Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 17:57:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"--25th Installment

Following is the twenty-fifth 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
Chapter25

It was Friday night, and most of the ranch hands shined up their boots and
dusted off their hats and went into Goliad for a night of beer drinking and
whoring.  Corky had declined to go, in spite of repeated urgings by the
others.  He had been feeling particularly lonely and depressed, and had
purposely worked very hard that day, hoping he would fall asleep early.
Instead, he lay on his bed, wide awake, staring at the dancing shadows on
his ceiling made by the yard lights shining through tree limbs being blown
about in the wind.  For a short while, his life had been full of a joy he
had never known.  He actually felt there was a purpose to his life.  His
love for Ricky had grown steadily until he believed it had become profound
and secure.  But it was all just a dream, like all the dreams he'd ever
had.  They had always ended like puffs of steam, disappearing almost before
they started.

Corky thought back on the day he left home for good.  He was twelve years
old and the world before him was full of promise.  Nothing could stop him
now from making his dreams come true.  But the same old dreams just
continued to come and go.  Would his life have been better in the end if he
had not run away?  Probably not.  His stepfather was jealous of his
mother's attention to Corky and he had made Corky's life a living Hell with
constant beatings and recriminations.  He loved his Mother, but she always
seemed powerless to prevent her husband's cruelty.  The picture of his
mother crying and pleading with him not to leave was an image that Corky
would never be able to get out of his mind.  He never saw her again, and he
never got over that smothering feeling of guilt for having abandoned her.

Corky no longer had any dreams.  He felt there was nothing in his future to
look forward to.  His life now seemed meaningless and empty.  But watching
the graceful dancing of shadows on the ceiling seemed to cause a strange
feeling of tranquility to sweep over him.  He remembered Jake's lowest
point when he was determined to take his own life, but was saved the last
moment by an angel in the form of Josiah.  Corky smiled to himself and
thought there might just be an angel out there waiting for him.  But
probably not.  In any event, he felt he needed to get off the ranch for
awhile and away from all those around him who made no secret of their happy
affairs and their contentment.  He got up off the bed, put on his best pair
of jeans, brushed off his boots and his hat, and walked down to Jake's room
to tell him he would be gone for the weekend.  A total change of scenery
was what he needed and he would drive to San Antonio "where the lights are
bright," as he told Jake.

Corky was unfamiliar with San Antonio, but he would walk around downtown,
and the chances were that he would find a good bar where he could drink the
night away, and then sleep it off in his car.  As he drove, he could
finally see the lighted skyscrapers of downtown San Antonio in the
distance.  The drive had been so boring, however, that he had to fight to
keep his eyelids from dropping closed.  Then everything went dark.  Very
soon, he awoke with a Texas State Trooper gently shaking him.

"Sir!  Are you alright?"

"Yeah.  What happened?"

"You went off the road," replied the trooper.  "You must have fallen
asleep.  Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay.  I'm just kind of stiff."

The trooper said, "Maybe you'd better let me take you in to the emergency
room just to make sure."

"Oh, I don't know."

Walking to his car, the trooper radioed in for a wrecker to come to the
scene.  One tire on Corky's '72 chevy pickup had blown out when it went off
the road.  Corky climbed out of the car and sat down on the grassy bank.

"Are you sure you're okay?"  said the trooper.  "Maybe you'd better let me
take you in to be checked."

"No, I'm just a little dizzy.  I'll just wait here for the wrecker."  As
Corky went to stand up, his head seemed to be whirling and he almost went
down.  The trooper caught him before he hit the ground.

"You're not doing too well, fella.  I'm taking you in for a check-up.  Come
on, get in the car."

As they waited in the car for the wrecker to arrive, the trooper made out
his accident report. Corky did indeed feel dizzy and was beginning to feel
a sore spot on his forehead.  Raising his hand to the spot, he felt a bump.

"My God.  I must of hit my head."

Still writing, the trooper said, "Just keep your head back against the
headrest."

Corky looked over at the trooper, who was working intently on writing his
report.  The lights from the dashboard highlighted the troopers youthful
features.  "I want to thank you for finding me and helping me like this,
Trooper . . . ah."

"It's MacLeod.  Trooper Mark Preston MacLeod."

"Mark Preston MacLeod," Corky repeated.

"Yeah, Preston's my middle name.  You know, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon?
I suppose you don't remember that old radio show, and later the TV show
about the Northwest Mounted Police.  They had uniforms like mine, but more
colorful."

Corky thought a minute and then said, "I don't remember."

I see from your drivers license your name is Thomas.  Do you go by Tom?"

"No, everybody just calls me Corky."

When they arrived at the Methodist Hospital Emergency Room, Mark MacLeod
waited with Corky in the waiting room for what seemed like several hours.
When Corky was called to go back to an examining room, Corky extended his
hand and said, "Mark, I can't tell you how much I'm indebted to you for
finding me and taking care of me like this.  I hope we meet again."

As Corky turned to leave, the Mark said, "No, I'm going to stay right here
in the waiting room and make sure you're okay."

When Corky was discharged from the Emergency Room, he was feeling much
better, except for the bump on the head.  "Well, Mark, you can rest easy.
I'm doing fine.  Nothing's wrong with me at all."

"I'm glad to know that," Mark said.  "Your car is sitting outside the
repair shop, and it won't be until tomorrow morning before they put a new
tire on it.  I'll drive you to wherever you're staying."

"I'm not staying anywhere."

"Well, we'll get in the car and I'll call around to see if we can't find a
vacancy in a motel for you."

"No, please, Mark, I don't have enough money for that.  I'll just go into a
park and sleep and then pick up my car and drive home in the morning.  I
live and work at a ranch down around Goliad."

"You can't do that, Corky.  It's against City Ordinance to sleep in the
parks.  I get off duty at 1:00 a.m.  If you'll just wait here in the
waiting room until then, I'll come back and pick you up and you can crash
at my apartment for the night.  And then you can be on your way in the
morning."

"Mark, I wouldn't want to impose on you like that.  You've already done so
much more for me than you had to."

"This is the way it's going to be, Corky.  Now just wait here and watch
Leno or Letterman on that big TV over there and I'll be back after you.
Now, ya hear?"

"Okay, Mark, I'll see you in a little while.

This was not at all what Corky had planned for his weekend away from the
ranch.  If things had gone as he planned, he would be sitting in a downtown
bar listening to country-western music and soaking up some of that great
Pearl beer.  But then again, he surely hadn't planned on being invited to
stay at the apartment of that gorgeous hunk of a Texas trooper, Mark
MacLeod.  The man was at least six feet four or five inches tall.  Corky
had watched Mark's bulging thigh muscles outlined through his pants as he
sat in the car, plus his rather large package that created a bulge under
the upper part of his left pant leg..  And he watched the man's large chest
heave up and down with every breath.  He had short-cropped brown hair and
very tan skin.  His face was perfectly sculpted with a straight, thin nose,
full lips, and a dimple in his chin.  His eyebrows slanted erotically
upward and outward, and his large brown eyes were softened by a veil of
long dark eyelashes.

Corky thought, how could he spend the night in the same apartment as this
Adonis?  It would drive him crazy.  He decided to leave the waiting room
and run as far from the hospital as possible.  He remembered that they had
passed a large wooded area on their way to the hospital.  That is where he
would spend the night.  As he ran from the Emergency Room, he saw Mark
walking toward him.  There were those strong thighs with their muscles
rolling inside his trouser legs.  There were those wide shoulders and
narrow hips undulating as he walked.  And the wide leather belt and,
attached to it, the black holster containing his weapon.  And just beneath
the brim of his trooper's hat were those dark, dusky, brooding eyes.  Corky
began to feel dizzy again and slumped down, sitting on the curb.  Mark
reached down and lifted him to his feet and, with his arm around Corky's
waist, walked him slowly to his car.

When they entered the apartment, Mark quickly removed his hat, belt and
holster, as well as his boots.  "Now Corky, I'd fix you something to eat
and drink, but it's so late, I know you want to get some sleep so you can
get off early in the morning.  I have two bedrooms, but the bed in my room
is the only one that's made up at the moment.  I want you to sleep there,
and I'll sleep here on the sofa."

Corky quickly said, "Mark, that's your bed.  You hardly know me.  I feel
damned lucky that you're letting me stay here for the night.  I'll just
sleep here on the sofa."

"No way.  You've been through a lot tonight."

"But . . . ."

"But, nothing.  Do you want me to order you at gun point to get in that
bed?"

Corky stripped down to his briefs and went into the bathroom to wash his
face and hands and pee.  When he came out, Mark was sitting on the bed in
only a pair of thong underwear.

"Now Corky, just go on and get into bed and lie on your stomach.  I'm going
to massage your shoulders.  It'll make you relax and get the blood
circulating.  We don't want any more of those dizzy spells."

When Corky saw Mark sitting there practically naked and looking like a
Greek God, his penis expanded to a full erection in seconds.  He could not
believe what was happening.

"Okay, get those skivvies off and get down there on your stomach."

Corky had always believed that his own body was well-shaped and muscular
enough to hold its own with anyone.  But he literally felt puny, and a
little embarrassed, in the presence of Mark's gorgeously sculpted body.  He
knew that Mark had seen his hard-on when he removed his briefs, but Mark
didn't seem to react to it in any way.  With his large hands, Mark began to
slowly knead the flesh around Corky's shoulders and neck.

"How does that feel, buddy?"

"Great, Mark."

Slowly, Mark began to move his hands down along Corky's back, massaging his
skin and muscles with firmness that almost hurt.  It was not long before he
felt Mark's hands lightly encircling his ass cheeks.  They were being
fondled so gently, it tickled and Corky began to jerk.

"Does that tickle, Corky?

"Yeah."

"That's meant to relax you."

Corky couldn't see Mark, but he heard and felt him shifting his position.
And then it happened.  He felt the unmistakable swirling of Mark's tongue
on his asshole.

"Oh, God, Mark!  Don't stop!  That feels so good!"

Soon, Corky felt Mark's tongue move down over his balls that were visible
from behind and then down the backs of each leg.  Mark ran his tongue very,
very lightly over the soft hair that covered Corky's legs, tickling them
unbearably.

Corky had had enough.  He rolled over on his back and threw his arms around
Mark's neck and pulled him down to him, slamming his mouth onto Mark's
mouth and thrusting his tongue between Mark's lips.  They slashed at each
other's tongues unmercifully.  Then withdrawing his tongue, Corky began to
kiss and lick every inch of Mark's gorgeous face.  Corky didn't care.  He
was deep into an erotic hysteria that he couldn't control.

Corky reached down and tore at Mark's thong until it broke and fell by the
side.  Mark's rod was hard and throbbing.  Corky knew it had to be the
largest he had ever seen.  But, clawing at Mark's hips, he screamed, "Fuck
me, Mark!  Fuck me hard!  Ram that cock up my ass hard!  Now!  Please!"

Mark was now completely in control.  On his knees, he lifted Corky up by
the hips and pushed Corky's legs over his shoulders.  Emptying about a half
bottle of hand lotion all over Corky's ass hole, Don pushed his thick,
heavy cock into Corky's ass all the way to the hilt.  Corky began to feel
dizzy again and felt as though he was going to pass out.  He had no control
of his body.  Mark was holding his entire body completely off of the bed
with his two strong arms.  As Mark's penis began to expand even larger,
signaling that the orgasm was beginning, Corky felt his own orgasm coming
on.  With a roar, Mark pulled his rod out of Corky's ass, and shot long
arcing streams of his thick white sperm onto Corky's face.  He then went
down and took Corky's penis into his mouth just as Corky began shooting his
own thick cream.  As Corky licked as much of Mark's sperm off of his face
as he could with the help of his fingers, Marl sucked every drop from
Corky's penis, even as it deflated.

Corky and Mark lay silently side by side for a long time.  Finally Mark
said, "Corky, are you sorry you accepted my invitation to stay here
tonight?"

Corky could say nothing but, "No, I'm not sorry."

"Corky, I really didn't plan for this to happen the way it did.  Sure, I
admit, I wanted you the minute I saw you.  But I wanted to find a way that
we could get to know each other somehow and let this happen naturally as
time went on."

"I know, Mark.  But would it be okay if we could still try to get to know
each other?  What we just did shouldn't prevent us from doing that, should
it?"

"We do need to get to know each other, Corky.  And we're gonna start doing
that tomorrow.  Okay?  Let's get some sleep now, and we'll talk in the
morning."

As Corky lay next to the sleeping Trooper Mark MacLeod, he wondered if Mark
was his Josiah.  He wondered if Mark was indeed the angel come to save him.


When Corky awoke the next morning, he heard the shower running and could
smell coffee brewing.  He stared over at the closet door where a freshly
pressed uniform was hanging.  On the chair was Mark's trooper hat and
holster.  By the chair sat Mark's boots.  Corky could hardly believe that
the events of the evening before had actually happened.  He thought about
his car and sat up realizing that he would have to get dressed and go and
see about that.  Just then the bathroom door opened and Mark emerged
completely naked.  Corky's penis jumped several times at the sight of
Mark's muscular, but graceful body.  He hadn't noticed it in the dim light
the night before, but Mark's body showed a very pronounced bikini tan line
that started right at the upper edge of his large thicket of pubic hair.

"Corky, I was hoping I could just leave you a note and get away without
waking you.  I'm on duty today.  But I want you to stay right here in the
apartment and entertain yourself until I get back."

Mark's tone was so masculine and authoritative that Corky almost felt like
saying, "Yes, Sir!  Yes, Sir!"

"On my way in," Mark said as he opened the top drawer of his dresser, "I'm
going to stop at the repair place and see about your car, and then I'm
going to drop off the accident report."

Corky stared at Mark's perfectly melon shaped ass cheeks as he searched the
drawer for some clean underwear.  Corky watched every twist and flex of
Mark's leg, arm, and torso muscles as he got dressed.

Fixing his hat on his head and buckling his belt and holster, Mark sat on
the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed Corky very gently on the
lips while Corky ran his hands slowly over Mark's arm and thigh muscles.

"Corky, the coffee's made.  There's cereal or eggs and bread and just about
anything in the kitchen if you want to make yourself some breakfast.  And
there are books and tapes and CDs you're welcome to get into while I'm
gone.  And here's a key to the apartment.  If you leave for a walk or
something, be sure to lock the door when you go."

"Do you trust me, Mark?  You hardly know me," said Corky with a wry smile.

"Well, my friend," Mark said as he traced his finger over Corky's lips, "If
I can't trust you, just remember I'm a cop, and I'll hunt you down like a
dog.  Now behave and enjoy yourself while I'm gone.  I'll be back in the
late afternoon."

After Mark departed, Corky took a leisurely shower, shaved, and put on the
one change of clothes he brought with him in a small saddle bag.  He poured
a mug of coffee and helped himself to a bowl of Cheerios and milk.  He sat
down and turned on the television and watched Martha Stewart teach him how
to baste a Thanksgiving turkey with a mixture of herbs and spices.

Two entire walls of Mark's living room were lined with shelves full of
books.  Corky got up to look.  There were titles he had never heard of:
Holinshed's The chronicles of England, Thucydides' History of the
Peloponnesian War, Thomas Carlyle's History of the French Revolution, and
Prescott's History of the Conquest of Mexico.  Turning to another section
of this vast library, Corky found Sir Thomas More's Utopia and
Machiavelli's The Prince.  And still further along, a collection of Robert
Burns' Poems, Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy, The Sonnets of William
Shakespeare, Pindar's Odes of Victory, andMilton's Paradise Lost.  As
Corky's eyes glanced over the hundreds of books before him, he found more
books on history and philosophy, books on science and religion, biographies
and travel books.

"My God," thought Corky.  "This man is way beyond me.  He must really be
smart.  But he's just a State Trooper!  Wow!"

On the mantle over the fireplace, stood several trophies and small plaques.
One plaque was dated two years before, citing Mark MacLeod for heroism
beyond the call of duty.  Hanging on the wall next to it was a citation
which told of Mark's heroism in rescuing four small children from a burning
automobile after a collision "without regard for his own life and safety."
Next to that on the wall was a framed diploma from Alamo Heights High
School.  From the date of graduation, Corky figured that Mark was now about
37 years old.  And next to that hung another diploma from the University of
Texas from which he was granted a Ph.D., a Doctorate in Philosophy.  Corky
collapsed in a chair, unbelieving all the things he had just seen.

Getting up to go into the kitchen, Corky passed by a desk, piled high with
stacks of papers.  But what caught his eye was a small framed portrait
standing on the desk.  It was of a young boy with the inscription: "Happy
Birthday, Daddy, with Love from Jodi."


It was Saturday noon, and Michael was helping Karl pack for a short trip
back to New York to look after some business interests there.  Jeff and
Paul had arrived that morning to spend the weekend away from Austin and
perhaps do some horseback riding, which they both loved.  As Karl passed
down the hall, he noticed Paul in his and Jeff's room unpacking and hanging
up some of his clothes.  He was hoping to find Paul alone.

"Hi, Paul.  Michael's just about to drive me off to San Antonio to catch
the plane to New York.  Before I leave, though, there's something I wanted
to talk with you about."

"Sure, Karl," said Paul motioning for him to come in.

"Paul, we both know about the enduring relationship between Michael and
Jeff.  I've gotten little hints lately-nothing really too strong-but just a
kind of feeling that Michael really misses his times alone with his son,
Jeff.  I don't know if Jeff has also given off any signs of that."

Paul stopped what he was doing and sat down.  "Well, now that you mention
it, he has talked once or twice lately about missing his dad."

"Well, Paul, I'm going to be in New York over the weekend and I won't be
getting back here until Monday night.  Would you be willing somehow to make
yourself scarce-you know, maybe find some reason you have to go back to
Austin for a day or so?  I think you and I do find it in our own interests
to promote the mental health of both Michael and Jeff, if you know what I
mean."

"I agree, Karl.  You're absolutely right.  This would be a good time to let
the two of them have some private time together.  But we're going to have
to let them each know somehow that we would approve of it while we're away.
I'll talk to Jeff, and you find a way to tell Michael that you think it
would be a good idea to get . . . you know . . . reacquainted with Jeff."

On the way to the airport, Karl said, "Michael, I want you to do something
for me-and for yourself-while I'm away.  I want you and Jeff to go off and
spend a night at your house in the Cottonwoods.  It's been quite awhile and
you both deserve to get off again with each other for awhile."

"Oh, Karl.  I don't want to come between Jeff and Paul.  They're both down
here for the weekend for a little vacation from school."

Karl put his hand on Michael's thigh.  "Michael, Paul agrees with me.  He's
going to go back to Austin and won't be back at the ranch until tomorrow
night.  Paul's back there right now suggesting the same thing to Jeff.
Just have a good time together, Michael.  There are no two people I know
that deserve it more.  And I've made up my mind that I'm not going to keep
you two apart again for so long.  I love you Michael.  And it wouldn't be a
loving thing for me to do to try to keep you two apart."

Michael didn't know what to say.  Finally, he looked over at Karl and said,
"Thanks, Karl.  There are a lot of moments in my life when I think I don't
deserve you."

When they pulled up to the terminal where they agreed Karl would be dropped
off, Michael leaned over and hugged Karl.  "I love you Karl.  I know you're
not going to be gone long, but I'm going to miss you."

Karl said firmly, "For Heaven's sakes, Michael!  Don't miss me!  You owe
this time and all your thoughts to Jeff.  You can think about me on Monday
night when I return, but not before.  Promise?"

"I promise."

Back at the ranch, Paul asked Jeff to sit out on the verandah for a few
minutes with a cup of coffee.

"Jeff, I'm really sorry about this, but I've just remembered I have a
number of things I have forgotten to do back in the animal lab in
preparation for Monday morning's class.  I really have to go back this
afternoon.  But I'll drive back here tomorrow afternoon, so we can drive
back to Austin that night."

Jeff said, "Well, I understand.  But I'm sorry your weekend away from
Austin has to be ruined."

"That's no problem, Jeff.  But I want you to promise me something.  I want
you to spend the night with your dad up at the house in the Cottonwoods.
It's been a long time and the two of you should once again spend some time
together."

"Paul," began Jeff.  "You know Karl will be away this weekend, and I don't
think it would be right to do that without his knowing."

"But he does know, Jeff.  Karl told your dad just what I'm telling you
now!"

"So it's a conspiracy!"

"You got it!  Both Karl and I think it's time that you and your dad once
again spend some private time together.  You remember, both Karl and I
promised we would always remember and respect the special relationship you
and your dad have."

Tears started to well up in Jeff's eyes.  "I don't deserve you Paul.  I
just don't deserve you."

Paul put his arms around Jeff and said, "Tonight it's the Cottonwoods, but
tomorrow night you're mine again!"

As Paul drove off, Jeff went to find Michael, who was lying on his bed
looking at the ceiling and thinking about the little reunion he was about
to have with Jeff.  Jeff stood in the doorway and, with a big smile, said,
"Well, dad.  It's just you and me tonight!"  They both laughed as Jeff
threw himself on the bed and into Michael's waiting arms.


Corky's mind seemed to be exploding with all the revelations about Mark
that he had discovered during the day.  Shortly after noon, he left the
apartment, locked it securely, and walked four blocks into the heart of
downtown.  Walking through Alamo Plaza, he stood on the Commerce Street
bridge, looking down over the side into the San Antonio River and the walks
on either side of it, crowded with noisy tourists.  Three Mexican
guitarists were serenading the outdoor diners at Casa Rio.  Walking down
the steps to the River Walk, he walked for a long distance until he found
himself far away from the crowds and the roaring traffic on the streets
above.

Sitting on a stone bench, Corky watched the leaves falling from the trees
into the river and float lazily away.  "What the fuck have I gotten myself
into?" he thought.  "This man is a scholar, a genius, a hero, and . . . my
God . . . he's married and has a son."  He thought about this man-this
gorgeous State Trooper-and all the things he learned about him.  His
thoughts became confused and rolled around in his head until nothing made
any sense.

Looking at his watch, he hurried back to Mark's apartment, wanting to be
there when Mark returned.  As he stood at Mark's desk, again looking at the
handsome young boy's picture, Mark walked in.

"Hi, Corky," said Mark, stripping off his gun belt and hat.  "Am I ever
glad this day is over.  And I don't have to go back until Monday.  Let me
get into some normal clothes, and fix us a drink, and then we can talk and
really get to know each other.  Okay?"

"Yeah, Mark, we've got to talk."

Corky followed Mark into the bedroom and watched him strip down and get
into a pair of jeans and t-shirt.  He now looked at mark with different
eyes.  Mark opened a couple of bottles of Pearl and motioned to Corky to
follow.

"Come on out here on the balcony.  Don't you think this is a great view of
the city skyline?  And it looks as though we're going to have a great
sunset as a backdrop."

Corky agreed and added, "Mark, I'm not sure what's been happening here.
First of all, to have a Texas State Trooper take me home and into his bed
is beyond any dream I ever dreamt.  Then today I've been looking over your
books and trophies and find out you're something of a . . . I don't know.
All those books!  And you were a hero, rescuing those children.  And on top
of that you went to college and you're a Doctor of Philosophy!  None of
this matches with being just a State Trooper.  I didn't mean just a State
Trooper.  I mean . . . "

"Aw, Corky," Mark interrupted.  "I know what you mean.  I'm not a real
doctor of philosophy.  That's just the name of my degree.  My degree is
really in criminology and the criminal justice system.  I've always been
interested in law enforcement.  So after I graduated, I became a State
Trooper."

"But all those books!" said Corky, waving his hand toward the living room.

"Well," answered Mark, "I've always loved reading and I love history,
especially ancient history.  I've always liked to surround myself with lots
of books.  I even belong to a couple of Readers' Clubs that meet every
month."

Corky shook his head.  "Well, I feel kind of honored to be in your company.
But I really don't belong here.  I don't have any education and I don't
read much.  I just work my ass off on a ranch and try to mind my own
business.  I don't have too many friends, either."

"What do you mean, you don't have too many friends?" asked Mark.  "You're a
damn good looking young fellow, and you seem like a nice person, too."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I've tried to . . . you know . . . be with
someone down there.  But he walked out on me."

"Let me tell you, Corky, what I have in mind.  I never intended to stay in
the State Trooper force forever.  In fact, I've been planning on leaving it
very soon.  I want to open my own private detective agency.  I have the
experience and the know-how.  And I've got the education."

"That sounds great, Mark!"

After looking out over the city skyline for several minutes and taking a
few more gulps of beer, Mark looked at Corky and said, "Corky, have you
ever considered leaving the ranch and doing something else?"

Corky gave a half-hearted laugh and shrugged his shoulders.

"No, come on, Corky.  Have you ever thought of getting a different job?"

"Aw, Mark, I can't do nothing else.  I never got trained to do nothing
else.  For awhile after I left home, I was just a drifter doing odd jobs
here and there.  I guess I'm just lucky the Walkers kept me on as long as
they have."

"You know, Corky, everybody's trainable.  I'm going to need an assistant to
go out and dig up information and do surveillance work for me.  I don't see
any reason why I can't train you to do that kind of work.  It isn't that
hard to learn.  Would you be interested if we could work it out?"

Corky felt his heart jump.  When was the last time, he thought, that
someone ever took an interest in him and offered to help him?  It had never
happened before, except perhaps when he wandered onto the Walker Ranch one
day, and Ol' Ben Walker put him to work.

"I don't know if I could ever do that kind of work.  Do you think maybe I
could?"

"Of course I think maybe you could.  What have we got to lose.  If you fuck
up and don't work out, you can always go back to the ranch."

Corky looked out over the skyline and just said, quietly, "Wow."

Mark got up and went into the kitchen.  He returned with two more bottles
of Pearl.

"Corky, I guess there's something else we need to talk about.  It wouldn't
really matter ordinarily, except, when it comes to you, I don't want what
we do this weekend to be just another forgotten memory.  I'm sure it's no
secret that I'm very interested in you in several ways.  When I came home
this evening, I saw you looking at the picture on my desk."

"Oh, yeah," said Corky with a faint smile.  "He's a good looking boy."

"Well, Corky, he's my 14 year old son, Jodi.  And I'm sure you surmised
that I must be married.  Well, actually, I have been divorced for close to
three years.  We were given joint custody of our son, and he spends every
other weekend with me."

"Wow," exclaimed Corky.  "What a lucky kid to have a father like you!"

"We do really well, Corky.  But there is something else I have to tell you.
And I'm not sure how to explain it.  It's just something that happened.
About a year ago, I was sent up to Chicago to attend a State Police
Conference.  And I took Jodi with me so he could see the big city and maybe
we could do some of the museums if we had time.  He and I never had any
problem being naked around each other.  And we've even seen each other with
hard-ons sometimes, too.  But one evening up there in the hotel, I was
masturbating in the shower.  It's one of my favorite places to get off.
The shower had a glass shower door.  I didn't see Jodi walk in, but he saw
me.  He had never seen me jack off before, and I never intended him to ever
see me.  But seeing me do it apparently turned him on so much that he sat
down on the toilet and started jacking off himself.  I didn't see him at
first, but when I did, I was really kind of shocked and I stopped stroking
my own penis.  Then he stopped.  But when I got out and was drying myself,
he just stayed there on the toilet and slowly stroked himself as though he
had no embarrassment or anything.

"Then we both went back into the bedroom.  And I decided there was nothing
I should do then but to have a talk with Jodi about masturbation and sex in
general.  I had never talked with him about sex before that, so this was
the natural time to do it.

"While we talked, we both sat there with no clothes on.  And I had a
blazing hard-on through the whole thing.  And he did, too.  The more I
talked about sex and masturbation and all that, the more turned on and
horny I was getting.  But I tried to do my best not to show it and just be
kind of clinical about it.  He told me that he had been masturbating for at
least a year and had learned how from a school friend.  Then he kind of
rendered me speechless when he cheerfully said that since we know we both
masturbate, maybe we could do it together from now on.

"And Corky, I was doing everything I could to hide my erotic feelings, and
here was this son of mine with a big smile on his face suggesting we jack
off together."

Corky said, "My God, Mark, I don't think I could have contained my feelings
at all."

"Well, it was hard.  We didn't even have twin beds.  The room had only one
king size bed.  I explained everything I knew about sex, and we talked for
the whole evening.  I finally said it was time we got some sleep.  When we
got in bed, Jodi told me not to pull the covers up because he wanted to
jack off and he wanted me to do it with him.  I told him okay, just this
once.  So we did it.  I tried to hold it back, but it was only a couple of
minutes before I shot a huge load all over my stomach and arm, and some of
it shot over to his stomach.  He was watching me the whole time, and while
I was shooting my sperm all over the place, he started shooting his.  I
have to say I was stunned, because he shot as big a load as I did.

"Anyway, I told him that that was the only time I was going to do that, and
that he was to go to sleep.  I lay on my side facing away from him, but all
night I kept feeling him pushing his body up against my back and I felt his
hands on my ass and my legs and everywhere else.  I kept telling him to go
to sleep.  He would stop for awhile, but then I'd wake up again feeling his
body wiggling up against me.

"We didn't talk about it the next day, but it turned out to be the same
thing that night.  But this time, he got even more aggressive in his
feeling and massaging my body.

"To make a long story short, Corky, this has been going on over the past
year during every weekend he has been scheduled to stay over here at my
apartment.  I really fought it at first, but we're now into both oral and
anal sex with each other.  I let him do all the initiating.  Nothing is
done without his starting it.  And I have to say, he is a hot little
bugger."

Corky finally said, "Well, Mark, you can see right here what a fucking
hard-on you've given me.  I want to ask you something.  Why did you tell me
all of that.  You didn't have to.  And you took the chance that it would
turn me off and that I would be disgusted by it."

"Corky, I don't know if you've noticed," said Mark, "but I'm hoping that
you and I can see each other more than just this weekend.  And I don't want
you to make any decision about seeing me again without knowing everything
there is to know about me, whether you think it's good or it's bad."

Mark got up from his chair and sat on the floor in front of Corky.  He put
his arms up on Corky's knees and rested his chin on his arms.  Corky looked
down into Mark's eyes.  Here was this gorgeous Texas State Trooper looking
up at him like a little boy pleading for approval or forgiveness or
whatever.  Corky thought for a few moments that he had a strange power over
this trooper.  Yes, Mark did want approval, and it was up to Corky to
either give it or withhold it.  He looked down into Mark's beautiful eyes,
which were barely visible behind those heavy black eyelashes.  He knew
that, for the next few moments at least, Mark was totally in his power.  If
he rejected Mark, would he see this gorgeous Texas State Trooper fall to
the floor in despair, weeping uncontrollably, and begging to be taken?  Of
course, there was no way he was going to reject Mark on any grounds.

Corky reached down and brushed Mark's brown hair back off of his forehead
and said, "Okay, Mark, I know everything there is to know about you.  And I
would like you to take me to bed now."

Mark stood up and said, "Wow, Corky.  You're pretty blunt.  When you want
to go to bed with someone, don't you know how to be a little more subtle?"

"No, I don't know anything about being subtle.  Please let's go to bed."


Meanwhile, back at the Ranch . . . .

It was now late afternoon.  Jeff and Michael were lying on Michael's bed.
Jeff had propped himself up on one elbow and was looking down into
Michael's face.  Jeff could read nothing but love and longing in his
father's eyes.

"Dad, I've missed having you like this where I can kiss your face-your
lips, your eyes, your beautiful dimpled chin.  I've missed that dear,
loving, youthful smile you have when you look at me.  Don't you ever age?
I love you, dad."

As Michael reached up and put his arms around Jeff's neck, pulling him down
closer, they heard Maggie's dinner bell.

"Jeff, are you hungry?" said Michael softly.  "Or should we skip dinner
tonight?"

"I don't know, dad.  Both Karl and Paul are expecting us to go out to the
house in the Cottonwoods for the night.  You know, it would be the very
first time you have slept there since the tornado and since it was rebuilt.
And it would be kind of special for the two of us to do it together."

Michael traced Jeff's eyebrows with his finger and said, "Well, Josiah told
me when he and Brian came back that the refrigerator and the freezer were
still pretty full of pre-cooked food that Maggie had made.  Why don't we
just get into the jeep and go on up there right now?  Huh?  I haven't seen
a beautiful sunset from that knoll for so long."

"Yeah, let's go!"

As soon as they arrived at the house, Michael went in and opened most of
the windows.  It was November and the breeze that blew off the range was
cool and dry.  As Jeff got out two bottles of beer, Michael brought out
some of Maggie's sourdough bread and a plate of sliced roast beef.  After
making several sandwiches, Michael and Jeff carried them out to the front
verandah where they sat sipping beer and eating while they watched the
setting sun.

Finally, Michael said, "Jeff, let's go down and sit on the terrace like we
used to do."

Leaving their plates and empty beer bottles on the verandah, they walked
down along the terrace and sat next to each other on the grass.  Michael
put his arm around Jeff's shoulder, and Jeff leaned his head on Michael's
shoulder.  They stared at the reddening sky as the sun began to sink lower
toward the horizon.  Jeff undid several buttons on Michael's shirt and
slipped his hand inside where he gently ran his finger over Michael's
hardening nipples.

"Oh, Jeff, it's been a long time since I felt your fingers on my skin."

Jeff then began to rub his hand all over Michael's chest and stomach,
pulling slightly on the thick strip of hair that started at his navel and
disappeared down below his belt and inside his pants.  Opening Michael's
shirt all the way, and pushing him down flat on his back, Jeff lowered his
head onto Michael's chest.  As he ran his tongue over Michael's pectorals
and stomach, Jeff slowly undid Michael's belt and zipper.  Bringing his
tongue down into Michael's thick bush of pubic hair, Jeff could feel
Michael's hard penis throbbing and slapping him gently on the chin and
neck.  Michael's pubic hair felt moist on Jeff's tongue and tasted slightly
salty with sweat.

Michael said, "Take off your shirt, son.  The cool breeze really feels
wonderful on the bare skin.  As Jeff rose up on his haunches and unbuttoned
his shirt, Michael undid Jeff's belt and unzipped his fly.  Reaching
inside, Michael could feel Jeff's underwear, already soaked with pre-cum.

Soon, Michael and Jeff lay totally naked in each other's arms, pressing
their bodies together and running their hands all over each other.  Jeff
broke away and rolled his father over onto his stomach.  He looked down on
Michael's firm ass cheeks, standing out like two perfectly round white
bowling balls, in contrast to the dark tan of his back and legs.  He leaned
over and ran his tongue very lightly over the entire surface of these orbs,
tickling them unbearably and making Michael jerk around with pleasure.  The
cool air blowing over his saliva-covered buns felt so erotic.  Michael
lifted his hips up in the air as high as he could, slightly exposing the
tangled thicket of black hair that filled his ass trench.  Jeff slashed
through this mass of damp, musky smelling hair with his tongue until he
felt the pucker of his father's asshole.  Pressing hard, Jeff felt
Michael's asshole relax just enough to allow his tongue to slip into the
warm wetness of his father's rectum.

"Ooooooooh!," Michael called out.  "Can you go deeper, Jeff?  Ooooooooooh!"

Jeff rolled over on his back with his large, throbbing hard penis standing
straight up.  "Sit on it, dad.  Please!  Take it all."

Michael stood over Jeff's hips.  Looking up, Jeff could see his father's
balls waving gently in the breeze.  He took hold of Michael's firm calves
and ran his hand very lightly over the soft hair that covered them.  To
feel the shape of his father's leg muscles, now taught and firm, made
Jeff's penis jump around with excitement.  Michael, facing Jeff's head,
slowly lowered himself onto his son's waiting penis.  Jeff watched
carefully as his father spread his ass cheeks with his hands and brought
his asshole down just where Jeff's penis could barely touch it.  Jeff took
hold of his father's balls and lifted them up so he could see the head of
his own penis slowly being pressed and sinking into his father's asshole
and, with a jerk, pop inside.  As Jeff felt his penis pushing deeper and
deeper into the warm, wet cavern of his father's rectum, Michael could feel
his rectum filling slowly with his son's hard penis.

As Jeff lightly caressed the soft hair on his father's legs, Michael began
his up and down motion, bringing the piston that was his son's hard penis
into his body with increasing speed and force.  It was only a minute or two
before Jeff began bucking his hips slightly and contorting his face as his
orgasm began to take complete control of his body and all of his senses.

Jeff yelled out, "Harder, dad!  Fuck me harder!  Aaaaaaaaooooooooh!  Jeff
let all his muscles take over and pump the hot sperm from him into his
father's body.  Just then, Michael shouted as his own throbbing penis
started spewing long ropes of thick white sperm onto his son's chest, neck,
and chin.

Neither of them moved from their position until they were able to catch
their breaths.  Soon, Michael slowly pulled off of his son's penis, as Jeff
watched his own sperm begin to drip from his father's asshole.

"Dad, quick!  Come sit on my face for a minute!"

As Michael scooted up and lowered his crotch over his son's face, Jeff
sucked the remaining sperm from his father's asshole.

Lying side by side, they began to doze, but soon the air began to feel
cold, and they decided to go inside.  Lying on the bed, they nuzzled and
cuddled, kissed and licked each other's body, and just enjoyed being close
to each other.

Michael finally said, "You know, Jeff, we should have both Karl and Paul
join us more often.  Remember that time all four of us had such a good time
in my bed?"

"Yeah, dad.  Maybe the four of us could spend a some nights up here in the
Cottonwoods once in awhile."

They were soon asleep in each other's arms.  The sun, however, had not come
up in the morning before Michael and Jeff awoke two more times for some hot
sessions of 69 sex with each other.


Corky and Mark, up in San Antonio, had been sitting on Mark's balcony most
of the evening and were also feeling the colder air blowing over them.
After Corky had bluntly suggested they get in bed, they went inside and
very ceremoniously undressed each other, kissing and fondling each other's
body as they did so.

As Mark lay pressing his body against Corky's, Corky said, "Do you and your
son really fuck each other?"

"Yeah.  Does that turn you off, Corky?"

"No.  It turns me on."  Then rolling over on his back and throwing his legs
in the air, he said, "Fuck me, Mark!  Push that great big Texas Trooper
cock of yours up my ass.  I want to look at this big Texas Trooper while he
is having the greatest orgasm of his life!  Then tell me if my ass doesn't
give you a better fuck than your son's little pink hole!  Go ahead!  Ram it
in there!"

Mark looked down at Corky's pucker.  It looked like it was making a sucking
motion, beckoning to Mark's penis.  Mark plunged his face into Corky's ass
trench and flooded his hole with saliva.  Then with one sweeping action, he
fired his hard cock into Corky's asshole all the way to the hilt.

Corky watched the intense look on Mark's face, the beads of sweat forming
and being shaken off onto Corky's face and chest with every jolting thrust.
Mark grunted loudly each time his penis hit bottom.  As the sexual frenzy
heightened, Corky could watch this big strong Texas Trooper totally
surrendering to the orgasmic phenomenon that was now taking over his body.
As Corky felt the pressure of stream after stream of sperm shooting into
his rectum, this big strong Texas Trooper's body looked as though it were
floating in space, completely out of control, with loud plaintiff wailings
emanating from his mouth.  This big strong Texas Trooper was now on another
planet, in another universe, oblivious to all that surrounded him.

"He's mine, he's mine," Corky muttered.  "It's my body and my asshole that
has torn this man out of himself.  I am the one who is responsible for
giving this big strong Texas Trooper the most exquisite pleasure of his
existence.  He's mine, he's mine!"

Later, as Mark and Corky lay serenely in each other's arms, Corky said,
"About Jodi.  When is his next scheduled visit with you?"

"Next weekend."

"What about me, Mark?" asked Corky.  "I was hoping you and I could get
together again next weekend.  Also, you were going to talk with me about
coming to work for you, maybe."

"I'll figure something out, Corky.  You and I are going to be together
again next weekend, and I'll figure something out about Jodi."

"What are you going to do?"

"Hmmmm.  I don't know yet.  Right now, though, I want to do something about
that beautiful looking long thing you have bobbing around between your
legs."

Mark slowly sucked Corky's gorged penis into his mouth as Corky leaned back
with a contented sigh.


This is Chapter 25 or "My Father, My Son."  All comments and suggestions
are welcome and will be responded to.  Send to: tombor99@excite.com.