Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 10:32:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"--15th Installment

Following is the fifteenth chapter of my novel, "My Father, My Son."  The
story is mostly fiction, but contains some elements that are true from the
author's own experience.  The story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity among family members, but contains no violence of a sexual
nature.  Also, all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the
persons involved.  In addition, although condoms are never mentioned, it is
the author's intention that readers should assume that condoms are used
whenever anal intercourse is performed by any of the characters.  Any
persons who are offended by material of this nature should read no further.
The author welcomes any comments at any time, whether constructive or
destructive, and whether praiseful or damning.  Suggestions of any kind are
equally welcome.  Send to: tombor99@excite.com.


My Father, My Son
Chapter 15

The day had come when Michael was to be discharged from the hospital.  The
spots on his face where the surgeons removed small shards of broken glass
seemed to be healing quickly.  The doctor had assured Michael that the work
had been done in such a way that would leave no scarring.  Michael was able
to walk without very much pain from the severe wound in his stomach, but
getting in and out of bed or a chair where his stomach muscles needed to be
used still required great care and sometimes someone else to help him rise.

Paul had that morning returned to Austin to meet his classes.  Jeff stayed
behind in order to pick up his father and bring him back to the ranch.
Karl had remained at the hospital by Michael's bedside from the beginning.
Although he had taken advantage of the shower in Michael's bathroom, he had
not shaved and was now sporting a very dark, short beard.

On the way to the ranch, Michael and Karl sat in the back seat.  Michael
was clearly relieved to be going home, but was very apprehensive over
having to look at the rubble of his little house in the Cottonwoods.

"We'll go up there together, Michael," said Karl as he held Michael's hand.
"Jeff found that the insurance will cover most of the rebuilding costs.
And any additional costs I'll be able to cover once we sign the partnership
agreement."  Karl gently pulled Michael's head over and placed it on his
shoulder.

As soon as they reached the house, Michael was greeted with a big kiss from
Maggie, who led him into his room, where he lay down to rest from the drive
home.  Jeff sat with him for awhile explaining the insurance situation and
several other business matters that occurred while Michael was in the
hospital.  Jeff told him he had to drive back to Austin that afternoon
because he needed to catch up on the class work that he had missed.  But he
would call and would also be back at the ranch on the next weekend.  Jeff
leaned over and kissed Michael on the lips.

"Dad, I've missed you a lot while I've been in Austin.  I'm glad you have
Karl now.  But I wish so much that I was here with you, too.  I miss the
feel of your body next to mine and the sound of your voice when you whisper
in my ear."

"I've missed you, too, Jeff.  But you have Paul now.  We'll be able to get
together on some weekends when you come home or when I visit you in Austin.
Jeff, tell me.  Is everything okay with you and Paul."

"Everything's fine, dad.  But it's just that I'll never get over missing
you.  You're very special to me and you always will be."

Michael and Jeff kissed deeply and long.

After Jeff departed, Karl sat by Michael's bed and held his hand until
Michael drifted off to sleep.  The house was cold and he instructed Maggie
to fire up the oil heaters.  He was going to shower, shave off that itchy
beard, and get into some clean clothes.  After stripping off all of his
clothes in Jeff's room, he walked naked down the hall to the bathroom.
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, Maggie appeared in the hallway just
outside of the bathroom.

Putting her hand on Karl's shoulder, and reaching down and cupping Karl's
balls in her other hand, she looked into Karl's dark eyes and said,
"Please, Karl, I know that Michael's home now.  I just need for you to let
me feel your body next to mine and have you to myself just one more time.
Please understand, Karl.  I know we're not lovers.  As you've said, we've
just been convenient to each other for a little fun sex.  Please let me get
you off one more time.  It would mean so much to me."

"Oh, Maggie, when we did things together before, everyone misunderstood and
got all exercised over it.  It just caused a lot of trouble.  And don't
forget that Michael had gone off to his little house that morning of the
tornado because he was so upset after seeing you in my room.  What we did
was fun, but please, you just have to get over it."

Maggie reached farther into Karl's crotch and ran her finger over his ass
hole.  Karl's penis was visibly hardening.

"Maggie, please.  You know you shouldn't be doing that."

Maggie ran her tongue down over Karl's pecs and his nipples, causing an
audible gasp of pleasure form Karl's lips.  Then forcing her finger into
Karl's asshole, she moved down and sucked his now gorged penis into her
mouth.

"Maggie, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm marching through Dixie on my knees!  What do you think I'm doing,
Karl?

Karl's knees began to feel weak and he leaned back against the bathroom
door jamb.  Maggie's tongue was working the same magic it had worked on
those few nights following his arrival at the ranch.  He closed his eyes.
He could feel Maggie's finger pressing on his prostate.  That was all that
was needed.  He could feel the orgasm beginning to come over him.  Then as
it exploded through his body, he could feel himself cumming as his sperm
surged up the shaft of his penis and into Maggie's warm mouth.  Maggie had
been jacking herself off with one hand and, as Karl's sperm flooded her
mouth, she shot her own load onto Karl's leg.  Sucking Karl's penis dry,
she went down and licked her own sperm off of Karl's leg.  The feel of the
soft hair of Karl's leg on her tongue almost made her feel like cumming
again.

"Maggie," said Karl breathlessly.  "Now that is absolutely the last time
I'll let you do that to me."

"Was it good, Karl?"

"Of course it was good."

"Well, then, don't say it's the last time.  You can count on my getting you
again."

Smiling, Karl disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.  After his
shower and shave, he returned to Michael's room and lay down naked next to
Michael who was still sleeping fully dressed.  Without waking him, Karl
slowly and carefully removed all of Michael's clothes and brought the sheet
up over them both.  Michael was on his back, and Karl pressed his own naked
body up close to Michael's.  He very gently kissed Michael on the mouth,
the eyes, cheek and ears and put his arm over Michael's chest.  They were
soon both asleep.


Over the next several days, Jake came to grips with the fact that he had
almost lost Josiah and that it was wrong for him to push the boy so
relentlessly.  He spoke to Corky, who had over the past year purchased
several expensive pieces of exercise equipment and had them crowded in his
room.

"Corky," Jake began, "you know I've hired another guy to work fer us.  He's
a nice kid, and I think he wants to do well.  But he's so fuckin' outta
shape, he can't hardly do nothin'.  I was wonderin' if you could let him
try to build himself up on them machines sometime when yer not usin' 'em."

"Sure, Jake.  Send him over.  Better yet, I'd better go talk to him myself
and invite him to come in and try out the equipment."

Josiah was reluctant to get involved with the equipment.  "I don't know,
Corky, I might not be around here much longer.  I was just kinda on my way
to El Paso when Jake gave me a ride out on the highway and told me I could
work for him.  I don't know if I want to stay."

"Well, Josiah, just let me show you what I've got and how to use it and
then you can decide.  With the kind of exercise you get on that equipment,
you'll find that your daily work will get a lot easier."

Corky spent about a half hour instructing Josiah on the equipment.  Josiah
seemed to enjoy the rowing machine the most.  He and Corky talked as Josiah
rowed.

"Josiah, how long have you been here on the ranch?"

"Oh, Jake brought me here a week ago Tuesday."

Corky remembered that was the same day that Jake had gone to visit him in
the hospital, and he remembered that Jake on one hand was cheerful, but on
the other seemed very down and depressed.

"Well, Josiah, I'm sure he was glad to come upon you out there hitchhiking.
It was really fortunate because he had been three workers down on the work
force here."

"Well, he didn't exactly come upon me.  His truck was parked alongside the
road.  And when I came up to it, there wasn't anybody in it.  So I looked
around and saw this man, Jake, sittin' a little bit yonder against a tree.
When I went over to him and asked him if that was his truck, he kinda
looked startled and confused and he just stared at me for bit."

"That's strange.  It doesn't sound like Jake.  What do you think was wrong
with him?"

"Well he had this gun in his lap, and I think he was going to shoot
himself."

Corky's mouth dropped open.  "Do you really think that's what he was going
to do?"

"Yeah.  You know I used to live in a bunch of fuckin' foster homes.  The
woman in one of them was okay, sorta.  But her husband was a damn drunk.
He was always threatenin' to shoot her head off.  But one day I went out on
the back porch and there was that man sittin' with a rifle in his hand.  He
had that same look in his eyes and on his face as Jake had.  Just exactly
the same.  Then after a few seconds he stuck the barrel in his mouth and
blew the fuckin' top of his head off.  I saw that same look on Jake's face
and I knew what he was gonna do."

"What kept him from doing it?"

"I don't know.  It was like after he finally realized I was standing there,
his whole expression changed and he said he wanted to help me and get me
something to eat and all that.  I don't know what made him change his
mind."

That night, Corky lay awake for several hours thinking about Jake.  He
didn't mention anything to Enrique, who slept soundly by his side.  The
next day, Corky asked Jake if he would mind saddling up a couple of horses
and riding out away from the buildings somewhere so they could talk over
the lunch hour.  He asked Maggie to fix a box for them with sandwiches and
a couple of quarts of milk.

They rode out past the ruins of Michael's house in the Cottonwoods and on
over to the clump of Mesquite Trees by the same stream where Jack assaulted
Corky.

"Hey, Corky, I'm surprised you brought me out here.  This is where I lost
my fuckin' head.  It couldn't hold very good memories for you, neither."

"Jake, I just want you to know that I'm letting by-gones be by-gones.
Anyway, this isn't why I wanted to talk with you."

Corky unpacked a couple of fried chicken sandwiches and handed them to Jake
with a quart carton of milk.  Sitting down against a tree and pushing his
hat back on his head, he looked intently at Jake.

"Jake, that fellow you hired seems like a pretty nice guy.  He does look a
bit lean and hungry and can use some building up.  But I don't know how
long he's going to stay anyway."

"Well, you don't know it, Corky," said Jake, "but he tried to leave the
other night, but he come back.  There's somethin' about that young man.  I
think he needs a Paw.  He ain't never had nobody that cared a shit about
him or tried to teach him nothin' or put rules on 'im.  I tried to figure
out why he come back.  I expected him to leave, but I sure as shit didn't
expect him to come back.  He's a drifter, Corky.  Drifters don't never come
back.  They jist keep a driftin'.  But Josiah come back."

Jake smiled and looked across the stream. His expression was almost that of
a proud father who had achieved a great success with his unruly son.  Corky
got up and moved over closer to where Jake was sitting.

"Jake, do you remember a week or so ago when you came up to my room at the
hospital and you apologized for what you did?  I could tell that something
was really bothering you.  And it wasn't my condition, either.  You were
really hurting over something, weren't you?"

Jake looked away.  "I don't know what yer referrin' to.  I weren't bothered
by nothin."

"Jake, Josiah told me how you two met.  He told me about the gun in your
lap and how confused you seemed when he tried to talk to you.  You were
hurting over something, Jake.  And you were planning on taking your own
life, weren't you?"

Jake got up and gathered a handful of stones by the side of the stream and
threw them one by one downstream, making them skip on the water several
times before they sank.  "Hey, Corky, have you ever been able to do that?
It takes a good eye and a steady arm.  I tried to teach Ricky how to do
that, and he was beginning to get pretty good at it until . . . ."

"Jake, c'mon back and sit down here.  What was it, Jake?  You're my friend,
and when I see one of my friends who's hurting so badly that he thinks the
only solution is to kill himself, then I need to know why."

"Aw, Corky, that's over now.  We don't need to talk about that now."

"We do need to talk about it.  What was bothering you?  Did I have
something to do with it?"

"No, no.  One reason I went up there to see ya that day was because I been
thinkin' a lot about things.  I ain't no dummy, Corky.  And I could see it
was time to let Ricky go.  I was kinda like his Paw, but I loved him more
than jist a Paw.  He was everything . . . ."

Jake caught his breath suddenly and looked off in the distance again,
wiping his eyes with his neckerchief.

"Ricky was everything to me.  But I knew I didn't have no fuckin' right to
hold him down.  A guy's gotta break away from his Paw sometime.  I jist
wanted to let ya know that day that I let Ricky go and there weren't no
hard feelin's about you and . . . you and Ricky."

"Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry that . . . ."

Jake interrupted.  "Don't start with that, Corky.  Yer gonna make me all
blubbery.  And I don't wanna do that."

Jake and Corky sat in silence for a long time looking across the stream and
watching two squirrels chasing each other through the Mesquites.

"Jake.  I have to know why.  You were very gracious with me about Ricky.
But why?  Why the gun?  Why did you want to take your own life?"

"Corky, I'm gittin' old.  I've got all sorts a shit wrong with me.  My back
aches most of the time, my knees are creeky, I'm losin' my hair, I suffer
from gas pains constantly and can't fart when I want to, I can't even keep
a fuckin' hard-on more than two minutes.  So what good's a cock if ya can't
keep a hard-on?  About the time Ol' Ben died, I began feelin' like there
weren't nothin' left in life.  It was the same old shit.  Git up in the
mornin' out here in the middle of nowhere, work my fuckin' ass off all day
with a bunch of dumb shit-heads who don't know what a day's work is, then
go to bed.  And if I wasn't too fuckin' tired, I could jack off for some
late night excitement.

"Then after Ol' Ben died, there was poor little Ricky with no one.  That
made two of us.  We had nothin' and nobody.  So we found each other.  We
loved each other, Corky.  Here I was an old fuckin' man, and I found
someone I loved more than I ever loved anyone in my fuckin' life.  And ya
know, the funny thing was he loved me, too.  That don't happen every day.
So when I knew Ricky was movin' on, I was happy for him, even though I know
he don't like me no more.  And I was happy for you, too, Corky.  Really I
was.  But there was no point, I thought, in my takin' up space around here
no more without Ricky."

"So why didn't you go through with it?"

"Well, I don't know."

"Well, I do, Jake.  At the very last minute you were confronted by someone
who really needed you.  Think about it.  Isn't that right?  Not to get too
religious or spiritual about it, it was like you suddenly saw an angel
standing there, and he was telling you that you still had a purpose in your
life.  There was someone who still needed you."

"Aw, I don't believe none of that shit, Corky.  He weren't no angel.  He
was jist a skinny kid who needed a fuckin' ride and somethin' to eat."

"Yeah, but did you ever think why he just appeared outta nowhere, right
there in front of you out in the wilderness like that, just when you were
about to end it all?  I had a good friend once who had fallen in love with
a guy, but never told him about it.  He kept it a secret.  One night,
though, that guy found out about that love and rejected my friend in the
most horrible and agonizing way.  My friend was suddenly so blinded by hurt
and a feeling of rejection, he got in his car and was determined to kill
himself by crashing his car into a bridge abutment.  At the moment he knew
the crash was going to occur, he closed his eyes and everything went dark.
But he was soon aware that he wasn't dead.  He opened his eyes.  He saw
that he wasn't injured and there wasn't any damage to his car.  He could
recall with a certainty that he was headed into the bridge abutment at a
high rate of speed.  But for some reason, it didn't happen.  He's never
been able to explain it.  But he's always been grateful for whatever or
whoever saved his life that night.  He sure learned that ending his life
was not the answer to anything.  The last time I saw him, he had a partner,
and I don't think I ever saw two people more content with their lives than
they were."

"Corky, you can believe what ya want.  Maybe somethin' weird like that did
happen.  I dunno.  But I don't believe in no magic or any of that devine
stuff.  All I know is I'm over it now.  But, ya know, I do kinda wonder
what would have happened to Josiah if I hadn't been there to help him."

"Well, you see?" said Corky.  "You prove my point."

Jake looked into Corky's eyes "I never thought me and you'd ever be out
here talkin' like this after what I did to ya, Corky.  I know ya gonna
treat Ricky real good.  I'll always love him, I know that."


After supper that evening, Corky and Enrique went back to their room.

"Ricky, I've got to talk to you about something.  I know you've been upset
at Jake for what he did.  I had a long talk with Jake today.  And there's
something you've got to know.  Jake's been very remorseful about what he
did that day, and he's apologized.  And there's something else.  He loves
you very much-as much as he ever did.  But he realizes that you needed to
move on.  I mean, he knows you couldn't stay living in his room forever.
So he's not mad or angry or upset about you and me.  But when you left him,
he considered that the end of his life.  And I know you didn't know it, but
Jake tried to commit suicide last week."

Enrique gasped and buried his face in his hands and sat as though paralyzed
in his chair.  Then looking up at Corky, he said, "Oh, God, no."

"Ricky, he thinks you hate him.  Jake is everyone's friend, and you need to
talk with him and tell him that you don't hate him.  He needs to hear you
tell him."

Without a word, Enrique ran out and down to the end of the bunkhouse and
knocked on Jake's door.  Josiah opened the door and informed Enrique that
Jake was over in the barn.  Enrique found Jake patching a leak in a tractor
tire.

"Jake?"

"Ricky!  What you doin' here?  I ain't seen ya fer awhile."

"I wanted to talk to you, Jake.  I'm sorry if it looked like I wasn't
talking to you."

"Well, Ricky, it didn't jist look like ya weren't talkin' to me.  You
actually weren't!  Sit down here.  What ya got on yer mind?"

Jake reached behind a loose board on the wall and pulled out a pint bottle
of Jack Daniels.  He sat on the bale of hay next to Enrique, opened the
bottle, took a big drink and offered the bottle to Enrique.

"No thanks, Jake.  I . . . uh . . . wanted to talk to you."

"I can see that.  Ya already told me that, ya little fucker."

Enrique then turned quickly and threw his arms around Jake.  "I love you,
Jake.  I couldn't stand it if anything ever happened to you."

"Ricky!  What ya talkin' about?"

"Don't ever try to kill yourself again!  I'll kill myself if you do!"

"Oh, Corky told ya about that, huh?  Ya don't have to worry about that.
I'm never gonna try anything like that agin."

"Corky told me it was because I left you alone and you thought I hated you.
But I don't hate you.  I love you and I'll always love you."

Holding Enrique's head close to his chest, Jake said, "Oh, Ricky, we're all
foolish people.  We don't never know what we're doin' sometimes.  I love ya
like the dickens, Ricky.  Always will.  But there weren't no sense in me
keepin' ya tied to me all the time.  You and Corky belong together, and it
don't mean that you and me don't still love each other.  We can still go
out by the river we always used to go to and I can play ya the bagpipes
agin.  And maybe we oughta try flyin' that kite agin.  What d'ya say?"

Enrique looked up into Jake's face and smiled.  "Yeah, any time you say!"

As Jake held Enrique, he couldn't resist running his hand down the back of
Enrique's pants and once again feeling those wonderful round, firm ass
cheeks.  Enrique began to clench and unclench the muscles in his buns,
making them bounce and jump erotically.

"Oh Ricky," sighed Jake.  "ya always do that.  You know when ya do that
jgglin' with yer buns, it always gits me goin',"

"I know it does, Jake," Enrique said with a giggle.  "Let's go back to your
room tonight?"

"We can't do that, Ricky.  You know I got the new fella sleepin' there
now."

Enrique jumped up and pushed Jake over backwards off the bale and into the
hay.  Lying next to him, Enrique unbuttoned Jake's shirt.  Nestling his
face in Jake's chest hair in the valley between his large pecs, Enrique
reached down and slipped his hand inside the front of Jake's pants.

"Jake, I'm glad you don't have any underwear on.  It feels so good to have
my fingers around your balls again."

"Ricky, you shouldn't be doing this.  You should be back in yer room with
Corky."

"He knows I'm with you."

Enrique pulled Jake's pants off over his boots.  Taking off his own shirt
and pants, he lay down on his back.  "You know what I want more than
anything right now, Jake?  I want you to stand up over me and lower your
ass down over my face.  I need that, Jake.  I need to have your body all
over me one more time.  Please!

Jake felt his old passion for Enrique pour over him.  His balls actually
ached with desire.  As he slowly lowered his crotch down over Enrique's
face, Enrique breathed in the powerful, erotic aroma of Jake's crotch
sweat.  His tongue slashed through the tangled thicket of dense hair that
filled Jake's ass crack until it reached the hard puckered surface of his
ass hole.  Jake slowly stroked his gorged penis, but could feel himself
coming close in response to the feeling of Enrique's tongue circling and
then entering his asshole.  Enrique soon moved his head so that he could
suck on Jake's hair covered ball sack.  As he sucked and chewed on it, he
could feel Jake's balls pulling away and up into his body.  Then moving his
tongue up to the base of Jake's penis, he could feel the strong pulsating
begin as Jake's orgasm began and his hot sperm surged up the shaft and out
onto Enrique's stomach.  At the same time, Jake let out his customary
Tarzan yell that signified another powerful orgasm.  As it subsided, Jake
leaned forward and sucked Enrique's hard penis into his mouth, and at the
same time, Enrique pulled Jake's penis into his own mouth, sucking it dry.
As Enrique's orgasm approached, he started bucking his hips, as he always
did when he came.  Jake kept his head still as Enrique, in effect, fucked
his mouth.

Both Jake and Enrique were totally spent and exhausted, not only by their
emotional reunion that evening, but by the intensity of the sexual activity
they had just had.  Jake soon rolled off onto his back, and they both fell
asleep in a sort of detached 69 position.

Corky had become increasingly worried about what was keeping Enrique, and
went down to Jake's room to check on him.  Josiah told him that he had sent
Enrique to the barn to look for Jake.  When Corky entered the barn, he was
immediately confronted with the naked bodies of Jake and Enrique lying
uncovered and asleep.  Shocked at first, Corky very soon understood.  No
matter what his relationship was going to be with Enrique, he understood
that the love between Jake and Enrique would always endure.  Corky found a
horse blanket nearby and quietly covered the two sleeping beauties, leaned
over and kissed Enrique softly on the forehead, and tip-toed out.


Michael had not felt like leaving the house for several days after he had
returned home.  He spent much of his time either in bed or in a comfortable
chair on the front verandah.  Karl had slept with Michael each night, but
because of Michael's condition, Karl didn't want to do more with Michael
than to simply lie close to him and gently caress him.  They talked at
length about their relationship and their love, and Michael soon came to
understand completely about Karl's dalliances with Maggie.  He apologized
over and over again about his foolish jealousy, explaining that the
terrible loneliness he felt, along with the disappointment over what he
thought was Karl's disinterest in him, led to his irrational frame of mind
and strange behavior.

Sitting with Karl on the verandah, Michael said, "You know I don't know
much about physiology or psychology or any of that stuff, but I really
think there is a connection between the health of the mind and the health
of the body.  I haven't been this happy and content in my mind since before
last fall when Jeff left home.  And I just feel it's affecting my recovery.
Every morning when I wake up and reach over and feel your smooth, warm skin
close to mine and feel your warm breath on my face, and then look at the
sparkle in your eyes and hear your sweet little British "Good Morning," I
feel a hundred times more recovered than I did the day before.  My foolish
jealousy is what caused me to be injured like this.  I rode off that
morning like a whipped schoolboy, or does the saying go, like a whipped
puppy."

Michael and Karl spent their waking hours talking about their plans for the
improvement and modernization of the ranch, about Karl's money that would
be taken out of trust and invested at the local bank, and about their love
and their lifetime commitment.  An appointment had been made with Michael's
lawyer in Goliad the next week to discuss, draw up, and sign the Articles
of Partnership.

On the fifth day after returning home, Michael asked Karl to go with him to
the knoll in the Cottonwoods to view the damage of his little house.  Since
Michael wasn't ready yet to ride on horseback, they took the car.  It was
an overcast day, and rain had been predicted.  But Michael was determined
to end his housebound days, rain or shine.  As they approached the knoll,
they could see debris scattered for almost two miles around the site.
Michael caught his breath when he finally saw the two shattered walls,
which were all that remained standing of the house.

"My God, Karl, was I actually found alive in the midst of that rubble?"

After they parked and walked closer, Karl pointed to a spot and said, "You
were found right about here, completely covered over with debris.  While
you were in the hospital, Jeff came up here and took back all the things he
could find that could be saved."

Michael said, "Karl, look.  Ol' Ben's big old iron bedstead is sitting
right here where it set.  The mattress and box spring are gone, but the old
bedstead is still just as solid as ever."

Brushing debris off of the bedside table, which was lying on its side,
Michael forced the drawer open.  "Look Karl.  Right here in this drawer,
totally undisturbed are a new box of condoms, a tube of KY, and two
vibrating dildos.  The fact that these things are still here and in good
shape must be symbolic of something, don't you think, Karl?"

Karl took Michael by the arm and led him out of the rubble over to a grassy
terrace, which had been the west lawn over which Michael had often looked
at those beautiful Texas sunsets.

"Karl," began Michael, "I had dreamed of making this house our private
little hideaway.  And once we have it re-built, it will be."

Karl sat on the grass and pulled Michael down beside him.  He clasped
Michael's head between his hands and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "I
love you, Michael.  I'll be right here beside you in everything you ever
want to do."

Michael threw his arms around Karl's neck and they both stretched out flat
on the ground, pressed tightly against each other.  Michael became almost
frenzied as he covered Karl's face with kisses, running his tongue over
Karl's eyes, nose, lips, cheeks and ears.

"Your skin tastes so good, Karl.  Moist and salty and warm."  Michael
slowly unbuttoned Karl's shirt as he ran his tongue down over Karl's neck
and chest.  Karl became instantly excited with the realization that this
was the first time Michael had ever touched and caressed and kissed his
body.  Karl frantically undid his belt and top button and slid his pants
down so that Michael's searching tongue and lips could proceed lower and
lower.  As he did so, Michael buried his face in Karl's enormous thicket of
black pubic hair, slashing his tongue through it as though he were using a
machete in a jungle.  Karl's Penis was now hard and throbbing and bumping
rhythmically against Michael's cheek.

Then running his tongue up all sides of Karl's rigid penis, Michael said
softly, "I want you inside me, Karl.  I need to have your whole body inside
of me.  Please.  I want to devour you and have you inside of me so you can
never get out."

Karl sat up, pushed Michael onto his back and literally tore Michael's
pants from his body.  Pushing Michael's legs up in the air so that his
thighs lay tightly against his chest, Karl sat on his haunches literally
shaking with excitement as he stared at Michael's pink and puckered
asshole, clearly visible through a mass of dark brown hair that filled the
trench between Michael's ass cheeks.  Karl, still shaking with an
overpowering desire for Michael's body, leaned over and ran his tongue very
lightly over Michael's hole, which was by now clenching and unclenching
rapidly.  Karl filled Michael's whole ass crack with saliva and then slowly
pressed the head of his gorged penis against Michael's pink hole.

Just as Karl's cock head popped into the rectum, Michael groaned and
shouted, "Now fuck me hard Karl.  Squeeze your whole body into my hole.
Push harder and harder.  I need your whole body inside of me!"

As Karl pounded his hips against Michael, he gazed down at Michael's
contorted body.  He felt as though he had suddenly been thrown into a
dream, a fantasy, an illusion.  Here he was, just where he had longed to be
so desperately, for so long.  Michael's sphincter muscle was clamping hard
upon his penis with every thrust as though it were grabbing and pulling him
further and further into Michael's body.

"Harder, Karl!  Deeper, deeper, deeper!"

"I'm trying, Michael!  I'm trying to push deeper and deeper inside of you!"

Michael took hold of Karl's hips and pulled them savagely against his own
body.  Again and again, pounding him with each thrust.

"Michael, Michael!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  I'm going to fill your
whole body with my hot, thick sperm.  Ohhhhhhhhh!!"

Michael could feel Karl's hard rod inside of his rectum, jabbing,
thrusting, throbbing.  As Karl's orgasm slowly subsided, he collapsed on
Michael's body, where he lay for several minutes.  The sky became darker as
rain clouds moved rapidly overhead.

Karl soon rolled off to the side and looked at Michael, saying, "Michael, I
want you to flood my mouth with your sperm.  I need to taste it, eat it,
drink it as it passes into my body.  Please, Michael, would you fuck my
face?  Now?"

Michael positioned himself over Karl so that the tip of his penis just
touched Karl's nose, tickling him unbearably.  The wind began to pick up
and a sudden chill settled over them.  As Michael teased Karl, bobbing his
hard penis up and down on his face, Karl was able to suck the soft skin of
Michael's ball sack into his mouth.  The heavy masculine odor of Michael's
crotch was driving him to a frenzy and he snatched at Michael's cock with
his mouth, sucking in its full length as the first drops of cold rain began
to fall on them. Michael began to move his hips slowly up and down, feeling
Karl's lips tighten on his penis, and his tongue slashing and swirling
around the head of it.  As Michael started fucking Karl's mouth faster and
faster, the rain began to fall heavier.  Rain water was rolling off of the
sides of Michael's hips and into Karl's face.  The rain was cold and they
both began to shiver slightly.  But at the same time, the pouring rain
heightened their desire for total abandonment, to fold themselves into each
other's body.  Karl wrapped his arms around Michael's legs, now slick and
shiny from the rain.  The feel of Michael's wet legs and the hair on them
transported Karl into an almost delirious ecstasy as he felt the steady
pounding of Michael's hard rod against the roof of his mouth.

Michael's light brown hair, normally neatly combed to one side, was now
soaking wet and hanging down over his eyes.  He could feel rain water
trickling into his ass crack and tickling his asshole.  He could feel that
little preliminary clutching in his groin that always precedes the
beginning of an orgasm.  He slowed his thrusts in the hopes that he could
prolong the feeling, as well as that wonderful pulling and tugging feeling
as Karl sucked as hard as he could on his penis at every thrust.

It was no use.  The inevitable could not be delayed.  Michael literally
abandoned himself and allowed his body to do what it was going to do.  As
his orgasm built, he felt his sperm surging into Karl's welcoming mouth.
Karl tried not to swallow Michael's hot thick sperm and let it flood his
mouth, as he had requested Michael to do.  To have Michael's sperm in his
mouth was something that Karl had yearned for since he first met Michael.
He savored the sweet, yet powerful taste, allowing it to run down his
throat very slowly.

Michael rolled off of Karl onto the wet grass.  Karl leaned over Michael
and kissed and licked Michael's well shaped legs and, with his tongue,
swirled the wet hair on Michael's legs into circular patterns.  The cool
rain water made the skin on Michael's legs taste so fresh and sweet.

Karl and Michael were soon lying side by side with their arms around each
other, gently kissing each other's face.  The rain continued to come down
steadily, causing them to keep their eyes closed as they kissed.

Soon, Michael said, "Let's not go back yet.  Let's just stay lying here in
the rain for the rest of the day."  Looking over at their clothes scattered
where they were thrown, he said, "We can't get dressed anyway.  Our clothes
are as soaked as we are."

Several hours later, as evening approached, Michael and Karl were still
wrapped in each other's arms on the wet grass.  The rain had stopped and a
rainbow had appeared in the west.  Karl had gone to sleep earlier and
Michael lay next to him staring into his face, tracing his finger over
Karl's lips and eyebrows and his chin and kissing him.  Michael thought
that Karl's face as he slept had a sweetness to it, almost angelic.  He
told himself over and over that this must be a dream.  When Karl awoke, he
felt Michael's hard penis pressed against his leg.  It was too much.  They
each then sucked another load of sperm from the other's cock and collapsed
into each other's arms.

The clouds had moved out, and now the evening sky was lit by a full moon.
It was now well past supper time, and they wondered why no one had come
looking for them.  Throwing their sopping wet clothes into the trunk, they
sat in the car naked and drove back to the house.  They knew that it was
common knowledge around the ranch that Michael and Karl were an item, so to
speak, so they thought nothing of walking across the yard and into the
house naked.

Maggie's good friend, Rhapsody, had driven down earlier in the day from San
Antonio for a visit.  They were sitting at the kitchen table chatting and
drinking beer when Rhapsody saw out of the window the two naked beauties
get out of the car and walk toward the house.

"My God, Maggie!  Rhapsody screamed.  "Look what's coming this way.  Am I
dreaming?"

Rhapsody began to fan herself with a hot pad she picked up off the counter.
"Oh my dear, I think I'm having the vapors!"

As Karl gathered up the wet clothes, Michael came in through the Kitchen
door.  Rhapsody sat with her mouth open and her eyes bugged out.

Maggie said, "Michael, you remember Rhapsody, my best friend from San
Antonio.  Rhapsody, this is Michael.  He owns and runs this place."

Rhapsody stammered, "Oh, yes, Michael.  I remember you from New Years last
year.  You did the most adorable exotic dance and strip for us.  I think I
fainted near the end of it."

Maggie interjected, "It was your buns that did it, Michael.  She's queer
for buns.  She faints every time she sees a beautiful pair of buns.  If you
turn around, Michael, we can watch her faint again."

"Oh, shut your hole, queen," screamed Rhapsody.  "But I must say, I am
feeling a bit dizzy."

As Michael disappeared down the hall, Karl came in with the pile of wet
clothes, which he dumped on the floor next to the door.  "I think these can
all go into the washer, Maggie."

"Karl, I want you to meet my friend, Rhapsody.  Rhapsody, this is Karl."

At the sight of Karl and his equipment, Rhapsody began fanning herself
faster than ever.

"Nice to meet you, Rhapsody.  Please forgive me for not being dressed."

"Oh . . . yeah . . . what's to forgive!"

As Karl left the room, beads of sweat began to appear on Rhapsody's
forehead.  "My God, Maggie, he's gorgeous.  And that adorable little
English accent!  How long has that beautiful creature been around here?"

In a rather off-hand manner, Maggie said, "Well he and I were lovers, you
know."

"What!"

"Oh, yes.  He couldn't keep his hands off of me."

"Off of that shriveled up body?" responded Rhapsody.

"Watch your mouth, bitch!"

"I'm sorry, Maggie.  Tell me about him."

Maggie leaned in close to Rhapsody and whispered, "Karl sucks and fucks
better than anyone I've ever known.  And he's like a wild man when he's
fucking.  He told me he couldn't get enough of my asshole.  He said it was
the sweetest asshole he'd ever eaten or fucked.  He's such a flatterer!
Every night since he came here he would beg me to come to his room, which I
did reluctantly, of course."

"What are you talking about, girl?  You've never been reluctant in your
life to get fucked."

"Hush, bitch!"

"Well, what happened?  Are you still lovers?"

"Well, no.  I finally had a long talk with him and told him that I just
couldn't take so much sex every night. He was in tears, of course.  He was
inconsolable, but I assured him he would get over me.  He would find
someone else."

"He didn't seem too unhappy a few minutes ago, Maggie."

"Well, Rhapsody, he's bearing up.  He uses his smile to mask his hurt.  I
think he'll be alright in time."

"Do you think Karl would go for me?  If he went for a washed up slut like
you, he'd surely go for me."

"Well be my guest, Rhapsody."

Rhapsody was looking down the hallway in the direction to which Michael and
Karl had gone when she suddenly saw Karl, still naked, cross the hall and
go into the bathroom."

"Oh, Maggie dear, I've been drinking so much beer here that I really need
to use your tea room."

"Well, dear, you know where it is."

Rhapsody moved quietly down the hall.  Hesitating briefly at the bathroom
door, she opened it and went in, finding Karl standing at the toilet
peeing.

"Oh, my gracious, Karl!, she shrieked, "I didn't realize you were using the
can . . . or rather occupying the toilet room.  I am just simply
overflowing!  Would you mind if I stood here and peed with you?  I don't
think I can wait."

"Step right up, Rhapsody," chirped Karl.  "There's room for all."

Rhapsody pulled out her semi-hard cock and, as she peed, she glanced
furtively at Karl's limp penis.  She also maneuvered her head in such a way
that she could look behind Karl and examine his butt.

"My, my, Karl, you are a handsome lad."  As she slowly slipped one hand
around one of his ass cheeks, she purred, "What a pair of lovely buns!
Lucky Maggie!"

Karl looked at Rhapsody, surprised.  "Why do you say 'lucky Maggie?'"

"Well, with her and you being lovers and all, I don't mean to be judgmental
or anything, but I think she got the better bargain."

Karl laughed.  "You think so?"

"Yeah!"  Rhapsody, moved her hand down into the crack between Karl's ass
cheeks and around into his crotch.  She could see Karl's penis begin to
jump and slowly expand.  "I hope you don't mind my doing a little
exploring, honey.  I always feel my merchandise before I buy."

Karl said with a smile, "Oh, are you buying?"

"Well, it all depends on what's being offered."

Karl had finished peeing, but Rhapsody's hand, which was now fondling his
balls from behind, felt too good to walk away from.  He started slowly to
stroke his hard cock.  "That feels real good, Rhapsody."

"You just go ahead and jack it off, Karl, dear.  But when you're ready to
pour the wine, please let me be the one to come around and sample it."

While Rhapsody's hand felt wonderful on his balls, Karl had to smile at the
antics of this strange old queen.  "I believe, Rhapsody, I'm about to
decant my wine.  Are you ready to sample it?"

Rhapsody swung around to Karl's front and, on her knees, she sucked Karl's
gorged penis into her mouth.  Karl was now involuntarily bucking his hips
slightly.  And just as his orgasm began, the door was flung open and Maggie
appeared before them.

"God damn!  What the fuck are you doing, you slut!" screamed Maggie.

Rhapsody was so startled that she pulled her mouth off of Karl's penis, and
great streams of thick white sperm continued to shoot out and splatter all
over her face, with a large glob hanging precariously from the tip of her
nose.

Rhapsody fell back on her butt and started to wail and sob.  "Maggie, you
bitch.  Look what you've done!"

"Yeah," yelled Maggie.  "You look like a fuckin' old whore who just had her
fuckin' face gang banged!"

Karl took a piece of toilet paper and wiped off the remaining sperm that
was dripping out of his penis.  Laughing, he left the room saying, "The two
of you better be out of here in the next five minutes because I want to go
to bed and I've got to take a shower first."

As they heard Karl laughing on his way down the hall, the two old queens
just stared angrily at each other and snarled.

"Bitch!"

"Well, you're a Whore!"

"And you're a Slut!"

"But you're nothing but a dirty Cocksucker!"

"O yeah?  Who are you calling a dirty Cocksucker!"

Maggie and Rhapsody soon disappeared into Maggie's room, and the house was
at last quiet.


In the morning, all was apparently forgiven.  As Rhapsody was about to
climb into her old green 1972 Ford, she and Maggie hugged.

"Don't wait so long, Rhapsody.  Drag your fat ass down here more often.  We
get so far behind in our yakking."

"Well, dear, we need to see you up in San Antonio once in awhile, too, you
know.  You need to come up on San Jacinto Day.  You know the El Jardine
will be having its usual bash, and we'll all be in drag.  You must come.
Ta ta!"

The phone started ringing and Maggie ran back into the house to answer it.
It was past ten in the morning and neither Michael nor Karl had emerged
from their room.  The party calling was Willard Weinberger, Michael's
lawyer.  He asked Maggie to wake Michael since he had an urgent message.
Maggie knocked lightly on Michael's door and then entered.  Both Michael
and Karl were lying completely naked on top of the bed in a 69 position and
sound asleep.  Maggie couldn't resist.  She tip-toed over to the bed,
leaned over, and ran her tongue lightly over Karl's soft penis.  Karl
suddenly awoke and looked up at Maggie.

"Karl, please wake Michael.  He has an urgent phone call holding."

In a few minutes, Michael staggered into the kitchen.  "Hello"

"Michael, my friend.  This is Willard.  I just received a phone call from a
gentleman in San Antonio who claims to be your brother Jared's lawyer."

"Oh, shit!  What now?"

"Well, Michael, they claim to have identified an old state law prohibiting
the sale of the property, either outright or to a partner, without clearing
any prior claims on the property that may have been filed by other members
of the last owner's immediate family.  I have not yet had my clerk research
that law, but this gentleman seems rather confident that the law could very
well come into play in this situation.  I'm afraid we will have sit on the
partnership agreement until this latest development has run its course."

"Willard, this is just another attempt by the son-of-a-bitch brother of
mine to disrupt my life.  How long will all this take?  When do you think
we will be able to proceed with bringing Karl Oldenburg into the
partnership?

"It's hard to say, Michael.  It could take months."

"Willard, that asshole isn't going to quit his harassment until he wins.
Thanks for letting me know, Willard.  Keep me informed."

Michael staggered back to bed.  "Is there anything wrong, Michael,"
inquired Karl.

"No, Karl.  Everything is just fine.  Just please roll over here and hold
me for awhile."

It was not long before the two lovers were once again sound asleep in each
other's arms.


This is Chapter 15 of "My Father, My Son."  All comments and suggestions
are welcome.  All e-mails received will be answered.  The author wishes to
thank the many respondents who continue to be so encouraging about this
series.  Write to: tombor99@excite.com

Tom Borden