
replied.
"Before Uncle
Buck left for the war, he and my Aunt Linda didn't know if he would
come home from the war or not. He could've been killed and not
come home. Aunt Linda wanted to sleep with him, because he never
slept with a woman before. She didn't want him to die without
ever having shot his come inside a woman. Well they done it,"
Waddie said.
"And did she get
pregnant?" Gip asked.
"You're
following just fine, Gip. No, because Uncle Buck didn't want her
to get pregnant. If he got killed in the war, then she would have
to raise his kid alone, and he loved her too much to burden her with
that responsibility. She was so young she could've found another
man to be her husband if Uncle Buck didn't come home. He agreed
to sleep with her, but only if he could wear a rubber or condom. Do you
know what that is?" Waddie asked.
"Yeah, dad
showed me one and told me what they were for. Told me not to pick
up one that was used and try to use it for a balloon," Gip said.
"Yeah, well, Dad
Dan was right, 'cause they usually have a man's come in them. You
don't wanna’ mess with old come. Fresh come out of yore’ buddy,
fine; old come in a rubber, no," Waddie explained.
"So your uncle
wore one, but it caught his come so your Aunt Linda couldn't get
pregnant?" Gip asked.
"Damn, you're
sharp, Gip. ‘At's exactly right. After they done it, Uncle
Buck went to the restroom in the motel, took off the rubber full of his
come, and dropped it into the trash can next to the toilet," Waddie
said.
"Oh, no, she
didn't?" Gip put his hand over his mouth in awe.
"Yes, she did,
Gip. Aunt Linda got it out of the trash, and put some of his sperm
inside her, 'cause she loved him so much she didn't care. Even if
something happened to him, she would still have his baby," Waddie
explained.
"So now she's
pregnant, and yore’ uncle goes off to war not knowing, right?" Gip
asked.
"Shit, Gip, you
could almost tell this story. What happens next?" Waddie
asked his intuitive brother.
"Aunt Agatha
lives in Dallas. I know your aunt went to live with her in Dallas
to work in a big department store. Linda Sue has second thoughts about
the baby, and... "
"Damn, you're
really sharp, brother, lemme’ help you out here. She's afraid if
Buck comes home, finds out she had his baby and went against his
wishes, he might not trust her no more. He might be angry with
her, and not wanna’ marry her. She decided she and Buck can have
other children if he comes back so she'll give the baby up for
adoption; however, instead of legal adoption she lets the nurses in the
hospital find a home for the child, and signs all the papers showing
the adopting parents gave birth to the baby. Actually, they sold
the baby to the new parents. The head nurses' cousin had a
nephew, a man, who couldn't have no children who was looking for a boy
to adopt or buy, and he bought the boy to be his own son."
"Oh, no,
Waddie. No fucking way. Oh, my God. Morgan was the
man what bought the baby, and that baby was..." Gip started crying in
Waddie's arms, sobbing in sorrow and sympathy for his beloved brother
whom he realized he was, only now, just beginning to know. What
pain Waddie must have suffered, and now that he knew, not being able to
tell must be horrible for him. How could this boy be that
strong? He was only one day older than Gip. Gip knew he
couldn't be as strong as Waddie. Then he began to see the
strength inside Waddie was what he fell in love with the first day
Waddie took him into his arms. Waddie’s strength of purpose never
let a doubt enter Gip's mind. Waddie was going to love Gip, and
Gip was going to love him. This revelation doubled Gip's love for
his brother. Something clicked inside Gip, and he felt a
wellspring from deep within his gut that told him he could be strong,
and he would share this burden with his brother. He wanted
to know, and damn it, now that he did know he was going to be strong
for Waddie.
"There, there,
my sweet cowboy brother, go ahead and say it. Trust me, it will
help you understand," Waddie encouraged his brother.
"The baby Morgan
bought from the nurses was you, Waddie, my friend, my best buddy, and
my brother. That means Morgan ain't chore' dad, Judy ain't yore’
mom and those two awful kids of hers ain’t no relation to you
whatsoever. The angel was right when he told your uncle he had a
son to live for. It was you, but you're also his Godson. No
wonder Aunt Agatha was impressed and stunned. She was a changed
woman after she talked with us, but what did the birthmark have to do
with anything?" Gip asked.
"Before my mom,
Linda Sue, gave me to the nurses she saw two birthmarks on her
baby. A large mole on my big toe and the cowboy boot birthmark on
my right leg next to my groin. She told Aunt Agatha when she
returned to her home in Dallas, and Agatha remembered all these
years. She was already suspicious because of Buck and me looking so
much
alike," Waddie explained.
"That’s
fantastic. So your uncle has no idea you even exist as his son?"
Gip asked.
"No, he knows we
have something very powerful and strong between us, but he don't know
why. He loves me like I was his own son. What he don't know
is, I am his son," Waddie said.
"And, you've
known for...?" Gip asked.
"Almost a year,
Gip. It'll be a year on our birthday," Waddie replied.
"When can you
tell them? When can they know?" Gip asked.
"That's the hard
part. I can't tell them and neither can you. We can't tell
nobody. Things have to happen the way they're suppose to, or it
will alter the way things turn out in the universe. I don't
understand it, and I don't expect you to either. We just have to
accept what Mr. Uriel tells us. I don't know when this is all
gonna’ happen, but I get the idea it's gonna’ occur in my tenth or
eleventh year," Waddie said.
"My God,
Waddie -- lemme' see -- six, seven, eight, nine, ten," Gip counted on
his fingers, "You mean you have to live four or five more years with
Morgan as your dad and those awful people?" Gip asked.
"Yes, but you
have to understand, up 'til a year ago, the first five years of my
life, Morgan was the only dad I knew, and I loved him. This may
sound strange, under the circumstances, but I still love Morgan as my
dad. You can't turn love on and off, Gip. Do you think you
could walk out of this room and forget about me overnight?" Waddie
asked.
"Oh, God, no,
Waddie, don't even talk like that. I wouldn't wanna’ live without
you," Gip assured his brother.
"Well, maybe you
can understand why I love Morgan. Morgan ain't all bad. He's got a lot
of problems he ain’t dealt with, but I think he's
trying. The angel told me I'd have to get several more beatings
from Morgan before the time comes for them to find out about me, but my
angel will be there, he'll put his hand on me, and I won't feel
nothing. I won't even cry. I ain't told you some of the
other good things what's gonna' happen. You and me are gonna’
have us two more wonderful brothers to love who will become a part of
our family. Together we’re going to declare open season on
Willie. There's something we get on Willie what's gonna' blow him
out of the water," Waddie said.
"Like what?" Gip
asked.
"Don't know
exactly, but I trust Mr. Uriel; you should, too," Waddie said.
"I do,
Waddie. I trust you first and him second," Gip replied.
"Well, it
probably should be the other way around, but I don't think Mr. Uriel
would mind. He's an understanding kind of guy. I know he
must've scared the crap out of you. He did me several months
ago. ‘At first day I met you, Uncle Buck and I were riding back
in his truck. We was talking ‘bout thanking Mr. Uriel for saving
Uncle Buck's life, bringing him and me together, and all of a sudden
Mr. Uriel was sitting next to me in the truck -- big as you please with
a big smile on his face. I told Uncle Buck, I damn near pissed my
pants. I want you to be sure and remember to tell Buck you met
Mr. Uriel. He'll believe you," Waddie said.
"Did your uncle
see him?" Gip asked.
"No, but he knew
he was there. Once he appears to you, you kinda get this sixth
sense when he’s around. Uncle Buck thanked him for saving his
life and bringing us together. He did see the seat was indented
where Mr. Uriel's butt was sitting, and saw it spring back when he
disappeared. Uncle Buck don't never doubt me no ways. I
would never tell that man a lie or your dad either for that matter,"
Waddie said.
"Dad's convinced
you never would. So am I, Waddie. I love you more'n ever
now, brother," Gip said.
"How 'bout
letting yore' brother Waddie show you his love. Lie back on the bed on
that big
pillow," Waddie encouraged his partner.
Before Gip knew
what was happening, Waddie took him into his mouth and was working on
him like Gip was an all day sucker. Gip squirmed under him but
couldn't deny he found the sensation unbelievably sensual. Waddie
stopped for a moment. "Want me to stop, cowboy?" Waddie asked.
"God, no,
Waddie, I love it," Gip replied.
"When it starts
to feel really good, you don't think you can stand anymore, relax, let
your body go limp and let chore’ brother do the rest. Trust me
now," Waddie said.
"I will,
Waddie," Gip replied.
"Waddie started
in again, and he could tell the way Gip was responding to him, it
wasn't going to be too long before Gip would be 'overflowing' as he put
it. It was a good description. Waddie sucked and sucked on
Gip's handsome penis. He knew all he had to do was pull Gip’s
foreskin back, and it was orgasm time for his buckaroo buddy. He
slowly reached his hand down to Gip’s cock. Before Gip could
figure out what he did, Waddie pealed him back all the way and was
sucking on his exposed head. Gip breathed deeply three times,
remembered what his brother told him, relaxed, and Waddie took him home
as he felt his brother’s body start to shake then shudder three times
in quick succession. Gip's body went limp. Gip's
'overflowing' was accomplished. Waddie's younger brother had his
first orgasm. Waddie moved up immediately, took his limp brother
who lay in a daze, into his arms, and began to kiss him gently on his
mouth. Waddie felt Gip slowly begin to respond to him, and he
started to make love back to Waddie. The angel was right. Gip was
spent, and totally confused. He didn't know whether he liked the
feeling or not until he felt his cowboy pouring his love into him and
filling him with the sweetness that only Waddie's strength could bring
to him.
What his big
brother did for Gip suddenly became a thrilling and wonderful
experience. It was better than coloring within the lines.
It was the gentle kiss from your dad as he tucked you in for the
night. It was like standing on a hill on a windy day with a kite
string tugging at your heart. It was going down hill with your
feet on the handlebars of your bike. It was riding in the big
saddle of your dad's roping pony. It was your mom slipping you a
fresh baked brownie behind your dad's back after he scolded you for
something. It became a physical confirmation of Waddie's love for
him. It was his brother's gift of love, and he felt the goodness
and fullness of life poured over and into him. He felt weathy
beyond measure to have this handsome young buckaroo for his
brother. There were no words in Gip's limited childhood vocabulary to
describe the sensation and the hunger with which he consumed Waddie's
seemingly endless outpouring of love for him. He could never
imagine any human ever showing him this much love and attention.
His soul popped to the surface like a fishing cork after being thrown
into the water. He was back now, floating in the stream of life
with Waddie and loving him in return.
"Oh,
Waddie. Oh, Waddie. Thank you, Waddie. Oh, thank you,
my handsome cowboy brother. Thank you, Clay, I love you so much,"
Gip said. Waddie paused for a moment and knew without asking that
would be Gip's secret name of love for him,‘Clay.’ Clay for
Claymore. Waddie liked that. It made him feel recognized as
Buck's son. He needed that, and his brother was providing
it. Gip felt it. He knew it. A voice came to Gip's
ear and whispered, “This is your brother Clay. Call him by
this name, and you will forever be bonded together as brothers.”
Gip had no
questions for the voice. Gip knew it was meet and right so to do
to call his beloved cowboy 'Clay.' Gip called him that several
more times. It lit a fire in Waddie's gut each time. It
poured into Waddie, not only Gip's love, but his compassion and
understanding as his undeniable soul mate; his bonded brother. Gip was
confirming Waddie's existence, his place in the universe. Gip didn't
need Waddie's verbal conformation, he had all the positive
feedback he could handle. Years later, in intimate moments, or if
Gip wanted Waddie to know how serious he was about something, he would
quietly call him Clay and Waddie would melt. It was a name known
only to them and ultimately Buck when he overheard Gip call Waddie
'Clay' one time. He knew why Gip was calling Waddie 'Clay,' but
he never betrayed their trust. Waddie had his special name for
Gip. He called him '3G.' It, too, was sacred unto
them. That name no one but them ever knew, and Waddie will take
it to his grave to be spoken once again to call his beloved brother to
his arms on the other side. There will be no more need for this
life’s pain, the brothers two, will be as one again.
* * * * * * *
Mr. and Mrs.
Buck Claymore's honeymoon was picture book perfect. Buck and
Linda Sue took their time. They didn't rush to do anything.
They spent two days with Audie Murphy in the Hollywood hills, and he
showed them the sights of Hollywood. He took them to the Brown
Derby for dinner, and they met several stars Audie introduced them
to. The stars were as interested in Buck being Audie's buddy as
he and Linda Sue were in them. Audie was still a bachelor, and
wouldn't marry for sometime. They left Los Angeles, headed to Las
Vegas, and spent several of their last days there. They had
several more days to go on their honeymoon before they were to
return. They found a wonderful restaurant in one of the casinos
and were having a quiet dinner.
"Having a good
time, dear?" Buck asked Linda Sue quietly.
"Just being with
you is a good time for me, Buck. Do you remember telling me it
was best we began together and learned as we went along?" Linda
Sue asked.
"Yes, I remember
the night well. It was a beautiful night. One I thought
about many times while wet, cold, hungry, and dirty in the trenches of
France and on Iwo Jima," Buck replied.
"You were right,
darling. You have learned and taught me so much I no longer feel
inadequate. I had fears, Buck."
"Nonsense. If
anyone taught anyone, it was you taking this old shit-kick’n cowboy
and making him feel like a prince. Darlin' you're living proof
the old saying was wrong. You did turn a pig's ear into silk
purse. Ever’ time we’re together, I only want to get better for
you," her big cowboy assured her.
"Believe me, my
love, you do get better every time. I keep thinking this time
can't be better than the last, but somehow, it always is. You do
that to me, Buck, and that only compounds my love for you, but for all
the joy, the love and play, of going, seeing and doing..." Linda Sue
didn't finish her sentence, looked away to her side, then played with
the napkin in her lap.
"There's
something missing," Buck quietly commented. Linda Sue didn't know
whether to confirm his statement or not. She didn't want to seem
ungrateful or totally committed in her love for her husband. "Glad you
brought it up, darlin.' For all my medals for heroism,
I didn't have the guts to bring the subject up. Some hero, huh?"
Buck laughed and put his hand on Linda Sue's. "We've seen and
done enough, sweetheart. What we're missing is a little blue-eyed
body of love back in our hometown who we both are drawn to like he's a
damn magnet. I won't deny it, and I know he's what you're trying
to talk to me about."
"You're right,
Buck. The only word that comes to mind is we 'need' him in our
lives. I didn't realize how much I needed him until we were away
about a week, and then something inside me started nagging, and gnawing
at me like I left my own child behind. I tried to be up for you
and have a good time but..."
"There ain't no
'buts' about it, my love. I know'd from the second day we was at
Audie's where your heart was. It was with me, too. You
never stopped your flow of love for me, and I tried hard not to let you
see the hole in my heart. I went overboard trying to see to it we
had us a good time. I think we've had a wonderful time.
Bottom line darlin,' we're hopelessly in love, not only with each
other, but with a bright little six year old cowboy. Our lives
just ain’t complete without him. I couldn't be happier to admit
to either. Let's go home to our cowboy, he needs us. I made
a commitment to a frightened little boy, I'd love and protect him as if
he were my own. I didn't count on falling so deeply in love, but
how could any feeling person help fall in love with him. I
couldn't love a kid more even if’n he was my own son," Buck said as her
big husband put his hand on hers to calm her.
Linda Sue
Claymore started crying into her napkin. "I love you so much,
Buck. I'm proud to be your wife and call you my husband. I
feel exactly the same way. I have to nurture that child some way;
try to be the mother he never had and probably never will have. Let's
go home, Buck."
The newlyweds
had their honeymoon and were ready for their life together. They
checked out of the hotel the next morning. They drove directly
from Las Vegas and were home three days ahead of schedule. It was
no surprise to Ma and Pa Claymore or the Davenports who just happened
to be having lunch at the Claymore's with Ma and Pa Lovejoy and their
soon-to-be six year old grandson. The adults made bets as to when
Mr. and Mrs. Buck Claymore would be rolling in. Ma Davenport
won. She announced they would arrive shortly before lunch
today. n fact, she insisted they set out two more places at the
table for them. Good thing they did. No one but the six
year old boy was surprised. He couldn't believe it. His
birthday and Christmas came early. The two most wonderful people
in his world were back early from their honeymoon. Unbeknown to
them, his mom and dad, his parents came home to him.
End Of Chapter 6
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