Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:14:44 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Hot Spring - 1
The Hot Spring
By Jim Vance
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One
"I don't want to go, Ma!" I said. Ma was a woman who
entertained men at the Sundance saloon. One of them got her
pregnant and that's how I came to be. Ma and I lived at the
saloon in her room.
"We have been through this Jack. It's time. You can't live
with me anymore. Mr. Garrison says you have to go and it's his
saloon. I know I'm responsible for what you did with-that man. No
one can expect you to grow up decent when all you see is
indecent. Your father was right. A saloon is not the place to
raise a child." Then she sighed. "I've had you for thirteen
years. You can't live with your mother forever, Jack."
"But Pa doesn't care one lick about me! You said it yourself!
Sure he says hello and asks me about school, but that's all!"
Ma sighed. Then she closed her eyes.
"Your father wanted you all along."
"What?" I almost shouted.
"It's true, baby. He didn't want you growing up in a saloon.
I just-I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I lied when I
told you he didn't care about you." I was shocked. "I made him
promise to not try to take you from me. Jack, you are the only
thing that has made my life worth living. I needed you. Do you
understand? That's why I lied."
She looked down.
I hugged her. I knew Ma hated working there. She only did it
because it was better than starving.
Ma came west from Pittsburg in response to an ad for a wife.
She was fifteen. Her father was a drunk who beat her mother and
her. She was glad to get away. Her new husband, who was thirty-
eight, died a week after they were married. He had nothing, so Ma
had nothing. She wandered around looking for work and didn't find
a thing. Then Mr. Garrison offered her a job. He needed a new,
younger saloon gal. She didn't want it, but she took it. She was
hungry and she decided she wouldn't find anything better before
she starved to death. Mr. Garrison tried her out and decided she
would do just fine. I was born a year later.
"But you still need me."
"It doesn't matter. Mr. Garrison said you have to leave."
"Maybe if I apologize again-"
"You've done that about twenty times."
"Then come with me!"
"No, baby. Your father's family is very religious. They won't
have me. To them, I'm a fallen woman."
I sighed. "But I'm not religious."
"I know, and that's my fault, too."
There was a knock on the door.
"Answer the door, Jack."
I opened it. It was Pa. He had a big smile on his face. I
forced a smile on my own. Pa surprised me by hugging me. After a
bit, I hugged him back. It was hard to get used to the idea that
he had wanted me all along. I looked up at him. Pa has dark brown
hair, brown eyes, and a moustache. I think he is very
handsome-the handsomest man I ever saw. I don't know if other
kids think that about their fathers. I don't talk to any of the
other kids in town. They sometimes said things about Ma and I
felt like killing them. Besides, a lot of their parents didn't
want them talking to me.
"Here are his things, Will."
Pa reached out and took the box with my clothes.
"I will bring Jack to visit, every Sunday. I promise, Ellie."
Ma forced herself to smile. She nodded.
"Well, let's go, son."
I hugged Ma.
"I love you, Ma!"
"I love you, baby. Be good. I'll see you soon."
I let go of her and wiped the tears from my face. I nodded.
Pa left and I followed him.
We walked downstairs and out of the saloon. It was empty, and
I guessed I was grateful. We walked outside and Pa looked around.
"I don't see our buggy. Your uncle Josh probably went to pick
up supplies long as we were in town."
Pa sat on a bench and I sat next to him. He put his arm
around me. It was nice. I looked up at him.
"I love you, Jack."
"You do?"
"Yes. It's good to finally bring you home."
I leaned my head on his chest and he kissed the top of my
head.
"How do you feel bout me, Jack?"
"I love you, Pa. I mean that."
Pa sighed and started rubbing my shoulder with his hand. It
felt really nice. I could smell him. I always liked the way Pa
smelled. He always smelled clean, unlike most folks. I was clean,
too. Ma made me take a bath before Pa got there.
Pa put his arm around me and pulled me closer.
"Does that bother you?"
"No, Pa. I like it."
"Good. I like holding you."
A buggy with dark red seats came down the street pulled by
two brown and white horses. Pa waved at the man. We got up and
walked to the buggy.
"Jack, this is your uncle Josh."
He looked like Pa. I could tell he was related. In case you
are wondering, the reason we knew Will Johnson was my pa, was
because I look just like him. Ma said Pa knew the minute he first
saw me that I was his.
"Hello, Uncle Josh. I'm pleased to meet you."
"You, too, Jack. I'll be if you don't look like a Johnson
through and through."
I guessed that was good, so I smiled.
I got in the buggy and sat between Pa and Josh. The seat was
very comfortable. I thought it was even nicer than Mr. Garrison's
buggy.
Uncle Josh took the reins and we left. We were out of town
quickly. I didn't miss it-the town. Being the son of a saloon
lady meant most kids weren't allowed to associate with me. One
woman, Mrs. Butler, even fought to keep me out of school. I
really hoped she would succeed, but she didn't. Still, I wouldn't
miss any of the town folk. Ma and a couple of people at the
saloon were all I would miss. And Ben Morris.
"You is a very good-looking boy," Uncle Josh said.
"Thank you. I think you are very handsome. You and Pa both."
Uncle Josh smiled at me and nodded.
I was watching the scenery and trying not to look at Pa's
crotch openly.
When were a ways out of town, Pa said, "Your Ma told me about
what you did with Ben Morris."
I put my face in my hands. It was going so well before that.
Ben Morris convinced me to suck his pecker and we got caught. I
didn't need a lot of persuading. I loved his big piece and I
wanted to do it. But it was terribly embarrassing. It was why Mr.
Garrison said I had to leave. He was disgusted with me. It was
embarrassing, too. When that door opened and I was on my knees
with Ben's rod in my mouth, I wished I had died there and then.
It was Charlie, the bartender, and he looked at me like something
lower than a snake. Nobody seemed to think Ben did anything
wrong! How was that fair?
"It just proves you was in the wrong place," Josh said.
I felt about the size of an ant. I wanted to get off the
buggy and run away.
"Did he force you to do it?" Pa asked. "Tell me the truth.
I wanted to say yes, but the fact is, like I said, I wanted
to do it. I thought Ben was handsome and he had a really nice
pecker. I loved holding that big old thing in my hand. It felt
like an iron bar covered with velvet. I wanted to say yes, so
they wouldn't think badly of me. But if I said yes, Pa might try
to kill him or something. I liked Ben, and I didn't want him to
get hurt.
"No. He didn't force me."
"Did you enjoy it?" Josh asked.
"We had just got started when we got caught."
"The boy was starved for male companionship there, Willy,"
Josh said.
"He will get plenty now," Pa said.
"Now I want you to answer me truthfully, Jack," Josh said. I
looked at him and nodded. "If your Pa had let you do it to him,
if he said you could take his stiff pecker into your mouth and
suck would you have done it? Suck your Pa?"
I stared at Josh and gulped. I wasn't exactly sure what he
meant, but I knew what the answer was. I wanted Pa. That was how
shameful I was. I wanted Pa the way normal boys want a pretty
girl. Every time he came to see Ma-as a customer-after the two of
them finished, Ma left us alone for a couple of minutes to talk.
Pa would be naked and I would get to look at his pecker. He sure
wasn't shy. His rod would be inches from my face. While he talked
to me, it stood up straight and proud. I had trouble taking my
eyes off it. My eyes would start to follow one of the bulging
veins running along it and I wouldn't hear a thing Pa said. I
would watch the head peek shyly out of the foreskin and I wanted
to touch it and kiss it so badly I felt like screaming. Sometimes
when I looked at it, I even had trouble breathing. I thought it
was very beautiful. Every time he left, I spent the next couple
of days stroking myself constantly just thinking about it.
"I know I shouldn't but I would have, Uncle Josh."
Then I embarrassed myself by crying.
Pa put his arm around me and pulled me close.
"It's all right, son."
I sniffed.
"You still want me?"
"Hell, yes we want you!" Josh said. "You should a been with
us the whole time, not growin' up in a damn saloon. Let me tell
you somethin', Jack. Johnson men like peckers. All of us. That's
you, me, your pa, and your uncle Luke. Ever last one of us likes
them. And we is real glad you like them. You will fit just fine
in our house. If a you liked girls, you wouldn't belong with us."
I stared at him again.
"We all like them?"
"Yup. It's a family trait. Your pa should have let you play
with his pecker and nuts. That's tradition in our family, but he
didn't. And when you didn't have your daddy's pecker to play
with, you naturally went after another man's. Willy and I both
played with our pa's cock all the time. It was the only toy we
wanted. We sucked on it and we drank our pa's sperm, straight out
a his balls. We all loved it. Willy and me, our brother Luke, and
Pa. We made Pa shoot three, sometimes four times a day. Spent
hours at it. I'll tell you somethin'. My earliest memory is of me
holding Pa's pecker in my two hands and sucking on the end of it,
hungry for the cream only he could give me."
I realized my mouth was open and I shut it. I couldn't
believe it! We were all the same!
"Did you want to play with my pecker, son?"
"Yes, Pa. I really did. I got so hard up when you showed it
to me. I want it something fierce. I think about it all day long!
You might think I'm crazy, but I love it. I really do."
"We don't think you is crazy," Josh said.
"When I took Ben in my mouth, I closed my eyes and pretended
it was you. It's your pecker I wanted."
"You is a proper Johnson," Josh said. "Like I said, you
shouldn't a had to pretend. It's your ma's fault. If you lived
with us, you would have grown up the way we did, sucking on
Willy's cock and drinkin' his cream from a young age. It should a
been Willy's pecker in your mouth. And it should a been there
every day. So don't feel bad about wantin' to suck that man's
cock. You was just makin' do, and no one can blame you. But now
you can suck on your pa's cock as often as you want. You can suck
on your uncles and the hired hands, too."
I gulped and looked at Pa.
"Is that true?"
"It sure is, son."
I looked at Uncle Josh. He was grinning at me.
"You really let your pa shoot in your mouth?" I asked Pa.
"Let him? We begged him for it. Sometimes he shot inside us
when he was fucking us, but he knew how much we loved his sperm.
He loved feeding it to us. He usually fed each of his three boys
his man cream every day. The two of us who didn't have his pecker
in their mouth would suck on his balls and nipples. He liked us
to chew on his nipples. I can still hear him groanin' with
pleasure from what we was doin' to him. Sometime we could make
him shoot a fourth time. Then we'd fight over who got to lick it
off Pa. I can still picture him lyin' there with his white cream
nestled in the black hair on his chest and belly, grinnin' as we
licked him clean."
I groaned. That sounded more shameful than anything I ever
thought. But it sounded wonderful to me. I wanted to lick Pa's
cream off him. I wondered if he would let me. I decided he would.
He liked doing it to his pa, so he would enjoy it with his son.
"I want to do that, Pa!"
Pa grinned at me.
"You want to lick my cream off me?"
"I do, if you don't mind."
"Mind?" Pa laughed. Then he hugged me. I felt really loved,
and despite only just meeting my uncle, I felt really comfortable
around him.
"I thought I was the only person who felt that way. Who was
interested in what was in a man's pants and not what was inside a
woman's dress."
"No! There's lots of us. Ever feller who works for us is like
that. We play with each other's peckers all day long. Suckin' on
them, strokin' each other, and fucking each other. Though none of
us gets to fuck as much as we want."
I gulped.
Pa took my hand and rubbed it against his cheek. I stared at
my hand. It was hard for all that to sink in.
"Ben Morris didn't shoot inside you, did he?"
"No. I think he was only in my mouth a few seconds. Someone
saw us go into the broom closet."
"That's good," Pa said. "I really wanted to be the first."
"It's your pa's right as your father."
I shook my head. "Well, it's fine with me!" Pa grinned at me.
"But are you sure you want me?"
Josh laughed. I looked at him.
"Let me tell you somethin' cause your pa is too shy to admit
it. Your pa is in love with you. I'm talkin' romantic love. It's
hard to get him to talk about somethin' else. Now that I met you,
I know why."
My eyes widened. I looked at Pa, who looked uncomfortable and
at Josh, who was grinning. I thought maybe it was a joke.
"That's not very funny."
"Wasn't meant to be. It's the honest truth. Tell him, Willy!
He has a right to know how you feel."
Pa looked uncomfortable. "It's true, Jack. I'm crazy about
you. Ever time I see you I want to hold you and kiss you. You is
all I can think about. Ever time I shoot my bolt, I pretend I'm
doin' it in you. We both been pretendin', son."
I closed my eyes. It was a dream. That's what it was. I was
going to wake up and I'd be sleeping on my cot in the saloon.
"Can you love me that way, Jack? As a man? Not just as your
father?"
I smiled at Pa. "Yes, Pa. I think I already love you that
way. But why do you look unhappy about it?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same."
"Oh, Pa."
I leaned my head on him.
"You may have trouble believin' that, Jack, but I will tell
you somethin' else about us Johnsons. Not only do we like
peckers, but we like them on our kin folk. Now most folks don't
approve of sex with their kin. But Johnson boys want Johnson men.
And Johnson men want Johnson boys. Johnsons give each other what
they want, with no holdin' back. To your Pa, your Uncle Luke, and
me, you is just about the most beautiful critter there is. It's
tradition in our family for a father to take all his pleasure in
his son's body. Wives are just for bearing sons. You is named
after our Pa, Jack. He told us that he slept in his pa's bed with
him ever single night and his ma slept on a chair. His pa never
had sex with his wife again. Only with him."
I stared at him and shook my head. Our family sure was
different.
"So that's why I think Pa is so sexy."
"Yes. And I feel the same way bout you, Jack," Pa said. "I
ache to bury my bone inside you. I want a lick you all over."
"Your pa wants you just as fierce as you want him. Maybe even
more. You is real lucky in a way. You got three Johnson peckers
to play with, plus the hired hands. We had to share one. If you
like man milk, and you probly will, you can get it at home all
day long."
"You want me, too?" I asked Uncle Josh. He took my hand and
placed it on his pecker. It was hard. "Feel me. You did that,
Jack. My cock is hard cause I want you. I want sex with you.
Peckers don't lie. That stiff rod there tells you exactly how I
feel about you." I looked at him. "There's nothin' I would like
better than for you to take that thing out a my pants, kiss it,
and then suck it until I shoot in your mouth. I can't hardly wait
to feed you my spunk." I gulped. There was fire in his eyes. "I
think you are beautiful and I want to fuck you, Jack. I want to
look at your beautiful face while I empty my nuts into your
sweet, young body."
I gulped again.
"Why don't the two of you get to know each other. Willy, take
your clothes off. Your son needs your pecker bad. It's time to
give your boy what he needs."
Pa started to get undressed.
"Take your clothes off, Jack. I wanna see you naked."
"Yes, Pa."
We both undressed. I kept stopping as I watched Pa. When we
were both naked, Pa pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms
around me. Josh reached over and squeezed my pecker.
"I love you, baby."
"Oh, Pa. I love you!"
"Baby, I ain't gonna ever have a wife. I would be right
honored if you would take her place in my bed and in my life."
I started crying, but I was happy. "Yes, Pa. I will."
He hugged me.
I looked in his beautiful eyes. Then I felt Pa's moustache.
"I love your moustache, Pa. I have wanted to feel it for a
long time."
He smiled at me. I stroked his stubbly cheek.
"Pa, why were you with Ma if you don't like women?"
"I wanted to have a son but I didn't want to marry a woman.
Once you were born, when I was with your ma, I pretended you was
under me. I wanted to hold you in my arms while my pecker was
buried inside you. It was you I wanted, darlin'."
"But you had sex with her every week."
"I wanted to see you and ever week I gave her money for you."
I had no idea. Ma had never told me that Pa was paying to
help raise me.
"Oh, Pa. I'm so happy. I thought I was a terrible person for
wanting you. I wanted to be under you when you was with Ma. I
thought only a shameless person would want their father the way I
want you. I wanted to bend over and beg you to breed me."
"Nope," Josh said. "You is just a Johnson boy. A Johnson boy
through and through!"
I nodded.
Pa kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my
mouth. I moaned as Pa pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was
wonderful. Pa's tongue moved around slowly in my mouth, like a
lazy river. I licked at it and rubbed his tongue with mine. We
held each other tightly while we kissed. Josh ran his hand over
my legs and then he took hold of my pecker. He began stroking it.
I have to tell you, I felt very wanted at that moment. These two
handsome men wanted me. I felt Pa push Josh's hand off my pecker.
Pa started stroking my rod as we kissed. Josh rubbed my stomach
and chest while Pa stroked me. I started feeling Pa. He was real
hairy. I liked that a lot. It's what made me like Ben Morris. Ben
was hairy, too. I thought hairy men were more manly. I felt Pa's
chest.
Pa pulled away from our kiss. "I've wanted your hands on me
for years, baby."
"I wanted you, Pa. I've wanted to touch you and kiss every
part of your body. I love your pecker so much. I think it's the
prettiest thing I ever saw."
Pa grinned at me.
"It's yours, baby. Any time you want it, you know where it
is."
"Right between your pappy's legs," Josh said. "I feel that
way, too, Jack, and so will your uncle Luke," Josh said.
I smiled at Josh.
"I am so happy. I am afraid I will wake up and find I've been
dreaming. I had a dream about you once, Pa. I was holding your
pecker while we kissed. I was so upset when I woke up."
"This is real, son. You can always touch me. I want you to do
it."
"Jack, you got men who love you. Men who want you. You don't
need no Ben Morris. Your pa and your uncles will make sure you
have all the man meat you need," Josh said.
"It's wonderful. I barely know you, Josh, but I love you."
"I love you, too, darlin'. I can tell you's a sweetheart.
Maybe your Pa will let you sleep in my bed from time to time."
"I don't know. I been dreamin' for years of sleepin' with my
boy in my arms. Maybe later."
"Fair enough," Josh said.
I smiled at Pa and stroked his cheek. I could see the love in
his eyes. I guess I never noticed it before, because his pecker
was always distracting me!"
I couldn't see Pa's pecker because I was sitting on his lap.
I reached under me and pulled it up so it was against his belly.
"Do you really think it's the purtiest thing you ever saw?"
Pa asked me.
"I do, Pa. I stroke myself two or three times a day thinking
about it."
"Oh, Jack! That makes me so happy!"
Pa looked happy and proud. I hugged him and sighed. I looked
around. It was spring and flowers were blooming. We were passing
a field full of yellow and red wildflowers.
"It prettier than that," I said, pointing at the flowers.
"Tastes better, too," Josh said.
I laughed. Then I reached down and rubbed my thumb over the
end of Pa's pecker. It was drooling. Ben told me when his did it,
that it was because it liked me so much. Nobody but Ben and I
knew that I had been stroking him for a couple of years. Whenever
he was too broke to do Ma, which was most of the time, I would
stroke him for free. It was our secret. I loved watching him
shoot. I loved seeing that string of his cream shooting out the
end of his pecker. He kept wanting to shoot on my face, but I
never let him do it. I loved stroking him and knowing I was the
one making him shoot. Ben's pecker was bigger than Pa's, and that
was a secret, too. I thought Pa's was prettier, though.
"He likes me. Ben told me when they get wet that's what it
means."
"He don't just like you, son. He loves you. Gawd, he does!
"I need to feed you, baby. Get down on your knees."
Josh stopped the buggy. I did as Pa said. I knelt between
Pa's legs. I looked at his pretty pecker. I leaned forward and
kissed it. Then I rubbed it all over my face.
"Oh, lord!" Pa shouted. "Lord, almighty!"
I noticed movement and looked over to see Josh undressing.
I took the end of Pa's pecker into my mouth. I did exactly
what Ben told me. I sucked on the end and stroked it with my
hands. Pa leaned back and stretched his arms out on the top of
the buggy seat. He looked so sexy! And he was mine. After about a
minute, Pa started moaning.
"You got a hungry mouth on your pecker, Willy."
"Oh, lord! I know!"
"Feed your boy. Don't hold nothin' back! He needs good, rich,
Johnson cream. Empty your nuts into his mouth. It's why you had a
son. It's his purpose. Feed him the same stuff you shot into his
ma."
I sped up my stroking. Pa groaned and began shooting in my
mouth. A blast hit the back of my throat and I started
swallowing. Josh pushed a finger into my butt and that alone made
me shoot. My spunk shot onto the buggy while Pa's filled my
mouth. I moaned around his pretty pecker. Josh wrapped his hand
around my pole and pulled it away.
"Here Willy. Taste your boy's cream."
Pa was still shooting in my mouth, but I tilted my head
enough to see Josh put his fingers in Pa's mouth. Pa moaned as he
sucked my cream off my uncle's fingers. My uncle's pretty pecker
was stiff and a strand of drool dripped from it onto my arm. It
was too much! I closed my eyes and concentrated on Pa's rod in my
mouth. I could taste his milk. It tasted odd, but I loved it. My
pa made it for me. I kept stroking his pecker with my hands, but
he was shooting less and less. Finally, I couldn't taste any
more. I swallowed what was left. Pa sighed in relief.
"Hot damn! That was tasty!" I said.
Pa and Josh laughed.
"He's a Johnson," they both said, at the same time. We all
laughed.
"You want more, boy?" Uncle Josh asked.
"Can I have yours, Uncle Josh?"
"Yup! Nephew, the answer to that question is always goin' a
be yes. That means you don't have to ask. You can just wrap your
lips round our peckers whenever the need hits you. I mean that.
No one asks at home when they want another man's pecker. They
just go after it. You need to do the same. Ever one of us would
be right pleased to suddenly feel your soft lips on our peckers.
We want you drinkin' our cream. You'd a been drinkin' it your
whole life if you'd a been with us. At home, men will come up to
you and take their pleasure from you. They won't ask. If you
ain't in the mood, just tell them so. And call me Josh, Jack."
I grinned at him and he grinned back. He sat and pushed his
pecker down.
"Have yourself a drink, boy!"
"Yes, Josh." I got between his legs and looked at his pecker.
It looked a lot like Pa's. It was a little bigger around. I
pulled the foreskin back and looked at it. It had a nice shape. I
licked it a couple of times before I took the end in my mouth.
Josh sighed. I began stroking the shaft with my hands.
"You need to get started stretching him out. There's oil
behind the seat," Josh said. "I picked up some things for the
party."
I pulled off his pecker.
"Party?"
"It's a welcome party, son."
I smiled at Pa and then began sucking Josh again.
I reached out for Josh's balls with one hand.
"Oh, that's nice. I like my balls tugged on," he told me. I
did that and Josh sighed. "Perfect, just perfect."
I was glad.
My uncle tasted good. I looked up at him and he winked at me.
"Havin' a good time?"
I was. I couldn't tell him. My mouth was full.
"Your boy looks happy."
"He does."
I was!
Pa moved next to me. I could feel his hairy body rubbing
against mine. I sighed. I was completely contented. I guess
that's just how Johnsons are.
Pa pushed two fingers inside me. It burned. I knew getting
cornholed would hurt. But I wanted Pa. I had wondered what I was
going to do with my life. I was afraid I would have to find a
girl and marry her. Now I knew. I would be my father's wife.
Since I was taking the place of a wife for him, he needed to be
able to take pleasure from my body that way-pain or no pain. He
said he wanted to hold me in his arms with his pecker buried
inside me, and now I wanted that, too. I wanted it very much. I
concentrated on Josh's pole in my mouth. I wanted his cream. I
started stroking him faster.
"We got us an eager boy!" Josh said.
"Feed my son, Josh."
"I will. I'm goin' a feed your boy a couple of times a day,
if he'll let me."
I was definitely going to let him.
Pa stroked my pecker with one hand while he stroked my
insides with his two fingers. It was hurting less. I figured this
was the stretching Josh had mentioned.
"Uh," Josh grunted. Then he grunted again. "Oh, sweet baby,
here it comes!"
His pecker started shooting in my mouth. His warm seed hit
the back of my throat and I swallowed it. It tasted just like
Pa's. Josh's pecker shot three blasts into me, before slowing. I
kept sucking until his rod softened. Then I let it out of my
mouth.
"I think I love man cream!"
They both laughed.
"I can't wait to taste Uncle Luke's."
"He will feed you as soon as we get you home. The hired hands
will, too."
"I don't know where you live. Is it a long way?"
"It's about an hour from town," Josh said. "Up in the hills."
"Do you have a ranch?"
"We have livestock-mostly for eating, but we don't really
work the land. We got gold on our land in a couple of streams.
Not enough to get really rich, but plenty to live on. We also
have a hot spring on our land."
"So do the hired hands pan for gold?"
"Sometimes-when we get low on money. They can keep a fifth of
what they find, so some of them spend their free time doin' it.
The rest the family gets, and it pays the hired hands' wages and
food. But mostly they guard our property and take care a the
animals. We don't want folks taking our gold or seein' what we do
in the hot spring."
"What do you do in it?"
Josh grinned. "We wash ourselves in it and we have sex."
"Really?"
"Yup. You will have a fine time with six or eight naked,
soapy men all tryin' to rub themselves all over you. If you want
more cream than your pa and uncles can give you, the hired hands
would love to get their poles in your mouth."
"And ass," Pa added.
"Yeah. There, too. As a matter of fact, we is hopin' you will
let them fuck you."
I gulped.
"My life sure is going to be different."
"Better, I hope," Pa said. He was still moving his fingers
inside me.
"Are any of the hired hands hairy? I like that."
"Course you do! Your pa and uncles is like that. We like it,
too. Yup, most of them is hairy. Specially Colonel MacPherson."
"Who's that?" I asked.
"He handles the hired hands. He runs the place. He was a
colonel in the union army until he came here after the war. A
soldier under him came to work for us, and he wrote the Colonel.
He came out and met us. We hired him. Since he is used to
organizing men, he is a good man for the job. He makes sure no
one makes it onto our land uninvited. He is real hairy. Even his
back is covered with hair. Your uncle Luke calls him Colonel
Bear. He thinks he looks like a grizzly."
I wanted to see him!
"What does he think about the sex?"
"He loves it."
"Oh, he likes men?"
"Oh, yeah. He will be trying to get his pecker inside you
same as the others." Josh grinned at me. "You want to taste army
cream?"
"I wonder if it tastes as good as yours."
Josh grinned. "Probly not. But it's tasty."
"You've tried it?"
Josh and Pa laughed.
"Jack, we have sex all the time. All of us. We only hire men
we want to have sex with and we try them out before we hire
them."
"I have trouble imagining it, Pa."
"I know. It's like nowhere else. That's why. You will love
it, though."
"I believe you!"
"I know you is goin' a miss your ma. Are you goin' a miss
Ben? Ellie said you was too fond of him," Pa said.
"Oh. I liked him, but I wasn't in love. Well, maybe I did
love his pecker."
Josh laughed and slapped his thigh.
I laughed, too. "I would much rather have sex with the two of
you."
"Does he like women?" Josh asked.
"Oh, yeah. Least he talks about them all the time. None of
them pay him any attention. I was just available. He wouldn't
have given me the time of day if he could afford a woman. But
that was fine. I didn't love him."
"Well, we cain't hire him, then," Josh said.
"I don't want him round, anyway," Pa said. "He had Jack afore
I did."
I looked at him. Was he jealous? It made me feel important to
him.
"Pa, I pretended he was you. You are the man I always wanted.
You were always showing me your beautiful rod, but I could never
touch it. Or I thought I couldn't. Every time you left, I was
desperate."
"You got no cause to be shamed," Josh said. "Willy, why the
hell wasn't you in that broom closet with your boy? The two of
you could a sneaked off and had fun. You could a given your boy
what he needed."
"Ellie wouldn't leave me alone with Jack more'n a couple
minutes. I think she probly feared I would take him from her. I
kept tellin' her you didn't belong in a saloon. I asked to take
you to meet your uncles and she said they could come meet you in
the saloon. I wanted to teach you to ride a horse, but she said
wouldn't leave the saloon and she wouldn't let you go without
her. If I snuck into the saloon, lookin' for Jack, someone would
a called for Ellie or told her I was there. She would a got
suspicious."
"Just like a female, always stickin; their noses in ever
thing," Josh said. "It's cause they don't have peckers to stick
into ever thing."
I laughed.
"Well, I'm glad you tried, Willy. You bout ready to breed
your son?"
"Oh, yeah. I been ready a long time."