Cabbage
Patch
Cowboy
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
10
It was a long
trip and Linda Sue was tired when Buck pulled the Ford onto the gravel
road that led up to their old farm house on the outskirts of
town. It was still cold for March, so Buck had the heater on in
the car. She was quiet for the last thirty miles or so coming
back from Temple, Texas. Buck took off several days to drive her
to see the two doctors Dr. Dyer recommended. With stops for food
and rest it was a good six hour trip by car. Linda Sue couldn't
remember a time in her life when she felt so bad or alone. Even
Buck's love couldn't touch the loneliness she felt. Buck knew, he
could tell. He fell more in love with his chosen life partner
since their marriage. He felt and shared her despair. He
helped her into the house and returned to get their bags out of
the trunk. They stayed three days with a cousin of Linda Sue's,
her husband, and two children, on their ranch outside of Salado, Texas.
They were
gracious to Linda Sue and Buck and took them to dinner one afternoon to
an old stagecoach stop on the route from Dallas to Austin. The
Stagecoach Inn had been in business for many years, and the old inn was
still kept up for visitors. The food was first rate. They
were famous for their banana fritters. Buck thought they were
wonderful. It was only a twelve mile drive to the small clinic in
Temple, and the two doctors spent three days running all sorts of test
on Mrs. Claymore. They called back to confer with Dr. Dyer and
his findings. They were gracious enough to keep quiet about Mrs.
Claymore's previous birth as Dr. Dyer told them she hadn't decided
whether to tell her husband. They talked to her alone first and
assured her what happened to keep her from having another child was in
no way connected to her giving birth to the first baby. They
urged her to tell her husband and start an immediate search for the
child. She would have to make that decision on her own. She
told no one. Only Aunt Agatha, her daughters, and Dr. Dyer knew.
The doctors then
called her husband in to tell him. Linda Sue saw Buck's face when
the doctors explained the situation to them together. They were
sorry, but there was nothing they could do. They suggested Buck
and Linda Sue might consider adoption. Linda Sue glanced out of
the corner of her eye to see one tear roll down her husband's
cheek. Buck was not an emotional man, but he wasn't afraid to
show his emotions if he felt like it. He pulled out his
handkerchief, quickly wiped the tear away, and collected himself. That
one tear shouted more to her than if he broke down into heavy
sobbing. Somehow the strength of character her husband was
showing for her, took control, but for one split second he was so
devastated, one involuntary tear escaped. It spoke volumes to
her. They didn't discuss the doctor's findings on the way
back. Buck tried to keep the mood light with obvious concern for
her. He was waiting for her to come to him with her sorrow. He would be
the man she needed and wouldn't consider turning away from
her. She made coffee for them, and they sat at the kitchen
table. She cut two pieces of cake her cousin Thelma made and sent
back with them. They sat within a strong silence eating cake and
drinking their coffee.
"Buck,
darling..." Linda Sue started, as if she was feeling her way in a dark
room, "I don't know how to say this. I know how important
children are to you, and we were planning on several. I can tell
this is devastating for you, and I want you to know, I love you so much
I'll understand if you want a divorce to marry again so you may have
the children you always wanted," she said softly.
Buck didn't say
anything. He just sat eating his cake. He didn't respond or
look up. He slowly, methodically took a sip of his coffee. He sat his
cup down and stared at it engrossed in his own
thoughts. "No, you couldn't love me as much as you claim if what
you say is true," he replied barely above a whisper.
"But, I do,
Buck, believe me, I do," Linda Sue said and started weeping.
"Then, am I to
believe you didn't mean the vows we exchanged at our wedding?" he asked.
"I meant every
word, Buck, you must believe me. I loved you then, and I love you
more now," Linda Sue cried.
"I meant the
vows I said to you, Linda Sue, and if you meant only part of the vows
then you really didn't love me when we got married," Buck said.
"Buck? How
can you say that? Of course I did. You know I did!" she
exclaimed.
"Well, then,
what happened to the vows, for better or for worse, through sickness
and in health, until death do us part?" he asked.
Linda Sue was
beginning to see where her big, lovable husband was going with
this. He wasn't going to let her feel guilty or take the blame
for this news by herself. He was moving in for the kill, and she
knew it. She never loved a person more in her life than she loved
her husband, Buck Claymore, at that moment. "God help me, I meant
them Buck, and I'm so ashamed I said what I did. I knew in my
heart you would never accept it from me, but something in me said to
make the offer. Now, I'm sorry I did. I love you so much,
but I hurt so bad inside, Buck, because I can't give you the children
you want," she said. Linda Sue broke down into sobs. Buck took her
into his cowboy arms and Linda Sue thought about Waddie's statement his
uncle's arms were medicinal. She had to agree, Waddie was right,
as she let her sorrow out onto her husband's big, understanding,
caring, loving shoulder. He was a man among men. He was
there for her and would always be there for her. He never gave
her reason to doubt his love or fidelity. She knew he never
would. He was honest with her from the beginning, even before
they were engaged.
He carefully
explained to her he carried on a sexual relationship with his brother,
Morgan, for years and probably would after they were married, but she
would never know about it nor would he ever embarrass her. She
would never lack for sexual attention from him. He would see to
it she lived a comfortable life and would never give her reason to
doubt his faithfulness to her. She knew the relationship between
Buck and Morgan was strained because of Waddie, but she was amused to
see the developing relationship between Buck and Dan. She knew
what was happening, and in some ways she was pleased. It was
something Buck needed, and she saw a great change in Dan after a
certain point in their relationship. Jimmy Sue was no dummy
either. She knew what was going on, but she didn't feel
threatened in the least. They even talked about it one evening.
"Linda, I don't
begrudge any love Dan and Buck share with each other. They work
their asses off together, and they certainly enjoy each other's
company. Neither of us could wish for better dads for the
boys. To be honest, Dan has opened up more to me, and been more
loving since he and Buck became buddies than he ever was before.
Believe it or not, he's become the lover I always dreamed he could
be. He never got any love from his dad to show him how love
should be between two people. I, personally, love your husband
for what he's done for me in my bedroom. I know that sounds
crazy, but believe me, I know it's because Buck's shown Dan how to make
love. For that, I will be eternally grateful to your husband," Jimmy
Sue allowed.
Linda Sue
chuckled and had to admit Buck and her sex was much more intimate and
loving since he and Dan became close friends. "I've thought about
it a lot," Linda Sue replied, "and it's easier for me to know he and
Dan are sharing something than Buck and Morgan. I love Morgan,
but I love Waddie so much more. I can't abide the thought Buck
might be showing him comfort when he's so opposed to what Morgan is
doing to Waddie."
They agreed they
didn't have to concern themselves with worrying about other
women. They both felt secure. It bonded them together in
their mutual knowledge, but it became their secret they never shared
with anyone. It wasn't discussed. There was no need. No one was harmed,
and it only made the four of them closer. Jimmy Sue reaped the benefits
of Buck's love for her husband, and
ultimately, Linda Sue came to the same conclusion about Dan's love for
Buck. That same night she shared with Jimmy Sue her horrible
nightmare of having Buck's child and not telling Buck about it. Jimmy
Sue strongly urged her to tell Buck and let him start a
search. Linda Sue swore her to secrecy as she wasn't ready to go
that far yet. She thought she might but couldn't yet. She was
still too fearful of Buck turning against her. Jimmy Sue assured
Linda Sue she would never betray her trust.
* * * * * * *
At the end of
second grade there were four top students. Oatie was first,
Jannie Anderson was second, Gip, and Waddie were tied for third. The
boys had a wonderful summer. Oatie almost went nuts the week
Waddie and Gip went to visit their great Aunt Agatha and the two weeks
they spent with a rodeo chum of theirs on his grandparent's ranch
outside of Alpine, Texas. It was a working ranch, and the boys
got to be real cowboys for two weeks. Oatie was kept busy. Dan and Buck
weren't about to forget about the kid who was turning out
to be one of the major joys in their lives. He kept Dan and Buck
laughing for hours. He was a funny kid, and like Buck and Dan
found humor in everything. The three of them would laugh together
until they couldn't laugh anymore.
Being sheriff,
Buck worked mostly day shifts, but he pulled an evening shift now and
then with either Quinton or Lyle. Sometimes he had business in
other small towns around the county. He'd have Oatie ride with
him and introduce him as another one of his boys. Country folk
never questioned. If you said he's your boy, he was. Oatie
would beam with pride. They fixed Oatie a room at Buck and Linda
Sue's, and he stayed with them most of the summer. Oatie would
ride out to Dad Dan and Momma Sue's with Sheriff Claymore and his
wife. He had no problem calling Buck, Uncle Buck and Linda Sue,
Aunt Linda. He worked with the men all day if they were
really busy, but most times on hot afternoons, Oatie would join
the men in the creek.
That kid could
get undressed in the back of Buck's pickup truck, Bertie May, on the
way down to the creek faster than a strip tease with her clothes on
fire and would be running for the water with a huge inner-tube around
his waist, giggling and laughing, before the men could get out of the
truck. The rule was, he couldn't get into the water until the men
got there. Buck and Dan were right behind him. Oatie would
squeal with delight when they all three hit the water. He missed
the boys, but he had his two dads all to himself for three weeks out of
the summer, and Oatie considered Dad Dan and his Uncle Buck his
dads. He loved them and they love him. They insisted there
should be no question in his mind they were his dads if he wanted them
to be. He did, very much, but Oatie had one more man he was
beginning to think on as a potential dad for him. A man he would
call his own.
His aunts would
cry and kiss Oatie goodbye the day after school was out. They
would see him only a couple of times the entire summer. If his
aunts got concerned they called Linda Sue, the Sheriff's wife, and she
always knew were he was. Linda Sue would call them occasionally
to let them know he was doing all right and having fun. The
entire town became Oatie's summer camp. He was with Buck, Dan,
Lyle, or Quinton constantly, and they idolized him. Buck thought
Oatie was a fine piece of God's handiwork and began to think about the
possibility of adopting him.
He was either at
the Justins, the Claymores, the Tates, the Dyers, and he began to stay
more and more with Lyle Rawlings and his wife. Oatie and Lyle
were drawn to each other like two magnets. Lyle and his wife,
Mavis, had a little girl four years younger than Oatie. He was so
kind and good to her they became like big brother and little
sister. Oatie loved Lyle Rawlings and his wife, Mavis. The
feeling was mutual and Oatie was in Lyle's lap at every naked poker
party. They were a team, and they were rarely beaten. Lyle
and Oatie bonded. They formed a mutual love for each other that
lasted a life time. Oatie could do no wrong in Lyle's eyes. Lyle was a
saint in Oatie's eyes. He was Oatie's hero.
* * * * * * *
Clyde Rayborn
The first day of
school, in grade three, there was another new kid, a boy, just a little
bigger than Gip named Clyde Rayborn. He was loud, disruptive in
class, and bullied everyone. Waddie, Gip, and yes, Oatie went to
him and told him to cool it because he was much bigger than the small
kids, and he was going to hurt one of them. He decided they
couldn't tell him what to do. Since Oatie was the smallest of the
three buddies, he followed Oatie home to his aunts. Waddie and
Gip took the bus home most of the time. If they had some reason
for staying after school, they would walk to the sheriff's station, and
Buck or one of the deputies who was going out that way would take them
home. Oatie was walking home alone. Clyde walked behind
Oatie saying nasty things to him, and he bet he wasn't so brave now his
buddies weren't with him. Oatie ignored him but didn't speed up
his walk, in fact he slowed down and allowed Clyde to catch up with him. Oatie turned to
Clyde and asked if he'd like to walk with him. "Hell, no. I
don't wanna' walk with no sissy like you," Clyde said with disgust.
Clyde knocked
Oatie's books out of his hands. He shouldn't have done
that. Waddie, Gip, Buck, and Dan taught Oatie to react quickly
when confronted by a bigger kid. Don't wait for them to hit
you. Try to hit them first as hard as you can and someway get
them off their feet. When you're on top you can use your feet or
pound them in the face with both fists. When you're protecting
yourself against a larger boy there ain’t no such thing as a fair
fight. Leave that idea to professional fighters. When you
stand to get your butt stomped you go for the most vulnerable places on
their bodies. Don't be afraid to go for their nuts, they'll
recover, but you can bet your boots it’ll slow them down. If
you're standing up, if you can put your boot in their face and break
their nose, do it. It'll stop the fight real quick when they see
blood, especially if it's coming from them. It'll make them think
twice before picking on you again.
Clyde dropped
his guard when he knocked Oatie's books out of his hands. Oatie
was taught to be fast. Oatie sucker punched the kid so hard it
split his lip, upper and lower. He was aiming for Clyde's nose,
but he settled for the copious amount of blood flowing from Clyde's
lips. Blood was everywhere. Oatie became a crazed animal
who smelled fear in his prey. He wasn't about to let up and was
going after Clyde. Clyde backed up, tripped, and fell. He
rolled up into a ball covering his head with his arms yelling and
screaming Oatie beat him up.
At that point
Oatie was more disgusted than frightened. "Oh, shut up, you big
baby. Y'ain't nothing but a lousy bully and a coward. You
should be ashamed of yore’self picking on a smaller kid. I got a
clean hanky, here, lemme’ take a look at yore’ lip," Oatie demanded.
"No. No. You git
away from me," Clyde whimpered trying to crawl
away. Oatie felt the power of being in control. For the
first time in his life, Oatie was in charge of the situation, and he
reveled in his moment of triumph. He marveled at his feelings of
anger being quickly replaced by compassion. He was not yet willing to
give up control until he was sure the situation was going
his way.
"Either you shut
up, calm down, and lemme' take a look, or I'm gonna' hit chu' again and
break yore’ Goddamn nose," he growled at Clyde like he heard his Uncle
Buck growl at him when they were playing around. Clyde shut up
real quick. Oatie gently wiped the blood away. “Well, both
lips are split. It’s bleeding pretty bad, but I think you’ll
live,” Oatie said with noticeable disgust in his voice. “Here,
hold my handkerchief to your mouth and press gently to slow the
bleeding,” Oatie said. Clyde wasn’t going to go against him again
and took the handkerchief from him. Oatie extended his hand to
Clyde to help him up, but got a look on his face that told Clyde, ‘You
better not try anything else if you know what’s good for you.’
“C’moan, get
chore’ sorry ass up and follow me,” Oatie said, “my doctor-buddy’s
hospital is only two blocks away. I’ll carry yore’ books, and
he’ll take a look at your lips for us.” Oatie picked up their
books, and walked Clyde to the hospital. Clyde didn't say
anything. He walked along behind Oatie like a puppy dog with its
tail tucked between his legs. Sure enough, Dr. Dyer was on duty
and looked at Clyde’s lip, cleaned it with some antiseptic and
astringent to stop the bleeding. It didn't need stitching, but he
couldn't put bandages on it, they wouldn't stick anyway. Clyde's
lips were beginning to swell and puff up. Oatie gave Clyde the
proverbial 'fat lip.'
Dr. Dyer could
hardly contain himself. Their little Oatie brought in a kid
almost twice his size whom he managed to give a fat lip. The
doctor couldn't help admire Oatie’s handiwork. He popped the kid
a good one. Oatie really busted the kid's lips pretty damn
good. He couldn't wait to call Buck. When Buck got the call
he was all business with Doctor Dyer. Buck wanted to laugh, hoot,
and holler, and dance a cowboy jig around the station, but he
restrained
himself. He told Doc Dyer, Clyde's dad was their new
deputy. They just moved here last week so he could start
work. He'd bring his dad to the hospital. Buck told Don
Rayborn 'Oatie the terrible' split Clyde's lip in a fist fight, but in
an unexpected moment of charity, Oatie took pity on him and walked him
to the hospital. Don was ready to go throttle this Oatie kid, who
was obviously a juvenile delinquent. Buck didn't tell Don about
Oatie. Buck decided to have some fun. Buck looked down and
shook his head in front of all the deputies and Mrs. Anderson.
"That Oatie kid
is a hellion; a real trouble maker, and a mean ass little sum'
bitch. Why, he's beaten up every kid in school. All them
kids is scared to death of him. We have that kid in here every
other afternoon for some’um." Buck shook his head. The
sheriff sent a glance around the room that threatened every person
present to play along, or he would choke off their oxygen supply. There
was suddenly much busy work going on from the troops to keep
themselves from guffawing. The deputies, Lyle Rawlings, and Mrs.
Anderson were listening to Buck's tongue in cheek description of Oatie,
whom they all loved. They could barely contained
themselves. Of course he was in the station every other
afternoon. They all thought the world of Oatie, would stop, pick
him up, and bring him to the station just to say 'hello' and see his
Uncle Buck. They were thrilled their Oatie stood up for
himself. They knew what the kid had been through. Waddie,
Gip, Dan, and Buck were going to make a man out of that boy, and
so was Lyle Rawlings if he had anything to say about it. It was
their first sign their efforts were paying off.
When Buck and
Don pulled away in Buck's patrol car, there went up a whoop from the
men and Mrs. Anderson that their Oatie took out a bully. They
were laughing, shaking hands, and patting each other on the back. Oatie
was their boy, and they couldn't have been prouder of him. Don Rayborn
wasn't having any of it. He would set this bully
straight. When the men walked in Oatie started to run to Buck,
but Buck ever-so-slightly shook his head and pointed to Don
Rayborn. Oatie knew immediately he was Clyde's dad. Oatie walked up
to Don and introduced himself. "Deputy Rayborn, I'm Oatie Trent," he
said like a little gentleman and stuck out his hand. Out of reflex Don
took his smaller hand
and shook it, "Good to meet you, Deputy Rayborn. I'm sorry I hurt
your boy, Clyde. I just feel plumb awful about it. I
apologize, sir, but Clyde followed me home, knocked my books out of my
hands, and was going to pick a fight with me. I been taught to
throw the first punch if a bigger kid tries to pick a fight with me,
but I guess I done went and overreacted, sir," Oatie said with remorse.
When Don Rayborn
saw how small Oatie was next to Clyde he started laughing. "You're the
terror Buck told me about what’s beating everybody up?" Don
laughed. Buck was laughing, and so was Dr. Dyer. He knew
Buck well.
"Aww, he's just
a' joshing with ya,' Mr. Rayborn. That's the way Uncle Buck
is. Takes a while to get used to him. Took me a while,"
Oatie replied.
"Is Oatie your
nephew, Sheriff Claymore?" Deputy Rayborn asked.
"You might say
that, right, cowboy?" Buck asked Oatie. The small boy ran
to Buck. Buck picked him up and stole a kiss.
"He ain't really
my uncle, Mr. Rayborn, but I love him like he's my uncle. Hell, I
love him like he was my dad, right, Uncle Buck?" Oatie asked.
"Sure is, sweet
buckaroo. Love you as much as love them other two nephews of
mine. Love you like you's my very own boy," Buck replied.
"And, is what
Oatie told me true, young man?" Don asked Clyde whose lip swelled even
more.
"Yes, sir," he
said with little emotion.
"I see. I
think you owe Oatie an apology for knocking his books out of his hands
and a ‘thank you’ for taking care of you. He didn't have to do
that, you know?" Don asked.
"I'm sorry,
Oatie, and I do thank you for bringing me over here to your
doctor-buddy," Clyde said with remorse.
"I'm sorry it
happened, Clyde, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just reacted. Ya'ont me
to walk you home?" Oatie asked.
"I'd appreciate
it, Oatie," Clyde replied.
"Mr. Rayborn,
sir, I hope you can forgive me for hurting Clyde. I shouldn't a'
hit him so hard. I feel bad about it," Oatie said.
Don Rayborn was
laughing his ass off, and so was Buck. Don stooped down to talk
with Oatie on his level. "Listen, young man, you don't owe me or
Clyde an apology. If anything, we both owe you one. I hoped
Clyde would meet a fine young man like you to become buddies
with. I only hope you'll find it in your heart to give him
another chance," Don replied, shook Oatie's hand and pulled him to him
into a big hug.
"No problem, Mr.
Rayborn. Clyde can be my buddy. I like Clyde, but my
bothers, and me, we ain't gonna' put up with him bullying the smaller
kids and little girls at school. We won't allow it, sir," Oatie
said.
Clyde looked
down at his boots. Don Rayborn glared at him. "Oatie, you
and your brothers have my full permission to kick his Goddamn butt the
next time ya'll catch him picking on a smaller kid. I won't stand
for that myself. After you guys take care of him, you come and
tell me. I'll believe you. Then he'll get his ass kicked
again. He damn-well picked on the wrong kid today, I can tell you
that, and I hope that's gonna' be a lesson for him. He deserves
what he got, but he'll get another talking to tonight, you can count on
it," Don Rayborn promised.
"Don't be too
hard on him, Mr. Rayborn, I did hurt him pretty bad," Oatie pleaded.
Don loved this
kid. "You're welcome in our house anytime, Oatie, and it's an
honor to meet you, Son," Don replied.
"Same here, Mr.
Rayborn. Come on Clyde, here's your books, I'll walk you
home," Oatie said and handed Clyde his books.
The two boys
left. Don, Buck, Doc Dyer, and the nurses exploded with
laughter. "Hell, Buck, I was expecting a juvenile delinquent with
a leather jacket smoking a cigarette," Don declared.
Buck and Doc
Dyer told Don Oatie's story, and he couldn't believe it. “Sorry I
had a little fun with ya,’ Deputy Rayborn,” Buck apologized, “I just
didn’t think you’d believe me if’n I told you the truth about Oatie.”
"You’re probably
right. I imagined someone completely different. Who's his
brothers, Buck?" Don asked.
"Morgan's boy,
my nephew, and Dan Justin's boy, my other nephew," Buck replied.
"Waddie and
Gip?" Don asked.
"Yes, sir. Clyde
don't wanna' mess with 'em, but if he extends his hand in
friendship, he couldn't have three finer kids for buddies. You'll
find out the whole community thinks the world of them three boys," Buck
said.
"I can second
that, Mr. Rayborn. There aren't three finer boys in this county,"
Doctor Dyer suppored Buck. All the nurses agree with the doctor.
Buck decided to
talk to Dr. Dyer about the possibility of adopting Oatie. Was it
too much to ask of the Old Man for Buck to want two sons? Two
boys who needed a dad? He would call upon Mr. Uriel for his
advice and see if he would intercede.
* * * * * * *
Oatie walked
Clyde home. He lived three streets over from Oatie. They
walked slowly and talked. "Clyde, I ain't never done nothing to
you. Why would you wanna' hurt me?" Oatie asked.
"I don't know,
Oatie. I's jes' angry at the world. Nobody pays any
attention to me. Everybody here knows each other, and I don't
know nobody. I feel so left out, like I don’t belong here and
ever’ body knows it. I guess I just wanted to get your attention,
and boy, did I get it," Clyde said through his puffed lips and
managed a laugh. It was the first time Oatie heard Clyde
laugh. He had a deep musical laugh Oatie fell in love with. "For
a little guy you got one hell of a left hook. Glad you took me
out, Oatie," Clyde said.
"Why would you
say a thing like that? I'm awful ashamed of what I done to ya,'"
Oatie said.
"Don't be. If
I'd a' hurt you, yore’ buddies would a' come after me. I might
be able to take Gip but not Waddie. Certainly not both of 'em
together, but 'at ain’t why I'm glad. You wouldn't wanna’ talk to
me no more or be my friend if'n I hurt you. I'm glad because I
got to know you a little bit, and maybe we can be friends. I had
to leave all my friends when we moved here last week. I feel so
lonely sometimes, I don’t wanna' go on living," Clyde said and started
crying. Oatie took him in his arms and comforted him.
"Shuuu, it's
gonna' be all right Clyde, you and me, we's gonna' be buddies. My
two brothers will really like you," Oatie said.
"You got
brothers?" Clyde asked.
"Yeah, Waddie
and Gip are my brothers. I love them. They been so damn
good to me, and they'll be good to you if you give 'em half a chance,"
Oatie said.
"I really admire
them. They're the leaders in everything. Even though they
didn't know me, they made sure I was included. I'd like to know
them better."
"You will. You
okay, now, Clyde?" Oatie asked with concern.
"Thanks for
walking me home, Oatie. I’m sorry I was such an asshole. You're a nice
guy. I'd be glad to be your buddy," Clyde replied.
Clyde didn't
expect what happened next. Oatie grabbed him, hugged him, kissed
him on the cheek, and told him, "I love you, buddy."
Clyde didn't
know were it came from, but he kissed Oatie on the cheek, and returned
his sentiment, "I love you, too, Oatie. See ya’ tomorrow."
"Okay, see ya,'
Clyde," Oatie said as he walked away, down and around the corner and
was gone. Clyde stood looking after him as one tear ran down his
cheek. It cost him a fat lip, but he had a buddy who loved
him. He decided he was going to wear his fat lip with pride, tell
everyone his buddy gave it to him, and you don't, even, wanna’ mess
with him.
* * * * * * *
Of course, Buck
couldn't wait to get home to tell Linda Sue and call Dan and Jimmy
Sue. Dan was thrilled and laughed his ass off. "Good for
Oatie. Hell, that's wonderful news. I'm really proud of
that kid, and I know the boys will be, too. Now if we can just
get him to keep his clothes on we'll really be doing some’um." Dan
declared. Buck and Dan broke up on the phone. Buck
called Oatie's aunts and asked if he could pick up Oatie for supper,
they were going to the Justins. They said sure, and Oatie was
waiting for Buck. After Oatie got into the car, Buck grabbed the
boy, pulled him to him in a hug and kissed him. Oatie
giggled. "S'damn proud of you, Oatie. Proud to have you
call me uncle. C'moan, tiger, let’s go pick up Aunt Linda, and I
know some boys who are waiting to give you a big hug, a kiss, and a pat
on the back," Buck said.
"Aww, Uncle
Buck, I'm embarrassed. I feel bad about getting into a
fight. I hurt the boy. I feel awful about it. Clyde's
gonna' be my buddy, though," Oatie said.
"I'm the sheriff
of this damn county, right, my handsome buckaroo?" Buck asked.
"Sure, Uncle
Buck," Oatie replied.
"The sheriff
says, you done the right thing. Now, don't beat chore’self up
none. Stand proud, Oatie. You come a long way from a year
ago, and by God, I'm proud of you," Buck said.
"Thanks,
Sheriff. I just wish my buddy could go to supper with us," Oatie said.
"Good idea,
tiger," Buck replied. Buck turned at the next block and headed in
the opposite direction.
"You're going
the wrong way, Uncle Buck," Oatie said.
"No, I
ain't. The Rayborns live this way, don't they?" Buck asked.
Oatie just
giggled, hugged Buck, and kissed him on the cheek. He was no
longer surprised at anything his Uncle Buck did. "I love you,
Uncle Buck. You're a good man," Oatie said.
Buck and Oatie
pulled up out front just as Don Rayborn was getting out of his
car. "Gather Clyde. We're going to the Justin's for
supper. You guys come along. Be a good chance for Clyde to
meet Waddie and Gip outside of school. Maybe he won't feel so
isolated," Buck said to Don.
Don hollered to
Clyde to come with him. Clyde was thrilled to see Oatie again,
but more thrilled he and his dad were going to supper at the
Justins. Buck ran in to pick up Linda Sue. He called Dan to
tell him he wouldn't ordinarily do it but could he bring a couple of
guests for supper, his new deputy and his son, Clyde... Oatie's new
buddy. "Oh, so he's Oatie's buddy now?" Dan asked laughing,
"Sure, bring 'em on. We're having Oatie's favorite, hamburgers,
and we got plenty. Oh, by the way, we invited Lyle Rawlings, his
wife, and little girl to be with us. Since it's a special
evening; didn't think you'd mind."
"Hell, no. He's
same's you, brother, easy on my eyes," Buck said and laughed, "See
ya'll in a little bit."
* * * * * * *
Buck pulled the
car around in back and Dad Dan, Momma Sue, Lyle, Mavis, their daughter
Mavis Lyle, Waddie, and Gip came out of the house to greet them.
Buck introduced his new deputy to Dan and Jimmy Sue. They
welcomed him to their ranch. Oatie took Clyde by the hand to
introduce him to Waddie and Gip. "Brothers, I want you to meet my
new buddy, Clyde Rayborn," Oatie said proudly.
Clyde stuck out
his hand to Gip. Gip took it and pulled Clyde to him in a hug. "You
don't shake your buddy's hand, Clyde. You hug him, give him
a kiss, and tell him you love him. Gip hugged him, kissed him on
the cheek, and told Clyde he loved him. "I love you, brother,"
Gip said.
Clyde was
reduced to tears as he kissed Gip back. "I love you, too,
brother," he said.
Waddie did the
same thing. Waddie looked at him and smiled. "Did our
little brother do that to you?" Waddie asked inspecting Clyde's
lip. Clyde blushed and shook his head, 'yes,' then smiled. "Goddamn it,
Oatie!" Waddie exclaimed, "How many times does Gip, Dad
Dan, Uncle Buck, and me gotta' tell you... you just can't keep going
around beat'n up bigger kids?" Waddie said and laughed.
Oatie ran to
Waddie, giggled as he threw his arms around him and kissed him on the
cheek. Everyone broke into laughter and Clyde laughed
hardest. Oatie took Clyde by the hand and introduced him to
another one of his dads, Mr. Lyle Rawlings, Mrs. Rawlings and his
little sister, Mavis Lyle.
"Mr. Rawlings is
Chief Deputy Rawlings, Clyde, your dad's new boss along with Uncle
Buck," Oatie explained.
"Good to meet
you, sir, ma'am, and nice to meet you, too, Mavis Lyle. Sorry I'm
talking kinda funny. My buddy, Oatie here gimme' a fat lip today,
but I deserved it. I was being a moron. I don't think it's
too big a price to pay to get me a new buddy and brother. I'm
gonna' wear it with pride," Clyde declared.
Lyle Rawlings
laughted with Clyde. Oatie and Clyde took Mavis Lyle by the hand
and followed Waddie and Gip into the house. Oatie made sure his
little sister, Mavis Lyle, was included in everything. She was
five and would be entering school the next year. She wasn't the
least afraid. She had four big brothers to look out for
her. Waddie and Gip won Don Rayborn over that evening and he
invited them to their house anytime. No one knew except Lyle and
Buck that Don Rayborn's wife died in child birth with Clyde, and Don
had
to raise him by himself with the help of his mother. Don's dad
died the year after his wife, so it helped him and his mother get over
their losses to care for Clyde. Don wouldn't have accepted the
new job if Clyde was younger, but he felt the boy was getting old
enough to take care of himself and start being responsible. He
was thrilled Oatie, Gip, and Waddie accepted Clyde so readily.
Don and Clyde were amazed at how easily Oatie fit into the group. Oatie
was one of the family. They didn't talk about anything
Oatie wasn't included in. Clyde was accepted as well, and he and
Don Rayborn never felt more comfortable with a group of people. That
evening Don Rayborn knew he made the right move.
After dinner
Clyde admired Waddie's boots. Waddie took one off and told him to
try it on. It fit him perfectly. Waddie handed him the
other one. "There, brother, they're yours," Waddie said.
Clyde's mouth
dropped open. "I can't take your boots," Clyde said in awe at
Waddie generosity.
"You said you
liked 'em," Waddie replied.
"I do, they're
beautiful. I ain't never had such a fine pair of boots. Dad...?" Clyde
looked to his dad for guidance.
"If a man gives
you something, Son, it ain't polite to refuse his gift," Don replied.
"I don't know
what to say, Dad," Clyde said.
"Try, 'thank
you', Son. It always seems to work for me," Don gently encouraged
his boy.
Clyde had tears
in his eyes as he grabbed Waddie, hugged, and kissed him again. "Thank
you, brother. I'll remember who gimme’ these every time I
wear 'em. It's real nice of you, and after the way I treated you
guys, I don't deserve it," Clyde said with a tear in his eye.
"You're gonna'
treat us different from now on, ain't cha'?" Waddie asked.
"You bet. You
guys are my buddies, besides I need protection from that mean
little kid," Clyde said. Everyone laughed. Clyde was
fitting right in. Don Rayborn was proud of his boy and knew these
three boys were Clyde's future. He couldn't have approved more.
Dan, Lyle, and
Buck talked together and decided that evening, after supper, was a good
time to give their three boys a gift. It was a little over a year
since the boys decided to help Oatie and ended up with a treasure for a
friend, a buddy, and little brother. Dan handed Waddie and Gip
two small packages, and Buck brought in one big package from the trunk
of his car. He handed it to Oatie. Lyle Rawlings came in
the other door from his truck, and handed Oatie another package.
"Before you men
open these packages we want you to know we think the three of you are
pert-damn special," Dad Dan began a small speech, "A little over a year
ago, Waddie and Gip decided to invest their time in a little man who
was new to their school and was having a hard time adjusting. They
weren't guaranteed any pay off nor were they sure they would be
successful, but I think everyone will have to agree their investment
paid off ten fold. No, I take that back. A hun'nert
fold. Not only did they get a buddy, and a brother, we all got a
wonderful, kind, thoughtful, intelligent, loving little man in our
lives, and we couldn't beat him off with a stick," Dan said. They
all laughed. Dan got serious. "We wouldn't want to. The thought of not
having Oatie in our lives is too sad to think
about. And, you, little man," Dan pointed a finger at Oatie,
"why, the hell, didn't you tell anyone today was your birthday?" Dan
asked.
Oatie began to
shed tears. Waddie and Gip moved to his side and put their arms around
him. Clyde joined them. After the boys comforted and
congratulated Oatie, Lyle opened his arms, and Oatie crawled up into
his partner's lap. He hugged and kissed Lyle, and Lyle stole a
kiss or two. Buck smiled to himself. He knew at that
moment, without a shadow of a doubt, who would become Oatie's
dad. Buck sighed deeply and thought to himself Oatie had the best
taste in men. He couldn't have chosen better. Buck didn't know
it at the time, nothing was said, but the idea was already put into
motion. Mavis couldn't have anymore children after her
daughter. She almost died giving birth to Mavis Lyle and the
doctors insisted she have her tubes tied. Lyle loved his
daughter, but having Oatie for a son was just too damn tempting. Buck
had mixed feelings. He was happy for Lyle and Oatie, but a
little disappointed for himself. Damn it, he was going to have a
talk with that kid. He wasn't going to let Oatie stop being his
nephew if he and Dan had to legally adopt Lyle as their brother. They
didn't have to, Lyle was just as crazy about the two of them.
"I didn't want
anyone to make a fuss," Oatie said, "I was happy God sent me a new
buddy for my birthday, but I’m so ashamed the way I treated him," Oatie
lamented. Everyone didn't know whether to laugh or cry. About that
time, from the other room, came Momma Sue followed by Linda
Sue with a birthday cake with eight candles on it. Everyone sang
happy birthday to Oatie as tears rolled down his face. He was
speechless. He blew out all the candles, and everyone had cake and ice
cream.
"Them two
packages, Oatie, are your birthday presents from the six adults in your
family who love you. Oatie jumped up and ran to Dad Dan, hugged
and kissed him, thanking him. He ran to Buck. Buck picked
him up, stole a kiss, and got another giggle from Oatie as he hugged
and kissed the sheriff. Then he hugged and kissed Momma Sue and
his Aunt Linda. Lastly he ran to Momma Mavis, and then, to the
love of his life, his partner, Lyle. Oatie was thrilled, and he
hadn't even opened a package. Oatie was excited beyond belief to
open his presents. He opened the big box first and in it was a
wide brimmed, black felt cowboy hat just his size. Oatie was
thrilled. Now he could be a cowboy, too. He quickly opened
the second and there was his first pair of Justin cowboy boots. They
fit him perfectly, and he wouldn't take them off. He stayed
the night with Waddie and Gip, but refused to take them off to
sleep. They slept in the hayloft in the barn on old blankets
Momma Sue and Aunt Linda gave them. Oatie was transformed. He made a
handsome, young cowboy. Waddie and Gip were so happy
for Oatie. They hadn't even opened their presents yet.
Finally, Waddie
and Gip opened their small packages, and they found matching pairs of
engraved spurs with kindness rowels. Their initials were engraved
on them and on the right spur of each was engraved a small homely:
"Love is its own reward." They got the message and were moved to
tears. Dan and Buck knew the boys loved the spurs, but their
greatest reward which paid off a thousand fold through the years was a
frightened little man to whom they made a commitment. In one year's
time Oatie went from shitting his pants from fear to the top of his
class, took out a bully who was going to pick a fight with him, and
made him his best buddy and brother in a matter of one evening. Oatie
was on his way.
That night did
something to Oatie. Once he got his boots and hat on and walked
to a mirror, he saw a cowboy looking back at him that overwhelmed
him. He knew he had to be a cowboy like Gip and Waddie. He
worked hard at learning to rope. His buddy Clyde didn't want to
be left out and started learning, too. He and Oatie became a
team. They also fell very much in love. Clyde's penis was
almost as big as Waddie's but the first time he saw Oatie's monster he
was unprepared. The men did a number on poor Clyde. They
made him think Oatie had a penis the size of a pencil eraser. Clyde
wondered why Oatie would just giggle. Even Buck and Dan
went along with the boys and kidded Oatie about his little cock. "Why,
I'm a' gonna' have to carry a magnifying glass in my back pocket
to help you find that thing, Oatie." Buck said to Oatie. Oatie
would squeal with laughter.
"I know. Poor
Oatie. We thought about calling him short-change, but that
wouldn't be nice,'" Dan said laughing, and everyone laughed
again. Clyde didn't. He thought it was cruel. He
loved Oatie, and it didn't matter to him whether Oatie had a prick or
not. Hell, Clyde thought, ‘I got plenty for both of us.' Gip, Waddie
,and Oatie always slept bareass. The first time Clyde
stayed over with them in the loft Oatie tuned his back to the other
boys to take off his Wranglers. Waddie and Gip were watching closely
to see Clyde's reaction.
Clyde, Waddie,
and Gip were standing in the buff when Gip spoke, "C'moan, Oatie, don't
be shy. Clyde's our brother, he ain't gonna' make fun of ya.'"
Oatie was
primed. The three of them set up poor Clyde. "You promise,
Clyde?" Oatie asked over his shoulder.
"You're my
buddy, Oatie. I'd never laugh at you, 'sides you might gimme'
another fat lip," Clyde said and grinned. They all laughed.
Oatie slowly
turned around. There was nothing but silence. Waddie and
Gip watched Clyde's mouth drop open, and his eyes almost pop out of his
head.
"Son of a
bitch!" exclaimed Clyde as Oatie ran to him, hugged, and kissed
him. The three boys rolled in the hay laughing at Clyde. Then he
started laughing. He knew he'd been had. Now he
knew why Oatie didn't get upset with the kidding and just
giggled. Oatie had enough meat for three men. Oatie and
Clyde became great buddies.
* * * * * * *
In the fourth
grade Morgan's beatings were more frequent and worse. He was
determined he was going to 'conquer' Waddie. Because Waddie
refused to admit he lied only made Morgan madder. Each time he
beat Waddie longer and harder. Morgan would beat the boy so bad,
Waddie would have to miss three days or more of school. He
wouldn't leave the hay loft in Dad Dan's new barn. Morgan never
called or came over to check on Waddie. His buddies had to do his
chores, but they were there for him without complaint. Clyde was
beside himself. He sobbed in his dad's arms for his brother, and
told his dad he didn't know how Waddie could survive.
The boys became
Waddie's medical team. They would tell Dr. Dyer about his
condition, and he would give them medications. Waddie still
didn't want anyone to say anything to Morgan, and he wouldn't let Dr.
Dyer look at him. He would talk to him, but he wouldn't let the
doctor examine him. Each time Morgan would shoot his load while
beating Waddie. Waddie would never move even when Morgan hauled
off and hit him as hard as he could. He could see the skin break,
the blood start to flow, but Waddie wouldn't even flinch. Morgan
couldn't understand. A strong stalwart grown man would be writhing in
pain. Waddie would remain motionless until his dad climaxed and started
to
cry. Waddie would ask him if he was finished. Morgan would
just nod.
Waddie would go
to him, take him in his arms, and kiss him. "I love you,
Dad. I ain’t guilty of what chu' been punishing me for. I
ain’t never gonna’ admit guilt to you when I ain’t guilty. You
won’t never make me lie again. There are worse things than your
beatings, and one is being forced to become a liar. When you stop
living your life as a lie, and be truthful with me then you'll be
happy. Until that time, that pond scum you live with will suck
your soul out of yore’ body by destroying the love you and I have for
each other. I forgive you, Dad, but the time is near when I won't
forgive you anymore. Then you won't have a son no more. God
will take me away from you. How many times do I have to ask you,
is it worth believing trash like them what laugh at you behind your
back over the only one in yore' house what loves you?" Waddie asked,
but Morgan wouldn't reply.
Waddie never
felt anything while the beating was going on. He knew Mr. Uriel
was standing by his side with his hand on him. It was only
afterward it began to hurt. He wouldn't even cry in Dad Dan's
arms anymore. He would go to the barn, climb in the hayloft were
he, Gip, Oatie, and Clyde made a nest for themselves. There he
would cry for hours with Gip holding him and Oatie and Clyde with their
hands on him for support. They would stay with him for hours and
bring him food and drink until he could face people. Usually, it
was his uncle who would climb up into the loft, hold him, and cry with
him.
Buck never tried
to force Waddie to talk because he knew the boy had to do this his
way. Buck didn't know why, but he trusted his nephew like no
other. The kid had his reasons, and Buck could only comfort him
while his own heart was breaking. Everyone in town was praying
for the kid. There wasn't a prayer said in that town for almost
five years that didn't include Waddie's name. Morgan began to be
shunned by the town folk. Judy and her kids had to travel to the
next larger town to buy groceries and shop. None of the merchants
would sell to them anymore. They wouldn't sell to Morgan either.
Even Gary Stiles
whom he grew up with wouldn't sell Morgan's wife groceries. Gary
Stiles minced few words with Morgan. "Morgan, there comes a time
in every man's life when he has to stand up for what he believes. I've
seen what you're doing to that beautiful boy, and it's my way of
saying you're wrong. No kid deserves what you're doing to
him. Everyone in town knows Waddie ain't a bad boy. It
ain't Waddie. It's either them folks you call family or it's
you. You're a fool, Morgan, and I'm ashamed I ever called you my
friend. You're no longer a friend of mine. Buy your
groceries elsewhere," Stiles said, turned and walked away. There
was no more arguing with Gary.
When Waddie
wouldn't talk to Buck he agreed to talk to Dad Dan. Sometimes he
couldn't put his real dad through his pain. He knew Buck so well
by that time he could feel Buck’s heart breaking as he was holding
him. Waddie didn't want to put anyone through it, but he would
relent sometimes to his brother's pleading and would agree to talk with
Dad Dan. Dan climbed up into the loft, alone, one afternoon after
one of Morgan's more severe beatings. Waddie was trying to take a
nap, but he was glad to see Dad Dan. He cried when Dan took him
into his arms, but Dan couldn't be strong anymore. The beautiful
child whom he adored enough to accept as his second son, who never lied
to him, never let him down, who loved and gave unconditionally to his
other son, was in pain, and he didn't know what to do unless Waddie let
him.
"Oh, Waddie, why
won't you let me or Buck do something? You don't have to suffer
like this. It's killing your family, and I don't mean Morgan or
them people what live in his house. Your three brothers hurt so
bad for you. Don tells me Clyde is a mess. He comes home
and cries for hours in Don's arms. Lyle says Oatie cries himself
to sleep at night for you and Gip. Gip is ready to kill
Morgan. I give Buck all my guns for the time being. Not
only because of Gip, but when I see you come walking up after being in
'nat barn with him I wanna’ go kill him myself. You're my son,
Waddie. You're as much my boy as you are Morgan’s. You're
my boy as much as Gip is my boy. I don't even think on you
separately no more. I don't just think of Gip. I think of
my boys, Waddie. You and Gip. You and me, Waddie. We
give each other that right. God give us that right. I love
you so Goddamn much, Son, I can't stand by and let this go on. What
kind of a dad would I be, Waddie? Let us put an end to this,
now, today. Dr. Dyer has the papers drawn up waiting for you to
tell the sheriff you want protection. You can live with us or
your uncle. Hell, Waddie, you could walk up to any Goddamn door
in this town, knock, and you'd be home."
Dan broke down
and cried his big heart out with his boy, holding him, kissing him,
whispering to him how very much he loved him. Waddie could let
his soul hang out with his dad, Dan. He told Dan over and over he
was right. He was Waddie's dad, and he accepted him that
way. Waddie thought of himself as his son. There was no
doubt in his mind who his dad was, and who his brother was, but Dad Dan
had to hold off for a while longer. Waddie made Dan promise. "Dad, listen to
me. I shouldn't share this with you, but you know I trust
you. Believe me, Dad, there's only one more beating I have to get
through. I can't tell you more but trust me, Dad, I don't want
you doing anything foolish for my sake. I love you far too much
for that. Promise me, Dad. Please. Only one more, and
it will be over. I don't feel a thing when he's doing it, Dad,
honest. My angel's there with me with his hand on me. He
talks to me, Dad. He told me only one more. You mustn't
tell anyone, not even Momma Sue, Gip, or Uncle Buck. Please, I'm
trusting you. I know I can, Dad. I know you. You
won't let me down, Dad," Waddie said.
"You know I
won't, Son, but it's just so damn hard. Then, you're telling me
there's an end to this madness coming soon?" Dan asked.
"Yes, sir, Dad,
I promise. Mr. Uriel wouldn't lie to me," Waddie replied.
"Thank the Great
Father above us, Son. Blessed be his name. I don't want you
to have to go through even one more, but if it's his will, I'll try to
be strong for you."
"He is blessed,
Dad, and he gave me the finest, most loving dad I could ever hope to
have in you. I love you so much," Waddie said and cried.
Dan didn't know
why he did what he did, but he knew it was right. He kissed
Waddie on the mouth with all the love and passion a dad could express
to his beloved son. Waddie drank in his dad's love like a
sponge. At least Waddie showed his dad a light at the end of a
very, long, dark tunnel and for that, Dan Justin, was grateful.
* * * * * * *
Ed Bloomquist
Waddie made it a
point to be coming or leaving the house to go to the barn when he saw
Mr. Bloomquist pull up in his plumbing truck to spend an afternoon
fucking Judy. 'He must be one a hell of a man,' thought
Waddie. He heard him and Judy in her bedroom and from the sounds
of things he must have fucked her three or four times in about a two
hour period. Waddie always waved to him, smiled friendly, ask how
he was doing, how his boy Johnny was, and went on his way to the barn
to take care of the stock. He didn't like being around when they
were fucking. Not because he felt anything for Judy, but because
the whole situation made him feel uncomfortable. He really liked
Ed Bloomquist and hated to see such a fine looking man wasting his time
with the whore of Babylon, especially when Waddie could be sucking his
dick and enjoying a mouthful of hot man cream instead of drops and
globs from his uncle.
Judy told Ed
Bloomquist Morgan's little bastard child knew about them. "He
threatened me and Willie if he didn't get everything his way, he'd tell
Morgan we been seeing each other."
"I thought he
was your kid, Judy?" Ed asked.
"Oh, hell, no,"
Judy replied, "that little bastard? He's Morgan's boy. Morgan can't
have no kids, he's as sterile as a mule, so he talked me
into putting my name on a phony birth certificate for that little
monster. Morgan done bought him from some nurses at the Methodist
Hospital in Dallas. He was taken away from his real mother at
birth, and our names were put on his birth certificate.”
"Who's his real
parents?" Bloomquist asked.
"We never
knew. They don't tell you when you buy a baby on the black
market. Morgan don't dare do nothing to kick us out, 'cause if I
go to the law and tell 'em what he done he could go to prison. They
might try to charge me with accessory to a crime, but it wouldn't
stick. I refused to be that little bastard's mother from the
first," she spat out like a harpy.
"Yeah, I heard
stories," Ed said sort of disgusted.
"About me
throwing out all his shit?" Judy asked.
"Yeah," Ed
replied.
"Weren't
me. I told Morgan I done it to take the rap, but it was my boy,
Willie, what done it. He hates Waddie and Morgan. Willie's
been framing the little bastard for years, and Dorothy and me, we tell
Morgan we seen him do it. He gets his little ass beat until he
has to admit to Morgan he done it. Morgan's s'damn stupid, he
thinks if he beats a confession out of the kid, he must be
guilty. "Except the last few times, Waddie's refused to say he
lied and Morgan's beat him within and inch of his life. The kid
deserves it. He ain't no damn good," Judy said nastily and Ed
Bloomquist began to wonder.
"I know Waddie
pretty well. He’s a good friend to my boy. He’s been over
to our place lots of times. I ain't never seen nothing bad in the
kid. He's honest, forthright, intelligent, respectful, mannerly,
and concerned. Wish't my kids would read a page from his
book. Do you think if I talked with him or maybe put the fear of
God in him he won't say nothing?" Ed asked.
"S'worth a
try. Now a' days, he don't threaten none too easy. He's got
the ear of that huge bull of a sheriff and he's in tight with our
neighbors. I'll give him one damn thing, he's come to be a
stubborn bull-headed independent little cuss. If I didn't hate
him so much I could almost admire him," Judy said.
Ed Bloomquist
took his boots and overalls off. He never wore anything under his
overalls, no shirt or underwear. He was ready to climb on Judy
and ride. He was hard as a rock. Ed had a problem though,
if he didn't jack off about thirty minutes before he arrived, he no
sooner got it in than he shot his wad. Of course he'd fuck her
three more times, and it would take longer each time so Judy got her
jollies. After they finished, Ed Bloomquist washed himself
throughly and got dressed. He looked out the bedroom window and
could see Waddie feeding stock down in the old barn. "I'm gonna'
walk down there a have a talk with Waddie and see if we can come to an
agreement," Ed said to Judy.
"Suit yourself,"
Judy told Ed Bloomquist as she took his money. He gave her twenty
bucks a visit. That was a lot of money in the early
fifties. Ed Bloomquist walked down to the old barn and walked
in. He saw Waddie sitting on a bail of hay. He couldn't get
over how much he looked like a kid in grade school he secretly loved
and wanted for a close buddy, Buck Claymore. He was always
jealous of Morgan and his relationship with Buck. That's why it
wasn't too hard to fuck Morgan's wife Judy behind his back. He
always felt if Morgan wasn't in the picture, he and Buck would've been
best buds.
Waddie looked
up. "Oh, hi, Mr. Bloomquist," he greeted Ed.
"Hi,
Waddie. What chu' doing, Son?" Ed asked.
"My dad got some
stock. I promised him I'd help take care of 'um, so I come down
here to feed and water to give you and Judy some privacy," Waddie said.
"That's
thoughtful of you, Son. I guess you're old enough to know what's
going on," Ed said.
"Yes, sir,"
Waddie replied.
"Can we talk
about it?" Ed asked.
"Sure, Mr.
Bloomquist. I don't mind."
"Does it bother
you that, I...uh....I'm..."
"Fucking Judy?"
Waddie asked.
"Well, yeah,
Waddie. I jes' didn't wanna' be crude," Ed replied.
"No, sir. H'it
don't bother me none. Other than being ma' dad's wife, she
ain't no relation to me no ways," Waddie said.
"What makes you
think that?" Ed asked surprised thinking the boy might know about his
illegal adoption.
"Really, Mr.
Bloomquist, do you think a real mother would throw out everything her
child owned his first couple of days in the hospital?" Waddie asked.
"I understand,"
Ed replied and looked chagrined for even asking the question. "She told
me Willie done it, and she covered for him," Ed said.
"You talk about
Judy yore' talkin about Wille. When Wille's born she never let
'um cut the cord. What difference does it make?" Waddie
asked shrugging his shoulders while looking at Ed. "She lets him do it,
Mr. Bloomquist," Waddie added with disgust.
"I see your
point. If you don't think she's your ma then do you have any
feelings about it?" Ed asked.
"Sure, Mr.
Bloomquist, I won't lie to you none. The only time I lie is when
my dad used to beat me so bad I’d have to lie to him to get him to
stop. I’d have to lie to him and tell him I done something Willie
done and framed me. Ain’t been doing that for sometime,
though. He ain’t got me to lie and admit I done anything in a
couple of years now. I refuse to lie to him anymore no matter how
hard he beats me. Sometimes, he beats me pretty damn bad," Waddie
said.
"He beats you?"
Ed asked incredulously.
Waddie smiled at
Ed, undid his pants, turned around, and lowered them so he could see
the scars, the bruises, the open sores, and cuts from Morgan's belt on
his lower back and butt.
"Jesus Christ
Almighty! Holy Angels of God!" Ed exclaimed turning around on his
boot heel to avoid looking. Pull yore’ pants up, Son," Ed
said softly. He paused for a moment, turned and opened his arms
to the boy, "Com'mer, Waddie."
Waddie went to
Ed Bloomquist's arms, and he held the boy close. For some reason
Waddie was overwhelmed by the big man's understanding reaction and
started crying. Ed shed a few tears, and kissed Waddie about his
head. Waddie turned his head slightly to meet Mr. Bloomquist's
mouth. They kissed a gentle but understanding kiss. Ed was
letting Waddie take the lead. The boy was gently pleading for more from
him, and he gave it to Waddie in his kiss. He knew he was bonding
with the boy, but he didn't give a shit, it was too wonderful. It
was something he always dreamed about. He had to have it.
'What was it'?' he thought to himself. If nothing more than to
share the moment, to call the boy, 'son,' and really mean it. He
had no idea of Waddie's motive or if he had any. Waddie could
feel Mr. Bloomquist's penis getting hard though his overalls.
"Thank you, Mr.
Bloomquist, I appreciate that. It mean's a lot to me," Waddie
said.
"Jesus. You're
welcome, Son. Call me Ed, Waddie," he said.
"Thank you, Ed."
"Do you want me
to stop seeing her, Waddie?" he asked.
"T'ain't none of
my business, Ed. It's yore' and her business," Waddie replied.
"She told me you
threatened her, and that got me kind of worried."
"I had to,
Ed. Them three damn near killed me a couple of years ago. I
ain't gonna' let that happen again, but stop and think, Ed, I love my
dad. For all the beatings he gimme' for stuff I ain't never done,
I still don't wanna' hurt him none by telling him about Judy's whore'n
around. S'not like you's the only one, ya' know?" Waddie
grinned at the look on Ed's face. "Why'd ju' look so surprised,
Ed? If'n she's sell'n it to you what makes you think she ain't a'
sell'n it to other men?" Ed looked kinda hurt but just shrugged
his shoulder like it wasn't his business.
"How many men,
Waddie?" Ed asked sheepishly.
"A couple. Well,
three really. Two regulars, like you, and another man she
sees from Mule Shoe once a month or so. She's so stupid she don't
think I know about them neither," Waddie said and grinned real
big at Ed.
"And you won't
tell Morgan about them either?" Ed asked.
"Naw, sir. Don't
wanna' give 'em no more grief than what he's already got with
them sum' bitches. Besides as long as I don't tell, they leave me
pretty much alone. I come and go without any worry about them
most of the time," Waddie said.
"You won't tell
Morgan even though he's beating you for things you ain't done?" Ed
asked.
"Naw, sir.
What’s the point? If he ain't gonna' believe me about them lying
to frame me what makes you think he's gonna' believe me if'n I tell him
the truth about Judy's whore'n around? He's jes' gonna' think I's
lying and make'n it all up jes' to get back at 'em. 'Sides, Uncle
Buck told me to believe in what they teach me in church about two
wrongs not making no right," Waddie said.
"Well, can't
says I know much 'bout religion, but it sounds right to me. So,
you're telling me you won't betray my trust either?" Ed Bloomquist
asked quietly knowing his answer was in his question.
"I like you, Ed,
I always have. You always been good to me. You always got a
good word to say to me, and me and yore' boy Johnny is good
buddies. I wouldn't betray your trust. I hope I can count
on you not to betray mine by telling her I won't tell my dad
nothing. As long as she and Willie don't know, I got some
protection against them."
"Damn,
Son. I had no idea they were that bad, or you have to go though
what you do. For what it's worth she admitted to me today she and
her daughter backed Willie when he framed you. Said they lied
ever' time and told Morgan they saw you do it. How do you feel
about the whole thing?" Ed asked.
"I appreciate
you telling me, but it ain't gonna' do me much good. It don't
matter, Ed. I don't want you to stop seeing her. 'Cause as
long as there's a threat to her and Willie, I can at least live without
them ganging up on me. How do I feel about it? I feel bad,"
Waddie admitted.
"For your dad?"
Ed asked.
"Well, yes, sir,
but mostly for you," Waddie said looked him in the eye and grinned.
"You feel bad
for me?" Ed asked surprised.
"Yes, sir.
Y'ain't got no idea what you're dealing with, Ed, but I don't want you
to stop because of what I done told you. What my daddy don't know
won't hurt him none, and you already done fucked her so many times
what's
the difference between a little or a lot? What's done is
done. You're just doing more of what chu' already done. Does ‘zat make
sense to you, Ed?" Waddie asked.
"Hell, yes, it
makes sense to me. Is there anything I can do for you, Son?" Ed
asked.
"Yes, sir,"
Waddie said, looked up at Ed, and grinned.
'Am I reading
this kid right? Could he be sexually interested in me?' thought Ed to
himself. "Anything, Son, don't be afraid to ask. H’it won't
go further'n me and you," Ed assured Waddie.
"I ain't never
sucked a man's dick. I suck my buddy, Gip, all the time but we
can't shoot yet. I love the taste of a man's cream. Me and
Uncle Buck used to jack off together, and some of his would land on me,
and I'd taste it. He got upset at first, but then, every now and
then, he'd let me taste some off his finger. He wouldn't never
let me suck him off. I would never asked him, 'cause I know he
wants it to be my choice later in my life."
"Do you think
you're gonna' be a homosexual, Waddie?" Ed asked gently trying not to
be condescending.
"I don't know,
Ed. I'm just a kid. Dad Dan tells me some folks grow out of
it, some folks don't, and some men learn to enjoy both. How 'bout
you?" Waddie asked with a smile.
Something told
Ed to be totally honest with the boy. He somehow knew Waddie
would know in a minute if he hedged, tired to bullshit him, or told him
a lie.
"Can't gainsay
that, Son. You listen to Dan Justin. If'n he's giving you
advice like 'at he's better'n your average man. A lot of men may
not agree with him, but I damn shore’ do. Tell ya' my experience,
Son. A woman don't know how to suck a man's penis. Only a
man knows how to suck another man's cock. Dan's right, I'd rather
get my prick sucked by a man than fuck a woman any day; however, a gay
man can't gimme' kids, and I wanted a family. I still play with a
man on the side now and again. I let some man suck me off once't in
a while when I can find one will’n. I drive over to Cypress Creek
every other month or so and knock on the back door of their church
organist. I take him a bottle of Jack Daniels. He's always
glad to see me and gives a pretty good blow job. I even swapped
blow jobs to get my dick sucked. It ain't so bad. I don't
mind the taste of come myself. I can understand you like’n it,
but I got me a feeling there's more to it than that,” Ed said and
grinned.
"You’re sharp,
Ed. ou’re right, there is more to it than that. I wanna’
to learn how to suck a man off, get really good at it, so's I can suck
my dad off," Waddie said.
"After beating
you like he done, you love him enough you wanna' suck him off?" Ed
asked incredulously.
"That's half of
why he beats me, Ed. He's become sexually addicted to beat'n ma'
butt. Hell, he don't really need much of an excuse no more. He shoots
his load while he’s beat’n me. He comes in his
Wranglers. Better I suck him off and have half an ass left to
live with," Waddie said with some anger and a lot of frustration.
"Holy mother of
God!" Ed Bloomquist exclaimed, "You're telling me Morgan shoots his
load when he beats you? Son, that man's sick!" Ed exclaimed
again.
"Do you think
you should be judging, Ed?" Waddie asked and grinned real big.
"Okay, good
point. You're absolutely right, Waddie. I ain't got a bit
a' room to go ‘round judge'n nobody. How old ju' say you was?" Ed
asked and chuckled. "I shouldn't be casting stones at Morgan when I'm
just as guilty as he is. But, gimme’ a break here, Waddie. I admit it.
I ain't no saint. What I be doing is bad. Fuck’n another man’s wife is
jes' plumb wrong, Son. There ain't
no two ways about it. I know'd it ain’t right, but what Morgan’s
doing to you is a hell of a lot worse. I can understand why you
might wanna’ learn how to suck a man’s dick, but are you sure you want
me to teach you?” Ed asked.
"I couldn't be
more sure. I'm dead serious, Ed," Waddie replied.
"Why me? Ed
asked quietly.
"You're a good
looking man I find very attractive. I couldn't take my eyes off'n
you at my uncle's bachelor party. Of all them naked men there,
you got the best looking dick of all of 'um. It weren't the
biggest, but it sure is the prettiest. The pick of the litter. It made
my mouth water
thinking how good it might taste in my mouth with me just a' sucking on
it. 'Sides that, you're a good hearted man, and you'd never do
nothing to hurt me. You'd let me take my time to learn and
wouldn't force me," Waddie said.
"You're, what --
ten, almost eleven years old? I could get arrested for child
molestation," Ed said.
"C'moan, Ed, did
you come out here to molest me?" Waddie asked.
"No. No
way. I'll admit I find you so attractive you make my dick drip,
but I'd never force myself on you, Waddie, for no other reason than I'm
really fond of you. I don't mean to scare you none, but ever'
time I seen you of late my old dick gets hard wondering what it would
feel like to have you suck on it. I admire you and think you're a
great kid. My kids ain't afraid to go to school no more because
of you and Gip. My kid talks about the two of you like you’s some
Goddamn super-heros. You and Gip saved his ass more'n a couple of
times from gettin' the shit beat out of him. You don't forget
things like that, Son, and you don't do something like that to somebody
you care about. I figure I owe you too much for that," Ed said.
"That's my
point, Ed. Besides, I'm the one what's doing the molesting here,
and I'd never deny it no matter what might happen. Why, if'n I’s
big enough, I'd wrestle you to the ground, rip your damn overalls off,
hold ju' down and suck yore’ cream right out a' you with you just a
yell'n and a' holler'n,'" Waddie said, smiled, and winked at Ed. Ed
laughed, he knew Waddie was kidding but his dick suddenly got
roaring hard. Waddie continued, "I don't want it all over
town Waddie's a cocksucker. I have to trust you not to say
nothing. I know you won't. Consider the payoff for bowfus, Ed. You
train me to suck you off the way you like it, you get
free blow jobs when you want 'um. I get to drink your cream, and
if'n I'm real lucky I might even get another kiss from you like the one
you just gimme,'" Waddie winked and giggled.
"Damn, you drive
a hard bargain, Son," Ed said and smiled real big. "You're right about
being gentle with ya.' I ain't out to hurt no one to get my rocks
off, and the second part of your hard bargain sounds too damn good to
pass up. Besides that, I happen to feel the same damn way about
chu.' I was in love with a kid all through school you could be a
double for. That's yore’ Godfather, Buck Claymore, but he was in
love with your daddy. Buck didn't know I was alive. Another thing, I
think I know determination when I see it, and if I don't agree to teach
you or let you practice on me, you're gonna' find another man what
will. He might not be as understanding or gentle as me, and I know
for damn sure he wouldn't enjoy it more'n me. We gotta' trust
each other equally or we both have a lot to lose. I know damn
well I can trust you, and you wouldn't ask me if you didn't think you
could trust me," Ed said.
"You're right,
Ed. If it 'ud ease your mind any, the man you always wanted for a
buddy, my Godfather, Buck Claymore, sheriff of our county, knows I'm
gonna' ask you. I done told him I was jealous of Judy, 'cause I
thought you was a hot man, and I wanted to suck you off. He done
told me you jes' might go for it 'cause you liked to get your dick
sucked better'n fucking. 'At's why I weren't afraid to ask
you. He done told me I couldn't wish for a more gentle man to
teach me than old Bloomers," Waddie said.
Ed didn't know
whether to shit in his pants or tap dance. Instead he settled for
a few tears. "I know he said that, 'cause that was Buck's
nickname for me when we was playing football together. He really
said that, Son?" Waddie shook his head 'yes.' "Well, I'll be
damned. I never thought old Buck gave me a second thought."
"Not so,
Ed. He admires you, but he don't judge you none. He's the
one what told me to tell you to keep fucking Judy so's I got me some
leverage against her and Willie. Don't go get'n scared or nothing
like ‘at. He ain't condemning you none. He wants you to
keep on fucking her for me."
"What am I
gonna' tell Judy?" Ed asked.
"Y'ain't gotta'
tell that bitch nothing. Tell you what, Ed, you gimme' a quarter
for every blow job I give ya' and tell her you're paying me off; or,
tell 'er you come down here to teach me some rope tying since you was
in the Navy. No, no, I got me a better idea. Tell 'er
you're coming down here to put the fear-of-God in me and 'at's what
we'll name your dick," Waddie said and grinned.
"The fear of
God?" Ed laughed.
"Yeah, that way,
you won't be lying," Waddie said with a wink and a big grin. Ed
threw back his head and laughed.
"That's pretty
damn clever, Waddie. How old ju' say you was?" Ed just howled
with laughter. "I like the idea of giving you a quarter,
pardner. That'ud help you out and me, too. What da’ ya'
say?" Ed asked.
"Sounds good to
me," Waddie replied. The two men shook on it.
"What if I come
down here first? I'll tell her I'm giving you a little so-dee and
candy money to keep good relations. It would really help me
out. Hell, it'd be more'n worth it to me. I come too quick
the first time. If you took my first load for me, then I can go up
there a fuck her as long as I want to before I come again."
"Can I have a
little taste this afternoon?" Waddie asked as he smiled and looked Ed
in the eye.
"I was afraid
you weren't gonna' ask. That kiss you gimme' a minute ago made me
want you bad, Son. I gotta' be careful 'cause I got a feeling in
the bottom of my heart I could fall in love with you real easy."
"What's wrong
with that, Ed? I wouldn't think of asking a man to teach me to
suck his dick if'n I didn't think I could love him."
"Com'mer, boy,"
Ed growled with affection. Waddie moved into Ed's big arms, and
they kissed again. This time Ed was letting Waddie know his need
and was pouring his love into him, knowing he was going to receive more
in return. They gently broke off the kiss and looked into each
other's eyes. "You want me to take it out for you or do you
wanna' do it?" Ed asked.
"I'd be proud to
do it for you, sir. It ‘ud be an honor," Waddie replied.
"Damn,
Son. You want me to come before you get it out?" Ed asked and
laughed.
Waddie hit his
knees and unbuttoned Ed's overalls. He put his nose into Ed's
crotch and pull the cloth up around his face so he could smell Ed's
strong, healthy, masculine odors. "That's so damn hot, Waddie --
you want'n to get a good smell of me. Shit, that turns me
on," Ed groaned.
Waddie inserted
his hand behind Ed's balls and gently pulled out his pride, balls and
all. Ed's penis was a solid eight and a half incher. It was
a good, full size man cock. The head of his dick didn't poke out
from beneath his considerable foreskin even though he was
semi-erect. Waddie could see the clearly defined egg shaped head
of Ed's dick. He loved the large veins that ran the length of
Ed's penis. All in all, he'd have to say Ed's cock was one of the
finest he'd seen, and it made his mouth water just looking at it. Ed's
cock looked like it was just made for sucking. There was a
pointed flap of skin at the bottom that was dripping male fluids.
Waddie couldn't wait to get his tongue up and under the beautiful
foreskin and taste Ed's hidden treasure underneath. Waddie
immediately bent over and smelled big Ed's balls. "Damn, Ed.
You smell so good. Can I lick yore’ balls?" Waddie asked.
"I'd love for
you to lick my balls, Son," Ed replied.
Waddie started
in and Ed relaxed on the bale of hay he was sitting on. He leaned
against the barn wall and closed his eyes to the ecstasy of the boy's
tongue on his balls and ball sack. Waddie was doing a hell of a
job for a beginner, and if he kept going the way he was, he was going
to have his prize quicker than Ed originally thought. Waddie
stopped for a minute. "Lemme' know, Ed, if I do some’um what
don't feel good or some’um what really does feel good so's I can learn."
"I will,
Son. I was just laying back enjoying the feeling. You're
doing fine. It feels so good. I love to have my balls
sucked on. Some’um I like is a man what can get both in his mouth
at the same time and suck on 'um. Damn that's hot. Your
mouth may not be big enough yet to take both, but it still feels
wonderful to have 'um sucked on one at a time."
Waddie
immediately sucked one into his mouth and tasted its goodness as he
chased it around with his tongue. He could sense big Ed loved
that. Waddie sucked on the other one and finished. He moved
up for the main course. He lapped pre-come from the flap of skin
hanging down from Ed's foreskin. It was almost sweet and he loved
it. Waddie gently wrapped his hand around the base of Ed's dick
and held it firmly. He took his tongue and inserted it in the
mystery of Ed's foreskin. There he found the head of Ed's
beautiful cock and ran his tongue around and around as he moved it in
deeper. He felt the back and could taste Ed's flavor as he
cleaned him good. Then he started trying to take Ed down his
throat and gagged.
"H'it's all
right, Son. Don't chu’ worry, none, about that. It feels
good. If you pull my foreskin back a little, the pre-come will
lube yore’ throat and make it go down easier. Gagging is a
natural reflex, but you can control it. I don't expect you to
learn everything today. Take your time, take it slow, and
experiment. It all feels good to me, no matter what chu’
do. We ain't in no hurry, here."
Waddie pulled
back Ed's foreskin until the head was about to pop out. It was
glistening with pre-come and Waddie tried taking it again slower. It
was easier as the pre-come lubricated his throat. He could
take Ed almost to his hand he wrapped around the base of Ed's
dick. Ed had the kind of dick that never got roaring hard. It always
remained flexible. It got considerably bigger erect,
but never got rock hard. That didn't mean Ed couldn't pump out as
much man cream as any man and a hell of a lot more than most. His
was a good penis for Waddie to learn on because it was always
flexible. Waddie was still gagging but not as much when he
released his hand from around the base of Ed's shaft. He wanted
to see if he could take more and he tried, only to gag more. Ed
lovingly rubbed his head and gently encouraged him. "You're doing
fine, boy, damn fine for your first time. You ain't gonna' have
no problem getting yore'self a big ol' taste this afternoon. That's
feeling pretty damn good, boy. Damn, Waddie, if you feel
this good now, how you gonna' feel when you got some practice under
your belt?" he asked.
Waddie slowly
eased the foreskin back on Ed's dick and was sucking the exposed head
in his mouth and throat. Ed suddenly gasp, gulped in air, put his
hand gently to the back of Waddie's head, and spoke softly.
"You've got me, cowboy. You're gonna' get it. Feel it
swelling, Son? Here it comes, boy. Aaahhh.
Ooohhh. Yeah. Chow down on my dick, Son. Take
me. Got chore’self a big load there. Suck it down, cowboy,
drink it all, you earned it. ‘At's a good boy. Is that
you're first, full taste of a man’s come, Son?"
Waddie nodded as
he cleaned and continued to hold Ed's dick in his mouth. He held
Ed's penis in his mouth for sometime afterward enjoying all the good
strong masculine flavors of Ed's body. He cleaned Ed for the last
time and gently kissed the head peaking out. Waddie kissed
each one of the big man's balls and carefully returned Ed’s tackle
inside
his overalls. Waddie buttoned them up for him and smiled at
Ed. "You tasted as good as I thought you would, Ed. Thanks
for let'n me taste yore' cream, I appreciate it."
"Com'mer,
boy," Ed gently commanded. Waddie moved into his
arms. Ed lay him back in his big arms and kissed Waddie with the
kiss of a lover. Ed ran his tongue around in Waddie's mouth
gathering the flavors of his own fresh come. The boy did well for
his first time. Ed wanted him to know.
"Does that tell
you anything?" Ed asked.
"It tells me you
feel the same way I do, Ed, and I couldn't be happier about it. I'm
looking forward to us being buddies," Waddie replied.
"What about you
getting off?" Ed asked.
"H'it weren't
part of our deal. I only wanna’ get chu’ off. I got me lots
of time later to think about sucking you off and jacking off. My
prize is drink’n yore’ come. It's damn good, Ed. You're
worth it," Waddie replied.
Ed stole a kiss
from him. "Well, here, Son, lemme’ give ya' a little something
for the blow job."
"Not this time,
Ed. This one was between us. It weren't in the deal
neither. I asked and you offered."
Ed had tears in
his eyes. "I don't know were this is gonna' go, Waddie, but you
know you already done stole my heart."
"I'll keep it
safe, if you promise to keep the huge chunk of mine you just stole safe
with you."
Ed threw back
his head and laughed. "Let's seal this deal with another kiss,
pod’na,’" Ed said.
The two men
kissed a gentle but passionate kiss that bespoke their bonding to each
other. They knew they shared more than just a blow job. They genuinely
cared for each other and knew it would last a long
time. Judy didn't suspect a thing. Ed was a good ol'
country boy and could sling bullshit with the best of them. It
came in handy sometimes dealing with folks like Judy. He
continued fucking her, but he got less interested in her the better
Waddie got at his blow jobs. It got so bad he'd stay down in the
barn with Waddie and let him suck him off two or three times before he
went up to be with Judy. Then, he'd throw one huge fuck in her,
pay her, clean up and go home.
She never asked
about the time he spent with Waddie. As long as she got her
money, she didn't care. She just assumed he was keeping the lid
on things. Ed's bullshit convinced her. He tried to give
Waddie more money, not because he was trying to make him a whore, but
because he fell in love with the boy. Ed just damn well wanted
Waddie to have it. Waddie wanted to stick to their original
agreement, but every now and then, Ed would slip a ten or a twenty in
Waddie's pocket when he wasn't looking. Waddie knew where it came
from and would thank him later. After about six months Waddie was
so good at pushing Ed's buttons, he could make him come faster than
Judy could. Waddie was more than a little proud of that fact.
Ed wanted to
stop fucking Judy and arrange to see Waddie. Why shouldn't the
kid be getting the money instead of that worthless bitch? Besides
he enjoyed the time he spent with the boy a hell of a lot more than the
time he spent with her. Ed learned a lot more about what was
going on and couldn't believe the hatred those three had for
Waddie. Why? They couldn't tell Ed anything Waddie did that
was so awful to make them hate him so much. Waddie wouldn't let
him quit fucking Judy. He told Ed that was their agreement, and
he expected him to live up to it. Ed agreed it was their
agreement, he understood. Waddie had reason to fear those three
and Ed told him so.
He cared for
Waddie so much and wanted to share what time he could with him, Ed
agreed to keep on fucking her. Waddie kept sucking Ed off every
chance he got during that year, and he was getting damn good. Even his
brother commented on his performance as a lover. When
summer came Waddie was involved more with Buck, Dan, Gip, Oatie, and
Clyde. He still managed to slip away to feed Morgan's stock, and
told the boys he'd be right back. He didn't fool Buck for a
minute. Buck knew why he wanted to go by himself and covered for
Waddie when the other boys insisted on going with him. Buck knew
the minute Waddie saw Ed's plumbing truck turn into Morgan's place he
was going to go feed Morgan's stock and Buck's ponies.
"Now don't go
git’n upset guys." Buck would tell Waddie's brothers, "Morgan insists
Waddie do this by himself for the allowance he's paying him. He
likes it done a certain way and Waddie knows what he wants. Don't
feel bad. Waddie's just doing what his dad told him." It
was the truth but Morgan didn't give a damn if the other boys helped
him. Buck figured rightly, Waddie was sucking off Ed
Bloomquist. Buck didn't like the idea at first, but then figured
as much as Ed liked his dick sucked it would only insure Ed kept
fucking Judy to get Waddie to suck him off.
In a way
Buck was proud of Waddie for understanding the pressure he could exert
on another with nothing more than kindness. Buck knew Waddie told
Ed he wouldn't tell Morgan, but Judy and Willie didn't know that.
Waddie came back and Buck leaned over to whisper to him. "Wipe
Ed's come off your right ear, Son, afore anyone notices." Buck winked
at his Godson. Waddie hugged his uncle and kissed him on the
mouth. Buck could taste Ed's come on the boy's breath. "Yep, 'at's old
Bloomers flavor, all right," he said quietly. Buck and Waddie laughed
together, but no one else knew.
Ed understood
Waddie's schedule would be sporadic during the summer. He almost
went nuts the two weeks he and the other three boys went to Alpine to
play cowboys. When Waddie got back and met Ed for the first time,
Ed wouldn't let him go. He stayed quite a while with Waddie and
asked Waddie to meet him in his old barn across the creek from Dan's
property around seven o'clock that evening. Waddie agreed. Waddie
stayed in his room at Morgan's and went down the trellis to meet
Ed in his old barn. Ed stored hay in the barn, and he had a nest
made up in the loft. His wife and kids were gone for the weekend
to her mother’s and he was alone. No one would bother them. Ed had
blankets, sodas for Waddie, beer for him, a jug of water and
some cups. It was the first time Waddie ever lay down with a man
for sex. It was exciting but nothing to fear with Ed. That's the way
Waddie came to think of him, someone he could trust with
anything.
Ed loved Waddie
like his own son and wouldn't have hurt him for all the gold in Ft.
Knox. With Ed it wasn't like going with someone just for
sex. They were buddies. They laughed and talked, made a
little love, stole kisses from each other, then if they felt like it,
they shared sex. Ed always allowed Waddie to take the lead. He never
forced the boy to do anything. Waddie was always more
than willing to please Ed and took great pride in pleasuring his big
buddy. It
was a magic
summer night, full moon, with four mockingbirds singing their favorite
quartet from some obscure sixteenth century opera. It was the
first time Waddie had anyone make real love to him other than his
brother, but that was different. Ed was a mature man, and
Waddie's little brother was a kid like him. Waddie couldn't have
wished for a more gentle and understanding lover. That night Ed
was not one sided. He wanted to suck Waddie as well and brought
Waddie to a dry climax every time he shot. He held the boy in his
big arms and made the sweetest love to him. He poured his love
into Waddie and Waddie drank deeply of Ed's love as if it were a
communion wine. As he held Waddie close, Waddie's face was next
to Ed's and he could feel his rough, two days growth of beard against
his cheek and loved it.
He whispered
into Ed's ear, "Fuck me, Ed."
"I'd like
nothing better, cowboy, but do you think you're ready? You know
my size."
"C'ain't never
tell, until we try."
"Are you sure,
Waddie? I don't have to have that, Son. You gimme' the best
blow jobs I ever done had, and I'm perfectly satisfied. Later,
when you're a little older, if’n you wanna' try, I’ll be hurt if you
don't let old buddy pop yore’ cherry."
"I just been
thinking how good it might feel to have you inside me. You been
so gentle teaching me to suck your dick, I know you'd be gentle with me
my first time. I cleaned myself hoping I might talk you into it."
"You did that
for me? Damn, Waddie, that's awful sweet, but I ain't a' gonna'
do it, Son. I'll make you a deal. The week after you
graduate the tenth grade in high school, I'll make damn sure we get
alone somewhere. I'd be pleased and honored to take your cherry,
but don't ask me now. You’s jes’ too damn young. Besides, I
want you to be able to shoot when I'm fucking you, and I might even
enjoy feeling you come inside of me. I'll have to admit the more
I fall in love with you the more I fantasize about doing everything
with you. Can you understand, Son?" Ed kissed Waddie behind the
ear.
"Sure, Ed. I had
a feeling you wouldn't, 'cause I know 'at's the kind of man you
are. I love and respect you for that, Ed, and my feelings ain't
hurt none. I just want you to know until then I'll be having my
brother shove cucumbers up my butt to open me up for you. I'll
save it for you, Ed."
"Damn, Waddie,
you can say the damnedest shit. You feel my old warrior waking up
down there because of the shit you're talking?"
"Let me have you
this time, Ed... just you. Lie back and let chore’ buddy do you
some good."
Ed pulled Waddie
to him and kissed him hard. Waddie moved down to smell Ed good
for the fourth time. "Damn, Ed. You really smell good
tonight."
"Did like you
asked me, boy. Ain't cleaned up in two days. I can smell
myself, and I have to agree, it sure makes for stronger sex between
us. I like being a little dirty for you. I know how much
you like it. Have to admit, it really turns me on you liking to
smell my body that much. My warrior gets harder for you than it
ever has for Morgan's old lady," Ed confided.
Waddie sucked Ed
off good and had Ed moaning at climax. He again made love to
Waddie and could taste his own fresh come in his mouth. It was
hot. They were both tired and finally drifted off to sleep with
Waddie being held in Ed's big arms. He wasn't holding Waddie like
his possession. He held onto Waddie like he wanted to protect the
boy from the hurts of the world. He wanted his love to surround
the young man and help him through his trials. Waddie moved under
the blanket to smell Ed's strong, healthy, masculine odor. He got
to Ed's crotch, gently took Ed's penis into his mouth and slowly worked
it to the back of his throat.
He felt Ed reach
down with his big hand and gently lock him onto his penis like it was
something they shared with each other for years. He could feel
the boy's breathing change and knew Waddie drifted off to sleep. It's
something the two of them talked about and discussed; sleeping one
night with Ed's dick down Waddie's throat. It felt natural to
them. There wasn't anything perverted about it. Waddie
loved Ed and Ed loved Waddie. Waddie knew he needed Ed and Ed
knew he sure as hell needed Waddie. That need had nothing to do
with sex. It had to do with a bonding that flows easily between
some grown men and younger men. One needs to mentor, nurture, and
the other needs to learn and suckle. Sex was just the icing on
the cake.
Ed found himself
becoming fiercely protective of Waddie. Later in the night, Ed
reached down, pulled Waddie up into his arms again, and slept the rest
of the night holding on to his little buddy. He came to love
Waddie as much as his own son. He found no flaw in the boy, no
selfishness, no meanness, no self-centeredness. Waddie was
loving, giving, and he cared about Ed. Other than their original
agreement for Ed to keep fucking Judy, Waddie gave his all to the big
plumber for no consideration other than a gentlemen's agreement.
Waddie's love for Ed was
genuine. He didn't expect anything in return or require anything
from Ed for his love. That's why it was easy for Ed to give to
Waddie. If he could help the kid, he would. His love for
Waddie wasn't the passionate love of a sex crazed lover. He loved
Waddie like he was his younger brother, his little buddy, he would
protect against the very gates of hell. Waddie sailed his barque
of dreams through peaceful waters and found safe harbor within Ed
Bloomquist's protective arms.
End Of Chapter
10 ~ Cabbage Patch Cowboy
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