Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 14:14:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cabbage_Patch_Cowboy_Part_01

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CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY PART 1
By Waddie Greywolf


Waddie Lovejoy was five years old when WWII was over. Bells and sirens were
going off everywhere. He remembered being taken to the town park where
everyone was crying and hugging each other.  Waddie heard church bells
sounding, sirens screaming, people shooting guns, car horn's honking and
someone was blowing a bugle.  There was food, fireworks, music and dancing,
but what he remembered most was the ice cream. It was the first time he'd
ever eaten ice cream and he decided right away it was his favorite food.
He didn't know what all the hubbub was about, he had no idea what war was
or why it was over.

He heard two of his uncles and an aunt would be coming home from the
service.  He didn't know what 'the service' was but he was happy they were
coming home.  If it meant more ice cream for him he could only hope he had
several more aunts and uncles coming home.

It was a wonderful day for everyone. Waddie was hugged and kissed a lot
that day.  He wasn't sure why but it seemed everyone wanted to hold him and
pet him. That was all right with him.  It usually meant another dish of ice
cream from someone who just couldn't eat another bite.  Waddie sure as hell
could.

Everyone remarked what a good looking, cute kid he was. He had a natural
dimple in his little, square chin and platinum blond hair.  He had the
deepest blue eyes and a twinkle in his smile that said, 'Aww, go on, you
know you wanna' love me.' However, he met his match;... literally.

His Uncle Buck came home from the war and hadn't put him down more than a
hand full of times in the two weeks since he'd been home.  The day after he
met his nephew he went out and bought him a cowboy hat of his own just like
his.  Waddie looked like he belonged in his uncle's big arms. A huge cowboy
and a little cowboy.  Everyone started calling Waddie, 'Little Buck.'
Waddie loved that. He'd fallen hopelessly in love with the big cowboy who
held him.

 Waddie grew tired of the excitement and was satisfied to curl up in his
big cowboy buddy's arms and go to sleep as the crowd watched fireworks that
evening.  Waddie had just gotten out of the hospital. He almost died of
abuse and neglect. He was still gaining his strength back and tired
easily. He was currently living with his big uncle because things were not
going well for him in his regular home.

Waddie's buddy, Buckley Livingstone Claymore, was a young, twenty five year
old man who was the epitome of a West Texas cowboy. Buck and Waddie's dad,
Morgan Stanley Lovejoy, were best buds. They were the same age, and grew up
being inseparable friends. The town folk thought of them as a set of
bookends.  Where ever you found Buck you could bet Morgan was nearby.  Even
though they weren't blood relations, Waddie was told to call the big
cowboy, Uncle Buck, because he and Waddie's dad were as close as brothers.

They certainly didn't look like brothers. While both men had the bodies of
athletes, Morgan had a more even spread of muscles.  Buck had the body of a
bull and a neck to match.  When he got mad and his nostrils flared, Buck
looked like a bull; to say nothing of what lay warm between his massive
thighs. They each lettered every year in high school in football, baseball,
and basket ball. They even won all four years in team roping competition in
the all state high school rodeo.

 Morgan was the larger of the two men.  He was half Cajun and half American
Indian. His dark olive, ruddy, complection was strikingly set off by his
coal black hair and piercing steel grey eyes. He always wore his hair in a
short brush cut.  The first day of grade school Morgan walked up to Buck,
looked him up and down, then spoke to him.

"You'll do."

"Do what?" Buck asked.

" . . . to be my buddy; my friend.  My dad says every kid needs a best
buddy, a friend and I want you."

They were the biggest two boys in the class and it made sense to Morgan
they should be buddies.  Besides, he thought Buck was the best looking kid
he ever saw.  Buck looked Morgan up and down and decided the same thing and
thought,

'Humm,....this good looking kid could have any kid here for a buddy and he
wants me? Bet chur' ass I'll be your buddy.'

"Be proud to be your buddy, . . . names Buck, Buck Claymore."  Buck said
sticking out his hand.  Morgan took it and looked into his eyes.

"I'm Morgan.  Morgan Lovejoy, Buddy.  Proud to be your buddy, too."  That
was the start of a friendship that lasted over sixty years.

School work was easy for Morgan and he was one of two top students in his
class. Morgan was mostly peaceful, easy going, considerate, with a quick
wit and well developed sense of humor.  He was capable of great love and
loyalty. Buck wasn't a small man by any means and outweighed Morgan a good
thirty pounds.  He had a fair complection and blond hair.  His deep blue
eyes twinkled with mischief.

"He has the devil in him." many folks were heard to say as they laughed
about something outrageously funny Buck said or did.

Buck had a big, well defined, square jawed face that made him look like a
poster child for the Marine Corps.  He had a dimple in his chin so
pronounced, it was hard for him to shave without cutting himself.  He was
warm, affectionate, compassionate, honest to a fault, loving and without a
mean bone in his body.  He was slow to anger but never backed down from a
confrontation.

Learning was more difficult for Buck; not because he was dumb or slow to
learn.  He had trouble focusing his mind for a given period to learn what
needed to be learned at the time. Morgan made quick work of taking Buck
under his wing, setting him down and teaching him how to study.  He taught
him how and what to learn and to do it in the least amount of time.  Time
was set aside for study every evening and that's what they did.  It helped
Buck to be taught to keep a regular schedule.  He worshiped and adored
Morgan for teaching him, and demanding he learn how to focus.

After one year of being Morgan's running buddy, Buck's grades were in the
top two or three of his class.  He was thrilled.  Morgan was proud of him
and Buck's parents saw their relationship as a benefit to both; so did
Morgan's.  Teaching Buck and being forced to know the subjects a little
better to lead his buddy meant his test scores improved as well.

They became inseparable friends. Their families never worried where the
boys were.  They were either at Buck's house or Morgans.  After a while,
there was rarely any phoning to ask if Morgan could stay over or if Buck
could stay over.  The boys evenly divided their time between homes.  The
menu for the evening meal was usually the deciding factor.

 Their mother's gave up buying separately for the boys.  Several times a
year they went shopping together and bought enough clothes for both. They
couldn't get the boys to go along so they bought them what they thought
they might like. If it was simple with no frills it got worn a lot. If it
was too flashy, colorful or called attention to them, it sat in the bottom
of the drawer.

Buck and Morgan didn't much care what they wore, as long as there was clean
clothes in the drawer. They wore each other's clothes.  What ever was left
at one house was washed and put away and so it was at the other's house.
If clothes got overbalanced at one house the boys were given a cardboard
box of clean clothes to take to the other mother to put away.

They were all the time helping Buck's dad on their ranch and then they'd
help Morgan's dad and grand dad on theirs.  Buck's family accepted Morgan
as their other son and the Lovejoy's, Morgan's folks, love Buck as their
own.

The boys were pretty much exclusive with each other as friends. They went
all through school together, played sports and rodeoed together; however,
they never discouraged any boy from being with them or playing sports
together.  They always had a group of eight to fifteen boys following them
around who wanted to spend time with them. They were the leaders in
everything in the small town school.  They never discouraged the younger,
smaller boys from joining in and even encouraged them. They wouldn't allow
the older boys to mistreat them either.

>From the beginning, Morgan and Buck had an affinity for the small, fat,
clumsy, fearful, last chosen kid in school.  They encouraged them, picked
them for their teams and wouldn't allow the other kids to make fun of them.
The other kids began to understand the strength of giving to the weak makes
everyone stronger.  Everyone would join in rooting for the shy, smaller
kids.

Many greatly improved and became pretty fair athletes because Buck and
Morgan believed in them.  They credited their two, big, best friends, Buck
and Morgan, for their courage to try.  It carried over into the kid's adult
lives and developed their self-confidence to become good citizens of their
community.  Morgan and Buck formed many strong, long lasting, good
friendships on the playground that saw them in good stead with their
neighbors later in life.

No one in their school ever said anything about their close friendship; not
even in jest. Morgan and Buck were two big enough and mean enough, kick-ass
cowboys they were treated with respect. They weren't bullies; on the
contrary, they treated everyone with the same respect. They treated the
young school kids with love and respect as well. They were the first a kid
would run to if they were hurt or being mistreated.

Morgan learned from Buck to always stop, take time and be genuinely
interested in the least of the kid's plights.  That alone would reduce any
child's problem by half. They had two big brothers who cared about each and
every one of them and would take time to listen.

On the first day of school, parents would point out the two biggest,
meanest looking boys on the playground to their children and tell them if
they got into trouble or needed help to go to Buck or Morgan. They never
failed to try to help any kid who needed them. Everyone in the community
loved Buck and Morgan especially the kids.  They felt safe at school with
Buck and Morgan around.

There were very few kids who were picked on or mistreated while Buck and
Morgan were attending school and they managed to pass their torch down to
younger generations.  Any kid who thought he was tough enough to bully
another kid was warned twice not to do it again. God help him if he tried a
third time. He never tried for a fourth.

Sometimes they went eye to eye with an angry parent whose kid got his butt
stomped because he was a bully, but the parents of the kid who was bullied
always backed them up. Usually, the bully's parent looked at their kid in
shock.

"You did that to this little kid?  You're gonna' really get it when we get
home, young man.  I won't be raising no Goddamn bully in my home!"  Then
they'd shake hands with Buck and Morgan and apologize.

"Sorry, Guys, I didn't know.  If you catch him do'n it again, you have my
full permission to set him straight.  When I see you've done your job,
he'll get it again when he gets home; no questions asked."

Buck and Morgan always had a game or a rodeo going somewhere.  They went
hunting and fishing and were never heard to have an argument in all those
years.  They enjoyed each other's company and spent most of their time
together. That closeness and comradery continued all their lives.

No one in the small community ever whispered a word about the possibility
that Buck and Morgan might be, . . .  uhmm, . . . you know, . . . . 'that
way.'  (Of course before nineteen-fifty there was no such thing as 'gays.'
You were just 'shy.')

Buck and Morgan certainly didn't meet the definition of being 'shy.'  Far
from it, but the truth was, when they were alone, in private, they couldn't
keep their hands off each other.  They rarely showed any overt affection in
public other than to put an arm around a shoulder while walking along in
deep discussion or a hug at winning a game or rodeo; however, let them be
in private for an evening and all their clothes came off.

They didn't always fall into lustful sex. They liked to see each other's
bodies and didn't feel shy looking at each other.  They did homework
together in the raw. They listened to radio in the nude. Anytime they were
in 'their' room at either house, they were 'buck ass' naked.

They each had a large bedroom on the second floor of their homes and their
parents never came to their door without announcing their presence and then
waiting.  They respected the boy's privacy.  During warm months the boys
would sleep in their dad's barns.  Every country boy knows the freedom of
sleeping on a blanket in the hay with your best bud.

They found out about sex through experimentation as young boys. They did it
a lot when they were small but tapered off as they approached puberty due
to lack of interest.  Then after Mr. hormone dropped their testicles, their
voices began to deepen, and ape turf appeared in the appropriate places,
there appeared a new dawning of interest in sex.

Buck and Morgan would stand around and watch the old cowboys breed the
stallions to the mares in the early fall to get summer foals.  They'd watch
the big male animals mount and fuck the females.  Sometimes the stud would
get over anxious and have difficulty finding the mare's cunt. One of the
old cowboys would grab the big stallion by his dick and guide him into her.

Buck and Morgan wondered why all the old cowboys, their dad's and grand
dad's had large wet spots at the crotch in their levis; why most of them
would rub their penises that grew stiff in their pants?  They could see
them hard and outlined through the stretched fabric. The men would get into
the spirit of urging the stallion on.

"He's gettin' her really good this time, Johnny!  Wow, look at the son of a
bitch fuck her. You know damn well she's gotta' be enjoy'n that.  Watch
her, see, . . . see how she keeps backing up to him, begging him for more.

Damned, if she ain't a whore.  That's it, girl!  Put it up there for that
stud; shake that tail in his face; let him know how bad you want it. You
know you want his baby.  Don't be shy girl, back up to him, take him.

'At's it, 'atta girl, take that big horse dick deep in your big pussy.
'At's it, 'at's it, girl.  Holy fuck, look at that stud go.  J'ever seen a
stud fuck a mare like that, Johnny?"

Many of the men would ejaculate in their pants watching.  No man in the
community missed the couple of evenings the horses were bred.  Buck and
Morgan wouldn't have missed it for the world. After they reached puberty
they understood why the wet spots appeared in all the men's levis. It
appeared in theirs about the age of eleven.  From then on, sex took on a
new dimension.

After watching and listening for several hours to dirty, filthy, wonderful
cowboy sexual talk disguised in the form of urging the stallions on, they'd
go back to their barn and play stallion and mare. At first they fought each
other tooth and nail over who was going to play the stallion. After a while
they'd fight tooth and nail to see who was going to play the mare.

"Goddamn it, Buck!  You got to be the mare last time. It's my turn.
Besides, your ole dick is about the right size to be a stallion. Come on
Buck, have a heart, don't you want me to have your foal come summer?"

Both men would be rolling in the hay with laughter and that would finally
do it for Buck to give in to his buddy, Morgan.  They would imitate the
exact way the stallions fucked the mares. They watched closely and
memorized every violent thrust.  They spoke detailed descriptions back and
forth to each other. From the rough mounting to the immediate onset of
rough, animal like rutting.  The man playing the part of the mare would
usually create the same running dialog they heard from the old cowboys.

"Goddamn, Buck!" Morgan would start the dialog after Buck slammed his big
piece of fat, cowboy dick to the hilt in Morgan's ass,

"Did you see the way that stud took her. C' mon, Stud, don't be shy.  Plant
that big horse dick deep in her pussy.  Make her feel it, Stud, . . . see,
look at her, look at her back that ass up for that stud to get deeper in a'
her."

Morgan would put his ass up and back up to meet Buck's hard thrusts.

"See, she want's it.  She's a fucking whore, Buck, look at her. Look at how
much she's enjoying that stud's big horse cock.  Damn!  That's one of the
finest studs we got.  He ain't never failed to make them mares want more.
 Look at him open her up. Damnation!

Wow!  Go for it, Stud.  She wants your baby.  Make sure she gets it.  C'
mon, Stud.  She wants your baby, Stud.  Awww damn, he's really fucking her
cunt good, Buck.  Shoot that big horse load up her hot pussy, Stud. Forget
the mare, Buck.  Your buddy, Morgan, wants your baby, Stud.  Make me
pregnant you big, horse dicked son of a bitch.  C' mon, Cowboy, ride you
buddy's ass down hard.  Slap some leather, Buckaroo.  Spur your cayuse hard
in the flank, Buck.

To hell with them kindness rowels, make your buddy give you the best ride.
You love me don'cha?  Don'cha, Cowboy?  I'll give you a Goddamn foal or a
son, whatever you want, Buck, just fuck me harder, Cowboy.  C' mon Buck,
you can fuck me harder'n 'at.  You done it before, Hoss.  Oh, damn, Fucker!
Now you're gettin' it.  Yeah!  Now, . . .'at's some good fuck'n right
there, Stud.  Oh, yeah!  Fuck it good, Buddy!

I can't hold out much longer, a minute, no make that, awwww, Goddaaammn,
Stud!  I feel it shooting.  My horse pussy's trying to bite your stud's
dick off inside of her. Goddamn it!  Fuck me, Stud!  'At's it!  'At's it!
Now you're busting her cunt, Stud!  Get it goooood, Buck!  Fill me up,
Buck!  Gimme' all you got, Sweet baby!  Oh, oh,... damnation!  That be
good!  That be better'n good, Buck.  That be fuck'n fantastic!

Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Ooooooh!  Shiiiiit!  I feel it, Buck, emptying your horse
dick into me, Cowboy.  Oh, shit, hell, damn, fuck!  Your mare's catching
your seed, Stud, your hot horse come.  Keep pumping it in my gut you hot,
fucking son of a bitch!  I need it all, Buck!  Don't cheat your bud,
Darlin.' You want that baby, you gotta' fill me up, Stud.  Aaww, daammnn,
you're filling me up, Buck.  I can feel it!  'At's good!  'At's good!  I
was a quart low, anyway.  Damn, you fucked me good, Stud.  Fucked the snot
out 'a me!  Oh, hell, it's gotta' be a pretty baby, Buck!"

Buck would nail Morgan's ass to the blanket on the hay bail. They were more
gentle when they discovered anal sex but now they both liked raw, rutting,
butt busting, animal sex.  The harder the better and the one playing the
stallion always made sure his mare shot with him or he'd fuck her 'til she
did.  Then they would fall together in exhaustion, kissing, complementing
each other how good they played their part, what the foal or child would
look like, and most of all how much they loved each other.

One hot summer night as the boys were about to go to sleep in each other's
arms Buck got thoughtful.

"Morgan? Do you think having sex with each other makes us queer?"

"Do you feel queer when we have sex?"

"Aww, hell, no.  I feel loved and feel like I give you love. I'd like to
see any queer take it up the ass the way we do?"  They punched and giggled
with each other.

"Do you have feelings for other men?" Morgan asked.

"Do you?" Buck asked back.

"Yeah, once in a while, but I sure as hell wouldn't do nothing about it.
Besides, I wanna' save it for my buddy.  What if you needed your itch
scratched and I'd all ready used my itch scratcher up?"

"Yeah, me, too.  Once in a while I'll see some dude, like old Quinton, I
think might be fun to lay down with and then I think about my buddy who
gives me more'n I probably need and it goes away."

"Why'd 'ju ask?  You having problems?  You wanna' quit? I'd miss it but I'd
respect your wishes.  I wouldn't stop loving you.  You might have to let me
suck you off once in a while until you weaned me."  Morgan said with a
straight face.  Buck roared with laugher.

"Until I WHAT?"  Buck started laughing, "Until I weaned you?"  He started
tickling Morgan until they got aroused again and spent half the night
making man love to each other.  After they settled down again, Buck gently
kissed Morgan.

"If I'm a' gonna' wean you, who the hell's gonna' wean me?  I can't get
enough of you now.  I sit in class and start remembering how good your come
tastes, the flavor of your butt hole and I pop a boner ever time. My mouth
starts a' watering and I have ta' keep swallowing to keep from look'n like
a Goddamn idiot with drool running down the corners of my mouth.  My old
dick starts dripping so's I can't get up from study hall when the bell
rings.  Don't go gettin' no stupid idea in your head I wanna' stop.  Ever
watch a drug addict go cold turkey?"

"No." said Morgan.

"S'not pretty.  You wouldn't want to see it.  Well, that's how I'd be if'n
you cut me off.  Fuck it, Morgan, if it's queer to love you and do what we
do then I'm a fucking queer.  My love for you ain't gonna' stop me from
marrying and having kids.  Hell, we'll always have each other.  Maybe not
on the same level but we'll find time to be by ourselves.  Hunting,
fishing, making like we're out getting drunk together, . . . all the time
playing hide the little green snake."

"I want to have a family, too." said Morgan, "I love kids and want a son of
my own.  I hope he's just like you, Buck.  I pray he'll have the same
qualities you have. That's more than I could ask for in a kid, but you're
right, we'll always have each other.  No one will come between us. You
know, my brother, anytime you ever need a stallion or a mare, I'll be there
for you."

Buck got tears in his eyes from Morgan's words of love.

"Shit, Morgan! Ain't nobody ever loved me as much as you do. Can't say's
I've ever love another body the way I love you, neither. I don't think it's
queer. I sure as hell think it's special but I know it'll last our life
time.  Same goes for me, Brother.

If you're twat gets a' twitching for a stallion all you gotta' do is
whinny. If you're feeling like a randy, young stallion what needs to make a
filly foal, you come a' snort'n around my flanks sniffin' my hole to see
if'n I'd be receptive, I promise, with this old whore of a mare you won't
have to sniff too much."  Buck laughed at his own joke.  "I'd be right
proud to have you mount me and catch your stallion's seed, Cowboy, anytime,
day or night.  I'd be backing my old mare's cunt right up to that hot
cowboy-stud's dick what was fucking me.

They call them damn mares down to the rodeo grounds whores when they look
like their enjoying the stud fucking them.  I never understood why they'd
call her a whore or a slut just 'cause she seemed to enjoy gettin' fucked?

Hell, them poor bastards ain't never seen no whore 'til old Buck gives it
up to his buddy, Morgan.  Now, if'n they want's to see themselves a whore,
we'll show them sons a' bitches a real whore, won't we, Bubba?"  Buck
exclaimed.  They both rolled around in the hay laughing their ass's off.

"Goddamn it, Buck!"  Morgan said laughing, "If you don't stop we ain't
gonna' get a lick a' sleep tonight and you know your dad wants us to help
him get the rest of that hay in tomorrow.  Now, kiss me, throw your arms
around me and lets get some sleep."

The two young men gently kissed.  Buck got in the spoon position behind
Morgan and had his arms around him.  They lay quiet for several minutes.

"That better not be what I think it is a' knocking at my back door,
Cowboy."  Morgan said sternly.  Buck rolled on his back in gales of
laughter.  Morgan didn't want to encourage him because he could be as weak
as Buck.  He lay on his side trying not to let Buck see he was about to
bust a gut laughing himself.  Buck rolled back and grabbed him even tighter
and kissed him on the neck.

"Morgan?"

"Yeah, Sweet baby?"

"I love you."

"No more'n I love you, Bubba."

It was that night the two boys began to look at life, their relationship,
and their future as young men.  They agreed and understood their need and
love for each other.  They refused to deny it even though they knew their
lives would inevitably change. Their graduation from high school was less
than a year away and they knew they'd be going off to war.

Buck and Morgan went to enlist. Buck lied about his age and enlisted at the
age of seventeen. He wouldn't be eighteen until that August when he
graduated from high school. Because he was a big man he got away with it.
Morgan was all ready eighteen. Buck was taken but Morgan was rejected
because he had flat feet. Morgan never knew he had flat feet and never
understood why it would keep him from fighting for his country.

Buck fought in two European campaigns and was on Iwo Jima.  He led a charge
into a Japanese pill box nest with five other men that turned the tide for
the Americans in the battle for that island.  Buck was one of the men
raising the flag on Mount Surabachi in the famous picture that appeared in
Life magazine.  They made a bronze statue of that picture.

He was shot up so badly on Iwo Jima they sent him home; however, as bad as
he was shot he managed to drag, pull, and carry to safety four of the five
men who went with him on that charge. Buck was awarded every medal for
heroism our country had to offer and several purple hearts. He and Audey
Murphy were good friends. Buck was the second highest decorated soldier in
WW II

Buck came home two weeks before the war was over.  He was a returning hero
and everyone loved him.  He could do no wrong and his best buddy cried like
a baby in his friend's arms to have him home again.  Buck cried with him at
the ecstacy, relief, and joy of holding his beloved Morgan in his arms
again.

Waddie Lovejoy was born about nine months after Buck left for the war.
Morgan wrote Buck and told him about his new fair haired son with the
prettiest blue eyes. He sent him a small photo Buck carried in his pocket
for good luck all the time he was in combat. Morgan even gave his kid
Buck's last name as a middle name, Waddie Claymore Lovejoy.

His brother took him to the hospital to meet his new nephew when he
returned home for the war.  This huge man, capable of such unspeakable
violence, who, against the better angels of his nature killed unknown
numbers of men to protect his family, town, and way of life knew no
boundaries of gentleness as he took the small man-child into his big cowboy
arms for the first time.

Buck took one look at his namesake and his face became one big
uncontrollable grin.  Someone remarked,

"He was a' grinning like a possum eat'n a pile a' cat shit."

Waddie Claymore Lovejoy awoke in his hospital bed to see a big cowboy enter
his room in a flourish like tornado; he was looking for someone or
something.  A smile as wide as Texas came across his handsome face and
Waddie smiled the sweetest smile back at the big cowboy.  He knew he was
his Uncle Buck his dad had told him so much about.

He held out both his tiny arms for Buck to take him.  At that moment, one
of the greatest loves the world has ever known, between two men, was
born. There was no doubt in anyone's mind who witnessed their exchange,
that their two souls merged as one. Then they were three.  Where ever you
found, Morgan or Buck, their shadow, their will-o-the-wisp, their puck,
their cowboy, their Waddie, was always close.

Buck used one big arm as a perch for the boy's butt and held him steady
with the other as he looked searchingly into the two pools of the child's
liquid blue eyes. He saw the same flash of mischief in Waddie's eyes he was
said to have himself.

"Hey, Little Buddy!" he spoke softly, "So you're Uncle Buck's new nephew.
Damned, if you ain't prettier'n a speckled pup, too. You got the cutest
little dimple in your chin there.  Hell, Son, your daddy couldn't a' made
you no finer looking."

"Howdy, Uncle Buck.  Damn, you're big."  The toe-headed kid exclaimed to
the delight of the big cowboy holding him.  Buck threw back his handsome
head and laughed.

"Waddie!  You're not suppose to say 'damn.'" reminded his grandma.

"Well, hell! He's right, Momma, Buck is a damn big man." his dad came to
Waddie's defense.  Everyone laughed.

"Are you gonna' be my buddy, Uncle Buck?"  Buck Claymore hugged the boy
tight, bussed a kiss behind his ear. How could he say 'no' to this
beautiful little boy in his arms?

"Of course I'll be your buddy, Little One, count on it. Take it to the
bank; that's the only reason I came home from the war because I heard a
rumor you needed a buddy.  I'll be your buddy until I take my last breath,
Cowboy."

"Well, that's good, 'cause I'm gonna' need somebody to rodeo with."

Everyone thought that was cute, but Waddie was serious. He'd been to enough
rodeos, he knew that was what he wanted to be. He wanted to be a rodeo
cowboy like his dad and Uncle Buck. Waddie reached up to touch Buck's huge,
wide brimmed, felt cowboy hat. His dad scolded him.

"Waddie! You don't never touch a cowboy's hat. That's just not done. It's
bad manners, Son."

"Awww, hell, Morgan! My buddy can touch my hat any Goddamn time he wants
to. Here Darlin', you wanna' wear old Uncle Buck's hat, you can."

Buck put his size nine and a half hat on the small boy and it fell down
around his face.  Everyone laughed.

"Here, let me adjust it for you, Sweet baby."  Buck pushed the brim back so
Waddie's handsome little face could be seen framed in his buddy's huge hat.

"Damned, if you don't look like a buckaroo, Son."  Buck allowed.  "Your
buddy will get you one, first thing tomorrow, that'll fit your pretty
little cowboy head.  Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Sir!"  the boy smiled real big, "I love you, Uncle Buck."

"Oh Sweet baby, those be the sweetest words this cowboy's ever heard.  Your
Uncle Buck sure as hell loves you, too."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Shortly after Buck left for the war Morgan met an older woman he fell in
love with who had two kids when he married her; a boy, ten and a girl of
twelve.  Waddie came along that first year of their marriage. A week after
Buck got back from the war, the following Sunday afternoon, Buck went with
Morgan, his wife Judy, both Buck's and Morgan's parents to their small
church to have the installation of Buck as Waddie's Godfather.

It was to be a small informal, family only, service. The whole damn town
turned out.  The church was packed.  Everyone brought food and drink and
afterwards there was a picnic in the park in celebration. Buck was
installed as Waddie's Godfather. Waddie and Buck were baptized at the same
service.

Buck didn't marry until about a year after he came back from the war.  He
married his high school sweetheart, Linda Sue Davenport.  Morgan was his
best man and six year old Waddie Claymore Lovejoy, Buck's Godson was his
ring bearer.

Buck wanted a son in the worst way but they found out Linda Sue couldn't
have kids.  Buck was too much in love with Linda Sue to consider divorcing
her to marry another woman just so he could have kids. They considered
adoption but couldn't go through with it.  Buck told his best friend,

"If'n I can't have a kid from my seed then I just ain't a' gonna' have no
kids.  What the hell, I'll just share yours with you.  We've shared almost
everything else all these years.  Waddie looks more like me'n he does you
anyway."

"Well, hell, Buck!  You're his damn Godfather for cries sake.  I think that
speaks for itself."

"You know, Morgan, of all the good things you ever done for me over the
years, and it's a lot, that's the best damn thing you ever did.  I love you
for that, Brother."

The two big men hugged, slapped each other on the back and took another
pull on a hip flask of Southern Comfort Buck always carried on him.  Morgan
Lovejoy would've shared anything he owned including his son with his
brother.

Even though Waddie was told to call Buck his uncle, as time passed he began
to think of him more as his second dad.  It wasn't all by generosity or
brotherly love that Morgan saw to it Buck was Waddie's Godfather.  There
was method in his madness.

Buck tried his damnedest not to monopolize the kid but he just couldn't
turn the child away when he found his way to his arms. He tried hard not to
spoil the kid but it became increasingly difficult. Finally Buck decided
since he didn't even have one kid to spoil, spoiling Morgan's a little bit
wasn't gonna' do that much harm.

Waddie always got the best presents for Christmas and his birthday from his
Aunt Linda and Uncle Buck. He spent almost as much time with them as he did
at home.  It was just as well.  He wasn't too happy at home except for his
dad.

Morgan founded an automobile repair shop with Buck's cousin Joe Stewart.
Buck ran for sheriff of the county when he was only twenty-seven.  Buck won
and replaced the old sheriff who was known by everyone to be corrupt.  Buck
beat him easily in five other elections.  Finally, he got re-elected every
election after that because no one would run against him.  They wouldn't
have won if they did.

Waddie didn't know much about sex until his Uncle Buck had long talks with
him about where he came from.  Of course, he got Morgan's permission first,
and being his dad, Morgan didn't want the job. His Uncle Buck swore on an
oath he would never lie to his Godson about anything he asked him.  Buck
talked to Waddie by the hour.  He even drew pictures. Buck told Waddie if
he forgot and ever wanted to ask again, he was welcome to.  When Waddie
would ask his dad something about sex he'd smile and say,

"Gotta' take that up with your other dad, Son.  That's his department and
he's doing a damn fine job, too; damn fine."

Even though his uncle explained carefully he wasn't real sure he understood
it all. His Uncle Buck straightened him out about one story.  He assured
Waddie he wasn't found in the cabbage patch of the garden under a cabbage
leaf.  Waddie's ma told him that.  He started not trusting his ma after he
found out she lied to him.  If she lied to him about that, what else would
she lie to him about?

Uncle Buck and his dad had constantly impressed on him the value of telling
the truth.  He believed every word they told him and always told the truth.
After hearing in lurid detail about the biological process it takes to
produce a baby, Waddie thought if he had his druthers, he'd rather have
been found under a cabbage leaf.

Waddie was included in Buck and Morgan's relationship.  He tagged along
after them everywhere they went.  As time went by the boy began to see a
deep relationship between his dad and his Uncle Buck no one would notice
unless you were around them a lot and knew the two of them well.

Kids pick up on things quicker than adults give them credit for and Waddie
was no exception. He knew there was something different about the two men's
relationship but he didn't understand why.  It didn't really matter to him
much, hell, he was loved and included by two of the most powerful men in
their community.

Sometimes they'd be off by themselves, they'd hold each other and kiss like
he'd seen men do with women.  Waddie never thought it was unusual because
they always included him.  After they kissed each other, they'd grab him up
and kiss him, too; right on the mouth.  He knew that was part of two people
loving each other so he never asked them about it.  He just learned to
expect it.

It never bothered Waddie but he knew his dad and Buck's relationship went
beyond anything he'd witnessed between two brothers.  It wasn't overt but
it was there. They had a deep respect and love for each other like they had
something in common. It was like they shared the same secret. It certainly
wasn't like anything Waddie had with his older brother, Willie.  His older
brother rejected him completely and wanted nothing to do with him. It hurt
the boy a lot that his brother was so cold and unkind to him.

His two dads did briefly tell him once if a man had a close buddy they
sometimes expressed their love to each other by hugging or kissing in
private but never in public. Waddie was confused because Uncle Bud was his
buddy and he was all the time kissing him in public. He figured it had
something to do with age.  Uncle Buck confirmed it for him.

"That's right, Son.  As you get older it'll be less appropriate for me to
kiss you in public.  Until then,---your old Uncle's gonna' steal every damn
kiss he can from his buddy. What say?"

"I like you stealing my kisses, Uncle Buck. I save 'em up for you to steal.
Ain't nobody can steal a kiss like you can, but one of these days I'm
gonna' catch your ass, lock you in my jail, and throw away the damn key."
Buck was laughing his ass off.  He knew he was being set up but just had to
bite.

"Okay, Cowboy, where's your jail?"

"In my heart, Uncle Buck. I'm gonna' make you give every damn one of them
kisses back and then we'll talk parole."  Buck started to laugh, stopped,
hugged Waddie to him and feigned seriousness.

"Arrest me, Cowboy, I'm a' turning myself in right now."  Then they both
fell out laughing.

Morgan and Buck would almost always take Waddie hunting or fishing with
them. Besides, Buck wouldn't let Morgan leave Waddie behind for a
second. He was Buck's namesake, his God son. Buck doted on his Godson and
took his job as Godfather seriously.

Waddie got use to them taking off for a while by themselves to take a walk,
they called it. Waddie thought they were going to have a pull off Buck's
metal hip flask he always carried. When they came back they'd both be
laughing, relaxed, in a happy mood and have Southern Comfort on their
breath.

Waddie never minded that they took off by themselves.  He loved them both.
He would've hated to have to choose between them. They never put him in
that position. They were comfortable having the boy around. Their ways were
slowly becoming his ways and he fit right in.

One afternoon in the summer of his seventh year Waddie's dad and uncle took
him on a weekend fishing trip on the river near their small town.  It was
late afternoon, and they were fishing all day. They didn't catch much, but
Waddie was a die hard fisherman and wasn't about to give up.  His dad and
Uncle Buck left him to take one of their walks.

Waddie saw a huge cottonwood tree up stream about fifty yards that overhung
and shaded the river.  He picked up his gear and headed for the tree.  As
he came out from behind some boulders he saw his Uncle Buck with his levis
down on his boot tops, his dad on his knees in front of his uncle, his
mouth engorged with his uncle's big dick, his head going up and down like
he was bobbing for apples.

His Uncle Buck looked up and saw Waddie. Waddie moved back like he was
shocked to see them and didn't understand what they were doing. Buck could
whistle real loud with his two fingers to his mouth. He called Waddie to
him many times that way.  Waddie heard the whistle. He knew his uncle was
calling him but he felt embarrassed to go to him. Not from what he saw them
doing but because he felt he invaded their privacy. He was more afraid of
being scolded.

He heard his uncle give a second short whistle and knew he had to obey
him. He walked out from behind the large rock and slowly walked toward the
two men.  His Uncle Buck pulled up his levis, returned his cock to his
pants, but didn't get his belt buckled. His dad had a funny smile on his
face but his uncle held out his hand for Waddie to come to him.  Buck
squatted down, took the boy's hand, pulled him into his arms, hugged and
kissed him.

 Somehow, that simple gesture changed the way Waddie felt about what was
going on. His Uncle Buck's kiss told him he was welcome, not to be
disturbed by what he saw and if he wanted to know what they were doing he
only had to ask. What he quickly observed from the look on his uncle's face
his dad had to be making Uncle Buck's dick feel really good, but what was
the purpose?  Waddie wondered if his dad was drinking his uncle's
piss. Then it clicked in his head a term the boys at school threw around at
each other but no one knew what it meant.

"Is that what they call a 'blow job' Uncle Buck?" Waddie quietly asked his
uncle. Morgan looked at Buck and nodded to tell him the truth.

"Yes, Son, it is."

Things were beginning to get a little clearer in Waddie's mind as to his
dad and uncle's relationship.  He didn't think it was bad but he knew it
was not the norm. Didn't look too bad to him at all. He wouldn't push but
he was wondering if, later, he would get to be included in this game. He
wouldn't mind tasting that big dick of his uncle's. He wasn't sure he could
get his little mouth around the head let alone suck on it. Then he thought
he wouldn't mind trying to suck his old man's quarter pounder either. If
nothing else he could dress it up in Betsy McCall clothes.

"Why do you do it?"

"'Cause we love each other, it feels good and we like the taste of the
juice that comes out.  Ya' see, Son, when a boy grows into a man certain
things happen to his body.  He begins to produce the sperm I told you about
and that's what your dad just sucked out of me."

"Do you give my dad blow jobs?"

"Sure do, Youngster.  We done it to each other for years.  Since we was old
enough to shoot.  Ain't nothing wrong with it between to buddies or
brothers like your dad and me.  Ain't nobody's business but ours but now
you caught us it's your business, too."

"You know I won't never say nothing, Uncle Buck. I understand it's
private. That's why I didn't come when you called me the first time 'cause
I was embarrassed I invaded your privacy not because I thought anything bad
about what I saw."

"Well, that's fine.  I trust you and if you and your brother have a
hanker'n for each other we won't say nothing and respect you men's
privacy."

That's all that was said about it and the three men had a wonderful
afternoon; however, from that time on all barriers were dropped.  They
explained to Waddie their relationship and made him understand he must keep
their secret because now their secret was his secret as well. They wanted
to keep it a secret from him but they weren't mad at him for finding out.
They just wanted him to know he and they had a right to privacy.  What they
did was their business and no one else's.

Waddie no longer felt shy around them.  He felt like he'd been included in
their most intimate secret.  With the naked poker parties he had attended
for years they taught Waddie not to be shy around grown men when naked.
Waddie could feel any part of his dad or Uncle Buck he wanted as long as he
asked politely.  They slept together in the raw.  Waddie loved it.  He
thought this was the way God intended for men to sleep together. It made it
so much easier if he wanted to reach over and grab hold of his dad's dick
or put his Uncle Buck's big bull prick between his little legs to keep it
warm for him. Waddie became use to seeing his dad and Uncle Buck naked.  He
and his buddies thought nothing of it. It was something men did with each
other now and then but they didn't advertize it or tell others.  Once a man
was included, one they felt comfortable enough to invite to join them, it
became and unspoken bond between all of them.

The strangest and most wonderful time was when he was about ten years
old. One afternoon in late August he and his uncle went swimming on the old
'Cowhouse Creek.'  Waddie swore he would never forget that afternoon as
long as he lived.  His uncle agreed he wouldn't either.  It was a turning
point in their relationship and they both realized it.

Buck had a small ranch in the country away from town that the creek ran
through.  His dad was gonna' be gone someplace for several days and many
things had happened Morgan didn't feel comfortable leaving Waddie with his
mother and step-siblings.

It was the summer of Waddie's tenth year and he was just beginning to show
signs puberty paid him a visit.  Morgan left him with Buck for the four
days he'd be gone. They drove out to Buck's ranch to do some much needed
repairs.

 Waddie didn't know how much help he could be but he was willing to try and
ended up working his butt off for his buddy. Mostly clean up work but
Waddie was a tiger at it.  They only reward Waddie wanted was his uncle's
thanks and approval. When he was through he went to see if he could help
his uncle.

"I'm sorry I can't be more help to you, Uncle Buck.  I just don't know too
much, yet, about repairing things, but I've learned a hell of a lot from
you today.  That'll help in the future."

"Let your old Uncle Buck tell you something, Son. It ain't the amount of
work I get out of you that's important.  It's you being my buddy and
keeping me company what's important to me.  I like having you around. We're
a team. We're buddies. The times I've come out here and brought you along,
I got twice the amount of things done than when I come out here by myself."

"Well, let old Waddie tell you something, Uncle Buck."  he smiled imitating
his uncle down to his speech patterns, "God alone knows how much I love
being around you."

The big cowboy pulled his bandana from of his back pocket to pretend to
wipe the sweat from his brow. He didn't want his little buddy to see the
tears that would soon be dropping from his leaky eyes. He finished by
blowing his nose real big. Waddie knew; Buck didn't fool him for a minute.

Waddie didn't help matters when he gently laid his hand on his uncle's
shoulder in understanding. Buck spun on his boot heel and pulled him into
his arms, hugged Waddie to him and sobbed his heart out in the boy's arms.
Waddie soothed, petted and kissed his beloved uncle on his head as he held
the big man.

"Oh, God, I love you, Waddie. I love you like you were my own son.  I've
never admitted that to a live'n soul, not even your dad, my brother, but I
do Waddie.  I just can't help it. "

"You don't love me a whit more'n I love you, Uncle Buck. You're my
Godfather, ain't cha'? That makes me your son, done' it? I am your son,
Dad. You just don't wanna' believe it, but chu will someday,---soon.  If
you believe hard enough and ask God for what chu want, my angel said he'd
give it to you. Ask him, Uncle Buck and I will too."

"Aww fuck it, Waddie!  I believe it now, Son. You know how much I love you
and, damn it, I ain't a' gonna' be afraid no more to tell nobody.  You'n
me, Cowboy, we been through too much crap together these last few years not
for me to feel like you was my boy. I'm just afraid of hurt'n my
brother. Aww, well, hell!  What the fuck!  Let's us quit this here working
shit and have us some fun."

It was hot that afternoon and after the tools were put away Waddie and Buck
rounded up some pretty good size wild calves.  Waddie would hold the calf
while Buck tied a halter rope around the calf's neck.  Buck would pick
Waddie up, set him on the calf and let go. Waddie would grab hold of the
rope for dear life and the calf would go crazy trying to buck him off.

Waddie and Buck were having a ball until about the fifth ride the damn calf
bucked Waddie off into a fresh, juicy cow pie. Waddie slowly got up with a
horrible look on his face with his nose all scrunched up like the smell was
terrible. Buck couldn't help himself. He started laughing and couldn't
stop. He thought that was about the funniest damn thing he'd ever
seen. Poor Waddie met a killer meadow muffin. The more he laughed the worse
Waddie felt until he began to see the humor in it all.

He started laughing at Buck who was in hysterics and then laughed harder at
how he must look; but, he was born with a winkle in his eye and thought his
uncle was having a bit too much merriment at his expense.  Waddie picked up
the cow pie and threw it straight at Buck.  Buck looked up from laughing to
see why Waddie wasn't laughing anymore just in time to feel the cow pie hit
him,... splat, .... right in the middle of his big chest.

His eyes opened wide. His nostrils flared like a bull's. It was obvious,
Buck hadn't expected that turn of event.  It was Waddie's turn to fall on
the ground laughing at his uncle covered in cow shit. He stood and pointed
his finger at Buck, bending over double from laughter.

"Why you little,..." Buck yelled, "when I catch you I'm gonna' turn you
over my knee and spank your little butt so hard you won't be able to sit
down for a week." He could barely get the words out he was laughing so
hard.

Buck started running after Waddie.  Waddie, took off like a scalded
hound. He was running, laughing and screaming. He was fast; faster than his
big bull of an uncle but his uncle had endurance. They must have run around
that arena half a dozen times. Waddie would keep the calves between him and
his uncle. He'd stop, point at his uncle and fall out laughing again.  It
only set Buck's jaw and made him more determined than ever to catch
him. Finally, Waddie began to get tired and Buck caught him as he was about
to try and excape over the corral fence. He started tickling Waddie and had
the kid in hysterics. Waddie was wiggling and laughing calling Buck a spoil
sport.

"Put me down! Put me down! You damn well better put me down, you big
overgrown gorilla, if'n you know what's good for you. Who the hell you
think you are, King Kong?  Well, I ain't no Fay Wray and there ain't no big
buildin's around these, here, parts for a couple hunner't miles. 'Sides, my
Goddamn uncle just happens to be sheriff of this, here, county.  He also
happens to be my Godfather.

He'll have you horsewhipped for this. That man's crazy about me and you
don't eee--ven want that big man pissed at you.  He'll kick your butt so
far up between your shoulder blades, you'll have to stand on your fucking
head to take a shit. I'm a' telling you, he's a mean ass som' bitch. Why,
I've seen him rip a man's head clean off with his bare hands just so's he
could shit down his neck." Waddie was yelling at Buck.

Buck was laughing at Waddie's tirade so hard he had tears running down his
face. Waddie went limp in his arms and stopped struggling. He was quite
like he heard the sound of a distant voice calling him. He cocked his head
to one side as if listening or trying to hear something. Buck watched him
closely looking into his nephew's dirty yet wonderfully beautiful face. It
was the face of a young, handsome cowboy that was beginning to bloom into a
full grown young man.  One to be reckoned with.  A couple more steps, a few
more days, a month and he would no longer be the young boy.  He wouldn't be
his little buddy anymore.

The boy smiled the sweetest smile and placed his small hand on Buck's face
to look deeply into his eyes.  In that moment, they reached out with their
love to each other and touched souls. This big man, the most powerful man
in the county, second most highly decorated man in WWII, probably the
meanest, butt stomping cowboy in the State of Texas, the sheriff of his
county, was stripped bare of his defenses.

He knew he belonged to this beautiful, cow shit covered boy he held in his
arms. He knew in his heart it was right. He also knew he owned Waddie's
soul. It was his, the boy was freely giving it to him. It was an even
exchange. Was this what Waddie was talking about; believing he was his son?
Waddie never lied to him but he could say some of the strangest damn things
sometime that made Buck have to stop and think.

The big man's heart was beating so strongly in his chest he thought if he
ever had a coronary this would probably be how it began. His heart was
beating strongly, not from the running and chasing, but the overpowering
realization that this boy meant more to him than just a buddy; he excited
Buck in a way that was one of the most powerful things he ever felt in his
life.

He began to lower Waddie onto his big chest until the boy's chest was on
top of his, their faces closer together and, then, Buck felt it.  He felt
the same strong beat from Waddie's heart beating against his chest and it
was beating opposite Buck's.  That seemed to make each of their hearts beat
more pronounced against the other.  Then the damnedest thing happened. As
they were gazing into each other's eyes.  Waddies's heart hiccuped and both
of them felt it; but, then, it settled into perfect sync with Buck's big
heart and the strength of their two heart beats combined was overwhelming
to both.  They knew their hearts now beat as one.  Surely this must be what
Waddie was talking about, thought Buck.

Buck opened his mouth slightly in awe of what was passing between them as
they looked into each other's eyes.  It was one of those rare moments when
two people know, because of their love for each other they've bonded as
one. They have shared a joy that goes beyond age, gender, race or creed,
even beyond description and there is no power great enough to keep them
from spiraling into each other or to deny them expressing their love to one
another.

Their faces seemed to be drawn to each other like light and matter to a
black hole. Waddie and Buck joined mouths together with all the passion of
two lovers. Full mouth, devouring each other, flowing back and forth
between their wells; drinking deeply, outside the continuum of time and
space, in their own world of reality.  They felt their hearts beating even
more strongly in even sync.  It felt as if their hearts were trying to get
to each other. The stronger Buck's heart beat the stronger Waddie's heart
joined with his until their souls were conjoined.

Strangely, neither was shy nor afraid of the love they felt for each
other. They knew it was right. Waddie knew his love for Buck was meant to
be; probably more so than Buck.  The universe and their love was unfolding
as it should. They were only a microcosm of the greater whole but without
that seemingly insignificant spark of their love as part of a greater plan,
the universe quite possibly might cease to be.  Neither held back as they
traveled deeper into each other's need to share a greater love; to give to
each other an unquestioned love they knew they had no power but to commit
to. They both realized what they were doing.

They may have been placed slightly higher than the angels in the scheme of
things but they were still animals with raw primal urges that lie dormant
in man's collective subconscious.  Neither, man nor boy, could've been
classified as representative of his genus "wise ape" at that moment;
however, they both could have been poster boys for Homo erectus.

Was it sexual?  Bet your ass it was sexual and both of them knew it. Pretty
words and beautiful comparisons come to mind at a time like this; however,
Zin and metaphysics be damned, they both wanted to fall on top of each
other, roll in the dirt of the arena, rut it out like two animals in heat,
down and dirty, get it all over themselves, and express their physical lust
for each other until they exceeded.  Buck's David called to Waddie's
Johnathan.

"No, go further, the arrow is beyond you."

Waddie was so ready and willing to give it to Buck, he would've served it
up to him on Buck's turkey platter, rodeo belt buckle if he could.  He
desperately wanted it, but knew in his heart it might not be good for his
buddy. He wasn't unaware of the responsibility on Buck's part from such an
action.

 Waddie didn't out-right tell him he wanted it but he let his buddy know he
was receptive if his uncle dropped the gauntlet. The way he touched Buck's
face before he kissed him. The way he gently took Buck's hand in his.  The
way he looked deep into Buck's eyes then lay his smaller head on his
shoulder.  Buck knew and Waddie knew, there was no doubt in either of their
minds that each craved to be closer to the other. Waddie was aware he was
trying to seduce his uncle. He even knew what the word meant and how to
spell it.

Waddie would've never questioned Buck. He would've simply given himself to
him. He trusted Buck and would've carried the secret of their love to his
grave. Waddie had grown to love Buck more and more over the years and spent
almost as much time with Buck and his Aunt Linda Sue as he did at
home. Morgan never seemed threatened. He encouraged their love.

Waddie was old enough to know the difference between a brotherly kiss and a
kiss that speaks a universal message that says,

'Holding you this way is pleasant to me and excites me physically; however,
as reasoning animals, men, created in the image of our maker, we're given
the ability to make choices for ourselves. We have a choice.  We can pursue
this to climax or we can use it as a mortar to bind us even closer. One is
temporary and the other builds a foundation for a greater love and
trust. Bank it, invest it, compound the interest, then reap the sweetest of
dividends."  Waddie got a roaring hard-on and so did Buck.  They broke it
off and Waddie lay his head on Buck's big chest.

"God, I love you, Uncle Buck. Ain't never had no buddy like you. You'll
always be my bestest buddy. I'd be proud and honored to be your son if you
want me, Uncle Buck."

"You know my answer without asking, Son. I love you, too, Waddie, more'n
you'll ever know." Buck's voice was different.  Like he was trying to choke
the words out and there was something stuck in his throat.

"Now, what say you and me go down to the creek, take a swim, cool off and
wash the cow shit off our clothes?"


Buck chose the second option. His little buddy meant too much to him to
throw it all away on a temporary, short lived, pleasure. He knew he
could've had it. God knows, he wanted it.  Buck never wanted anything so
badly in his life than to share physical love with this man-child he had
come to love so dearly. The single greatest temptation of his adult life
the big man resisted because his love was greater than his lust. In that
simple decision he made the transition from animal to the status his God
had originally assigned him, slightly higher than an angel. This was one
man, Lucifer, the most comely of the archangels, the bearer of light, would
have humbly bowed down before.

"Good idea, Uncle Buck. You smell like an old heifer what's ate too many
butter bean hulls and got the runs."

"Oh, yeah?  Well, you don't smell like no damn flower neither."  They broke
up laughing again. The two boys, a very large boy and a small one, two
buddies, were off on another adventure.  Another chance to share their
growing love for each other.

It was a beautiful, warm, afternoon.  They rinsed their clothes and hung
them on a branch to dry.  They swam in the clear water of the creek and
tried to catch fish with their hands.  It seemed so natural to them being
there in the nude.  Waddie owned Buck's soul and he knew it.  He held it in
the palm of his hand but he loved Buck so much he entrusted his own soul to
his buddy.

Buck was a big ole cowboy.  Broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hips;
hung just slightly smaller than a Brahma bull and proud of it. Weren't
nothing shy about Buck. He was all man and could back it up. He could be
one of the meanest kick-ass cowboys you'd never want to anger. There were a
few tales about people being roughed up by the sheriff and his deputies
because they felt brave enough to piss them off.

Around Waddie, Buck was the gentlest of men.  He was not beyond a little
rough housing and horseplay with his buddy but there was a time to work, a
time to play and a time to drink from each other's seemingly endless supply
of love for each other.

One reason Waddie loved the big man, he wasn't afraid to let the little boy
inside come out and play with his nephew.  They played for hours in the
shady pool of cool water. It was one of the best afternoons they ever spent
together.  Waddie hoped that afternoon, his first adult sexual partner,
would be his beloved uncle.  There was no doubt in his mind, he wanted it
to be. He didn't think about the conflict of two males laying down
together.  Waddie knew the way it was 'suppose' to be but he loved and
trusted his uncle so much he knew he would show him the way.

He knew he was foolish to think a grown man of Uncle Buck's stature might
take the chance of being compromised. Waddie didn't want that for this man
he loved so much.  He resigned himself to stop trying to seduce his
uncle,... tomorrow,... for the rest of the afternoon, Buck was fair
game. It was open season on baggin' a sheriff, Waddie thought to himself
and giggled at his own silliness. He knew he wouldn't.

He realized without the words being spoken, Buck would let Waddie know when
he thought he was ready, and when Buck was ready to take him. Waddie was
comfortable with Buck's decision. He knew to wait would make it all the
more wonderful when the big man followed him into a room, turned and locked
the door behind them, and came to him to continue the kiss they began that
afternoon.

The thought, the image, his excitement knowing his uncle would take him for
his first time, lay quiet, peaceful and still on the back roads of his
memory, gentle on Waddie's mind. God gave them that special afternoon
because He knew the boy's dream was not to be.

Three bright angels wrapped their wings about him to give him grace. Buck
looked in awe at the beauty and transcendence of Waddie's body.  In one
moment he changed from an animal of nature to a child of God as one strong
ray of light illuminated him from the darkness of the shade. Buck felt the
presence of God and fell to his knees. He didn't want to frighten Waddie
but remained watching the ray follow him around in his play. Buck knew this
was a sign, a validation, he made the right choice. The Old Man looked upon
Buck's soul and saw that it was good. This man was his son in whom he was
well pleased.

They swam in the coolness of the creek; Buck's powerful body underneath
Waddie's.  The boy would have his hands on his uncle's massive shoulder and
let Buck piggy-back him across the deepest part of the water.  It was
twenty to thirty feet deep in places.  The pool was created our of an old
limestone quarry.  The only place on Earth anyone has found pink limestone.
A geological anomaly. The limestone was quarried for two Texas county court
houses.

Since the eighteen hundreds this quarry became natural swimming pools for
the locals.  The community would get together each spring and clean it of
debris. The water was so pure, clean and tasted wonderful after running
over miles of limestone to get there. You could see all the way to the
bottom. There was no murkiness or algae as the limestone raised the
alkalinity of the water so high is was undesirable to the plant.

Buck wasn't afraid to pull Waddie up to him and kiss him nor reach down
playfully and pull on his dick. It would send Waddie into gales of
laughter. Buck would swim up behind him underwater grab Waddie from behind
and blow bubbles up his ass crack.  Waddie would go bananas, yelling and
giggling not only from the tickling sensation but the sheer ecstacy of
sharing such an intimate, sensual form of play with his beloved uncle.

Because of Buck being sheriff of the county and Waddie's responsibilities,
the two men rarely got a chance to be alone and spend quality time with
each other. They were wallowing in the joy of each other's companionship
and play.  Buck would lay back, grab a mouthful of water and Waddie would
have both small hands around Buck's bull dick. He would pump it up and
down.  Buck would throw back his head and expel the water through pursed
lips as if Waddie were pumping it from him.  Waddie called him his 'pee-pee
pump.'

"Buck could see Waddie's creative imagination growing by leaps and bounds.
He was always looking at things in a different way than other folks.
Waddie got to studying Buck's huge hulking frame and decided they were
going to play "up periscope/down periscope" and Buck's body was to be his
submarine.  You have to use your imagination for that one; Waddie did.

Buck knew this play was not what they both wanted so desperately but it
came pretty damn close. Waddie knew what Buck was doing and he quickly
joined in the spirit of inventive play. Waddie would play with Buck's butt
hole to the big man's delight and made his eyes get real big when Waddie
slipped his finger in to feel around.  Waddie understood the rules, what he
explored on someone else, gave them right to do the same to him.

"Be careful, Young'un!"  Buck smiled at him. "You do that again you might
lose your hand.  There's teeth down there what'll bite that curious finger
of yours plumb off."

"You ain't got no teeth down there, Uncle Buck."

"Yeah? I wouldn't be so sure 'bout that if'n I was you.  I told you about
it when we was talking about sex, don'cha' remember?  Told ju' all about
it.  It's something a man develops when he's about your age, another set of
teeth down there as sort of a spare pair. Where the hell you think false
teeth come from?"  Buck told him seriously in his best West Texas bullshit
artist, dead pan face. Waddie almost bought it but looked for the telltail
sign in Buck's eyes, a twinkle, and . . . there it was. He saw it. A dead
giveaway.

"Aww, Uncle Buck, I didn't just fall off no turnip truck.  Besides all I
have to do is glance at your headlights.  If'n you got your fogs on I know
I'm gettin' smoke blown up my butt."  The boy threw back his head and
laughed at his uncle.

"I've seen you eat, remember?  As much as you like to chow down you'd be
eat'n at both ends if that were true."  He splashed water in his uncle's
smiling face.

"Yeah?  Well, then, where would I shit?"

"Out your belly button."  Waddie howled with laughter at trumping his
uncle.

"Think you're pretty damn smart, don'cha, Kid?  You better never try'n slip
that little hand in Uncle Buck's bunghole,----you'll get it bitten off.
Then what a' you gonna' jack off with?"

"Oh, hell, Uncle Buck, I don't never have to worry 'bout that."

"You don't?  Why?"

"You'd do it for me."  Then Waddie laughed and splashed water in his face
again.

"You're right. Ya' got me there, pod'ner.  Of course I would.  But, don't
be so damn smug about it, you little shit.  Always remember to leave a man
his pride."  Then he proceeded to dunk is nephew.

After a while, Waddie and Buck got tired and decided to lay on a clean
sandbar in the warmth of the late afternoon sun.  It made them both sleepy.
Waddie had never been taught to be shy about holding or feeling his dad or
Buck's dicks. He backed his little ass up to Buck's crotch and felt the big
man getting hard.  He reached behind him and placed Buck's dick between his
smaller legs then with both hands held that which protruded out from
underneath Waddie's little balls.  Buck let out a deep sigh and put his
arms around Waddie to pull him closer. He bussed a kiss behind the boy's
ear and whispered to him.

"I thank God every day he gimme' such a fine buddy as you, Waddie. Don't
know what I'd do without my little buddy. I thought I knew what love was
all about until God sent me you. That feels so good you keeping Uncle
Buck's dick warm like that.  I just want you to know how much I appreciate
it. Some of the best times you and me's ever had was lying close like this.
It means a lot to me to hold my little buddy close."  Waddie looked into
Buck's eyes knowing this was no bullshit, his big buddy was being serious
and loving.

Once again Buck gently placed his mouth on Waddie's but this kiss was
different and Waddie felt it; he understood it's message.  It was the
gentle kiss of a protecting angel that told the boy not to feel rejected if
the big man didn't respond to his need to give.  He was older and knew
about these things.  The time was not right.  There would be a time Buck
would gladly and lovingly accept his offer, but not now, not today. Waddie
returned Buck's kiss with the same, almost holy, communion. Buck knew,
without asking, this was what Waddie was talking about.  He so desperately
wanted to believe Waddie was his son.

Though it was physically stimulating to them, there was nothing sexual in
their kiss. It was the kiss from the man-child that dwelled inside the big
man to the man-child he held in his arms. It was, once again, the bonding
of two boys as friends and buddies that Buck shared with Waddie's dad all
those years ago and started a love that they still shared.  It was also
more.  It was greater, deeper and more meaningful than any love Buck shared
with his brother or his wife for that matter, but it didn't frighten
him. In his kiss was also the love of a father for a son. It was a kiss
that said,

"Don't be afraid to trust and share anything with me; I'm not afraid to
trust and share with you. Let our lives flow in and out of each other with
joy, peace, compassion and unconditional love. Let us share a love that
knits up the unraveled sleeve of care and is the Carpenter's glue for a
greater personal understanding; a hope for tomorrow, a foundation for a new
humanity which can only begin here and now, with us."

They lay there in the warm afternoon sun with Waddie's head resting on the
big man's arm and Buck's big, right hand cupped around Waddie's little cock
and balls. They went to sleep and didn't wake until the sun was going down
when they began to get chilled. They got up, gathered their dry clothes and
started putting them on.  Waddie laughed and pointed at Buck.

"Hey, Buckaroo, you still got a big ole hard-on."

"Well, what about you, Howdy Doody.  You could run a flag up that pole
between your legs."

That struck Waddie as the funniest damn thing anyone ever said to him.  He
laughed and giggled all the way back to town. His Uncle Buck once again
turned over his giggle box. Buck and he were still laughing when Buck took
him to his home for the night.  Buck's lovely wife, Linda Sue, was visiting
relatives in Dallas for the weekend and the two men had the run of the
house to themselves.  Waddie's dad wasn't due in 'til the next night.

"They showered together. Waddie washed all of Buck he could.  He even
gently washed under the foreskin of Buck's dick. He was very careful
because he knew how sensitive it was.  Buck got a big ole hard-on again and
Waddie laughed at him.  Then it was Buck's turn to wash the boy.  Waddie
could tell how much the big man loved him from the way he washed his body.
Of course, Waddie got a roaring boner, too.  It was Buck's turn to laugh.

They got out and toweled each other dry.  Waddie took great care to dry
Buck's massive back and shoulders.  They both resigned themselves to
wearing hard-ons the whole time they were together.  They knew they turned
each other on.  Hell, they were use to it by now; although, it didn't stop
them from razzing each other. Between Buck and Waddie, anything was fair
game for humor. They enjoyed each other's company.  As Waddie would say,
"They was buddies!"

They had a little dinner and went into the den to watch T.V.  Buck was the
first man in the county to own his own T.V. A small round tube about nine
inches in diameter. There was only one station. They sat on a huge
comfortable couch that sort of wrapped itself around them. It was soft and
sensual to their naked bodies and both got roaring hard again.

Waddie crawled up into Buck's big lap and got comfortable. Waddie turned
his head up to look at Buck, their eyes met and Buck distinctly heard in
his mind, Waddie's voice ask him, 'Please, kiss me, Uncle Buck.'  He
laughed at himself for being silly but kissed his nephew gently and Waddie
drifted off to sleep. Once he thought he felt his big buddy kiss him on his
forehead as he pushed his hair back. He could swear he felt rain drops, but
they were warm.  He knew, from within the comfortable fog of coasting
between the isle of dreams and the shore he'd just sailed from, he was
inside.  Oh, well,...

'Why do I love this boy so much?'  Buck wondered to himself.

'Because he's the epitome of everything you wanted in a son.  He's
athletic, he was born with his boots on, he's got a brain up in lights,
he's funny, he's charming, he's unassuming, he don't ask for much, he's
giving, he's compassionate, he's sensitive, when he knows he's right he
won't back down from any son of a bitch, there's no sounding the depths of
his love, and best or worst of all the little shit even looks like you.'

Buck didn't realize his eyes were watering and dropping on Waddie's
face. He must be allergic to something in the room, he thought.

The big cowboy didn't even try to wrestle with his physical attraction to
the boy. He just accepted it.  It was there.  There was no question in his
mind he would someday share that with Waddie, but he would have to be old
enough to make that choice for himself.  Buck wouldn't force him nor seduce
him.  Now, if he can only manage to survive Waddie's seduction. There was
no doubt in his mind Waddie wanted him as much as he wanted Waddie.

'I'm the adult!'  he thought to himself, 'I will be strong for my son.'

'Your son?' a small counter-voice questioned him.

'Yes, Goddamn it! My son. He's as much mine as he is Morgan's. Morgan gave
me half of him. He's my Godson for cries sake. I'd give Morgan half if he
was mine.'

'Would you, Buck?  Would you really give Morgan half of Waddie if he was
your son?'  the same small voice asked within his mind. Buck paused for a
long moment before answering. 'It' knew the truth whether Buck admitted it
or not.

'Why lie?' he told himself.

'No.'  he thought quietly.

'I didn't think so.' replied the voice gently with no judgment.  Buck could
swear he felt a gentle hand on his bare shoulder. It was warm and
understanding.  He could swear he heard a voice whisper in his ear,
"Soon..."

'I'll never tell a soul I think of him as my son; maybe I'll tell Waddie
one day. Please, God, help me.  Please, Lord, where do I sort out my
physical passion from my need to parent this child?  If I am to be his
parent, is it possible for him to be my son, Sir?  He told me to ask you
and, Sir, if'n there's anyway you could give us a miracle and make this boy
mine I would be most grateful, Lord.  My bother doesn't seem to appreciate
him the way I do, Lord.  I know it's wrong to covet my brother's son and I
ask forgiveness, Sir.  Help me, Lord..

Oh, dear God in heaven, I love this boy, Buck thought to himself.  He's
become me and I've become him.  He thinks like I do. We read each other's
thoughts. One glance and I can tell what's on his mind. He walks like I do.
He's learned to imitate my speech patterns.  He talks like me. Everyone in
town, including Morgan, is calling him Little Buck or Buck Jr. Oh, God, if
he only was my son.

'I'm not ungrateful, Lord, he's here, laying in my lap asleep.  I've had,
probably, the best damn day of my life with this kid. Heaven couldn't be
much better'n today was, Lord.'  Tears started rolling down Buck's handsome
face.  This time it wasn't from an allergy. 'I thank you for every minute
you let me have with him,---but, Sir,--- I beg you, with all my heart, to
forgive me.  Please, forgive me when I lay here and think, for all the love
I have for my beloved brother, Morgan, who I would gladly lay down my life
for and proved it; he's not half the kindred spirit Waddie is to me. Oh,
God and Morgan, please, forgive me for even having the thought.'

Buck thought it possible he loved Waddie more than he could've loved his
own son if he had one. There was just something about the kid, he couldn't
put into words. He didn't dare tell Morgan he thought Waddie was the kid he
was suppose to have and the heavenly baby delivery service sent the right
package to the wrong address.  He thanked God that evening for his
beautiful wife who couldn't give him children but whom he never stopped
loving for a moment when they found out. He would never leave her. He
believed in the vows he said to her.  The big man thanked his God again for
trusting him with the treasure he had in Waddie's love.

Waddie slept peacefully in his big cowboy buddy's arms, his Godfather, the
man who he was coming to love above all others including his dad.  He loved
his dad but things had happened; terrible things.  He wasn't sure his dad
loved him anymore.  Waddie was forced to invest his love in others but it
was so easy to love his huge, protective, cowboy uncle. His heart felt
loved unconditionally, and his soul was at peace sheltered in Buck's
protective arms. God help him, he wanted to be Buck's son.

He was awakened by movement and could swear his dad was stretched out next
to his uncle, naked as a jay bird.  They were kissing each other.  He
thought it was a natural thing for them to be doing. He'd seen them do it
so many times.  Though Waddie was no longer sure of his dad's love for him,
he still loved his dad.  Waddie reached his hand out to his dad, gently
pulled him to him and kissed him on the mouth.  Then he promptly moved back
to sleep in the safety and comfort of his Godfather's arms. Before he
drifted off to sleep, Waddie sent a prayer to heaven.

"Thank you, God, for my two dads.  Help my dad learn to love and trust me,
Lord. Thank you for a wonderful day to be with and love my Uncle Buck. He's
so good to me. You are, too, and I love you, Sir."  The Old Man smiled and
found favor with the man-child. He sent one of his swiftest, brightest
angels, Urial, to expel his holy breath across the sleeping boy and give to
him, . . . the gift of wonder.

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