HARLEY
&
MUTT
By Waddie Greywolf
Chapter 5
The three men
left Chapel Creek and headed back to Tucson to Dan Yates' ranch.
Waddie promised Dan he would try to be there for the fourth of July
rodeo in Prescott. It was a good, long, hard ride. Mutt
kept his thoughts to himself. He felt awful about leaving his
dad. He forgot how much he loved his old man until he saw him
standing there. Mutt felt like his legs and soul turned into used
jello. When a man is traumatized as bad as Mutt they tend to put
memories of those they love in a separate compartment in their mind and
label them as past loves, especially if they never expect to see them
again. They remain there like old love letters, filled with hope,
joy, and love that was promised but somehow never fulfilled, tied up in
pretty ribbons stored in a dusty old trunk in the attic of their
subconscious.
The ride was
good for the men. Mutt felt closer to his brother Waddie and his
big friend Beryl when they were on their bikes. There’s a sense
of camaraderie that comes over a man when he’s on the road with his
buddies. Once on the road it’s an unspoken rule you don’t talk
about problems or bad things. You concentrate on where you're
going, what you're going to see ahead and leave the memories of the
past like the miles of endless road that stretched out behind
you. Mutt enjoyed seeing his dad, and his family in Chapel Creek,
but as much as he loved them, he knew in his gut he had a
calling. Something he had to do, somewhere he had to go and
someplace he had to be.
Where? He
had no idea, but he knew he had to keep moving. He wasn’t so
confused as before. He made several good friends and felt the
strength of his family’s love sustaining him. He felt confident
he would find his way no matter how rough the path might become.
Beryl called before they left Chapel Creek to let Dan Yates know they
were on their way to his place. Beryl also call Ben and Harry to
let them know they found Mutt and everything seemed to be okay.
They would be at Dan’s over the fourth of July holiday. Tim, the
son of Dan Yates' housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Russell, was going to be
home so Ben said he and Harry might see them at Dan’s.
* * * * * * *
Mrs. Russell was
in her element. She enjoyed cooking for the men who recently came
into her and Dan’s world. They rescued her only son from having
to go to Nam and he was now in college. Tim and the prince bonded
and they were very much in love. Tim hoped to become Ben’s slave
consort and was enrolled in USC studying Middle Eastern culture and
history. He was also learning to speak Arabic fluently.
Mrs. Russell couldn’t have approved more. She loved Ben, and he
treated her like an honored mother and friend. Mrs. Russell had a
feast ready for the men when they returned to the ranch.
Dan was happy to
have them visit and especially to meet Waddie’s brother Cassidy
Crenshaw. He heard a lot about Cass from other sources and knew
of his roping abilities, but like everyone else, Dan thought he was
killed in Nam. He was happy to have Mutt at his ranch, but after
he saw Waddie and his brother rope together he was even more
thrilled. The Prescott fourth of July rodeo was less than a week
and a half away, and Dan begged Beryl, Waddie, and Mutt to stay and
enter the rodeo with him. They gladly agreed as it seemed like
half their biker brothers were coming to be with Dan and help on the
ranch for a bit. Around any ranch there are projects that need to
be taken care of, and it helps to have extra hands to get stuff
done. Waddie and Mutt were seasoned cowboys and helped Dan a
lot. Big Beryl wasn’t a novice to a saddle. He knew his way
around horses and made a good accounting of himself as a handy buckaroo.
Dan took Mutt
under his wing like a father. He became quite fond of the young
man and thoroughly enjoyed roping with him; so much so, he invited Mutt
to rope with him at the Prescott rodeo as well as Waddie. He
insisted Waddie and Mutt rope together, too. During the time they
were waiting for the rodeo, many of Big Beryl’s family arrived at the
ranch. Big Jim, Master Jeb, Bull, Charlie, and Master
Zack. Master Sam, Master Earl, Wes, and Tim drove to Tucson
in Master Sam’s cab-over camper. They carried everyone’s Western
clothes. It’s a little difficult to carry cowboy hats on a Harley
and everyone was in a rodeo mood. Ben, Harry, Cal, and Steve
joined them from Las Vegas. There were several other
bikers who joined them as well. Dan always had an open door
policy at the ranch.
They set out the
day before to travel to Prescott. Dan drove his motor home and
towed his four horse trailer behind. A number of the family left
their bikes in Dan’s barn and rode with him. Waddie and Mutt
drove Dan’s other truck pulling a two horse trailer behind. Dan
wanted to make sure they had plenty of roping ponies for anyone who
wanted to enter the rodeo. It was a good trip, but the weather
got a little cooler in the higher elevation. Prescott is a small,
clean, pretty little Western town fiercely proud of its Western
heritage; and, well it should be, for over a century it's put on one of
the biggest, balls out, fourth of July rodeos that’s fun for all.
It became one of the ‘must do’ rodeos for any serious cowboy on the
rodeo circuit. Prescott takes rodeoing seriously, but before you
go there, for Christ sake, learn to pronounce the name of their fair
town, or they’ll throw your ass in jail.
The men got to
the rodeo and were dressed in their cowboy clothes. The few who
chose to ride their bikes parked along side Dan’s motor coach and used
the coach to change. If you dressed Western you were accepted by
the rodeo crowd. Dan knew a lot of folks and so did Waddie and
Mutt, but they didn’t recognize Mutt at first. After Waddie and
Mutt’s first practice session in the arena they knew immediately who he
was. There was talk around the rodeo about the two young men,
brothers, who recently returned from Nam and were competing in the
rodeo. Somehow, the word got around to the announcers of the
rodeo. They liked to have the scoop about anyone participating in
any event. When the time came for Waddie and Mutt to rope the
announcer didn’t hold back. “Our next team is a team of brothers;
both, recently returned from Vietnam.”
There was some
applause, but there was a lot of booing from the audience. The
other cowboys looked at Waddie and Mutt and saw them hang their
heads. The announcer went on. “They both were shot up
pretty bad, folks, but they’re here with us today representing the
‘Broken Arrow’ ranch South of Tucson. Waddie and his younger
brother Cassidy Crenshaw. They are currently working hands on the
Broken Arrow Ranch. Dan Yates is the owner and will be team
roping with both these men. Now— will the real Americans in the
stands please give these two young men the hand they deserve. The
cowboys stood and cheered and wouldn’t stop until the rest of the
people in the stands were doing the same. It brought a tear to
Mutt and Waddie’s eyes.
The two cowboys
got into position behind the stocks and the crowd grew silent.
Waddie looked over to his brother, winked, and turned back to give his
full attention to the job at hand. You could feel the tension in
the air as the steer was set loose and the barrier rope dropped.
Waddie’s pony leaped out of the stocks and Mutt was right beside
him. Waddie had the steer roped and turned in seconds and saw
Mutt throw and make his catch perfectly. It was a textbook run
and they knew the time would be good. “And, that, ladies and
gentlemen, is how two fine cowboys rope a steer! Never seen it
done no better nowheres! Congratulations, to Waddie and Cassidy
Crenshaw. Let’s hear if for these cowboy, folks,” the announcer
said.
There was
applause from the audience and other cowboys, but then another hush
came across the crowd as the announcer announced their winning
time. Then, the entire audience stood for the two cowboys.
Waddie and Mutt tipped their hats to the crowd, gathered their ropes
and left the arena. The other cowboys were all over them and
their biker family was ready to celebrate. Waddie and Mutt won
the top prize money for the rodeo. Dan and Mutt came in second
and Dan and Waddie scored third. Dan Yates couldn’t have been
happier or more proud of the men. Their biker family was thrilled.
Everyone wanted
to head to the main saloon in town on the square where the cowboys
gathered after the rodeo to unwind, toss back a few, and listen to some
good country music. Everyone was having a great time and all the
winning cowboys were sitting at Dan, Waddie, and Mutt’s table along
with the rest of the family. Mutt hadn’t felt so comfortable with
a group of men in a long time. The cowboys never asked him
questions about his face. If he was a cowboy, especially as good
as he and his brother proved to be, there was no need for
questions. He was a brother. He was just another
cowboy. That’s all they needed to know to accept him as one of
their own.
As the evening
went on there was a group of about six bikers who pulled up out front
and walked into the crowded bar. Several of the men recognized
the leader as Spider and his cohorts. The bar was pretty full of
people, rodeo cowboys, town folks, and tourist looking to get a glimpse
of cowboy life. Camera flashes were going off everywhere during
the evening. Spider and his crew found a couple of empty tables,
pulled them together and set down. The waitress came over and
took their order. She brought their drinks. She had one
extra. Spider pointed out Mutt to her and sent her over with the
drink from him.
The waitress
placed the drink in front of Mutt and motioned to the men at the table
that sent it to him. Mutt’s back was to them. He turned and
saw Spider. He half-heartedly waved, held up the drink as if to
thank Spider for it and turned back around. His heart was beating
like a drum. Why, he thought? Why did Spider send him a
drink? Spider told him he wanted nothing more to do with him, and
he wouldn’t approach Spider if his life depended on it. Big Beryl
leaned over the table to speak to Mutt. Waddie had his arm around
his brother and one around Dan Yates.
Waddie and Dan
overheard what Beryl said to Mutt, “I guess you don’t look so bad to
old Spider after all, Son, now he knows you’re a prize winning rodeo
cowboy. You be careful, Son. You may find him the sexiest
man alive, but he’s bad news. Take an old man’s advice and be
very careful.” Beryl could see his words were falling on deaf
ears. He could see Mutt wanted Spider in the worst way, but the
boy was reserved about it.
“I will, Master
Beryl. I appreciate your honesty. He already done show'd me
how mean-spirited he can be,” Mutt replied.
“Yeah, little
brother, I seen him and his crew in action a couple of time. I
even mixed it up with him defending some guys I was with a couple of
times. He’s not to be fucked with. He’s a menace,” Waddie
added.
As the evening
wore on, Dan and his group decided to return to the motor coach behind
the rodeo grounds to stay the night and then be off the following
morning. Mutt didn’t want to be rude by ignoring Spider’s drink
and walked by his table on the way out.
“Thanks for the
drink, Mr. Spider,” Mutt said quietly.
Spider stood,
grabbed Mutt and looked at him. “There’s more to you than I
thought, boy. I come here to watch the rodeo and watched you win
the whole damn thing. I's raised around cowboys. Done a
little ma'self and I know fine roping when I see it. Never seen
me none better. I’m sorry for them awful things I said about you,
boy. I had no idea you were wounded in Nam. I spent four
years crawling around in them stink’n jungles and rice patties. I
know how tough it was,” Spider said weaving his web.
“That’s all
right, Mr. Spider, you didn’t know. It was a long time
ago. It don’t matter none now,” Mutt replied.
“I see you kept
the name, ‘Mutt.’ Why’d ju do that?" Spider asked.
“A couple of
reasons, sir. I used to follow my two older cowboy brothers
around a lot; my brother, Waddie, I roped with today, and my other
brother Gip Justin who was killed in Nam. They done taught me all
I know about rope'n and rodeoing. I used to follow them two men
around like I's a lost puppy dog hungry for a meal. They used to
call me their little 'mutt.' The time you called me 'Mutt' it
brought up their memory and the love I had for them. I guess
until folks get to know me, with ma' face messed up the way it is, I do
look like a mutt. I got to think’n on it and decided it fit me
pretty well. I am who I am, Mr. Spider, but I ain't ashamed to be
a mutt no more,” Cass replied.
“Good for you,
boy. Most bikers got they-selves nickname anyhow. I got the
name 'Spider' in a similar way. All I know is you done damn good
in the rodeo today. That weren’t no mutt I watched toss a
rope. I’ll see you around again, sometime soon,” Spider said,
"and I promise, if'n I call you Mutt it will because it's what you
want."
They shook hands
and Mutt replied, "That'll be fine, sir." Mutt let Spider’s hand
drop, nodded his head, and moved off to join his group. Spider
set down and the men around his table were noticeably quiet. One
of his crew, the youngest man, Howdy, turned to him and grinned.
Spider shot him a mind-your-own-gotdamn-business look then smiled to
himself.
* * * * * * *
Mutt slept in
the arms of his beloved friend Big Beryl that evening and took care of
his big buddy. Waddie stayed with Dan and had a wonderful time
getting to know him. Sex with Dan was like having sex with one of
his many dads. Dan Yates was a wonderful, considerate partner,
and as Waddie imagined, one hell of a buckaroo. Dan shared with
Waddie his love for Cowboy and while he knew Cowboy had to be with
Booger Red he dreamed of someday owning Cowboy as his slave.
Waddie thought if he had it in his heart to become a man’s slave he
wouldn’t mind being Dan Yates’ slave. He rarely came across a man
as fine looking and generous as Dan Yates. Like a true cowboy of
the Old West, if you knew how to handle a horse, and were a decent
buckaroo, you were Dan’s brother, no questions asked.
After the rodeo
some of the family departed for Los Angeles but several stayed behind
to help Dan for a while. Waddie stayed with his younger brother
and helped Dan a lot. Beryl decided he wanted to meet Big Jim
somewhere and took off to be with him. Finally, they were down to
just themselves staying with Dan. While Waddie wanted to spend
more time with Dan he knew his little brother needed him and spent most
of his evenings with him. After a couple of weeks the Tucson
rodeo was coming up, but for some reason, Mutt didn’t want to
participate. He wanted to leave Tucson. Waddie knew the
need to go feeling and told Mutt he would go with him, but wait ‘til
after the rodeo. Dan wanted Waddie and Mutt to rope with him
again if they wanted to. Mutt declined and left that Wednesday
before the weekend of the rodeo.
Waddie didn’t
try to stop him, hugged, and kissed him goodbye. By that time,
Dan and Mrs. Russell were thoroughly in love with Mutt and his big
brother. They didn’t want him to go, but Dan became a wise man
dealing with the nomadic cowboy/biker crowd and knew you couldn’t tell
them what to do. He knew he would see Mutt again, but in his own
time and terms. That’s just the way these men were. They
couldn’t seem to stay any one place for a long period of time, but
sooner or later, they always seemed to cycle back to Dan's front door;
not as bums seeking a hand out, but men of honor with diverse talents
who always had something to contribute.
It never ceased
to amaze Dan. These men would drift out of your life for a while, but
they always kept in touch. He’d hear from one to five of them per
week about where they were and what they were doing. Let
something bad happen at the ranch where Dan didn’t know how he was
going to manage, and the next day there would be fifteen to thirty
motorcycles in his barn with as many strong, stout men to give him a
hand and see him through; and, they stayed until the problem was
resolved. He never understood how they could know when he needed
them. Dan didn't know they were keeping in touch with their ranch
mom, Mrs. Russell. She would let them know when Dan was in
trouble.
When the
holidays rolled around, Dan kept an open door policy at the ranch;
don’t bother to call, just come. Some years he never heard a word
for several weeks before Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years and then
bamm! The day before, there would sometimes be fifty bikes
suddenly appear loaded with gifts and good wishes. Mrs. Russell
was once again in her element. She loved to cook for the group of
men. They always helped out and did most of the cleanup
afterwards. They were not the kind of guest who came and expected
you to do everything. They always left the place in better shape
than they found it. Mutt left after shedding tears about leaving
folks he had come to love, but his internal road-clock told him he had
to hit the road.
“I probably
won’t be staying too long after the rodeo, little brother." Waddie
said, "Do you want me to look you up out there, or do you want your
brother to go his own way? I don’t wanna’ be overprotective,
Cass, but I want to be near if’n you need me. You know how much I
love you, and it would kill me to have something bad happen to you I
might be able to prevent."
“I love you,
too, Waddie. Look me up if you’re in the area, but I gotta' go my
own way. You can’t save me from every bump in the road.
There’ll always be a spot by my side for you to ride, Bubba, you know
that. I couldn’t love any of my brothers more’n you,
Waddie. You know how much you mean to me, our brothers, and our
mom and dad. The sun rises and sets in your eyes for them and me
too, bro. Win the rodeo with Dan for me,” Mutt said.
“Ah, Hell, Cass,
that’s the least of my worries. S’good as that big cowboy is we
won’t have us no problems. Won’t be like roping with ‘my right
arm’ man next to me, but we’ll get the job done. Take care, my
love, and I’ll see you on down the road,” Waddie replied.
“On down the
road, brother,” Mutt said. He kissed, hugged Waddie, and took
off. Waddie and Dan walked to the end of the drive to watch him
go. Dan could tell Waddie was worried about his little
brother. Dan gently put his arm around Waddie and they walked
back to the house talking quietly to each other about nothing in
particular; of nothing at all. The next day found Waddie and Dan
practicing roping all day. They were getting pretty tired by late
afternoon when several bikes pulled into the compound. They were
bikers from another family Waddie didn't know, but he recognized one of
the men as an older roping competitor from his days visiting in Bandera
with the Crenshaws. His name was Toller Twissleman. He
recognized Waddie immediately and they were all over each other.
“Damn, Toller,
you just missed my little brother, Cassidy Crenshaw. He was here
until yesterday afternoon,” Waddie said.
“Wait a minute,
we heard he was dead. Heard the Crenshaws lost two brothers, J.R.
and Cassidy,” Toller replied.
“No one knew he
made it back. He got shot up pretty bad, got in the way of a land
mine, and his face is a mess. You wouldn’t recognize him,
brother,” Waddie lamented and shook his head.
“Heard old man
Crenshaw’s pretty upset and sending my little bro, Toller, to be with
your family to hide him from the draft,” Toller said.
“He’s already
there and the Justins are ready to adopt him if’n it comes to down to
it. Dad’s ready to send my brother, Little Gip, to be adopted by
the Crenshaws or even by yore' dad and mom. I know they’d love to
have him,” Waddie said and grinned.
“They sure as
hell would! We ain’t seen each other since before you came back
from Nam. This, here, young man’s my slave, Kyle,” Toller snapped
his fingers and Kyle was on Waddie’s boots in an instant, kissing, and
cleaning them.
Waddie dropped
his right hand, the good looking young man took it, kissed it, and held
it politely to his forehead. “Come, my handsome young slave, and
show this master your love,” Kyle didn’t hold back. He was
all over Waddie. Waddie was surprised because he always
thought Toller was totally a straight man, but in today’s world, who
knows? There were about twelve bikers in all with Toller.
Dan seemed to know them all. Toller was introducing Waddie to the
others. Finally he came to the last two whom Waddie couldn’t take
his eyes off of because they were such a handsome couple.
“Waddie, I’d
like you to meet my clan brother, Barton Tinker and his slave Zane.”
They shook hands with Waddie, then Bart, as everyone called him,
snapped his fingers to his slave to show homage to the new master’s
boots. His slave, Zane, fell to Waddie’s boots and proceed to
carefully complete the greeting ritual. Waddie again held his
right hand down, the young, handsome man took it, kissed the back of
Waddie's hand lovingly and placed the back to his forehead.
Waddie was almost dumbstruck. He never saw such a handsome young
man since his brother Gip.
Bart was a big,
strapping, fine looking man who had the body of a professional
wrestler. He was huge everywhere, but didn’t flaunt his size
unless he needed to defend himself or his brothers. Then he
became a formidable character whose threats were not to be taken
lightly. His mate/slave, Zane, on the other hand was about half
his size but a body to match his master’s, muscle for muscle. He
was a professional, competition winning bodybuilder and took his sport
very seriously. He worked out everyday. Even after a hard
day’s work at the ranch he would do push-ups and chin ups from a rafter
in the barn. Every portion of his body he worked on until
it was perfection.
Waddie managed
to stutter out for him to rise and show Waddie his love. Zane did
and Waddie thought he was going to lose it right there. He got a
roaring erection and had to break off the young man’s kiss quicker than
he might have if they were alone. He was embarrassed at his
attraction to Bart’s slave, and was beet red when he pulled away.
They laughed at him but Toller came to his rescue. “Not to worry,
old friend, they have that effect on everyone. Bart was totally
straight before he made Zane his slave,” Toller said.
“Not so straight
no more, Waddie,” Bart said and laughed good naturedly at Waddie’s red
face. Waddie had to be careful. He didn’t want to seem too
eager to meet these two men. He knew, no matter how good looking
Bart was, he could make a friend of him, but he would have to be
considerably more careful with his slave, Zane. Zane was only one
of two men Waddie ever met whom he wanted immediately. The other
was his brother Gip. It made for an uncomfortable conundrum for
him. Waddie lived and breathed the cowboy code. You didn’t
covet what belonged to another man, and even if you thought your dick
might fall off from lust, you never let a slave who belonged to a
friend think you were the least interested. While it was easy for
Waddie to relate and make a good friend of Barton Tinker, he all but
ignored his slave, Zane.
Whenever he
tried to politely include Zane in conversation, he stammered and
stuttered like a school boy. As articulate as he could be most of
the time, the big man just couldn’t relate to Bart’s slave. He
couldn’t look Zane directly in the eye. He knew if he did, Zane
would see his attraction. Waddie didn’t ever want it said he
lusted after another man’s slave. Once when Bart and Waddie were
alone he offered to share Zane with him. Waddie graciously
declined telling Bart he had a fine looking, well mannered slave, but
he couldn’t bring himself to be with anyone since he returned from
Nam. Bart was only recently returned himself and understood.
That afternoon
several of the other men who were pretty good ropers joined Dan and
Waddie. Every time Waddie got into position behind the stocks and
winked at Dan to get set, he could see in his vision Zane watching him
like a hawk about to swoop down on a mouse. It didn’t make him
nervous, but it did make him want to showoff. He pulled several
of the most outstanding runs he ever made while roping with Dan
Yates. Dan was overcome with awe at a couple of Waddie’s throws.
“Hell, Son, it's
just the Tucson rodeo we’re riding in. Ain’t no big deal.
Don’t 'spect nobody’s gonna’ beat a toss like that; however, me being a
mite older buckaroo, I’s just wonder’n--- you throw’n to impress one of
them cowboys on the fence?” Dan drawled and laughed like hell as
Waddie, grinned, started blushing and pulled his hat down low over his
eyes.
“Honest to God,
Mr. Yates, I don’t mean to, but the truth is, I guess I am,” Waddie
replied.
“I’s only
laugh’n ‘with’ you, Son. Ain’t a man here whose dick ain’t
dripping ever’ time he looks at that package. It’s hard for me to
keep my eyes off’n him, too. He’s got to be ever’ bit as good
look’n as Cowboy and you know how I feel about him.”
“Yes, sir, I do
and I agree with you. Cowboy’s one of the finest looking men I
ever did meet, but I didn’t have this problem with him and
Booger. I love them both so much it’ud be hard for me to make a
choice. Be the same for me if Cowboy was with you. I just
automatically looked upon Cowboy as my little brother whose almost as
good as me with a rope,” Waddie said, threw back his head, and the two
men shared a laugh.
“Almost,” Dan
Yates agreed, and they laughed again.
"I try not to
even look at Zane most of the time, Mr. Yates," Waddie confided in Dan
like a teenage kid to his dad, "Then I turn around and there he is
staring right at me. I really like Bart. Him and me, we's
gonna’ be good friends I can tell, but I feel so damn awkward around
his boy,” Waddie complained knowing Dan Yates understood. They
rode slowly to the other end of the arena gathering their ropes while
deep in conversation.
“I know what you
mean, but sometimes, if you make a friend of someone like that, the
urge goes away,” Dan said.
“Yeah, I know
what you mean, but I don’t want the kid to get the feel’n I’m a’
court’n any ideas. I ain’t try’n to brag none Mr. Yates but when
he went through the master/slave ritual with me the other day, his kiss
was a bit more than just respectful,” Waddie said.
“You ain’t
telling me nothing I don’t already know. I saw it. So did
Bart, he ain’t no dummy. There was just something, a spark what
passed between you two, but give yourself a break, Son. I know
you. You’re too good a man to move in on another man’s
territory. From the short time I been with you, roped with you,
made a little love with you, I watched you and come to love you as one
of my own. You and my boy Buck were a lot alike in many
ways. Buck believed in and lived the cowboy way. He
would’ve felt the same damn way you do. Be a little more gentle
with yourself. Maybe the kid feels the same way about you.
Maybe you make him just as nervous,” Dan advised.
“Me?
S’ugly as I am?” Waddie asked and looked serious at Dan.
“Who you try’n
to kid, Cowboy, you ain’t ugly a' tall. You’re one of the finest
look’n cowboys I seen in a long while. Somebody calls you ugly,
you tell ‘em you got a reserved spot in old Dan Yates’ bunk.” Dan
pushed his hat back on his head and exploded in laughter. Waddie
winked at him, took his hat off, sailed it across the arena, and hit
Zane square in the chest. Bart almost fell of the corral
laughing. Zane got a huge grin on his face as he jumped down,
picked up Waddie’s cowboy hat, dusted it off, took his shirt sleeve and
wiped some of the cow shit off. Zane walked slowly over to
the big mounted cowboy to return his hat.
Dan turned to
Waddie with a shit eat’n grin on his face. “You got a lot of that
other big man you been riding with in you, too. You sure you two
ain’t related?” Dan joked with him.
“Naw, sir,"
Waddie replied, "but him and my dad were in the War together in
France. They’s close friends and buddies. Beryl and my dad
saved each other’s lives several times. I take a lot after my
dad, so Big Beryl’s told me. Say’s I’m just like my old
man. Hope so. Ain’t no man I love more’n my dad.”
Waddie turned his attention to the approaching young man.
“You dropped
your hat, Master Waddie,” the handsome young man said with respect.
“I’m sorry about
that, Son. A big gust a’ wind jes' come along and afore I could
reach up and grab it, Lordy, it done just took off, sailed right across
the arena and hit’cha smack dab in the chest. Hope you weren’t
hurt none,” Waddie said and grinned.
“Naw, sir,
Master Waddie. I’d be pleased and honored to catch yore' hat
anytime a wind blows it my way, sir. I been enjoying watching you
and Master Dan rope. You’re both better’n damn good, sir. I
know professional quality rope’n when I see’s it. Could a humble
slave ask a favor, sir?” Zane asked and looked Waddie in the eye.
“Course you can,
Son. You clear it with you old man, first?” Waddie asked.
“Yes, sir, I
already done asked him if I could, and he said 'yes,'” Zane
replied. Dan was on his pony listening with interest and smiling
like a proud papa.
“I'd be much
obliged if'n you's to consider tossing a couple with me, Master
Waddie?” Zane asked.
Waddie pushed
his hat back on his head, grinned from ear to ear, winked at Dan as if
to say, ‘What in the fuck is this? Not only is he gorgeous, he
can toss a rope? There must be a God!’
“Fine with me;
you, Master Dan?” Waddie asked Dan.
“Sure, take my
pony, young man. What chu' rope, Son, header or heeler?" Dan
asked.
“Mostly heeler,
sir,” Zane replied. Dan dismounted and handed the reins to
Zane. He was in the saddle in an instant. Waddie could see
the young man knew how to handle a pony and once he adjusted himself
and was satisfied, Zane set a damn good horse. He meticulously
adjusted his rope and got it just the way he wanted it.
“Once I give you
the heads up don’t look over at me again. When you sense I
spurred my pony don’t wait, boy, spur yours immediately, and I’ll have
you set up for your throw. Got that, Son?” Waddie asked.
“Yes, sir, and
thanks, Master Waddie,” Zane replied.
“Make me proud
of you, young’un!” Waddie gently demanded as he patted Zane on his back.
“Do my
damnedest, sir,” he replied.
Waddie thought
he saw tears forming in the handsome, young cowboy’s eyes. Yes,
he was sure of it. ‘Why the hell would the kid choked up over
getting to toss a rope with me?’ he wondered to himself.
They rode to the
opposite stocks and positioned themselves. Waddie could see Dan
Yates sitting between Bart Tinker and Toller Twisselman grinning like a
possum eat’n shit. Waddie knew, without a doubt, why he was
grinning. The barrier rope dropped, the steer was away, and
Waddie spurred his pony lightly as it rocketed out of the stocks.
Zane was right beside him, Waddie made his catch, and had the steer
turned. No sooner was the steer in position than Zane made his
catch, dallied his rope and was backing up his pony. It was the
best time of the day.
Dan Yates went
bananas. He took off his big cowboy hat and sailed it across the
arena at Zane, Waddie followed suit and threw his at Zane, too.
It started a landslide of cowboy hats. Every cowboy there threw
their hat at Zane laughing their asses off. Bart and Dan came off
the fence walking between all the hats on the ground, pulled Zane down
from his pony, hugged, and kissed him in front of God and
everyone. Waddie was right behind them, but this time he didn’t
hold back from the good looking slave. He got himself a big ole
kiss. That only brought another round of cheers and hats being
thrown across the arena. From that point on, everyone was in a
rodeo mood.
Dan had to rope
with the handsome young man. Dan could rope header or heeler and
roped header to Zane’s heeler. Their time beat Waddie’s and
Zanes. Dan wouldn’t hear of anything but Zane enter the rodeo
with him and Waddie. Zane wasn’t sure that would be a good idea
and referred Waddie and Dan to his master, Bart. Bart asked them
to give them a little time and they’d explain later in the
evening. The evening progressed and after dinner the men headed
to the two spas Dan had in his courtyard.
One he recently
rebuilt was almost as large as a regular pool and could seat fifteen to
twenty men. None of the men were shy and after Mrs. Russell left
for her trailer, they knew they could take their clothes off on the
patio. Everyone was in the pool but Bart and Zane. The men
saw them talking and Zane took off to the room where they were staying,
but Bart joined the men. Waddie kept nudging Dan to ask why Zane
didn’t join them. All the men were curious except a couple who
knew Bart and Zane well.
“Is Zane not
feeling well, Bart?” Dan asked.
“No, sir, he's
fine. Y’all are a new group of men to him. He don’t know
how he might be accepted so to save embarrassment he decided to stay in
the room and wait for me. He’ll be all right,” Bart said.
“What’s to
accept, Bart? He’s a handsome young man. He’s a damn fine
cowboy, fer Christ sake. He’s at home here,” Waddie said.
“Remember we
told you there might be some problem with you roping with Zane.
Well, the reason is the same. It’s ‘mens’ team roping and Zane
may not qualify. You see, Zane was born a woman.” There
were gasps of disbelief from all the men. “Well, not really a woman, he
was born an intersexual; what use to be called a hermaphrodite.
He was tragically miss-sexed at birth and they removed the wrong
organs. He’s very much a man; he just has a cunt. And take
the word of a man who loves cunt, it’s a wonderful little package,”
Bart Tinker said.
“Oh, for Christ
sake!” Dan exclaimed, “C’moan, Waddie, don’t bother to put a towel
around you. We’re going to get the kid,” Dan didn’t even wait for
a response from Bart. He and Waddie were up, out of the spa, and
on their way to the door of Bart and Zane’s room. Dan knocked
lightly on the door and Zane opened it to see the two big naked cowboys
standing at his door.
“Get chore'
clothes off, post haste, Son. That ain’t no request. It’s a
firm order from two masters. We ain’t a’ gonna’ leave you out of
nothing. Now get a move on, be quick about it, and no back talk,
understand, slave!” Waddie barked at him.
Zane started to
say something and watched Dan move his head from side to side; they
didn’t want to hear any arguments. Zane finished undressing with
his back to the two cowboys, but when he turned around they both
gasp. They only thought Zane was good looking before. The
person who stood before them was not half a man simply because he had
no penis. It was hard to explain, but Zane looked like his body
should belong to him. The rest of his body was as perfect as his
upper torso. The fact he didn’t have a penis protruding from his
front seemed inconsequential.
In all other
respects he was a perfectly formed male. Dan Yates held out his
arms to Zane, and the young man ran to Master Dan’s protective
embrace. Zane shed a few tears for the men’s generosity of
spirit. Dan got a tap on the shoulder and was replaced by an even
bigger cowpoke. This time Waddie finished the kiss he withdrew
from earlier. Zane was in tears. Both men were comforting
him, and assuring him nothing would be said. They each took a hand,
invited him to come with them and take his place by his master’s side.
They walked out
to the pool together giggling at something funny Waddie said with their
arms around each other with Zane in the middle. You could feel
the love coming from Zane for the two cowboys on either side of
him. Bart beamed with pride as his mate came around and eased his
way into his master’s lap. They kissed a kiss that made every cowboy's
cock stand at attention. Bart couldn’t help but notice Dan and
Waddie were semi-erect as they walked back from Zane’s room with him.
“Don’t see no
problem with Zane rope’n with us day after tomorrow, do you Waddie?”
Dan tossed off his question to Waddie.
“Not a bit,
brother. He’s certainly man enough for me. The som'bitch
can toss a rope better’n ninety percent of the cowboys I ever done run
across in my life. I say he’s a man. You say he’s a
man. I say he's a cowboy. What’er they gonna’ do ask us
drop our pants to prove we’re all men? S’far as I’m concerned sex
is between your ears anyway,” Waddie declared.
“Amen to that,
brother,” Dan said with conviction. The other men agreed. “All I
can say is, you’re one lucky bastard, Bart. Wouldn’t never be
ashamed to have that slave ride by my side, on a pony or a bike,” Dan
added.
“Neither, would
I,” Waddie agreed and held up his hand.
“Thanks,
Waddie. Thanks, Dan. I’m proud of him. I had no idea,
before today, he could throw a rope, let alone ride with the best of
them. He did mention to me once he was a pretty good cowboy,”
Bart said.
Barton Tinker
was more proud of his slave than he ever was before. He didn’t
know what to think at first when Dan and Waddie went to get Zane, but
his buddies reassured him neither Dan Yates nor Waddie Claymore had a
mean bone in their body, unless you were stupid enough to get them
riled. They assured him they would handle the situation.
Bart couldn’t have been more pleased.
The next day was
spent in heavy duty roping. Bart left Zane to rope while he and a
couple of his buddies borrowed Dan’s truck to run into Tucson for a
couple of hours. Dan decided the three of them should rope as
three separate teams as he, Waddie, and Mutt did in Prescott.
When the men cleaned up for dinner Zane appeared in a new pair of
Western boots, wide belt, hat, a beautiful new shirt and a fine leather
vest. He looked hot. Everyone applauded him and his
master. Bart went out and bought his slave a new Western outfit
for the rodeo the next day. Both he and Zane knew how to dress
Western and Zane looked like any other hot buckaroo on the circuit.
* * * * * *
At the rodeo,
Waddie and Dan won first place. Waddie and Zane took second place
and Dan and Zane won third place. The family was excited and in a
party mood. The men partied for two days. Dan and Waddie
grew close that weekend. Dan was a bit down because he knew his
new found friend would be leaving after the rodeo, but for a while he
had a friend, a soul mate, and a contributing partner who was helping
him look after the ranch. Waddie and several of the biker family
were no strangers to ranch life.
They knew and
understood for all the play and rodeoing there was a lot of hard work
and care of animals which needed to be done. None of the work was
left to Dan. He was forever having someone take a brush out of
his hand and tell him to find something else to do. That’s the
way the biker families were. They knew to keep doors open for
them to visit, there was a price to be paid; not in money, but help and
caring. In return they were treated like visiting royalty.
Bart, Waddie,
Zane, and Toller Twissleman grew close that weekend and Toller invited
Waddie to ride with his family. Waddie gratefully accepted but
knew it was going to be an adjustment for him to make good friends out
of Bart and Zane. He secretly fell in love with Zane, but would
never share the information with anyone. He didn’t have to.
Dan Yates was a wise man and could see what was going on. Big
Beryl wasn't born yesterday, either. He could see the way Waddie
looked at Zane with big cow eyes.
“Ain’t that
going to be a mite difficult for you riding with them two, Waddie?” Dan
asked quietly while they were walking back from the barn after putting
the ponies away.
“Yes, sir, I
hear what your saying. It may be, but we done made us some
inroads into becoming good friends. Like you said, I ain't got me
the same animal urges for Zane I did at first. I won’t lie to you
none and tell you I ain’t jacked off fifty-eleven times thinking 'bout
what his little cunt might feel like wrapped around my old cayuse, but
I ain’t about to suggest I find out. Friends don’t do that to
friends. I don’t give a damn if Bart offers his slave to me, I
couldn’t do it because of me and who I am. My dad done taught me
to set a standard for myself and live by it. It's also the cowboy
way.
Let’s just say I
let my base-animal take over and give him free-rein for more than a
minute, but I hope I got him bridled and broke. I like to think
I's more evolved than that, but I also know the hurt and pain
unrequited love can cause. I certainly don’t want to ride down
that road. Don't want me no part a' it. Hell, I think you
can whistle the second line of that tune, Dan.” Waddie said
quietly and winked at Dan. Dan smiled a crooked smile knowing the
pain Waddie talked about from his longing, everyday, and every night
for Cowboy.
“Okay, I
agree. You win that one, cowboy! I know the pain. I
live with it ever' damn day, but it ain’t as bad as losing your love to
death like you done or like I suffered when I lost my boy. I know
why you stayed over there as long as you did. You didn’t want to
come home to a life without Gip, but you said your angel told you he’d
send you another to love. All I’m saying is don’t close no
doors. You never know what’s gonna’ happen,” Dan advised like a
concerned parent might.
“I can’t allow
myself think that away, besides what kind of friend would I be to Bart
not to wish the two of them a long an happy life together,” Waddie said.
“No, that ain't
what I mean and you know it. I ain’t advocating you follow them
around like some slobbering hound dog what smells a bitch in heat
waiting for the worst, but being their friend can only widen your
horizon for new folks to meet. You never know how, when, or where
you might meet your next partner your angel's got in mind for
you. In the meantime, if you need a base of operation, a place to
run to when you’re tired of being on the road, consider this ranch your
home base, Son,” Dan said.
Waddie stopped
and looked Dan in the eyes and took him into his arms. “Thanks,
Mr. Yates, I...”
“For Christ
sakes, will you stop calling me 'Mr. Yates,'" Dan interrupted him, "I
know'd how you cowboys is, either call me Dan, dad, or boss; one’s good
as the other.”
Waddie roared
with laughter, hugged, and kissed Dan on the cheek. “Might just call
you
all them names. Hell, I might as well have two Dad Dans.”
Waddie already told Dan Yates about his second dad; Gip’s dad, Dan
Justin. “And, out of respect for your position, I like the idea
of calling you 'boss.' I know we ain’t known each other too
long, but I appreciate and accept your kind offer. If I need a
place to run to it will be here Dan, I promise. We got too much
in common not to keep in touch. Besides, maybe I can bring you
some word from your cowboy,” Waddie volunteered.
“Well, I don’t
mean to develop a network of spys on the boy. Beryl, Jim, and Ben
keep me pretty well up to date and Cowboy’s dad, uncle, and his black
dad, Lester come out here to visit me a couple times a year.
Cowboy’s dad, now, there’s a man you’d really fall in love with.
Everybody does. It’s Cowboy’s dad Billy Gunn, Jr. or as everyone
calls him, Big Gunn. He’s almost as big as Big Jim. Fine
man with the biggest heart in Texas. From the way you and Mutt
talked about your dad I’d wager they’d have a lot in common,” Dan said.
“Awh, my dad
don’t need nothing in common with any man to love him. If he
wants you to love him y’ain’t got much choice in the matter.
You’ll love ‘em. I know you’d love my dad, both my dads,”
Waddie replied.
“I’m sure I
would if he’s half the man you are, Waddie," Dan said quietly.
“Thanks, Dan,
glad to think on you as another one of my dads,” Waddie replied.
* * * * * * *
Waddie, Bart,
Zane and Toller’s slave Kyle told Mrs. Russell to take the rest of the
evening off, and they took over the kitchen. When they were
finished everything was in its place and every dish cleaned and put
away. They swept and mopped the floor and scrubbed the
sinks. It was spotless when they finished. They joined the
other men already in the spa. Zane was no longer shy, and the men
took little interest in his difference. After a while, the men
begin to tire and excused themselves to go to bed. They planned
on leaving after breakfast the next morning. Zane and Bart were
left alone with Dan and Waddie, but they finally excused
themselves. Dan and Waddie laughed at the two of them. It
was quite obvious because of his mate winning the rodeo and the
attention they were showering on each other Bart couldn’t wait to get
his slave to his bed. They left with Bart’s huge arm around his
little darlin’ laughing and whispering dirty things to each other
lovers have since the dawn of time. . . no matter the pairing.
“Oh, to be a fly
on their bedroom wall,” Dan said and chuckled as he sank deeper in the
hot water.
“Dan, as hot a
man as you are and the sex you’ve shared with me while I been here, you
ain't got no need to be a damn fly on no man's wall.” Waddie
reached over to Dan who was sitting next to him and gently took his
manhood into his hand. He could feel by Dan’s cock he was in a
rodeo mood and if he was lucky Waddie just might get another taste of
his big mature cowboy brother’s fine looking penis.
“I gotta' say I
enjoyed myself ever’ time we lie down together, Waddie; hope you have,”
Dan said.
“You know damn
well I have, Boss. After Nam I never wanted to get fucked by no
man again. I figured the Navy took enough out of my ass to last
me a lifetime. Then I got home with my old man, and I could tell
he thought it was just what I needed to set me straight; a good hot,
love’n cowboy-dad fuck’n. After I turned eighteen he could
tell when the world was gettin’ to be too much with me. My old
man, God love him, would order me to go clean myself thoroughly.
I knew what he meant by 'thoroughly.' He would lead me by the
hand to the barn like an errant child. There he would proceed to
fuck me with all the strength, love, and gentility in his heart.
It worked like magic ever' damn time. I swear my old man’s cock
is medicinal. I’d be fine for several months after that.
"He done figured
that was exactly what I needed, and you know what? His love he
injected into me helped. It went a long way to healing a lot of
built up pain and emotions. My old man became an expert at fuck’n
them scream'n green meanies out of his boy. As I lay there
underneath my old man enjoying his goodness and strength, giving it up
to him, I though how stupid I was to deny myself the emotional
outlet. Hell, he never did all his life. He’s still has my
other two dads, and the Chief Deputy of our town fuck him regularly to
keep him squared away.
"Then he fucks
the snot out of my old cowboy buddy Quinton. Quinton's also a
deputy in our town. Lucky Quinton, he gets it once a week from
C.D, a couple of times a month from dad and if he’s real lucky he gets
ole Bubba to throw a big bear fuck in him several times a year.
He’s one of the happiest deputies in our county. Always got a
smile on his face. I guess what I’m trying to say is I appreciate
you feeling comfortable enough with me to take me like you need.
I’d be happy to do you the same favor some evening if’n you ever get
the itch," Waddie offered.
“C'ain’t say’s I
ain’t been interested. I heard so much about it. Cowboy,
you and several others talk about it like it’s something
wonderful. I was late getting out here after you guys cleaned the
kitchen cause I was in the shower cleaning myself. I though since
I had a big ole cowboy with a big fine cock I just might get lucky
tonight,” Dan teased.
"Let’s go rodeo,
Boss. Cowboy up!” Waddie said and chuckled as he stroked Dan’s
hard cock.
The men toweled
themselves dry and retired to Dan’s large bedroom. There was a
full moon spreading its silver light over the room and the king size
bed was right in the center making it like something out of a Disney
movie. Waddie could only envision riding Dan off into the
moonlight and his cock got harder. What the hell? He was a
cowboy with a soft spot for the Magic Kingdom. They lay down
together and started making love. There were no covers on the
bed; just two naked cowboys going after each other like their love was
the last full course meal they’d consume in this dimension.
Waddie began to
suck Dan until Dan thought he was going to shoot. Dan spoke to
him and told Waddie if he didn’t stop what he was doing the rodeo would
be over soon. Dan moved to Waddie and took as much of the big man
in his mouth and throat as he could. He made sure he left as much
spit on Waddie’s dick as he could because the more love he made to it
the bigger it got. For some strange reason, Dan wasn’t
afraid. He wasn’t the least concerned about a man of Waddie’s
proportions being the one to take him his first time. Of all the
men he might give up his cherry to he was glad it was this big
cowboy. There was something about Waddie with which Dan
connected. Waddie brought the best strengths and simple joys of
life of a true Western man to Dan, yet he had the patience, compassion,
and understanding of a saint at times.
While he may
have lived in his own personal turmoil, he readily and easily gave his
goodness to anyone in need. The only price he demanded and got
was their respect. Since it was Dan's first time Waddie was
gentle with him, but not so much Dan got the idea Waddie wasn’t going
to take from him what was offered. Waddie’s cock was almost a
duplicate of his old man’s, only bigger, with a torpedo shaped head
that made for comfortable anal penetration for a novice. Before
Dan could take a deep breath Waddie was inside him to the hilt.
When he finally breathed and relaxed Dan asked Waddie when he was going
to put it in? Waddie chuckled. “I been inside you to the
hilt, cowboy, for the last several minutes. Here, lemme' show
you.” With that, Waddie slowly withdrew and gently put it back
inside the big man.”
“Oh, Sweet
Jesus! Seems only natural to call on the name of Jesus for
something that makes you feel that good, Son. Let’s us try that
one more time, what say?” Dan asked with reverence. Waddie
gladly obliged his partner. Dad sighed deeply, “Holy shit!
Do I feel that good inside you, cowboy?” Dan asked Waddie.
“Ever’ bit as
good, boss. In fact, you fuck me as good as my old man. You
get in there, take what you need, and expect me to put it up there for
you to make it good for you. That’s what good man-fuck’ns all
about, sir. Two men working together to share that feeling of joy
in love making. When it's really good between two men, you know
when your there. You won’t be able to hold back nothing no matter
which end you's on,” Waddie declared.
“C’moan,
Son! Cowboy up! Gimme’ a good ride, Waddie. I need to
give it up to you. Take what you need from your boss, cowboy.”
Dan demanded.
Dan was serious
and began to feel the strength of the younger cowboy on top of him
riding him like a saddle bronc just out of the chute. Dan hung on
for dear life. He found the more he gave up to Waddie the more
the cowboy took from him. Waddie was fucking him so good and
strong, he got lost in the ride; but still, Dan served it up for his
cowboy to get his best shot at his ass. The rocking motion and
the deep penetration of Waddie’s large shaft was reaching a point in
Dan’s overall comfort, and he began to wonder how much more he could
take. It wasn’t hurting him, but the harder he worked to satisfy
Waddie, he found the discomfort translated into his need to shoot his
load.
My God!
He’s hitting something in there that’s about to make me come on
my— “Oh, God! Sweet Jesus! Oh, fuck! Fuck me,
cowboy! Take me home, Waddie! Damn, what have I been
missing? Harder, cowboy! Hell, you can ride me harder than
that. Slam that big fuck’n horse dick up my chute, cowboy.
Ride this pony to the barn, buckaroo. Oh, damn that’s some good
fuck’n. Fuck’n your old man good, boy.
Ride ‘em, cowboy. Use your spurs, Son. Fill me up!
Take your prize, buckaroo. You beat that Goddamn eight second
buzzer, get it! Take your prize, cowboy! Oh, oh, oh,
fuck! I can feel you filling me up. That's so good.
Oh, damn I’m gonna’ shoot, Waddie. I can’t hold it back.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit!” Dan shouted. Dan was yelling
at the top of his lungs and the sound was being carried out over the
still, warm summer night’s air.
“Get it,
Bossman!” Waddie yelled back, “I’m gonna’ ride you down hard ‘til you
shoot. Get it, cowboy! Ain’t a’ gonna’ come ‘til I feel you
trying to bite my dick off with your ass. There! I feel
that. Bite my dick off, Dad. ‘At’s it! ‘At’s
it! Ah, shit, Dad. You’re gettin’ all off me emptying way
up your ass. Work with me, Boss! There, there, ‘at’s
it! You’re taking us home. Gettin’ it all! ‘At’s
it! Oh! Oh! Fuck that's good!” Waddie yelled back.
Waddie reached
his climax when he felt Dan’s ass began to clamp down on his
dick. It felt like Dan was trying to bite his penis off with his
sphincter muscle. Waddie shot several times deep within Dan’s
gut. He collapsed on top of him with his cock lodged way up
inside his partner. The two cowboys lay joined together making
sweet love to each other. Occasionally, Dan would clamp down hard
on Waddie’s cock and cause Waddie to take another big, slow stroke all
the way up his ass. The night was so still and quiet you could
only hear the sounds of the desert. Then they heard it.
Laughter and applause coming from all the rooms in the guest
wing. They took only a moment to laugh then fell back into the
depths of each other’s love. They drank deeply from each other
and lay most of the night hooked together. Dan asked Waddie not
to leave him. He told Waddie he felt too good inside him.
It felt that good or better for Waddie so they went to sleep with his
cock deep within Dan’s ass.
* * * * *
* *
There were lots
of grins, knowing looks, and chuckling around the breakfast table the
next morning. None of the family was a bit surprised to find out
Dan talked Waddie into staying on at the ranch for another week or so
to help him out with some projects he'd been meaning to get done.
Everyone nuddged each other and chuckled. “Oh, yes, and that,
too!” Dan tossed off to the table of men. They all hooped,
hollered, exploded with laughter, and applauded Dan’s
honesty. Waddie said goodbye to Toller’s biker family. Bart
promised he’d call the following Friday to let Waddie know where they
were going to be. Waddie pledged to meet up with them, wherever
they were.
* * * * * * *
Waddie and Dan
said their goodbyes and Dan invited the family back anytime they were
in the area and wanted to stop. The most difficult couple to say
goodbye to was Bart and Zane. Waddie and Dan formed brotherhoods
with them that was a bit more than visiting biker family. They
became close friends. Zane shed a tear as he hugged, kissed, and
told the two cowboys goodbye. “I’m glad you’re staying with
Master Dan, Master Waddie,” Zane whispered to him, “I think you need
each other right now, and thank you so much for letting me rodeo with
you. You’re the best, sir,” Zane said.
“You be good to
your master, Son. Treat him right. He’s a good man and
loves you like no other. You need each other, it’s plain for all
to see. The love you got for each other is downright
palpable. You’re lucky to have a fine man like Bart Tinker to
serve. I’ve only known him a short while, but I feel like he’s my
bonded brother,” Waddie replied.
“He feels the
same about you, Master Waddie. Please, come, join us, and ride
with us. We’d like to have you along. We enjoy your
company, sir,” Zane said with just a hint of understated urgency.
Waddie blushed, stammered, stuttered, and said something stupid.
He was getting worse in dealing with the handsome young man. He
was okay with Bart, but he just had a hard time talking with
Zane. He tongue got thick and his brain turned to cottage
cheese. It was like every link in his head stopped when taking in
the beauty of the young man standing before him. Waddie couldn't
think of anything to say, but his cock was dripping profusely like a
bull in rut and formed a wet spot at the crotch of his Wranglers.
Waddie reacted like he did when he was a little boy afraid of
life. He metaphorically climbed into the back of his closet,
hunkered down to make himself as small and insignificant as possible,
and shut the door.
End of Chapter 5
~ Harley and Mutt
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