Cabbage
Patch
Cowboy
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
9
A couple of
months passed and the holidays were upon them with
Thanksgiving/Christmas break for the kids from school. Waddie and
Gip settled down into a routine. They'd get off the bus every
afternoon, go into the house, give Momma Sue a hug and a kiss and Dad
Dan if he was inside. They'd have something to drink and a couple
of cookies or a brownie Momma Sue made. They did their homework
around the kitchen table. They always waited for the other if one
wasn't through. They'd put their books away, run to the barns to
find out what Dad Dan was doing, and if they could help. Usually he had
something for them to do, and they worked until Momma Sue called them
for supper. Waddie gained back the weight he lost and then
some. He was growing up and filling out fast. That year he
shot up almost a third bigger than Gip. Gip was to get his growth
later, but Waddie was the largest kid in grades one though five. All
the little kids loved and adored Waddie and Gip because they
protected them, included them in everything, and wouldn't let anyone
put them down. They encouraged them, and when it was Waddie or
Gip's turn at bat they went nuts screaming and yelling for their heroes
to put it away.
When Morgan was
home Waddie stayed at his place to be with him in the evenings.
Morgan bought some stock because Waddie agreed to take care of them and
help him. Waddie was good to his word. He and Morgan grew
closer because of common interest. Morgan couldn't get Willie to
even take a look at the livestock. Willie told Morgan, “I
ain't no damn cowboy.”
Waddie stayed
with the Justins when Morgan was on his train runs and sometime he and
Gip stayed a Friday or Saturday night in town with the new sheriff and
his lovely wife. Gip couldn't understand how Waddie could know
Buck and Linda Sue were his dad and mom and not go to pieces. Gip's
strength began to shine through, and he lent his quiet love and
support to his brother. It wasn't as easy on Waddie as it
appeared on the surface. He was being eaten up inside wanting to
love Buck and Linda Sue as his mom and dad. They were proud of
every accomplishment of both boys, but it just wasn't the same. There's
always that fine line of belonging, and the conundrum for Waddie was,
he still deeply loved Morgan.
* * * * * * *
"Waddie do you
know why your Aunt Linda is going to see Dr. Dyer?" Gip asked in
private.
"Yes, Gip, I
do. I didn't tell you a couple of things, 'cause I didn't know
how you'd take them. She's going 'cause she can't understand why
she can't get pregnant. Lord knows, Uncle Buck is filling her
full enough wiff' his baby batter," Waddie said rolling his eyes. Gip
giggled. The boys heard them going at it hot and heavy many nights and
got so
turned on they jacked each other off. Their Uncle Buck was not a
quiet lover, and their Aunt Linda was almost as bad as he was. Gip
and Waddie would giggle at them carrying on, but they never said a
word to Buck or Linda Sue. They wouldn't if their lives depended
on it. It was something that just wasn't talked or joked about.
"She ain’t
gonna' be able to have no more kids, is she, Waddie?" Gip asked out of
the blue.
"You know, Three
G, I ain't just saying this 'cause you're my brother and I love you,
but you're one of the sharpest damn kids I ever did meet. Nobody
in our school picks up on things faster'n you do. Yes, you done
figured it out," Waddie confirmed with remorse.
"I'm glad you
didn't tell me, Waddie. It makes me sad, 'cause I love Aunt
Linda, and I ain’t as good at hiding my feelings as you are. My
dad can take one look at me, and he knows what I'm thinking," Gip said.
"To me, it just
means you're close -- like you and me -- yore’ dad feels like you
feel. Better that, brother, than having a cold, distant dad, who
don't know who you are and ain't particularly interested in finding
out," Waddie allowed.
* * * * * * *
"You've had a
child before, Mrs. Claymore," Dr. Dyer told Linda Sue. Buck
was not present.
"Yes, Doctor
Dyer, but I did a terrible thing. I gave him up for
adoption. My husband and I had intercourse before he went to
war. He didn't want me to get pregnant because he didn't want me
to have to raise his child by myself if he didn't come back. He
used a condom," Linda Sue tried to explain.
Dr. Dyer held up
his hand as if to interrupt her story, "And you took some of his
sperm and impregnated yourself. Then you decided to give the
child up because if Mr. Claymore came back and was angry he might not
want to marry you. Is that right?" he asked.
"Yes, sir,"
Linda Sue replied and burst into tears.
"You don't know
how many times I've heard that story. If it's any consolation,
you're not alone, Mrs. Claymore. You're not the first woman to
ever do it. Is there anyway you can find the child? Do you
know who adopted it?" he asked.
"No, sir. Why,
Doctor? What do you have to tell me?" Linda Sue asked
frightened.
"I don't think
you're going to be able to have anymore children, Mrs. Claymore,"
Doctor Dyer said quietly.
Linda Sue broke
into tears and the Doctor comforted her. "Are you sure, Doctor?" she
asked.
"As sure as any
doctor can be, but to be absolutely sure, I suggest you have your
husband take you to Temple, Texas to a couple of young doctors who
specialize in obstetrics. Their names are Dr. Scott and Dr.
White. I recommend you get their opinion," Doctor Dyer urged her.
"Oh, my
Lord. God's punishing me for disobeying my husband," Linda Sue
wailed.
"We aren't
living in biblical times, Mrs. Claymore. I seriously doubt a God
of love would do that to you for making a mistake. Tell me, did
you get to see the child before they took it away?" Linda Sue
nodded. "Was it a boy or a girl?" he asked.
"He was a
beautiful boy, Doctor," she lamented.
"Did you notice
any distinguishing features?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. He
had mole on his left big toe in the very center just above his
toenail, but the most outstanding feature was, he had a reddish, wine
colored birthmark on his right leg near his groin in the form of a
perfect cowboy boot," Linda Sue replied.
Dr. Dryer
dropped his clip board on the floor and stared off into space. Bells
and sirens went off in his head, as he desperately tried to
think which child had...? 'Oh, my God!' he thought to himself. It
suddenly came
to him, but a small voice told him not to say anything until he knew
more -- until he investigated further. "I'm sorry, Mrs.
Claymore. I became befuddled when I dropped my clip board. I been
having trouble with my grip lately and drop a lot of things," he
said as a cover for his action. Linda Sue nodded her head she
understood. “Do you plan to tell your husband?" he asked.
"I don't know
yet. I’ll have to think about it," Linda Sue replied.
"I'll be
discrete. If he asks, I'll tell him I referred you to Dr. Scott
and Dr. White in Temple because I'm unable to made a firm diagnosis,
which is true. There's a margin of error in any doctor's
diagnosis. To be honest, I hope it was a day I was sick in
medical school, and didn't learn enough to diagnosis you
properly. I know how you must feel. My wife can't have
anymore children. I've known your husband since grade
school. He's one of the finest men I've ever known. I'm so
thrilled he got elected sheriff, and I was so honored to be included in
his bachelor party. I wouldn't have missed it for the
world. It was one of the best times I ever had in my life. My point is,
I have faith in Buck Claymore. He won't turn away
from you if you're honest with him, even now. He's a man of great
commitment and integrity. We're lucky to have him as our
sheriff," Doctor Dyer said.
"Thank you,
Doctor, for your kind words. I hope you're right," Linda Sue said
with remorse.
"Don't give up
hope. Knowing Buck like I do, he'll find your boy."
"Good to see you
again, Doctor," Linda Sue said and she turned to walk away.
"Oh, by the way,
Mrs. Claymore, is the Lovejoy boy still living with you and Mr.
Claymore?" he asked.
"No, sir, I wish
he was, we love him like he's our own. He's back with his father,
but he spends as much time with us and the Justins as he does at Mr.
Lovejoy's house. We worry about him, but he has people who love
him who look out for him most of the time," Linda Sue replied.
"I need to do a
follow up on him at no charge to anyone,” the doctor explained, “It's
required by state law because there was some suspicion of child
abuse. Could you bring him in the next time he's over. It
won't take very long," Dr. Dyer said.
"He's in the car
with my husband. Is now okay?" Linda Sue asked.
"Sure.
That would be fine. If you and Sheriff Claymore have the time to
wait for him. I promise I won't be more than fifteen or twenty
minutes. I'll wait here for him. Just send him in," Doctor
Dyer replied.
Linda Sue went
to the car and told Waddie, Gip, and Buck the doctor wanted to do a
yearly followup on Waddie at no charge and it would only take about
fifteen minutes. "Waddie, he's waiting for you inside. Is
it all right with you, dear?" she asked Buck.
"No
problem. Go on buddy, but watch out for them finger waves,
honcho," Buck warned and grinned.
Waddie laughed
as he walked toward the hospital doors. He saw Dr. Dyer inside
and ran to his open arms. The doctor picked him up and
responded,"Ooofff! You've grown, young man. Another
month and I won't be able to do that," he said marveling at Waddie's
over all grown in the last years. He put Waddie down and took him
by the hand to an examination room.
"This visit
ain't for no check up, is it, Doctor?" Waddie asked with a mischievous
grin.
Dr. Dyer let out
a laugh you could've heard all over the hospital. "Why don't you
tell me. Somehow, I know you can. I have that much faith in
you,” the doctor said sincerely. Waddie smiled but didn’t
answer. “Your angel told you who you had to live for, didn't he,
Waddie?" Waddie was caught off guard and nodded as a couple of
tears ran down his cheeks. Dr. Dyer took him into his arms.
"Shuuu, don't worry, I didn't say anything. I wanted to talk with
you first. I think your angel whispered in my ear. I
definitely heard a voice tell me to investigate before I told your
mother anything. You've known since you were here in the
hospital, haven't you? That's how you knew Morgan Lovejoy's wife
wasn't your mom. Remember telling me that?" Doctor Dyer
asked. Waddie nodded. "In fact, I remember you telling me
the angel told you who you had to live for, but you wouldn't say," he
added. Waddie nodded. "Son, you're an amazing young man, but
why haven't you told anyone?" he asked.
"I can't, Doctor
Dyer, and you can't either. Would you get my brother, Gip, he can
help me explain?" Waddie asked. He seemed uneasy.
"That's George
Gipson Gentry Justin, right? See, I remembered," the doctor said
and smiled. Waddie nodded. "Alice would you please ask the
Justin boy to join us? He's with the Claymores outside. Thank
you."
The nurse walked
to the car and brought Gip back with her. "I'm going to check you
both for mumps," the doctor said to the boys. The nurse
left. He set Gip upon the table next to Waddie.
Waddie spoke
first. "The angel came to Gip and me and told us I could share
with him what I know. He said having my brother know would help
me through. Gip's my buddy, Doctor, but he's more'n ‘nat, he's my
little brother. The angel done told us God his-self done said we
was brothers. I love Gip, Doctor Dyer," Waddie said like his
greatest dream came true and he was living it.
The doctor
choked back tears, put his arms around the boys and hugged them. "Why
can't we tell anybody?" he asked plaintively.
"Because God
gave Mr. Uriel permission to tell me who I had to live for. Before
that, I didn't know I had other parents. I thought I was
stuck in that horrible place with no help and no hope. It was my
choice to go with the angel or come back, but they knew I wouldn't come
back less'n they told me these things. If you remember, my
brother Gip is one of the people I come back for," Waddie said slipping
his arm around his brother and pulling him closer.
"I remember
well, young man," Doctor Dyer said and turned to Gip, "Gip,
Waddie told me all about you before he met you. He knew your full
name and the name he would call you. That was 'Gip.' All
right, I believe you, but you still haven't told me why," Dr. Dyer said.
Gip spoke up,
"Mr. Uriel done told us it would upset the balance of the future if
they were to find out before something happens."
"When is this
'something' suppose to happen?" the doctor asked.
"He didn't say,
but both of us feel it's gonna' happen when Waddie's ten or eleven,"
Gip replied.
"My Lord. That's
three to four more years. It's been almost two years since
you were in here, Waddie. So you two have known that long?" he
asked.
"Naw, sir, the
angel told Waddie and me the night of our aunt and uncle's wedding
Waddie could share his secret with me. Waddie's great aunt in
Dallas put two and two together when I told her about Waddie's
birthmark. I didn't know what Waddie's birthmark meant until
later that night after the angel come to us. Waddie told me. His
great aunt was sent by the angel to help him. She knows almost
everything," Gip replied.
"May I call her
and speak with her, Waddie?" Waddie looked to Gip for his input.
"I don't see
what it would hurt, Waddie, since they both know. Did he find out
about your Aunt Linda?" Gip asked.
"You know about
her? What do you know?" the doctor asked.
"She can't have
no more children," Waddie said without emotion. Dr. Dyer
stood in awe of the boys and just shook his head. He was stunned.
"You boys have
no idea how much you amaze me sometimes. Okay, you convinced
me. You told me something no one could have known about my
daughter, Waddie, and I believed you. I believe both of you
now. I won't say a word, but I would like to talk with your aunt
to let her know she has someone she can contact who cares about the two
of you. She could probably give me some advice," the doctor said.
"She's a good
and wise lady, Doctor, and we both love her. Here's her name,
address, and phone number. Waddie wrote on a pad the doctor gave
him. Aunt Agatha won't know for sure you talked with me. Tell her
Waddie said she would believe you if you told her his special name for
her is 'Auntie Boo' and our secret passwords are 'cherry
cordial'" Waddie handed him the small square of paper. Dr.
Dyer quickly copied the information down on his clip board including
the secret name and two passwords.
"I'll walk you
out to the car, but first I get a hug from both of you," Dr. Dyer
demanded. The boys gladly gave him a hug and thanked him again
for their saddles. He walked them out to the car. Buck got
out and shook his hand. "Good to see you again, Sheriff Claymore,
as always. I just wanted to check the both of 'em for signs of
mumps. It's going around. If there's any swelling under
their jaws or in their groin area don't wait one minute, get them in
here immediately. Don't wait overnight to see if it goes
away. If I'm not on duty you have them call me. If they
won't, here's my card, and one for the Justins. Please tell 'em I
checked Gip out and he shows no signs. Tell them the same thing
I'm telling you. You call me, day or night. They checked
out okay. I thought since you had his brother here I'd check him,
too. Another thing, Buck. If either of these boys gets hurt
in anyway, if you have to get them to the hospital in a hurry call to
make sure I'm on duty or call my home. If I'm not home my wife
will know where I am and get in touch with me immediately. I'll
be here when you get here."
"Thank you,
Doctor, but you know they ain’t real brothers, don't you?" Buck asked.
"I don't
agree. Trust me, Buck, they're brothers. I don't care they
had different parents. They are brothers. Just like you and
Morgan all those years. He's still your brother, Buck. Do
your best to help him. He's a good man, but he's lost, and he
needs to be separated from those people," Doctor Dyer said quietly.
"I try, Doctor,
and I'll keep on trying," Buck assured him.
"Haven't seen
you since you won the election, Sheriff. My deepest
congratulations, and I know our community will be better for it. I'll
have my wife give your wife a call, we'd love to have you and the
Justins over for dinner some evening. Be sure and bring the
boys," Doctor Dyer insisted.
"Great, Dr.
Dyer, we'll look forward to it, and thanks for checking out our
cowboys," Buck said.
"My pleasure,"
he replied.
* * * * * * *
Thanksgiving
proved to be rather unusual. Dan invited a cousin to share
Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family. According to Dan she
was ostracized by the rest of the Justin family because of her sexual
preferences, and because, she looked more like a man than a
woman. Her name was Enid and she arrived in a pickup truck with a
cattle rack on the back loaded with small boxes. She brought
Western boots for the boys and the whole damn family. She broke
away from the main family of boot makers and formed her own
company. She met a man who showed her how he could make a pair of
boots by splitting one hide thereby doubling the productivity with less
material cost. She believed in him and invested heavily the money
with which her family bought her out.
She was on her
way to being a wealthy woman, although you really couldn't tell by
looking at her whether she was wealthy or a woman. She wore her
hair shorter than most men. She wore men's cowboy boots, smoked
cigars, and cussed like a truck driver. She loved to laugh and
tell outrageous stories. Who should she most enjoy, and who would
most enjoy her? You guessed it: the newly elected sheriff, Buck
Claymore. They got along famously. Buck treated her like
one of the guys, a buddy. Buck was quick to offer her a pull off
his hip flask of Southern Comfort he carried with him everywhere, and
she saw that as fine gesture of comradeship and being accepted. (Buck
told everybody Southern Comfort was medicinal. He got
laughed at a lot, too.)
Buck had her
eating out of his hand... not purposely, but rather
unwittingly. Buck was Buck. He was the same to all
people. She needed that feeling of belonging. She loved
Buck for providing it, and he did with gentility and sincerity.
It made her feel welcome and included. She pulled out the best in
Morgan, and Dan Justin was her baby. She was so thrilled, of all
her family, Dan thought enough of her to invite her for
Thanksgiving. She was thrilled Buck was the new sheriff. She heard Buck
was elected sheriff and was all congratulations. She met Buck on
several occasions and heard him speak about the
war. Like everyone else who was exposed to Buck Claymore, he won
her heart. For years, when she came to visit 'her boys' her first
stop would be the sheriff's office. All business would stop, and
she'd have new boots for all the men. She knew everybody's boot
size. Quinton always got a couple pair. He loved her,
too. Buck always got three or four pair... well, after all, he
was the sheriff.
The rest of the
families, the Claymores, the Davenports, the Tates, Ma and Pa Lovejoy,
and Dr. and Mrs. Dyer were good country folk who accepted her as
readily as anyone else because she was a Justin and part of Dan's
family. They could see underneath her need for masculine bravado
beat a good and generous heart. All she wanted was to be loved
and accepted for who she was. The men of the county, Buck, Dan,
Quinton, Morgan made her feel welcome, and she loved them in
return. She and Buck would sit for hours in his office, smoke
cigars, swap pulls from his hip flask, and have a grand time. She
charmed Waddie and Gip. To them she was a female Uncle
Buck. They started calling her Uncle Enid and she loved it. She
outfitted them with four beautiful pairs of boots each. Waddie and Gip
were agog and couldn't thank her enough. She told
them she'd make damn sure her cowboys wore the finest Justin boots
available, and they were, indeed, fine boots. They also were
under her label of Nacona Boots.
One afternoon
she found Gip and Waddie away from the others. "You men been
knocking boots?" she asked casually.
The boys looked
at each other. Waddie finally figured out what she meant and
started laughing. He leaned over to Gip, whispered in his ear,
and Gip started laughing. They never heard the term before and
thought it was a riot. "Yes, Uncle Enid, Gip and I been knocking
boots. Ever’ chance we get. It ain't the same as grown men,
but it sure as hell feels good to us. We ain't never had it, so
we don't know what we're missing, but thanks to you, we got more boots
to be knock'n in." Waddie put his arm around Gip, pulled him
close, and kissed him on the cheek. They were still laughing.
Uncle Enid
thought Waddie's gesture to his brother was wonderful. They
weren't a bit embarrassed around her. She roared with laughter
and hugged them. She loved the boys, and they had the best
looking boots of any kids in school all the way through high
school. Hell, they gave away almost as many pair as they
got. Some kid would admire a pair of boots they were wearing, and
if they wore the same size they'd take them off right there and give
them to him. They walked around barefoot the rest of the
day. Everyone knew, Gip or Waddie gave away another pair of their
boots.
The boys
couldn't wait to tell Dan and Buck about knocking boots. They
laughed with the boys until they cried. They never heard that
term before either. Dan didn't know about inviting her anymore,
but the boys were ready to threaten boycotting Thanksgiving if he
didn't. They thought she was wonderful. Buck agreed. He had three, new,
handsome expensive pairs of Justin/Nacona
boots. She gave Dan five pair. Buck told him he was crazy
not to invite her. Everybody liked her. She became a
regular guest at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the fourth of July.
She seemed to
have a hard shell, but she had a soft heart. She always said she
wanted to be buried face down so the rest of the world could kiss her
ass. Many years later, she met a lady she fell in love with who
mellowed her somewhat, but she was still a pistol with Waddie and
Gip. Enid Justin was a very giving and big hearted woman. She was
especially generous with the boys, with the lawmen of the
county, and her cousin, Dan, and they loved her in return. The
boys would not allow anyone to say a discouraging word about their
Uncle Enid.
* * * * * * *
Waddie got a
call from Aunt Agatha on Thanksgiving. She called to the Justins
because she knew that's where the family would gather for Thanksgiving
dinner. She called under the guise of speaking to her niece, but
she didn't fool anyone. The person she most wanted to talk with
was Waddie. He was so glad to hear her voice he broke down and
cried on the phone. Agatha was so touched she asked if he would
like it if she and the girls drove down for a day or two at
Christmas. Waddie made her promise she would. "Oh, by the way,
young man, it was terribly clever of you to give your doctor our secret
passwords. I knew I could trust him after that and our secret is
still a secret," she allowed, giggled like a school girl, and Waddie
laughed with
her. “He seems like a fine young doctor. He gave me his address
and phone numbers at the hospital and his personal number. He
said to call him if we needed anything or there was anything he could
do. Not including myself, I'm far too modest, but you have some
wonderful people looking out for you, young man," she said.
"I put you at
the top of the list, Aunt Agatha. I can't wait for
Christmas. I need to see my Aunt Agatha again. Things are
going better than I expected, Auntie Boo. Aunt Linda went outside
so I can speak freely. I love you, Auntie Boo. I'm sorry I
ain't called lately, but I feel funny about calling collect. I
promise if I'm in trouble, you'll be the first I call, but it's so
wonderful hearing your voice. Gip's here and sends his
love." Agatha could barely speak she was so taken with Waddie's
genuine sincerity for her. She told him she would make
arrangements to stay with her niece and his uncle at Christmas and
looked forward to seeing him again.
"What do you
want for Christmas, young man?" she asked in a business like manner.
"You, Auntie
Boo, only you. That'll be Christmas enough for me," Waddie
replied.
After goodbyes
were said, Agatha hung up the phone. She was shaken...
shattered to her core. 'How could any child have that much love
in them?' she thought. Her heart was full of love for him. No wonder
God placed his hand on the boy. He was, indeed,
special. She did something she never allowed herself to do in
years. She set down, poured a second glass of cordial, and had
herself a good cry... not tears of regret, but tears of love, joy,
thankfulness, and forgiveness. Agatha felt her cup truly runneth
over.
* * * * * * *
Aunt Agatha came
for Christmas with her two daughters. Linda Sue and Buck had
plenty of room for them. Waddie spent a great deal of time with
his great aunt at Christmas. Most times they included Gip. Agatha fell
in love with him as well as Waddie and marveled at the love
that passed between the boys. She even gave Gip the honor of
calling her ‘Auntie Boo’ in private. Gip was thrilled. Christmas that
year was a little different for Waddie. He knew
more of what to expect. He told his uncle he didn't want anymore
toys. He didn't have time to play with the ones he had. They were
carefully put away when he went back to Morgan's, and he
hadn't played with them since. He told Buck he would appreciate a
couple of good books to read. Waddie got his books and more than
he could imagine. He didn't spend much time at Morgan's because
he had no intention of spending Christmas around Judy and her
kids. Morgan didn't really have much to say about it, because,
the truth was, he didn't want to be there either. Besides that,
Waddie became an integral part of a larger family who Morgan turned his
back on because of Judy and her two.
Morgan walked
over to the Justin's where everyone of both families were invited to
spend Christmas day. Waddie spent the night with Gip and they
were up early Christmas morning helping Momma Sue, Aunt Linda, Aunt
Agatha, her two daughters, Ma Claymore, and Ma Lovejoy in the
kitchen. The boys took on clean up duty. Anytime a bowl was
left empty and not in use, it was whisked away and washed. There
were more folks in the kitchen than any other place. It was the
first Christmas Waddie got to participate, and he began to appreciate
the joy of the season with family and friends. Buck and Linda Sue
got a huge Christmas tree. Waddie, Gip, Dad Dan, Momma Sue, Buck,
and Linda Sue and a host of other guests decorated it. A couple of
nights later they were
invited to the Claymores and helped decorate their tree. They
went to the Davenport's, Ma and Pa Lovejoy's, and the Tate's. Quinton
was thrilled to have them all, and especially the boys. Waddie didn't
know such joy and love was possible between people. It was a new world
for him, and he was participating as a valued member
of his new extended family.
He and Gip
couldn't have been happier. Lastly, Buck, Linda Sue, and Waddie
helped the Justin's decorate their tree. Waddie and Gip allowed
it was the prettiest of all. Morgan was invited but was on
another train run. He spent as much time as he could with Waddie
and the other folks. Judy and her kids were always invited.
Jimmy Sue would call and make a special effort to invite them, but they
never came. Morgan never had to apologize. They knew, but
were glad he could spend time with them. Uncle Enid returned for
Christmas and brought more boots and gifts for everyone. She
bought the boys a pair of fancy, matched 'bat wing' rodeo chaps.
They were very handsome. They were black with red and white
trim. Each boy's initials in big white letters were sewn onto the
bottom of each chap. For some strange reason Waddie's initials
were W. C. on his chaps.
Uncle Enid
apologized. "Cowboy, I'm sorry. It's my own damn
fault. ‘At’s what I told the man what made ‘um to put on
there. I thought you was Buck's boy. Shit. You look
just like him. I didn't know yore’ last name, but I remembered
Buck's. Got it written down. So I thought your last name
was the same as Buck's. I'll take 'em back and have it changed
for you," she said.
"No, no. ‘At
ain’t necessary, Uncle Enid. My middle name's the same as
Uncle Buck's. It's Claymore, same's his. So it's fine with
me. It'll bring me luck. Don't wanna' start messing around
with luck," Waddie said like a true buckaroo.
"’At's fer damn
shore,’" Enid replied and smiled.
Waddie hugged
and thanked her again. "If'n anybody asks me what W.C. stands
for, I'll tell 'em 'wild cowboy!'” You could've heard Enid laugh
for a mile. She thought that was priceless.
"Well, that
shoots the hell out of our gift," Buck said and bellowed with
laughter. He and Linda Sue got the boys a beautiful pair of hand
tooled, latigo leather working chaps. They were every bit as
handsome as the pair Uncle Enid gave them. The boys went
nuts. Aunt Agatha gave the boys five books each and some
beautiful Western shirts. Every book was different so they could
trade. Aunt Agatha got along splendidly with Uncle Enid, and Enid
was enchanted with Aunt Agatha. They had several long talks
together and would laugh in joy with each other. Waddie didn't
know what to expect before Christmas a year ago, but now, he was
celebrating the holiday as a part of the most remarkable family anyone
could hope for. He impressed on Aunt Agatha her coming for
Christmas was the highlight of his holiday. He expressed his love
and appreciation to Clara and Zelma for coming with her. He was
not stingy expressing his affection for them. They thought Waddie
was wonderful. They kept asking him when he planned to come visit
them again.
Aunt Agatha met
Dr. Dyer and Waddie soon noticed them having a nice long chat in some
lawn chairs under one of the huge oak trees on the property. Agatha was
pleased and thrilled to have another adult confidant with which to
discuss Waddie's secret. The holidays ended with lots of tears,
hugs, promises to visit and keep in touch. It was a wonderful
time, but the boys were looking forward to getting back to school.
* * * * * * *
Buck was already
installed as sheriff. The old sheriff wasn’t due to vacate his
office until January first, but he was so angry he lost the election,
he refused to serve out his term. The town came to Buck, begged
him to take over early, and he did. The first thing Buck did was
fire four of the five deputies who worked for the old sheriff. The only
man Buck kept was Quinton. Buck hired four of his local
buddies whom he knew he could trust who really needed the jobs. He
offered Morgan a job. He was the first man Buck contacted and
asked if he wanted to come work for him. Morgan graciously
declined as he was making good money with the railroad, and it would
mean a small cut in salary.
One man Buck
hired, Lyle Rawlings, was an older man whom Buck admired and
appreciated his horse sense. He made him his Chief Deputy. Buck hired
Rawlings for several reasons. The last being he always
looked up to the big man and was one of the only men in town he ever
fantasized about letting fuck him. Lyle Rawlings was damn near
Buck's size or a little bigger depending on the boots he wore and
commanded respect from all quarters. The Chief Deputy was a good
looking man. He was neither handsome nor pretty like Quinton, but
he had some animal quality about him that made Buck's bung-hole
drip. He was one of those men who was born with a five o'clock
shadow. He had a perpetual one due to his black facial
hair. By the sixth grade he was shaving twice a day.
All the men,
except Quinton, were learning to be lawmen by the seat of their
pants. They were pretty lenient on folks for the first six months
of Buck's administration. Buck was taking some classes at the
nearby college. It was sort of a crash course for newly elected
lawmen. His other men were taking it with him including his Chief
Deputy. They went different afternoons and evenings so there
would always be someone on duty. Quinton came into Buck’s office
one afternoon with his hat in one hand and a resignation in his other
hand. He figured since Buck fired the men who worked for the
other sheriff, he'd save them both the embarrassment and just
resign. Quinton walked in and handed his resignation to
Buck. Buck took a look at it, then looked at Quinton with a look
of surprise. "What the fuck is this? You resigning?" he
asked like he was disgusted with his deputy.
"Well, Sheriff
Claymore, I done figured since you fired them other deputies you
probably wanna' start with a clean slate. Since we're friends I
didn't want you to have to fire me. I thought I'd save you the
trouble and me the embarrassment and just resign," Quinton said with
regret.
Buck took
Quinton's resignation, held it in front of his face, slowly tore it
down the middle and threw it back at him. "That's what I think of
your damn resignation. You think too Goddamn much, Quinton,
that's why you lose at poker. Besides, who the hell done told ju’
we was friends?" Buck growled, then flashed a big grin and howled with
laugher. The big man came around the desk and put his arm around
Quinton. He offered Quinton a pull of his hip flask. Quinton gratefully
accepted. Buck had himself a little
snort. "How the hell you think I'm gonna' run this fuck’n place
without you, darlin?' ‘Sides, I gotta' keep you around. I
like looking at that tight little butt of yorn. Always did.
If'n it don't keep my cock hard all day, it damn sure will my
tongue. Damn, Quinton. I been want'n to git into that thing
since we been in high school," Buck joked with Quinton shaking his head.
"You got any
idea how many times I jacked off dreaming 'bout you fucking me, Buck?"
Quinton asked like he was calling the sheriff's bluff.
Buck looked at
Quinton, stunned. He thought Quinton was kidding. Buck
grinned from ear to ear. "You're shit'n me. Now, don't chu'
be doing that to the new sheriff, Son," Buck challenged him pointing
his finger at him, "I'll throw yore' sweet ass in jail and won't let
chu' out 'til you come across," Buck chuckled. Quinton
smiled at Buck, walked over to his desk, undid his pants, dropped them
to the floor, and bent over Buck's big desk.
"Think I'm
kidding? I'm calling yore’ bluff, Sheriff. You want
it? Take it. It's yours. Use it 'til yore' house is
haunted or the chicken's come home to roost whichever comes first,"
Quinton challenged him.
"Quinton -- now,
Goddamn it, I’m serious. I ain’t joke’n no more. Don't chu’
be fool'n with me like ‘at. You already done got me horny enough
just walking around here in ‘nat tight uniform stick’n ‘nem damn buns a
yorn in my face. If'n you don't get up off’n that desk you're
gonna' get chore’ ass fucked -- and fucked mean and hard," Buck
growled, grabbed his dick in his pants to show Quinton it was hard as a
rock. Qinton smiled, turned his butt towards Buck, reached back
with both hands and spread his ass cheeks as a further invitation for
Buck to take him. Quinton shaved his butt completely. His
ass was cleaner than a new-born baby's butt. Buck rolled his eyes
toward heaven and sucked in air though his teeth. It made a
whistling sound. "Hoe-leey mother of God. Sweet
Jesus. Forgive me, Lord. I'm a weak man. Ain't never
seen me no purddier sight than that. 'At's gotta’ be the
purddiest fuck’n hole I done seen in years. I just know'd it 'ud
be that purdy. Purdy man, purdy hole.
Son-of-a-fuck’n-bitch!" Buck exclaimed.
Buck headed for
the door, stuck his head out and told the men they could take off early
if they wanted. It was near Christmas, and he knew the men wanted
to spend time with their families. Only two needed to be around
for the evening shift, and it was going to be Buck and his chief deputy
Mr. Rawlings. The other three deputies headed for the door. Buck told
Mr. Rawlings he'd be interviewing Deputy Tate for about half
an hour. If Mr. Rawlings wanted to get a bite to eat he was
welcome to or if he wanted to wait the sheriff would join him. Mr.
Rawlings thanked him, and said he just might wait. Buck
locked the big oak door, took one look at Quinton's ass and damn near
pissed his pants.
Buck didn't have
too much on his desk and moved the phone and everything else onto the
floor. Buck told Quinton to remove his clothes, but keep his
boots on. Quinton quickly shucked off his uniform as the sheriff
ordered. Then he bent over Buck's desk and raised his ass in the
air for Buck's benefit. Buck dropped his khaki pants, and they
slipped easily over his boots. He almost tore the rest of his
clothes off. He was so ready to get a piece of Quinton's
ass. Buck stood there bouncing his hard cock in his hand enjoying
the view of his deputy's submission and getting all the more excited as
Quinton watched him.
"Last
chance,
cowboy. Quinton, you know our friendship goes beyond
buddies. You know I love you like a brother. Y'ain't gotta'
to do this for the job. You done already got the job, buckaroo. You
sure you wanna' do this?"
"It'll be like a
wet dream come true, Buck. Of course I want it. Are you
crazy? I want it bad. I wanted to feel you fill me up for
so long. I even keep my ass clean in case something lie-kiss
might happen. I promise you, you won't get nothing on yore’ dick,
and I don't want you cheat’n me none neither like you do at poker,"
Quinton said.
Buck was
indignant. "I never cheated you at poker, and I ain't got no
intention of cheating you now, cowboy. ‘At's one ass what's been
crying out for old Buck's cock for a good while. You're gonna'
feel old Buck's belly slapping against them tight little buns. I’s
gonna' sink that sucker so far up yore’ ol' bung-hole it's gonna'
tickle yore’ tonsils. But first there's something I been dying to
do ever since I laid eyes on you, cowboy. I'm gonna' eat me a big
ol' help'n of buckaroo butt."
Buck knelt down
behind Quinton and grabbed his balls hanging down. Buck noticed Quinton
even shaved his balls. Quinton
stiffened. "Easy there, cowboy. I ain't gonna' squeeze
‘em. I's just gonna' hang on to ‘em to pull you back on my tongue
when you start squirming away." Buck took a deep breath.
Quinton's butt smelled fresh and clean but still had his unique male
odor. It really turned Buck on. Buck started between
Quinton's ass and his balls. He licked and kissed every
inch. He move down to Quinton's balls, held them up with his hand
to suck each orb into his mouth, and roll it around with his tongue. He
deputy was starting to moan and
writhe.
Buck knew what
he was doing, and Quinton let him know. "Damn, Sheriff, yore’
tongue on my balls is unbelievably good. Oh, fuck.
Damnation. Ooooh!" Buck moved back up and gently kissed
Quinton's rose bud. Then Buck pulled back gently on Quinton's
balls and started licking and kissing all around Quinton's hole. He
started sucking on it while kissing it, then he started ramming his
tongue deep into Quinton, fucking him with it. "Damn,
Sheriff. Where'd ju' learn to eat ass like that. Fuck. Oh! Oh!
God! Ain’t never had nobody eat my ass
like that, Buck. Damn."
"Put both hands
back here, cowboy, and spread it wide for yore’ boss-man. Yeah, 'at's
it. Pull that little hole open so's I can get my tongue
inside of you real deep. 'At's it. 'At's it. Yeah." Buck dived
back into Quinton's hole like a Olympic
champ. He was getting in some good, deep fucking with his
tongue. 'Lot a' good eat'n in an ass that purdy.' Buck thought to
himself. Quinton started trying to squirm away, but Buck held his
balls a little tighter to let him know he wasn't going anywhere until
he finished his feast.
"Oh, Buck!
God, Sheriff Claymore. ‘At's too good. Shit, I can't take
much more a’ that... I'm about to shoot my wad, Buck," Quinton
complained.
Buck backed
off. He had his fill anyway. "Just hold your ass up there like
that, Son," Buck barked like the man in charge.
Quinton arched
his back and stuck his ass as high in the air as he could in
anticipation of what Buck might do next. Buck went around back of
his desk and got a tube of lubricant. He returned to Quinton's
hole. He reached into a side drawer and retrieved something from
it. Quinton didn't look. Buck applied lubricant and finger
fucked Quinton to his moans and groans. "Don't get too loud,
darlin,' nobody's here right now, but we don't want nobody to hear
us. Is that start'n to loosen you up a little? Damn, you're
tight, Quinton. You're gonna' be a good fuck, cowboy. I can
tell the way you're eating my fingers. Got three of 'em in there
so far." Buck fucked him a good while with his three fingers and
then four. Finally he was moving half his hand into Quinton's
hole. Quinton was right. He was clean as a whistle.
Buck took his hand out and slowly inserted a hard, rubber cow utter
stall. They fit over a cow's utter what's suffered an injury or
sometimes to wean a calf quicker. Quinton felt it and groaned
deeply. "At feel good to you, darlin'?"
"Oh, fuck yes,
Buck. Lemme’ put it up there for you," Quinton replied as he
arched his back and put his ass up even higher for Buck to work it with
the rubber stall. He worked and worked on Quinton until Buck
thought he was ready. All the time Buck talked to him soothingly,
telling him to open his sweet little hole so's he can give his sheriff
a good ride. Finally, Buck was satisfied. He removed the
hard red rubber stall and put it on a towel in the drawer. He
lubed up his roaring, hard shaft, positioned it at Quinton's back door
then lay himself over on top of Quinton. He put his big arms
under Quinton's chest and held him tight in a bear hug. Quinton
was so worked up he was going crazy, moving his ass around trying to
get Buck into him.
"Easy there,
stud. You let the sheriff do the fucking. Yore’ job is to
just keep it up there for him. You ready, cowboy? There
ain't no backing out from this point on," Buck growled his dominance.
"Take me,
Sheriff. Take me hard. I ain't back'n out. I've
waited too damn long for this. Go for it, Buck. Cowboy up!"
Quinton exclaimed.
Buck's dick was
torpedo shaped. It didn't have a huge head but it was perfect for
making entries easier for his partner with minimum discomfort. He
pressed forward, and the head easily popped in. He let Quinton
get used to the size and fucked him gently a few strokes to help
stretch the muscle. Quinton took a little more. Before Buck
realized what was happening, Quinton pushed up and back hard, sinking
Buck's big dick almost to the base. It took Buck's breath
away. Buck pulled Quinton to a standing position and kissed him
behind his ear. "Damn cowboy, now that's the way to mount a man's
horse. Got that sucker almost all the way in there. How's
it feel, buckaroo?" Buck asked stealing a kiss.
"Oh, fuck,
Buck! Better’n I dreamed. Damn, you're one big, fucking
cowboy, Sheriff. You sure as hell fill my tank, boss," Quinton
said and moaned.
"You've still
got chore'self another inch and a half to swallow, cowboy. You
want it now or you want me to work it in as I fuck you?" Buck asked.
"I done told ju’
not to cheat me none, Sheriff. I want it all, right now," Quinton
pushed back and Buck responded by giving him the rest. Now
Quinton couldn't say the sheriff was cheating him. He had all ten
and a half inches of cowboy sheriff cock up his butt.
"Okay, now lie
back down on the desk and let's get some good, slow gentle fucking in
until we get you good'n loose. Then we'll do us some good hard
riding. Damn, you sure feel good, cowboy." Quinton lay down
across Buck desk, but Buck still held him in a bear lock with his
arms. He started gently fucking Quinton, taking ever increasingly
long deep strokes until he was riding Quinton's ass with no
problem. Quinton was putting it up for him to receive every
thrust of the big man's cock.
"Damn, Sheriff,
when you slide that big thing in me it's like I got a telephone pole up
my butt. Shit. That feels so damn good, Buck. Oh,
yeah. Fuck me with that big thing. Make me feel it,
Buck. Feel good to you, Sheriff?" Quinton asked.
"Oh, sweet
buckaroo, you gotta' know it's feeling good to this old cowpoke. We're
gonna' ride off into the sunset together whistling 'Happy
Trails. I'm gonna' pull out, and I want you on yore’ back," Buck
commanded.
"Yes, sir,
Sheriff Claymore," Quinton loved calling Buck 'sheriff' and the extra
added fantasy of getting fucked by an authority symbol, a lawman, the
most powerful man in the county. At twenty-seven years of age,
Buck Claymore became the ultimate daddy figure to every man in the
community. All the children loved him. None were afraid to
run to him any time they saw him. They knew he would stop
anything he was doing for a hug and a kiss.
"Hold them legs
up, cowboy. Reach for the sky. ‘At's right. You want it slow and
gentle, hoss,
or you want it all at once?" Buck asked.
"Don't wanna'
wait none, Sheriff, it feels too damn good in there. Give it all
to me. Oooofff! Damn, that's good, Sheriff," Quinton sighed
with his ass filled with cowboy sheriff cock.
Buck leaned over
and stole himself a big ol' kiss from his handsome, cowboy deputy whose
boots were high in the air reaching for the sky. "Feel's like it
fits in there, cowboy -- jes' like it was made for my old hoss to
ride. Rest yore’ legs on my shoulders, buckaroo. There,
‘at's a little better. You ready for some good fuck'n from yore'
boss-man, pod’na’?" Buck asked.
"Oh, hell yes,
Sheriff. Take all you want, then tear off another big ol' piece
to take home with you. Unload that big boss-man cock in me. Ride me,
cowboy. Oh yeah. Harder, sheriff. Don't
spare them spurs, cowboy. Fuck me. Oh, damn, Buck, fuck my
ass. It's all yours," Quinton was in another world rolling his
head from side to side with his eyes closed.
"That ass is so
sweet, h’it ain't gonna' take old Buck long to fill it. Gimme'
another kiss, Deputy Tate," Buck growled and fucked Quinton every which
way for about half an hour and then decided it was time to ride his
pony to the barn.
"Ride me,
Sheriff. Oh, God, fuck me, Buck! Fuck me. Fuck
me! Fuuuuuck meeee! Oh God. I don't know how much
longer I can hold it, Buck. You're hitting something in there
that -- that -- oh! Oh! Goawd Daaaamnn, Buck. Aaarrrggg!"
Quinton shot three time. The first landed on the desk blotter
over his head, the next in his face and the last on his treasure trail.
"'At's it! 'At's
it! Bite old Buck's dick off with your tight little
ass, cowboy. The cowboy's filling you up, oh, oh...
damnation! Oh. Feel that, cowboy, old Buck's filling yore’
sweet buckaroo butt with his come. Damn, I shot again. Hold
it up there for me, I got another one for you, cowboy. Oh. Aaaww.
Shit!" Buck exclaimed, and collapsed on top of Quinton breathing
heavily. "Shore’ as hell glad you weren't wearing spurs, cowboy,"
Buck told Quinton.
Quinton started
laughing. "Damn, that was a good fuck’n. Thanks, Buck, I
needed that. Best damn fuck'n I got in a long time," Quinton
claimed.
"Listen, cowboy,
you didn't need it any more'n I did. Gimme' another kiss, my
handsome buckaroo." Buck was still way up inside Quinton, and
they kissed passionately.
Buck broke it
off with a gentle kiss, and kissed Quinton around his face. "It
feels so good up there, I hate for you to take it out, Sheriff."
Quinton lamented.
"No more'n I do,
cowboy, but I gotta' get out there on patrol with my Chief
Deputy. You run in there, clean yore’self real good, then you
bring a warm damp towel back in here and clean youre' boss-man," Buck
ordered. He withdrew from Quinton slowly with Quinton
whimpering like he was going to miss feeling Buck's big penis inside
him. He set up, stood up, and again Buck grabbed him and kissed
him passionately. "Thanks for giving that beautiful little ass up
to me, Quinton. I love you for that," Buck said.
"What's a good
deputy for if you can't fuck him now and then?" Quinton asked. They
laughed, Quinton
cleaned himself, retuned with a damp towel as ordered and cleaned his
boss-man. He got dressed, and waited for Buck. Buck
offered Quinton another pull off his hip flask, and Quinton took a
swig. So did Buck.
"Oh, by the way,
Deputy Tate, you report to work tomorrow same’s usual, but I'm afraid
we're gonna' have to interview you regularly until you get it
right. That okay with you, Son?" Buck asked.
"Thank you,
Sheriff Claymore, I'll look forward to working with you, sir.
I'll damn shore’ look forward to our next interview," Quinton
said. Buck winked at him, and the two men shook hands. They
walked out into the main office, and Mr. Rawlings was waiting in his
cubical. Buck told Quinton goodnight, and walked him to the door.
"See you
tomorrow, Deputy, and Merry Christmas," Buck said and patted Quinton on
his back as he turned to walk out the door.
"Thanks,
Sheriff, I appreciate you keeping me on," Quinton replied.
Buck turned and
walked over to Lyle Rawlings cubicle. "J'eet yet, Mr. Rawlings?" he
asked.
"No, I thought
I'd wait and see if you wanted to go down to the diner for a bite,"
Lyle replied.
"Fine with me,
Chief Deputy, let's go," Buck said.
Buck wrote
‘Diner’ on the blackboard sign they always left in the front
window. The two men drove to the diner and had a good meal. Lyle was
more relaxed than Buck ever found him to be, and for once Buck
didn't seem nervous or intimidated by the good looking, older
man. He wasn't that much older than Buck. There was six years
difference in their age. Buck was surprised because Lyle Rawlings
was letting Buck see parts of his personality he usually always hid
behind a quiet, stoic facade. He was really getting to like Lyle
Rawlings. Buck felt he hired the right man for the job. Buck did, in
fact, hire the right man. The town grew to love and
respect Lyle Rawlings as much as they loved Buck. He was fair
minded, tried to help when he could, but wouldn't put up with shit from
any man. The two men made a perfect complement to each other in
their respective jobs. Lyle Rawlings stayed with him as his Chief
Deputy Sheriff right along with Buck and retired about five years
before Buck. Buck's leaving office was reminiscent of Oedipus at
Colonus. The town folk wept bitter tears when he stepped down.
Lyle asked Buck
to call him Lyle in private. Buck told him to be informal and
call him Buck when they were in private. Lyle insisted he and the
deputies under him refer to Buck as Sheriff Claymore in respect for the
office and his position. Buck, in turn, insisted on calling all
his deputies by ‘deputy’ and their last name when in public. Buck
would call Lyle, Chief Deputy Rawlings when they were in public. If
there was no one else in the office Buck never cared if the men were
informal with each other or him. Lyle looked the part of Chief
Deputy. He looked like he should be a lawman. Buck thought
the uniform and gun belt was made for Lyle Rawlings to wear. Buck
thought Lyle looked so fucking hot in his uniform and knew others had
to think so. He later got the boy’s and Dan's seal of approval of
his choice of Lyle Rawlings not only as a good man but one of the
sexiest deputies they had in years... other than Quinton, of
course. If they had to be arrested, please send Lyle Rawlings to
do the job.
It was a quite
night on patrol and since they had no dispatcher in those days, they
cruised around town until around midnight; later in the summer than
winter. It was a cold night in December, and the men kept the
heater going in the old Ford patrol car. If the town seemed quiet
the men knocked off around midnight and went home. They covered
the town twice. On the outskirts of town was a small roadside
park where the kids would pull up, park overlooking the lights of the
town and make out like kid's have done since the beginning of
time. There was no one there because it was a bitterly cold
winter night. During the summer they chased the kids out after
midnight. Buck pulled the patrol car up and stopped. "Thought we'd stop
for a minute and look at the lights. With all
the Christmas lights our little town sparkles like a jewel, don't it,
Lyle?" Buck asked.
"Sure does,
Sheriff. I'm proud of our little town and the whole county for
that matter, rallying behind you to vote you in as sheriff. Everyone
knew you were an answer to a lot of folk's prayers to get rid
of Johnson. You started late, but I ain’t never seen folks gather
around a candidate like they done you. I'm proud to be working
with you and for you, Buck. I'll try to do the best job I can,
and I promise, I'll never let you down," Lyle said.
"Damn,
Lyle. That's a nice thing to say. I feel the same way about
you. I've always admired you, and you were the first man who came
to mind for chief deputy," Buck replied.
"I appreciate
that, Buck, but there's one thing I'd really like to know?" he asked
with a grin.
"What's 'zat,
Lyle?" Buck asked.
"Why didn't I
get the same interview you gave Deputy Tate?" Lyle asked.
"I don't follow,
Lyle," Buck said.
"Your intercom
was on the whole time you were 'interviewing' Deputy Tate," Lyle said
and broke up laughing.
"Ooooh, God!"
Buck groaned and started laughing, “And what did you do, Lyle?” Buck
asked with a big grin.
"Turned the
lights off, shut the door to my cubical, and jacked off," Lyle said and
laughed.
Someone on other
side of town nearly five miles away could've sworn they heard Sheriff
Claymore and Chief Deputy Rawlings’ laugher from high above the
town. The two men laughed until they couldn't laugh anymore.
Buck started the
car and spoke to Lyle, "Hell, Chief Deputy Rawlings, it's a quiet
night. Let's us go back and go home to our families," Buck declared.
"Sounds good to
me, Sheriff Claymore," Deputy Rawlings replied.
Nothing further
was ever said, but about six months later Lyle Rawlings started having
coffee every Thursday evening with Quinton Tate after they got off
duty. Then they'd disappear to Buck's cabin on the lake. Buck gave
Quinton a set of keys to use the cabin when he wanted. Lyle and Buck
would sometimes knock off early and play hide the little
green snake. Lyle could always tell when the sheriff needed a
little relaxing with Lyle's big cock up his butt. It was usually
after a nerve frazzling week when all hell broke loose. After the
day was over the sheriff would offer Lyle a pull from his hip
flask. That always let Lyle know the sheriff needed his
help. He was asking for Lyle's, personal, one on one, in depth
therapy. Because of his status and power in the community Buck
had a certain reputation to uphold. There was only three men in
town he could relax with and get his itch scratched, Morgan, Dan, and
Lyle Rawlings. They could tell when their buddy, the sheriff,
needed their help, and he always got it. Lyle Rawlings was the
sheriff's relief valve. Buck thought Lyle Rawlings gave him the
best fuckings he ever had. Buck claimed they were like his
Southern Comfort, sweet, strong, and medicinal.
Lyle would fuck
the big man slow and deep for an hour or more. Lyle was a man who
loved to fuck. He never thought about fucking a man until that
evening listening to Buck and Quinton. Their enthusiasm and the
sounds of their sexual rutting got him hotter than hell, and he
masturbated. He thought if that made him so hot, he wondered what
that sweet looking ass of Quinton's would feel like wrapped around his
big cowboy fuck pole. He found out. Lyle and Buck fucked
Quinton regularly for almost forty years. Even after Quinton got
married and had six kids. After fucking Quinton for six months,
Lyle was more than willing to help out the sheriff. It didn't
happen too often between Buck and Lyle Rawlings. Maybe once every
three or four months the Sheriff would start looking at him a certain
way, and Lyle knew it wouldn't be long. Lyle never said no to the
sheriff. After Lyle fucked Buck for an hour or more he'd unload in
Buck's ass, and he could feel the sheriff trying to bite his cock off
as he shot his pent-up load. That always sent Lyle Rawlings over
the hill. He would shoot and shoot into Buck's ass. For the
next month or so Buck would be a mellow, easy going, and a happy man.
Buck was good to
Lyle Rawlings and treated him with respect. He backed him up with
any decision he made concerning his deputies. Lyle Rawlings
didn't make a snap decision without weighing it heavily, but when he
did, it was God's holy word as far as Sheriff Claymore was
concerned. Most times he talked it over with Buck. Nine
times out of ten Buck would tell him to make the decision, and he would
back him. Buck never let Lyle down, and Lyle was always there for
his sheriff. Buck was, indeed, Lyle's sheriff. Buck
jokingly told Lyle one night he was going to have to re-write his job
description, 'Chief Deputy in charge of taking care of the sheriff to
make sure he don't go crazy.' He didn't have to, but every year
at Christmas, Buck remembered Lyle Rawlings handsomely just to say,
'thanks.'
Buck ripped out
the intercom altogether, and left his door open most of the time. If it
was shut, his secretary had a secret knock if it was really
important. Otherwise, if his door was shut and locked, he was not
to be disturbed. To get to the sheriff when his door was closed
you had to go through each deputy, the Chief Deputy, and his
secretary. The deputies were pushovers. Lyle Rawlings was a
bit more difficult to get around, but Buck’s secretary was like
Cerberus, the three headed dog, guarding the gates of Hades. The
same secretary worked for the office for years. She was little
Jannie Anderson's mother, Carol Anderson. Mrs. Anderson was
raising Jannie by herself. Her husband, didn't come back from the
war. Rather than gifts, the men always took up a collection for
her at Christmas and Buck gave her a Christmas bonus as well. They were
good to her. They looked out for her and Jannie, and
wouldn't let any man talk foul or suggestive in front of her. When the
deputies were at work they were expected to be gentlemen, and
if they weren't they didn't last long. Lyle got rid of them.
Buck didn't find
out until later she was also first cousin to Lyle Rawlings. Her
name was Rawlings before she married her husband. Buck would've
hired her anyway. She was the most qualified and needed the job
more than any other woman who applied. She was always on time
unless Jannie was sick, and even then, she would have her mother stay
with Jannie. She would make it in to work. Buck could tell
when she was worried, and if it was slow he sent her home with no dock
in pay. She became fiercely loyal to the lawmen. She
guarded Buck's privacy. She knew everything that went on in the
office, but loved and respected all the men, especially Quinton, Lyle,
and Buck. She never would say a word to anyone if her life
depended on it about the men's extracurricular activities. She
was so grateful she had Buck's Godson and Dan Justin's boy looking out
for her little girl. Jannie would come home and tell her mom
about some guy who was picking on her, and if Gip or Waddie saw him he
never did it again. If he did and she had to go to them as a last
resort, God help the boy. Carol Anderson thanked God every night
for her greater family. The men considered her as family, too.
* * * * * * *
Oatie Trent
Waddie and Gip
were breezing through school. The beginning of their second year
there were three top students in their class. Jannie Anderson,
Waddie, and Gip. There was a new boy who came to school. A
small boy named Othel Trent. He moved to their town from another
small town where he went through the first grade, but he seemed
unprepared for his second year. The kid got picked on all the time, not
only because he was small and effeminate, but also, because of his real
name, Othel Godfrey Trent. It was an unusual name and cause for
much childish derision. He was afraid to go to the bathroom
because the times he tried some kid would make fun of him or worse hit
him. So, he just didn't go, and for the first two weeks he messed
in his pants almost everyday. The teachers would have to send him
home. That only gave the other kids more fuel for cruelty. He was
withdrawn, and didn't have a clue how to interrelate with other
kids. He was so shy he wouldn't even play with the girls. He would come
to school with cuts and bruises, his clothes torn, and in
a general mess. Some kid would beat him up on the way to
school. He was almost flunking in every subject because he was so
traumatized he couldn't learn or think.
Many days he
would be so horrified he had to face the same trauma everyday, he'd
race out of the classroom and run home. No one would see him for
the rest of the day. Gip didn't like that a bit. He and
Waddie tried their best to befriend him and help the kid. They
told him to come to them if he was being picked on or needed help, and
they would try to help him. He did several times, but so many
were picking on him Gip and Waddie spent all their time trying to see
Othel had, at least, part of a good day. It was beginning to take
its toll on the boys.
Dan and Buck
could sense something was wrong because Waddie and Gip talked among
themselves a lot more than usual and seemed concerned about
something. Finally, they told Dad Dan what was happening and
asked his advice. What could they do for the kid? He was a
small, good looking kid, but he was helpless and inept. He seemed
incapable of understanding how or why he found himself in an
environment for which he was totally unprepared. For all of that,
there was something about him they both felt drawn to. Was God
telling them to help this kid?
"Well, it would
seem to me you offered to help him, but it weren't enough. He
obviously needs more. Have you men considered what you might have
to invest to get this boy on the road to some kind of normal
life. H'it ain’t chore’ fault he's in the shape he's in. It's someone
else's. Chances are they don't know the situation
they put him in, nor are they capable of helping him. Perhaps,
they just don't care. Have you considered what a commitment it
might take to get him on the road to self help? However, and this
is a big 'however,' have you considered the possible rewards a
commitment like that might bring you? Now, I ain’t talking money
or personal gain.
"I'm talking in
yore’ heart and soul how much you might gain. I don't wanna’
influence you in anyway, but you men have some talking to do to agree
how far you wanna’ go and how much of yore’selves you wanna’
invest. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to
reach out and go the limit for his fellow man. That's exactly
what yore’ Uncle Buck did by going off to war. He was insuring
the future for you boys so you might continue to live in a free
country. He put his life on the line for what he believed. That's what
takes a man out of the realm of the animal world
and raises him to what God intended man to become, a little lower than
his angels.
"Those are
mighty pretty words, but I didn't say them first. I read them
somewhere. I just happen to agree with them. My dad never
did a damn thing in his life I know of for another man unless he was
assured of getting something in return. He died an embittered,
resentful, selfish, hateful old man. He died by himself, because
he never invested anything in another human being, and he burned all
his bridges behind him. Now, before you take on this project,
find out something about him. Visit his home. Go knock on
his door, and tell whoever answers you're Othel's friends from school,
may we come in and visit him? Another thing, I
want you to talk with my brother, the sheriff of our county. For
all his joking and sense of fun there is a serious, sensitive,
intelligent, loving man underneath.
"I don't think I
really need to tell the two of you that. You know you can tell
the big man anything, and he'll never love you less. Ask him if
he knows anything or can find out anything about the boy's family, and
how you might go about helping the kid. If you decide you wanna’
help him, I think you might be surprised the other kids might follow
your lead and try to help him, too. I know your family will, and
by that, you know I mean all of us. If you decide not to, no
one’s gonna' think less of you. Don't fool yourselves none, it's
a big job. You might decide it's just too much for you, because
you will, in effect, become responsible for another person's
life. Are you ready to do that? On the other hand,
somewhere, someday, every man has to draw a line in the sand, step
across, and say, 'I care about my brother, and I will not let this
happen to him.'"
The boys talked
long and serious. They got a legal pad and made notes as to what
they thought they might have to do, how much from their lives it would
take, and were they ready to make the commitment? Dan and Jimmy
Sue were proud of their boys. They didn't make a snap decision
and weighed all the factors. They talked to the sheriff, and he
was very serious with them. Buck told them Dad Dan's words were
gold. He backed him up a hundred percent. Buck was able to
supply a little information. Buck called the sheriff in the small
town in central Texas from which they moved. Othel’s mom and dad
were killed in a plane crash when he was two years old, and there was
no one in the family who would take a child that young. Two old
maid aunts took him and raised him as a girl for the first five years
of his life.
Why? Well,
the old ladies weren't mean spirited. They meant well, but they
were old maids and didn't know anything about children let alone how to
raise a boy. They had no idea what he needed. They were
women. They knew about women, so they raised him as a girl.
Othel never wore a pair of pants until he went to school. He
never had a haircut until he started school. He never knew he
wasn't a girl until a year ago. They dressed him in dresses, kept
his hair long and gave him lots of dolls to play with. He barely
passed first grade in the school he was in. He just couldn't fit
in. All this time he thought he was a girl and then he woke up
one morning and his aunts told him, 'Now you have to go to school and
be a boy.'
Waddie's heart
went out to the kid. He knew the language of confusion, he spoke
rejection fluently, and he also knew the pain of needing someone,
anyone to love him enough to get him off the floor of that damn
closet. Waddie's mind was made up after hearing the sheriff's
report, but he wanted Gip to make up his own mind. Waddie didn't
react at all to Buck's news. He waited for Gip's reaction.
Gip was quiet. Was he waiting for Waddie to take the lead? Waddie
wasn't going to this time. If he was to agree and commit
to this boy, he had to have Gip's full support, or he couldn't do it
with the rest of his world in chaos.
"There's one
other person I want us to talk to, brother," Gip said to Waddie.
"Dr. Dyer?"
Waddie asked.
Gip smiled at
his brother. "Yeah, Dr. Dyer. Damned if ya' ain't reading
my mind again, bro,” Gip said and laughed.
"T'ain't hard
when you love someone as much as I do you, Gip," Waddie assured his
brother.
"Guess that's
why I finish your sentences for ya,'" Gip paused, "but there's a
confused, frightened little man out there who will never have the
chance to find love like you and I have unless someone cares enough to
show him the way. I want Dr. Dyer's advice more than influencing
the way I vote. My mind's already done made up," Gip declared.
Tears came to
Waddie's eyes. "I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for your
love, Gip. Knowing I was gonna' have you and your strength beside
me was one of the main reasons I came back. That kid is on the
bottom of my closet without anyone to love him enough to get him
out. I don't have no choice, Gip, I gotta' commit to helping
him," Waddie told his brother.
"I do, too,
Waddie. I was lost and seriously considered killing myself. I prayed
for God to send me a special person, a buddy to love, and the
next day a handsome, young cowboy took me in his arms and told me he
loved me. You don't know how much I needed to hear someone say
that other than my parents. You not only wanted me for your buddy
you loved me enough to gimme’ my name, a name I'll be proud to answer
to the rest of my life. I don't have a choice either, brother,
but I do want advice from Dr. Dyer. We need all the help we can
get," Gip said. Buck and Linda Sue were listening to this
exchange between the boys with their mouths open, took one look at each
other, and split in opposite directions to find tissues to blow their
noses.
Buck came back
and was visibly shaken. Linda Sue was still crying. "You
boys never cease to amaze the four adults in your family. I think
you made the right decision, not only for the boy, but for you as
well. We'll all probably gain as much as he will. Just go
slow, take your time, and don't frighten him," Buck advised.
Dr. Dyer was
only too happy to talk with the boys, and he was familiar with
Othel. He agreed with the boys, it was an awful name. He
was helpful and encouraged them. He offered free counseling to
the boys any time they wanted to come by. He'd squeeze them in
somehow. He wanted them to know he thought their resolve to help
the boy was heroic, and they could count on his help. That made
them feel a lot better. The boys planned how they were going to
do it, and their plan made a lot of sense. They went by to visit
Othel and he was happy to see them, because they were nice to him and
tried to help him. He was so afraid and shy. Waddie and Gip
could tell his aunts had no clue what their nephew was going
through. Waddie wanted to get him away from his aunts to talk
with him. He called Buck and asked if he could bring their buddy
O.T. to supper. Buck picked them up and met Oatie's aunts.
They were impressed their nephew was having supper with the sheriff of
the county, his wife, and two nephews. They were agog. Linda Sue was
thrilled to have the boy's new buddy over.
At first, Buck's
size scared the boy, but when he found out underneath the mountain of a
man dwelt a big kid who liked to play kissing bandit, he wouldn't get
three feet away from him. Waddie knew how he felt. He found
love in the biggest mountain of a man he could imagine, and Buck made
him feel safe. O.T. crawled all over Buck that evening, and Buck
had the kid giggling and squealing for joy. Buck fell in love
with him. He was a cute little boy. Linda Sue was
captivated. He was pleasant, well mannered, and thoughtful. He never
questioned Gip or Waddie calling him O.T. He knew it was
his initials, but he liked the sound of the name so much, he spelled it
Oatie. And from that night on, he went by that name, and later in
life had his name officially changed to ‘Oatie.’
"Waddie
and Gip
started having Oatie hang around with them to protect him. Nobody
bothered him then. They'd even go to the boy’s room with him when
he needed so he wouldn’t get beaten up by some bigger boy who demanded
Oatie flush the toilet with his head in it. After a while the
teachers could see what Waddie and Gip were trying to do for the boy
and never called him by his real name again. He was on their
records as Oatie Trent. Gip and Waddie
kept him close and watched out for him. His grades
skyrocketed. He wouldn't try any sport because he never had
anyone to teach him those things. He was tiny compared to the
rest of the boys. He refused to take part in any kind of
sports. It was too rough for him. Waddie and Gip weren't
going to have that. Waddie remembered Buck’s promise to him to
sit with him in his closet for as long as it took for Waddie to not
feel afraid or alone anymore. They told Oatie he was their buddy,
and if he wasn't going to participate then they weren't either. Gip and
Waddie were the best team players at everything, and the kids
went crazy trying to get them to play.
"No. We
c'ain't. If'n our buddy, Oatie, ain't gonna' play. We ain't
either," They would say. That lasted all of two days and Oatie caved.
The kids
were begging him to play so his buddy’s would play.
"Come on,
Oatie. We'll teach you. Ain't nothing to it. Nobody's
gonna' hurt you. We'll watch out for you."
The kids were
good to their word. Oatie got better until he was always within
the first four or five kids picked for a team. He improved by the
month. Gip and Waddie discovered a small but natural athlete with
God given talent no one suspected. Waddie and Gip talked him into
getting rid of the dresses and dolls. When his aunts were gone
the boys quickly carried the stuff out to the incinerator, doused it
good with kerosene, and touched it off. Surprisingly, Oatie didn't shed
a tear. From then on he wouldn't wear anything his aunts tried to
buy him that was feminine. When they were gone he'd immediately
take it to the incinerator and burn it. It was almost like he was
burning the fears of his past. He ran around a lot with Waddie
and Gip.
He loved to come
to the Justin's and spend a weekend. Dan Justin's heart went out
to him and so did Buck's. They had another son to love. Oatie would
talk to Dan or Buck for hours asking them all sorts of
questions his aunts wouldn't answer. The two men were never so
busy they couldn't find time for Oatie. Oatie trusted Dan and
knew he and the sheriff would never lie to him. He could tell
them anything, and did. He loved Sheriff Claymore and was so
impressed to have Sunday dinner with the Claymores, the Justins,
Waddie, and Gip. He would cry tears of joy and happiness when the
sheriff would come in wearing his gun and uniform, pick Oatie up, hug
him, kiss him, and ask how his boy was doing today. Buck would
hold him until he got it all out.
Oatie would
apologize and Buck would gently chide him, "I thought we’s buddies,
Oatie."
"We are, Sheriff
Claymore, honest, we are," Oatie insisted.
"Then buddies
don't apologize for shedding a few tears on their buddy's shoulders,
now, do they?" Buck asked.
"You're right,
Sheriff," Oatie replied, then whispered, "I love you, Sheriff."
"No, no. You
proud you love me, Oatie?" Buck asked the boy.
"Oh, yes,
Sheriff, you know I am," Oatie replied.
"Listen up
everybody," Buck would call everyone's attention, Dan, Momma Sue, Aunt
Linda, and the boys, "This, here's, my buddy, Oatie. We's buddies
and I love him. Your turn, Son," Buck would whisper.
"Sheriff
Claymore's my buddy, and I love him, too," Oatie would announce.
Everyone would applaud
and Oatie would beam with love and joy. He never experienced male
love before in his life, and he was drinking it in faster every
day. Waddie knew how he felt. Gip and Waddie were proud to
share their dads with Oatie. According to Gip and Waddie, Buck's
big arms were medicinal. Buck would steal another kiss and Oatie
would giggle. Oatie's aunts began to realize what the boys, the
sheriff, the Justins, and eventually a lot more people were trying to
do for their nephew. They didn't stand in their way and allowed
Oatie to become a boy and a man. Like Waddie and
Gip, Oatie became a child of the community. Everyone knew who he
was and loved him. There wasn't a door in town that wasn't open
to the three of them. During the summer Oatie spent almost every
day with the boys. They came to love him, found out he had the
quickest wit of any kid in school, and kept everyone laughing. He
could take the simplest story and turn it into an outrageous
tale. The more he ran with Gip and Waddie the more outrageous
tales Oatie had to tell. He was no longer shy and retiring. He'd have
fifteen kids mesmerized listening to one of his stories.
One day in early
summer, the three boys, Dan and Buck were working all morning in the
heat, and they were exhausted. They knocked off work about eleven
to clean up for lunch. It was so hot Dan and Buck were afraid for
the boys to continue in the heat. Dad Dan declared the rest of
the afternoon a holiday. It was just too damn hot. There
was a portion of an old creek that ran through a small section of Dan's
property. It was the old limestone quarry where they cut the huge
limestone blocks for the courthouse. It had the clearest
water. You could see all the way to the bottom, and you could
watch the fish swimming around. The five drove down in Bertie
May, but still had all their clothes on. Momma Sue gave them some
old towels. Buck parked under the shade of a huge cottonwood
tree. Oatie was shy and didn't want to take off his
clothes. Buck told Dan and the boys to go on he wanted to talk
with Oatie. Dan, Waddie, and Gip shucked their clothes off faster
that you could say ‘strip’ and headed for the water.
"Oatie, darlin',
we love you. We want you to feel comfortable. I can
understand you not want'n to take your clothes off. Do you have
underwear on?" Buck asked.
"Yes, sir,"
Oatie replied.
"What if you
strip down to that? Would that be all right?" Buck asked.
"I don't know,
Sheriff. Ain't never done nothing like that before," Oatie
replied.
"Nobody can see
much when you're in the water anyway. What if we strip down, and
I hold you up against me until we get in the water. That way,
nobody can see you," Buck offered.
"Would you do
that for me?" Oatie asked looking into the big cowboy's eyes.
"Of course,
Oatie, I'm yore’ buddy, ain't I?" Buck asked.
"Yes, sir,"
Oatie replied quietly.
Buck was wearing
an old raggedy pair of Wranglers, and a old western shirt with the
sleeves cut out. "Will you help me undress, Oatie?" Buck
asked. He thought if he could get Oatie to help him undress,
maybe Oatie wouldn't be so afraid for Buck to undress him.
"Sure, Sheriff,"
Oatie replied.
Buck stood him
upon the tailgate. Buck told him to unbutton his shirt. Oatie did,
helped Buck off with it, and neatly laid it aside. Buck ask him to
unbutton his Wranglers. Oatie did. Buck ask
him to pull them down. Oatie did, but he wasn't prepared for
Buck's big cock to flop out in his face. He thought the sheriff,
of all people, would be wearing underwear. Rather than be upset
Oatie giggled. Buck set on the tail gate and ask Oatie to help
him with his boots. The boy did. Buck raised his feet and
asked Oatie to pull his jeans off, and he did.
Buck stood and
watched as Oatie drank in the sheriff who was standing not more than
three feet in front of him buck ass naked. Oatie's mouth fell
open as he looked Buck up and down. He finally stopped at Buck's
big penis, was aware he was staring, but he couldn't take his eyes
away. He froze like a frightened animal about to be eaten by his
prey. He couldn't move and was so frustrated he just started
crying. Buck picked him up to quiet him and held him. Of
course Buck stole several kisses. "Did I scare you, sweet baby?"
Buck asked softly.
"Oh, no,
Sheriff. It's... just.... well, I ain't never seen another
man or boy naked before. I didn't look at Gip, Waddie, or Dad
Dan. I didn't wanna’ embarrass them. I was embarrassed
because I wanted to run up and put my hands on you, and I didn't know
whether it was right or not. Nobody's ever told me what I should
do and not do. I wanted to touch you so bad, but I was frozen, so
the best I could do was cry. I won't apologize," Oatie remembered
and added.
"Good. No
apologies necessary between buddies, you know that. What's wrong
with wanting to run up and touch me? I wouldn't care if you
wanted to touch me, but the rules are... any place you touch me gives
me the right to touch you in the same place. If we's buddies we
can do that without embarrassment or shame. Do you wanna' touch me,
Oatie?" Buck asked.
"Sure do,
Sheriff," Oatie said and grinned.
"Ah, but you
can't until you got chore' clothes off, can you? Cause anything
you wanna' touch on me, I get to touch on you. The boys and Dan
are the same way. If you wanna' touch them asked them
politely... they'll let you. Then if you touch them they got
the right to touch you, too. You want me to help you
undress?" Buck asked.
"Yes,
sir," Oatie agreed. Buck stood Oatie on the tail gate and
slowly took off his clothes. He got to his underwear. Buck
asked Oatie if he could remove them, or did he want to leave them on?
"I wouldn't get
to touch you if you can't touch me... right, Sheriff?" Oatie asked.
"Them's the
rules, cowboy," Buck replied.
"Do it, Sheriff,
I wanna' touch you," Oatie said like he couldn't wait.
Buck pulled
Oatie to him in a hug and kissed him behind the ear. Oatie
giggled. "You do it, Son, you're a man now," Buck
encouraged the boy. Oatie didn't waste any time. When the boy
dropped his underwear Buck's legs almost went out from under him, and
he damn near fell to his knees in front of the boy. He tried not
to, but he couldn't help giggle when he saw the size of Oatie's
penis. It had to be the biggest damn cock on a kid he ever saw
in his life. Buck thought the boy was shy because he might not
have as much as his peers. Oatie was the only man or boy who ever
made Buck feel inadequate.
"It's all right,
Sheriff, you can go ahead and laugh. That's why I didn't wanna’
undress. I'm a freak. My aunts done told me so. That's why they raised
me as a girl until I went to school. They
were ashamed of me." (His aunts actually took him to a doctor to see if
they could have the size of his penis reduced.) Buck almost lost
it. He felt the boy's confusion and pain. He didn't
understand. How could they do that? They did!
"You...ain't...no...freak...Oatie.
Look down at me, Son," Buck
commanded. Oatie complied.
"You're bigger'n
me, Sheriff. Much bigger. Can I feel it?" Oatie asked with
excitement.
"Help yore'self,
young'un. Grab yore’self a big ol' handful, Oatie," Buck said and
grinned. Oatie grabbed Buck's penis, and it started to get
erect. Buck grabbed Oatie’s and he began to get hard.
"Why does our
pee-pee's do that, Sheriff?" Oatie asked.
"Because you
love me, and I love you. H’it's normal, Oatie. You're
normal. Ain't a damn thing wrong with you," Buck assured
him and stole another kiss.
Oatie put his
arms around Buck's neck and hugged him. "Carry me into the water
like this, Sheriff?" Oatie asked.
"Be proud to,
Son. Hang on tight," Buck said, picked up Oatie, grabbed their
towels, and slowly walked down to the water and into it. Buck sat
down with Oatie and eased him under the water next to him. The
boys came over with Dan, and they sat around Buck and Oatie. They
were telling him how happy they were he decided to join them.
Waddie reached
over and grabbed his uncle's dick. “Watch this, Oatie," Waddie said and
grinned real big. Buck knew what Waddie was
up to and grabbed a mouthful of water. Waddie took Buck's dick in
both hands and pumped it up and down like it was a pump handle. Buck
threw back his head and expelled the water like Waddie was pumping
it out of him. Oatie squealed with delight. He thought that
was the funniest and best damn thing he ever saw. Oatie wanted to
try. In his excitement, Oatie forgot about being naked and stood
up in front of Dan and the boys. The three of them audibly
gasped and almost drowned when they caught sight of Oatie's
penis. Buck laughed his ass off at their reaction.
"Holy mother of
God. Where was I when the cocks were passed out?" Dan
cried. The boys were laughing at Dan, and Buck almost choked to
death. Poor Oatie didn't know what to do. Dan held his arms
out to Oatie. "Com'mer Oatie," Dan almost made it a command but a
loving one. Oatie went to Dad Dan and Dan held him close.
"We ain’t laughing at you, Son. We're laughing at us because we
wish we had the equipment between our legs what you got between
yours. God gave you a gift, Oatie, a gift all men wish they could
be blessed with. Someday you'll be very proud of yore’
tackle. If people laugh it's because it's unusual to see a boy
your age with a penis that large. But, never fear, you'll grow
into it. When you grow up it will be well proportioned to the
rest of your body. Did you ever hear the story of the ugly
duckling who grew up to be a beautiful swan?" Dan asked.
"Yes, sir,"
Oatie replied.
"You're not ugly
by any stretch, but my point is, one day, what you're shy about now is
gonna’ be a beautiful part of you. If you ask the boys, I'm sure
they'll be happy to show you how to use it." Dan looked at Buck and
winked. Buck laughed again.
"You mean it's
not just for pee-peeing? There's other things you can do with
it?" Oatie asked with innocent surprise.
"Oooh, yes,
Oatie. Be patient and some evening the boys will show you what else you
can do with it... right, guys?" Dan asked with confidence.
"Shore,’ Dad
Dan, Oatie's our brother. Brother's do that for one another,
right, Gip?" Waddie replied.
"They shore’
‘nuff do. You'll be surprised what you can do with it,
Oatie. Why, I'll bet you could put out a five alarm fire by
yore’self with that damn thing," Gip declared. Dan and Buck
laughed with the boys. Oatie still wanted to pump Buck's
dick. Buck grabbed a mouthful of water and let Oatie pump it out
of him. Oatie squealed with glee. He thought that was
wonderful.
Dan looked at
Buck and grinned, "I wouldn't mind a little of that action myself,
cowboy," Dan said. Buck splashed water in Dan's face. They broke up
laughing. For two grown men, Buck and Dan spent
more time laughing together than anything else. They really
enjoyed each other.
Gip and Waddie
were having too much fun for Oatie to be shy. Something in him
snapped, and he just didn't give a shit anymore. He came out of
his shell that summer in a big way. The boys complimented him on
his penis. He let them feel it, and he felt theirs. He even
ask Dad Dan if he could feel his balls. Dan told him sure, just
be gentle because they were easily hurt. Oatie was very gentle
and thanked Dad Dan. After that day Oatie never had a problem
running around buck ass naked with the boys or the men. It got so
bad, at the mere mention of going swimming, Oatie's clothes were flying
everywhere and Gip or Waddie would have to tackle him on his way out
the barn door naked as a jay bird.
Once in a while
the men would have a rooster poker party. It was an all night affair,
usually in Buck's old room at the Claymores. Buck's bed in the
house was enormous and would sleep Dan, Buck, and the three boys
comfortably. Buck would have one of his naked poker parties, and
the boys would run around naked and have a ball. Dan held on to
one of Quinton's arms and Buck took the other the first time he saw
Oatie's penis. Quinton damn near fainted, and he couldn't take
his eyes off Oatie's member. Of course Deputy Tate shows up with
gun, badge, and in uniform. Gip and Waddie were both so taken
with Quinton the first time they saw him, they were nervous to be
around him naked. Not so with Oatie. Oatie ran right up to
Quinton, jumped in his arms and kissed him dead on the lips. Quinton
jokingly ask Oatie if he would marry him in fifteen
years. Oatie's cock was a wonder to behold. Buck named it
the eighth wonder of the civilized world, and damn near the fourth in
the animal kingdom. At that party they had a new man to break in,
Lyle Rawlings. The boys forgot about Quinton immediately when
Chief Deputy Rawlings walked in.
Waddie spoke to
Gip and Oatie quietly. "Now, there, gentlemen, stands a man," he
declared.
Oatie's mouth
fell open. He never saw such good looking men in his life, and to
have them all hug and kiss him while naked was a form of male bonding
he would never get anywhere else. Lyle Rawlings was warned and
wasn't exempt from Oatie's exuberant displays of affection. Lyle
saw this little blur running towards him, but got his arms open just in
time to receive Oatie. Oatie had his arms around Lyle's neck,
hugging, and kissing him. Lyle got the biggest damn smile on his
face. You couldn't meet Oatie and not love him. Lyle
Rawlings fell in love with all three boys, but especially Oatie. He
thought Oatie was the cutest kid God put on the face of the
Earth. Oatie didn't think Lyle Rawlings was too damn shabby
either. Lyle had less problem and felt more comfortable without
his clothes than any of them. He didn't put Oatie down but two or
three times all evening. He set him on his lap to play poker.
Oatie was
sitting in Lyle's lap, but it was pinching Lyle's cock and balls
someway. Oatie could feel his discomfort, reached his little hand
down, brought Lyle's big dick up between his legs and closed them
gently around it so it would hold Lyle's manhood up and keep it from
being pinched. Lyle scooted forward just a bit, so they were both
comfortable. Then Lyle's cock started getting hard, and Oatie
could feel it. Because of what Buck told him, Oatie innocently
leaned back and told Lyle, "I'm so glad you love me, Chief
Deputy." Lyle didn't know what he meant and turned beet red.
Leave it to Buck
to say the damndest thing at the wrong time. "When you two men
git though playing hide the little green snake, let us know, and we'll
play poker?" Oatie thought that was the funniest thing he ever heard
and got the giggles.
"Never you
mind," Lyle replied, "You're big and bossy, but with no uniform,
y'ain't sheriff here. Oatie and me, well, we're doing just fine,
and 'yes,' Oatie, I do love you," Lyle said and he stole a kiss from
Oatie. Oatie was in heaven.
No one told
Oatie the rules of the game. He sat quietly watching intently for
about an hour. He never asked a question. Lyle went to play
a card, and Oatie shook his head. Oatie just pointed to two
cards, and the others he waved away.
"I'll have three
cards," Lyle said to Quinton the dealer.
"Three it is,"
Quinton replied and dealt the cards. Lyle picked up the cards,
spread them and had a straight flush. He kissed Oatie behind his
ear. Oatie giggled. He and Oatie wiped them out. They
weren't even fun to play with anymore. Funny thing was Oatie was
so subtle with his recommendations to Lyle, none of the other men
picked up on it. They formed a team. Waddie and Gip knew
and giggled with Oatie after Lyle left. Buck, Dan, and Quinton
were going on and on about how great a poker player Lyle Rawlings was.
"He must've
thought Oatie brought him good luck," Dan said.
"He did, I saw
him slip Oatie a five dollar bill," Quinton said. The boys just
giggled.
"You men got the
giggles tonight? You been giggling all evening. What's
gotten into you guys? Wait a minute. You know some’um we
don't," Buck said. The boys were rolling on the bed laughing
holding each other. "All right. There's three men here,
Quinton, Dad Dan, and me. If somebody don't talk soon three
little boys are gonna' be submitted to tickle torture. What's it
gonna' be, gentleman, talk or torture?" the sheriff growled at them.
They weren't
going to tell. Buck went for Oatie. Dan went for Waddie,
Quinton grabbed Gip and there was an explosion of giggling boys until
all three were hollering 'calf rope.' "It weren't Lyle Rawlings
what beat chu’ at poker," Gip blurted out. The three men looked
at Oatie, and Oatie got a look of horror on his face like he was caught
robbing a bank.
Dan and Buck
knew better than to doubt the boys, but Quinton was still learning. "I
don't believe it," Quinton said.
"Oh, ye of
little faith," Dan said resolutely to Quinton.
Buck howled with
laughter. "Get the cards, Waddie," Buck said. Waddie got
the cards, and he and Gip played the fourth hand. Oatie set in
Quinton's lap and proceeded to wipe everyone out again. Even
though Oatie was sitting in Quinton's lap and subtly telling him every
card to play, Quinton still couldn't believe it. Dan and Buck
laughed until they were sore. Oatie was a phenomenon at
games. He could grasp the mathematical probability of any game of
chance and beat it.
The guys were
going on about how comfortable Lyle seemed without his clothes. "That's
because most animals ain't accustom to wearing clothes," Oatie allowed
as an adroit toss off. Waddie and Gip almost fell on the floor
laughing, but it took the men a couple of minutes to realize what Oatie
said, and they joined the boys laughing at Oatie. He hit the nail
on the head. It said what they were all thinking. Lyle
Rawlings was, indeed, an animal, but a very fine looking one.
The boys taught
Oatie to ride their ponies, and any free time they had they were roping
or playing ball. He would help and work as hard as the boys on
any project Dan or Buck were working on around the place. They
even helped Morgan repair his barn. Oatie started growing, and by
the end of second grade he wasn't the smallest boy in the class
anymore. He had confidence, brains, and learned from the boys the
value of friendship. No one picked on Oatie anymore unless they
wanted a fat lip.
* * * * * * *
In the third
grade Morgan's beatings of Waddie started again. He began to
listen to and believe the other three over Waddie. Waddie wasn't
home enough to break anything, but Morgan was too blind to put two and
two together. Whatever Wille did to frame Waddie, happened when
Morgan was on a run, but never when he was home. After he
returned, Morgan would carry Waddie to the barn and beat him almost
senseless to get him to admit he did it. Waddie refused, and
found the most miraculous thing happened. He never felt one of
Morgan's blows to his ass. It would get red, sometimes bleed,
Waddie would pass out, but he never let out a cry, moan, or move his
ass when he was struck. Morgan couldn't believe the boy would put
his ass up higher taunting him to take his best shot. When Morgan
was so tired he couldn't swing his arms anymore or after Waddie passed
out, he would tell Waddie that was enough. Usually it was after
Morgan ejaculated in his pants.
Waddie would
walk up to his dad without a tear in his eye, kiss him passionately on
the lips, and speak. "I love you, Dad. I forgive you for
beating me unjustly, but I refuse to lie to you anymore. I done
told ju’ I didn't do it and God as my witness, I didn't. You
didn't get me to admit I done it because I didn't. You lost, Dad,
but chu’ know, I do owe you an apology about something. You
weren't lying when you said this hurt you more'n it does me. This
hurts you a hell of a lot more than it does me. You're losing
your son, Dad. Is it worth the price to believe them monsters
over me?" Morgan was defeated. He was no longer in
control. Somehow, his son gained the strength to take control
away from him without raising his voice in anger. addie could
hear Morgan crying gut wrenching sobs as he left.
Morgan would
call after him, "Waddie, don't go. Don't leave me,
Son. I had to do it because I love you. I had to punish you
to correct you, to keep you from lying. Come back. Please,
Waddie, I need you," Morgan would plead. Waddie wouldn’t
return. Waddie would turn, walk to the Justin’s and cry his heart
out in Dan Justin's arms. He would never let Dan or Buck see his
ass until it healed, although they could see the blood soaked stains
through his levis. Gip and Oatie became his medics. He made
Buck and Dan promise they wouldn't do or say anything to Morgan about
it. Buck called Dr. Dyer and told him what was going on. Dr. Dyer would
drive to the Justin's to examine Waddie, but Waddie
wouldn't let him.
The men tried to
get Gip and Oatie to tell them, but they wouldn't. Neither boy
would lie, they just couldn't get anything out of them. If the
men persisted, the boys would break into tears and put their head in
their hands. Waddie never stopped doing his chores for Morgan,
although he would be hurting so bad sometimes Gip and Oatie would have
to help him. They didn't mind, they were there for their
brother. He never stopped doing his chores for Buck. Buck
would watch him grab his ass every now and then and walk like a ninety
year old cowboy. The big man would go in the house, cry in his
wife's arms, and she in his.
The boys always
devised some devilish scheme to get back at Willie. They sent off
for some itching powder, and lightly dusted all of Willie's clothes
with it, including his prized band uniform. They even lightly
dusted his bed sheets and pillows. Poor Willie itched for two
months. There were three beatings during the third year of
school. Never one during the summer because Waddie was away from
the house or was with Gip and Oatie. He had too good an alibi for
Willie to frame him. The fourth year there were four beatings,
and that year saw one of ‘Waddie the Merciless’ greatest triumphs.
* * * * * * *
One evening
while Waddie was having supper with the Justins, Momma Sue began to
tell about her new houseplant she bought from a nursery in Austin.
"It's a foliage
plant, and it's called a 'Dieffenbachia.' You guys think it looks
nice in that corner?" The three men knew when to agree with Momma
Sue and complimented her on her choice of corners. They thought
it was a lovely plant. She had good taste. "You know, it's
the strangest thing. It's also called the 'dumb cane.' You
boys be careful you don't accidentally swallow any of it or get any of
its juices in your mouth. It'll temporarily paralyze your vocal
cords. They used to call mute people "dumb." It was a
horrible thing to call a deaf person who couldn't speak 'deaf and
dumb.' Many can't hear or speak but they're far from being
dumb. In fact, most are extremely bright," Momma Sue said.
Waddie
immediately took an interest in Momma Sue's horticultural
pursuits. He raved about how beautiful the plant was and how
proud of it she must be. Several weeks later she divided it and
asked Waddie if he'd like to try his hand at growing one for his
room. Would he? He was thrilled. Momma Sue potted him
up a goodly chunk of the plant and sent it home with him. He
watered it, fed it, and it flourished. He remembered to thank
Momma Sue every time he thought about it as it was a nice addition to
his stark room. Months went by, and everyone forgot about it.
Aside from
striving to be an asshole, Willie was also a budding musician.
Unfortunately, he never bloomed. He played clarinet in the
marching band in high school. He would practice in his room
almost every afternoon and drive Waddie crazy. That's when Waddie
would go out to the barn to do his chores and take care of the
ponies. Waddie, Gip, and Oatie always had an assortment of
critters they were trying to nurse back to health. Sick or
injured animals would somehow find their way to the boys, and they did
their best to give them a place to rest, recuperate, and heal. The boys
'infirmary' was in a corner of Dan Justin's old barn about two
hundred yards from Morgan's newer barn.
The boy's got
Dan's permission to keep their sick critters there. Waddie would
take care of them in the evenings. Sometimes they had as many as
fifteen to twenty critters they were taking care of. They were
highly successful and Oatie kept accurate records of successes and
failures. They named all the critters and showed the date they
found them, where they found them, and what they thought might be wrong
with them. Dan casually mentioned the boy’s critter hospital in
the old barn when Dr. Dyer and his wife came for supper one
evening. Dr. Dyer wanted to see their operation and walked down
to the barn with the boys. He was astounded when he reviewed
their records.
The boys had a
twenty percent better success ratio than the hospital. He
couldn't believe it. He would come out and check the boys
progress regularly. He was amazed. He followed the progress
of several animals and couldn't believe the swift recovery some of them
made. He called Agatha, told her what he found and was
astounded. She shared his enthusiasm. His question for her
was, did she think it possible there was a higher power involved in the
healing ratio of these animals? Agatha didn't stop to
think. Her answer was an unqualified 'yes!' "Both boys and
their friend have been touched by God's hand, and he's sending those
sick critters to them. Of course you'll tell them to be careful
of wounded animals and rabies?" Agatha asked. Dr. Dyer assured her he
would. They didn't talk long, but she was thrilled he called and shared
his
findings with her. She knew what books to get for presents for
the boy's birthday.
* * * * * * *
Waddie took a
nice healthy piece of his Dieffenbachia plant and chopped it up real
fine. When no one was home, he put it in an old pot, ran some
water over it, and boiled it down to a thick white goo. He
climbed in through the window to Willie's room, carefully opened his
clarinet case and took out all of his reeds. He took them back to
his room and carefully painted each reed with the goo from his
roux. He dried them in his window in the late afternoon sun and
carefully returned them to Willie's clarinet case. Willie didn't
practice that night, but he took his clarinet to school with him for
band practice the next day. That afternoon all hell broke loose
when a high school student, Willie Devers, suddenly came down with some
unknown throat infection which left him unable to speak for several
days. The doctor's were baffled. Word quickly spread all
over town. Everyone felt so bad for poor Willie. No one
could figure out what was wrong with him.
It was a Monday
and Jimmy Sue's day to water and feed her houseplants. She got
her beautiful Dieffenbachia, took it to the sink to water and feed
it. As she was soaking it in the feed solution she wondered how
Waddie's Dieffenbachia was doing. Suddenly, the lights came on in
Jimmy Sue's head. It was at that moment she realized what the
boys did to Willie. She started laughing uncontrollably. She was
laughing so hard she was crying. Dan came in from the
barn, thought she was upset about something, and took her into his arms
to comfort her. All she could manage was to shake her head, point
to the plant in the sink, and get a few words out. "Dumb
cane. Willie. Waddie." Dan made the connection and
knew instantly why she was laughing. He didn't know how, but he
knew the boys figured out a way to get the dumb cane into Willie. That
was enough for him. They held each other and roared with
laughter. They laughed together until they couldn't laugh
anymore. They called Buck and couldn't tell him because every
time Dan started they both would fall out laughing.
"Come out for
dinner, and we'll tell you. We can't tell you on the phone. H’it's just
too damn funny." Buck and Linda Sue drove out, but
had an idea it must be something the boys did. What could be so
funny? When the Justins finally got it out, Buck and Linda Sue
could be heard all the way to town laughing. Buck was proud of
the boys. He couldn't stop laughing. It got all over the
damn county, but it never got back to, Morgan, Willie, or his ma.
Waddie, Gip, and Oatie decided if it was a disease, as the doctor's
thought it might be, then the boys should make sure it was
contagious. They dipped Judy and Dorothy's toothbrushes in the
goo, and they couldn't speak for two weeks. Waddie would find
food in the fridge he knew they'd eat before Morgan got home, and laced
it with a little 'dummy-goo.' 'Dummy-goo' is what Oatie named it.
Poor Willie kept
playing in the band, but his condition didn't seem to be getting any
better. He was going on six weeks not being able to utter a
sound, which was strange because Judy and Dorothy slowly got
better. Waddie, Gip, and Oatie were beside themselves, but they
managed to keep a straight face around Morgan and Willie. After
two months of silence from Willie, one doctor suggested Willie might be
reinfecting himself from the reeds in his clarinet. Willie got a
new reed, and within a week and a half he was able to utter several
sentences. He was so proud of himself. He was
thrilled. Waddie waited about a week and painted the new
reed. Poor Willie couldn't talk for another month. He was
really distraught. He thought he was going to be speechless the
rest of his life. Waddie didn't think it was such a bad
idea. If he had anything to say about it, Willie would remain
speechless the rest of his life. Waddie kept asking Judy if
Willie was still 'dumb.'
He explained
that's what they call a person who can't speak, 'dumb.' "Ain't
cha’ never hear'd of 'deef and dumb’?" Waddie knew the word was ‘deaf’
he just enjoyed the vernacular.
Willie got the
bright idea of washing his reeds to sterilize them. It washed
most of the dumb-roux off, but there was still enough he had to talk
like a whiskey tenor for months. Then, just for sport, Waddie
would repaint all of Willie's reeds, and he wouldn’t be unable to speak
for another month. From then on, when Willie got a little too big
for his britches, Waddie would doctor something else he put in his
mouth. He put some on his toothbrush, put a little in his
mouthwash, and dipped the ends of all his pencils and pens in it.
Waddie even found some hard candy Willie stole and lightly painted each
piece. Poor Willie just couldn't understand why this rare disease
wouldn't go away. Willie remained silent for a little better than
six months.
Dr. Dyer heard
about the story one evening at supper with the Justins and the
Claymores. Buck could barely get the story out he was laughing so
hard as he told it. Dr. Dyer and his wife thought it was the
funniest thing they ever heard. He examined Willie first and was
stumped. He never suspected a paralyzing agent. It was so
simple, almost elegant, and doctors would naturally look for something
more difficult. He made sure after that he was far too busy to
see Willie and let the new intern at the hospital take care of
him. The young doctor had no idea what was wrong with
Willie. Dr. Dyer knew his job was to heal the sick, but Willie
wasn't sick. He knew Willie would miraculously recover when
Waddie, Gip, and Oatie decided to let him. He giggled every time
he thought about it.
Buck finally had
to metaphorically sit on top of Waddie, Gip, and Oatie to get them to
stop before they were discovered. Buck tried to talk like a
mature adult to the two boys as Lyle Rawlings and Dan Justin stood
listening with their hands over their mouths unable to control
themselves. Buck turned to them and gave them a look that would
put the fear of God in most any other men but only succeeded in
breaking them up more. Buck couldn't hold it any longer
either. He slapped his leg, and the three grown men were holding
each other laughing their butt’s off with tears rolling down their
faces at the antics of the boys. Buck laughed so hard at the
three boys exploits tormenting poor Willie, they thought he was going
to have a stroke. The other deputies in the station knew what was
going on, and they didn't help matters any. They had tears
running down their faces from laughing so hard. Even Mrs.
Anderson thought it was hilarious.
Then Buck told
Dan Justin to go home and he'd bring Gip, Waddie, and Oatie to their
place after having supper with him and Linda Sue. He then managed
to seriously counsel the boys and told them the trick of doing
something like that and having it remain a mystery was to know when to
quit. They took the hint from Buck, and no one ever knew. At least it
never got back to any of the Lovejoy household. Even
Ma and Pa Lovejoy heard the story and almost suffered heart attacks
from laughing so hard. They never let on to Morgan they had a
clue. Hell, the whole damn county knew about it, and Waddie, Gip,
and Oatie became legends in their own time. The three boys would
walk around the square. People on all sides of the square would
wave to them and break up laughing. The boys knew they heard
about it. The town placed bets on the next trauma Willie had to
suffer at the hands of the boys. He hadn't seen the last of
Waddie's terrible troika. (soon to be a fearsome foursome) Willie
Lump-Lump was about to go down in flames, and he didn't have a
parachute.
End of Chapter 9
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