Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 07:20:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  4th Installment

Following is the fourth chapter of my novel "My Father, My Son."  The story
is mostly fictional, 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.  Anyone who is offended or otherwise disgusted by this
kind of material 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 4

Enrique awoke alone when the first rays of dawn came streaming into his
window.  Corky had long before dressed and returned to the bunk house.
Enrique hurried out to the kitchen to fix breakfast, the last meal he would
have to prepare before the house would be closed up.  Michael and Jeff also
arose after only about two or three hours sleep.  Jeff leaned over to kiss
Michael, but Michael pulled away, saying, "My God, I can't believe what we
did last night."

Michael left Jeff lying in bed while he went into the bathroom where he
quickly showered and shaved and went into the kitchen.  Jeff had the
distinct feeling that Michael regretted what they had done that night.

Jake was at the door to help Enrique carry the large pots of grits and
sausage gravy over to the bunk house for the men's breakfast.  Michael sat
down at the kitchen table and Jeff soon joined him.  Jeff asked what was
bothering Michael.

"Jeff, you know, last night just didn't seem right.  I had talked about
just you and me privately as lovers, but I wasn't talking about getting
into an orgy with three other guys.  And another thing, Enrique is just a
child.  To have him in the middle of all that just doesn't seem right.  I
just don't want to go that far.  I want it to stop with just you and me."

Jeff stood up and without saying anything, looked out the kitchen window at
little Enrique over at the bunk house setting up the long table where the
pots of food would be placed.  "Dad," said Jeff at last, "I kind of feel
the same way you do about Enrique.  He's so young.  But remember that he
and Ol' Ben were getting it on almost every night for years."

Enrique then came back to the kitchen to get the biscuits.  He neither
looked at Michael and Jeff, nor spoke.  Jeff tapped him on the shoulder and
said, "Hey, aren't you going to say good morning?"  Enrique just left
without a word.

Later, when the kitchen had been cleaned up, Jeff asked Enrique to sit down
and tell him what was bothering him.

Enrique just said, "Nothin's botherin' me."

"Enrique, is it last night?  Is it something about last night that's
bothering you.?

Enrique, tracing his finger on the flowers painted on the oil cloth that
covered the table said, "That was Ol' Ben's bed.  It was just for him and
me.  I kinda wanted you to take his place, Jeff, but not like what we did.
I didn't want Corky to do that to me.  He lied when he said he did it to me
before.  I was really scared last night with all three of you on top of me.
It frightened me."

Jeff went over and put his arms around Enrique and said, "That will never
happen again, Enrique.  I promise."

Michael had answered the phone and came back into the kitchen to inform
Jeff that Ol' Ben's lawyer, Jonathan Shortwhistle, had called and was
coming right over to talk to them.

Mr. Shortwhistle presented himself as a fastidious, self-assured, somewhat
pompous young man, carrying a large important looking briefcase.  Michael
showed him into the living room where he deliberately dusted off a straight
chair with his handkerchief before sitting.

"Mr Walker, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before this, but I
have worked with your father for some years on all of his legal matters, as
well as his last will and testament.  The reading of the Will will take
place tomorrow morning, with your permission, in my office in Goliad.  I
was designated by your father to be the administrator of his estate.  I
have notified your brother, Jared, that he should be present also."

Michael quickly interrupted and said, "Mr. Shortwhistle, we were planning
on closing the house up today and going back to Monroe, where I live.  Is
there anything unusual about the Will that I need be present to hear?

"Mr. Walker, I have no idea.  But since you are very likely the-or one of
the-beneficiaries of this estate, it would be important that you stay at
least another day.  After the Will is read, of course, the estate will have
to be probated before any of it can be disposed of."

"Well, how long will that take," Michael sputtered.

"It could be weeks or it could be months, depending upon the nature of the
estate and the provisions of the Will.  And you have to expect that the
wheels in this state do grind slowly in these matters.  Will we see you
tomorrow morning in my office?  Shall we say about ten o'clock?"

After Mr. Shortwhistle departed, Michael went to the door and shouted for
Jake, who was nearby.  "Come into the house, Jake, I need to talk with
you."  Michael explained the situation and said that Jake could inform the
men that they need not leave yet, and that they will be able to keep their
jobs on the Walker Ranch for the time being until unexpected matters of the
estate have been settled.

It was not much later that morning when the ranch received another visitor,
who introduced himself as Jorge Martinez.

"Mr. Walker, I have a rather delicate matter to discuss with you.  Is there
a place we can be alone?"  Michael motioned to the chairs on the porch
where he thought they could talk privately.

"Mr. Walker, I am the proprietor of J. E. Martinez Photography, Goliad's
largest photographer and photography supply company.  Your father was in
the possession of a number of photos that we were commissioned to take.  I
hesitate to say this, but they were of a pornographic nature, and we feel
that these pictures should either be destroyed or returned to us now that
Mr. Walker is no longer . . . er, living."

Michael said, "Mr. Martinez, I did come across these pictures the other
day, and I believe they are now mine.  I'm his son.  By the way, did Ol'
Ben ask you to come in and take those pictures?"

"Oh, no, sir.  It was Mr. Jared Walker who commissioned them and who
subsequently paid for them as well as for several hundred reprints."

"Mr. Martinez, are these pictures the only ones you have been involved in
taking and reproducing?"

Martinez quickly said, "Certainly not.  Jared Walker had brought in
hundreds of negatives, also of a pornographic nature, from which he paid us
well to produce prints in great quantities."

Michael concluded that Jared was obviously trafficking in pornographic
pictures, some of which included his own father.  He said, "What will you
do with these photographs if I return them to you?"

"Jared has asked that I destroy them."

"Mr. Martinez, I will think about this and let you know what I decide
tomorrow after the reading of the will."

Michael was fuming. "That God-damned Jared is at it again, I see.  I'm sure
he's trafficking in pornography, and he's going to get caught one of these
days by violating postal regulations."  Michael went over to the kitchen
window and stared out over the property.  Jeff came up behind him and put
his arms around him and hugged him.

"Dad, forget about Uncle Jared.  He can't hurt us."  Jeff reached around
and put his hand on the front of Michael's pants.  "Do I feel a little
something growing here?"  Still standing behind Michael, he unzipped his
dad's pants and reached inside.  "Let's just see what this little thing
that's growing here is."  Letting his dad's penis pop out, Jeff said, "Oh!
It's a little penis!"  As Jeff fondled it, he said, "It's so soft and
sweet, I need to kiss it."  Crouching down between his dad and the counter
he was leaning on, Jeff kissed the head of Michael's growing penis several
times and said, "Oh, I think it's leaking.  You really need to get that
leak fixed.  Maybe I can fix it."

Michael said, "Jeff don't be so silly.  If you're going to suck it, suck
it."  Jeff sucked in the whole length of his dad's completely gorged penis.
As he was working on it, Michael could see Jake come out of the horse barn
and head for the house.

"Jeff, keep going faster.  Jake's on his way over and he'll be coming in in
a minute."  Jeff pounded away as fast as he could on his dad's cock, and
just as Jake approached the porch steps, Michael let out his usual yell and
shot his load of thick white sperm into Jeff's mouth and down his throat.
Michael quickly poked his penis back into his pants, but Jeff was still
sitting on the floor with white cum dripping down his chin as Jake walked
into the kitchen.  Jake simply smiled and quickly departed.

The next day, Michael drove into Goliad for the reading of the will at
Mr. Shortwhistle's office.  There he met his brother, Jared, who had driven
down from San Antonio.  They barely spoke.  The reading of the will took
only a few moments.  According to Ol' Ben's wishes, $100,000 was to be put
in trust for Enrique's college education, and all of the rest of Ol' Ben's
property, real and otherwise, was to go to his son, Michael.

Jared's complextion turned red, but he calmly said, "We'll have that
overturned in court.  That fucking old fart has been incompetent for
years."

Michael countered, "Jared, I was with him for awhile before he died, and
there was nothing incompetent about him.  I don't think you will find
anybody who will testify otherwise at a competency hearing."

After the reading was concluded, Michael and Jared met again in Martinez's
parking lot.  Jared said, "That little Mexican fuck-head getting a hundred
grand!  That kid will never go to college, He's, what? About thirteen years
old?  He's never been to school a day in his life.  Ol' Ben never intended
to send him to school.  And you call that old man competent?"

Michael was determined to confront Jared about the pornographic
pictures. "Well, Jared, what the hell big scheme are you into now?
Martinez came to see me yesterday and wanted all of Ol' Ben's collection of
dirty pictures back, and he also intimated very clearly that you are
involved in a pornography ring and are trafficking in pornography."

Jared blurted back, "That fucking Martinez, what does he know?"

"Jared, he told me enough to make me believe he knows plenty.  He has
absolutely no reason to lie to me about it.  I'm going to turn those damned
pictures over to you and you can do what you want with them.  You can burn
them or you can put them all out on the net or you can get them out in the
general market by sending them through the mails.  But one of these days
you're going to get busted, and don't look to me to bail you out."

"Don't need ya!"  yelled Jared.  "I'm going to follow you back to the ranch
and pick up those fucking pictures now."

"Okay, Jared.  But do you think I could just keep those two pictures of you
fucking your own dad?  I'd like them just for sentimental reasons.  At
that, Jared snapped, "Go fuck yourself Michael!"

After supper, Michael and Jeff sat out on the back porch and talked about
the ranch.  Michael said, "You know, Jeff, I'm beginning to think that I
ought to keep this place.  I would be the fifth generation of Walkers to
run this ranch, and if you wanted it someday, you'd be the sixth.  The only
thing that worries me is that the developers, who seem to be crowding in on
us down here, might force my hand to sell to them.  But I think we could
make some money on this ranch.  The thing we need to do is to get into the
natural gas business in a big way.  There's plenty of natural gas under our
feet.  In fact, Ol' Ben already had about a dozen natural gas wells dug and
then had them capped.  If we opened them up and drilled several dozen more
wells, we wouldn't have to rely soley on our cattle."

Jeff said he saw two problems with the idea.  "Dad, the first thing you
need to do is decide if you're going to move down her and run it yourself
or lease it out to a manager.  Also, you've got to think of mom.  Even
though she was raised on a ranch herself, she says she always hated living
in the country so far from everything."

"I'll call mom tomorrow and see how she takes to the idea.  You know, it's
been a long time since I went out and looked at every corner of this
property.  I'm familiar with the ridge and the creek off in that direction,
but it's been forever since I've been over in that direction where you see
that clump of Mesquite trees over there.  It's still light enough, let's
take a walk over there."

The clump of Mesquites grew on a sort of mesa.  Looking down from this
promontory, they could see the land sloping down for many miles to the
west.  It was a beautiful sight of rolling range land and streams.  Michael
and Jeff sat down on the ground and marveled at what they had.  How could
this beautiful land which had been in the family for so many generations be
discarded to the developers?

"You know what I'd like to do some day," Michael said.  "I'd like to built
a little house right here on this knoll-right there in that little
clearing.  It would only be one room, but it would be a place I could come
and be alone whenever I wanted to be.  I would have a big window looking
out to the west so I could see the range and this beautiful blue Texas sky
and these wonderful sunsets every night.  And all around the place, I'd
have Mesquites and Cottonwoods.

Jeff put his arm around his dad's shoulders and said, "Dad, let's stay and
build that house.  Our land will never leave the family as long as I live."

Michael turned to Jeff and kissed him very lightly two or three times on
the lips and then kissed him deeply, with their tongues intertwined and
reaching as far down the other's throat as possible.  They both fell back
on the ground, still with their arms around each other and kissing
passionately.  Michael pulled away just long enough to look into Jeff's
eyes and say, "I love you, Jeff, I love you, I love you, I love you!  I can
hardly bear to think what it will be like to have you gone when you are off
to college this fall."

"Dad, if you keep the ranch and operate it yourself, there's no reason I
can't take one year off and help you do it.  I'll take a vacation from
going to school for a good cause."

Michael only murmurred, "Well, we'll have to think about that."

Jeff rolled over on top of Michael's body.  They could both feel the
hardness between each other's legs. The sun was approaching the horizon,
and everything was cast with a pink hue.

Jeff said, "I want to get naked.  It is so wonderful being naked outside
like this."  Jeff took everything off, except his boots.  Michael thought
Jeff was so cute with no clothes on, but still wearing his boots that came
up to the mid-point of his calves.  There was something very erotic about
that.  And as Michael lay there smiling at his son, Jeff helped him remove
all of his clothes.  The grass was thick and soft, and, laughing, they
rolled together down the incline a short way.  There was a gently breeze
and Jeff could see the beautiful hair on his dad's inner thighs rustling as
the breeze blew over it.  Michael spread his legs to allow Jeff to bury his
head into his crotch.  Bringing his tongue along the soft hair on Michael's
inner thighs, Jeff soon had each of Michael's balls in his mouth.  Then,
reaching underneath, he slowly massaged his dad's asshole with his
forefinger.

Michael said, "Push your finger in as far as it will go and then suck my
cock like you've never sucked it before!"  Jeff plunged his mouth over his
dad's throbbing penis until his lips were resting on his dad's pelvis.  The
breeze began to increase a little and it felt so good blowing over Jeff's
ass cheeks and down around his balls.  Very soon, Michael said he was close
and wanted Jeff to take his penis as far down his throat as possible.  Just
as Jeff pushed as hard as he could, Michael yelled, bucked his hips wildly,
and shot his sperm so powerfully into his son's mouth that Jeff could feel
the pressure of each surge again the back of his throat.  Jeff lay for a
long time between his dad's legs, just batting at the slowly wilting penis
with the tip of his tongue.

Michael said, "I don't want to suck on your penis this time.  I want to
just lie here and watch you jack off and shoot your sperm.  Sit on my
thighs and face me and jack off so I can watch your penis get very hard,
and watch your face as you start to screw it up in ecstasy when you shoot
and have your orgasm.

Jeff sat on Michael's thighs and stretched his legs out on either side of
his dad's head.  As he slowly started stroking, Michael could turn his head
slightly and kiss and suck on the soft hair on Jeff's Calves.  It was so
erotic for Jeff to watch his dad's face as he ran his tongue over his legs.
Soon Michael raised himself up just enough to be able to reach Jeff's
balls.  He tickled his balls very lightly.  Jeff looked down and could see
the hard ridges of muscle across his dad's stomach as he reached for his
balls.  There was simply no holding back.  The orgasm was rising rapidly
and his whole body seemed to tingle.  Suddenly, Jeff lunged his hips
forward and shot four or five long streams of hot white sperm onto his
dad's face and chest.  When it was over, Jeff, leaned forward and kissed
his dad deeply, smearing his cum all over both their faces.  Jeff licked
his dad's face clean, and Michael licked Jeff's face clean.  Jeff rolled
over on his back and they both looked westward as the last sliver of the
sun was dropping below the horizon.  The sky was flame red, and their skin
reflected the crimson light.

Father and son lay there on the cool grass with the breeze steadily blowing
across them until they fell sound asleep.  Very shortly, though, with the
sound of Coyotes howling in the distance, they awoke and picked up their
clothes and ambled back to the house.

Over the next two weeks, Michael was successful in convincing his wife,
Marion, that they should move to the ranch.  He put his business in Monroe
up for sale, and agreed to allow Jeff to delay starting at the university
in Austin for one year.  The Admissions Office had assured Jeff that his
acceptance to the University would be valid for a period of one year.
After thqt, if he had not yet entered, he would have to go through the
re-application process.

Several of the old ranch hands had decided earlier to leave, and they were
replaced.  Jake, Joseph, and Corky remained, however, and were most
grateful for the last minute turn of events.  Michael believed that Enrique
had been mistreated by Ol' Ben by making him do all the cooking for
everyone, as well as all the laundry and cleaning of the house.  Enrique
was just a boy, small and not particularly strong.  Michael soon relieved
Enrique of his burdonsome job by hiring a cook from Victoria.  And at
Marion's insistence, he also decided to employ a full-time housekeeper.

Michael had a long talk with Enrique one afternoon about the changes that
would be happening.  "Enrique, you know that Ol' Ben loved you very much.
He was thinking about your welfare when he left you all that money toward
your college education.  But Ol' Ben did not do the right thing when he
didn't send you to school when you were about six or seven.  You can't go
to college until you have enough education and knowledge to pass the state
high school equivalency test.  So that's going to mean we have to somehow
get you in school now or have someone privately tutor you for a few years."

Enrique interrupted, "I don't want to go to college.  I know all I want to
know now.  Are you going to send me away somewhere to learn stuff?"

"No, we'll keep you right here.  But you might have to go into Goliad or
Victoria to school during the day and then come back here every night.  I
have to talk with some education people and counselors about this before we
decide what to do.  But I promise you, just as Jeff promised you before, I
will never send you away.  This is where you belong."

Tears rolled down Enrique's cheeks as he reached for Michael and hugged
him.

"In the meantime, Enrique, I'd like to see you outdoors more, and away from
that kitchen.  I'm asking Jake to kind of take you under his wing, and you
can help him on things he needs help on.  How does that sound to you?"

Enrique wiped his tears away with his hand and said, "I like Jake.  He's a
really nice man."

It was now mid-September and Marion had finally installed herself as the
"lady of the house."  She had been successful in convincing Michael to get
rid of all the old ugly and worn out furniture that Ol' Ben lived with, and
she transformed the place into a home that reflected her own tastes.

Marion had been a part of the selection process when both the new cook and
the housekeeper were hired.  The cook's name was George, but he insisted
that he be called Maggie.  Maggie was a flaming homosexual by his own
admission and, although his demeanor was flagrantly feminine, and sometimes
repulsively so, he managed an impeccable kitchen and produced meals that
were nothing short of sublime.  The housekeeper was a round and rosy Irish
woman of good nature, who claimed she was at last settling down after four
unsuccessful marriages.  Her last husband had duped her out of the fortune
she had inherited from her father.  Now she was penniless, but enjoyed
having her own room, which she decorated with lace curtains and a thousand
little trinkets she had collected over the years.

Jake was thoroughly enjoying having Enrique in his charge.  The boy was
never asked to perform tasks that were beyond his ability or to carry
objects that were not compatible with his strength limitations.  When the
work was done, Jake would often take Enrique up to the Ridge and show him
how to shoot rabbits and quail.  Maggie was always delighted to fix a
gourmet rabbit or Quail dinner.  Sometimes, Jake would have the men saddle
up a couple of horses so he and Enrique could ride off to the far reaches
of the ranch and back.  Enrique seemed to be a natural horseman.  He was
able to control the horse easily, even when it was at a full gallop.

Jake and Enrique spent many hours over the next few months sitting by the
stream up beyond the ridge and fishing or just talking.  Since Enrique was
being "educated" now, Jake tried to make a real effort to clean up his
language for the youngster, but he was rarely successful.  He soon started
calling Enrique "Ricky," which was much easier than the three-syllable
"Enrique."  One day, Enrique wanted Jake to tell him what his real name was
and where he came from.

"Well, Ricky, the name my Maw give me was Jacob McKeever.  She and my Paw
came over from Scotland.  They didn't have no money and Paw had a real hard
time keepin' a job.  He always liked to fight and then he'd get his ass
fired.  And he drank up what money he ever earned.  My maw had a bitch of a
time.  She had her fuckin' hands full with five kids, all boys.  I was the
youngest.  There was one thing I remember.  Paw had a set of bagpipes he
brung with him from Scotland, and ever now and then, when he was sober,
he'd play 'em.  The neighbors hated to hear 'em, but I sure did love the
sound of it.  He taught me how to play them pipes and ever day I'd
practice."

Enrique was fascinated.  "What ever happened to the bagpipes?"

"Well, one day I come home ready to practice on 'em and maw told me to
forgit it because paw had took 'em down somewhere and sold 'em.  I guess he
needed the money for more fuckin' booze."

"I'm sorry, Jake," said Enrique, as he rested his head on Jake's arm.

Early in September, Michael had arranged with two retired elementary school
teachers in Victoria to come out of retirement and to tutor Enrique.  They
turned him down at first, but when Michael told them that they would each
be paid $50.00 an hour, for four hours a day, they happily accepted.  Early
each morning, one of the ranch hands would take the Jeep and drive Enrique
to Victoria and then pick him up and bring him back between 11:30 and 12:00
noon.  He was now learning how to read and write and do simple arithmetic.
Michael frequently cursed his father silently for having deprived the boy
of his education.

Jeff had become so in tune with the operation of the ranch, that he needed
little direction.  In fact, Jake often allowed him to direct the work of
the other men.  He was not nearly as strong or muscular as the other ranch
hands, but he believed he was well toned and in good shape for an eighteen
year old.  He was now more frequently taking his showers with the others in
the bath house, instead of in the comfort of his own bathroom.  Joseph was
still offering his asshole to whomever wanted to fuck it, and neither Jake
nor Corky would ever pass up the opportunity to leave their load inside of
his rectum.  Some of the newer ranch hands were initially stunned at what
went on in the showers, but quickly fell in line and took full advantage of
Joseph's offerings.  Jeff never participated, but always had great jack-off
sessions while he watched.

On one occasion, Joseph had gone into the kitchen to deliver groceries he
had picked up in Goliad.  Before leaving, he dropped his pants, bent over,
pulled his ass cheeks apart, and pointed his asshole directly at Maggie,
just as he had done to Jeff the previous summer in the barn.  Joseph said,
"Would you fuck a ranch bum?"  Maggie's eyes almost popped out of his head.
He dropped the bowl of egg yokes he was holding and started screaming
uncontrollably.

Jake, who was just outside the door, ran in and yelled, "Joseph, get the
fuck outta here."  As Joseph rushed out pulling up his pants, Maggie sank
into a chair, moaning as though he were dying and fanning himself with an
oven hotpad.

Maggie cried, "I think I'm going to faint.  Who was that disgusting person
waving his asshole all around my kitchen?"  Jake did his best to explain
that poor Joseph was a good worker, but he wasn't too bright in the head.

"Maggie, he likes to get fucked, and he thought you might like to do it."

Maggie replied, "I'm the one who will choose who I fuck or who I will be
fucked by.  Now if you'll excuse me, Jake, I need to go take a pill and lie
down for awhile.  Please go and tell that vulgar, ill mannered person that
he is never to enter my kitchen again!"

Jake had an idea.  That little fagot in the kitchen obviously needed his
card punched.  After talking to several of his ranch hands and making all
the arrangements, Jake went to Maggie and told him that he and a number of
the workers were going to have to ride out to a far corner of the ranch the
next day to do some major fence repairs.  And they would all like a good
hardy meal while out there.  Would Maggie be willing to ride out with them
and serve the meal in his own special way.  Maggie, of course, was
flattered and quickly agreed to do it.

There were six ranch hands altogether, including Jake, who rode out to the
site on horseback.  Maggie followed a short time later in the jeep.  When
he arrived and disembarked from the vehicle, the men slowly and
deliberately began to strip off each item of their clothing, doing so as
though they were oblivious to Maggie's presence.  Maggie's mouth hung open
at the sight.  He was as hard as a rock watching this display.  When they
had finally all taken off the last piece of clothing, they stood there and
slowly stroked their penises until they became hard and rigid.  Saliva was
beginning to run out of the side of Maggie's mouth.  Then Corky walked
slowly over to Maggie and picked him up and carried him over to a spot
where a large blanket had been carefully laid.  Corky warned Maggie not to
move, or he might get hurt.  The rest of the men formed a sort of circle
around Maggie, whose eyes fastened on the penises and balls hanging over
him.  Corky and one other man got down and slowly took off each piece of
Maggie's clothing until he was totally exposed with his hard-on bobbing up
and down with anticipation.  Corky turned Maggie over and told him to get
up on his knees.  Then Corky screwed his hard cock into Maggie's waiting
asshole.  Maggie swooned and sighed.  He loved it.  As soon as Corky shot
his load into Maggie, each of the others approached and pounded their hard
penises into his asshole, which by now was visibly twitching with desire
and anticipation.  Sperm was now oozing out of his asshole and running down
the back of his thigh.  Jake was the last one, but he made no move to mount
Maggie.  Maggie looked up at Jake and, with tears in his eyes, begged him,
"Fuck me, Jake.  Fuck me, please!"

Jake kneeled down in front of Maggie and said, "I'm gonna fuck you really
hard, but only when you promise you won't carry on like a fuckin' woman the
next time Joseph comes to you.  Joseph may have his little fuckin' quirks,
but Joseph is our friend, see?  And you're gonna respect that.  You
frightened Joseph with all yer shit-ass screamin' and yer gonna apologize.
Okay?

Maggie just said, "Okay," and then Jake slowly went around behind Maggie
and looked at his big red asshole with all the cum dripping out of it.
"Shit," he said, I'm not gonna stick my cock into all that shit.  Git up
and go on back to your fuckin' kitchen.  But leave the food here!

The next day, Michael and Jeff rode into Goliad to look for some new saddle
blankets to replace the old worn out and dirty ones that Ol' Ben had
insisted on keeping.  They found some good ones at a reasonable price and
threw them into the back of the car.  Then Michael suggested they stop off
at Tyler's Bar and Lounge for a couple of beers before heading back.

After downing about three very large draft beers each and talking about
various decisions that needed to be made in regard to managing the ranch,
Michael looked at Jeff and said:

"Jeff, I've been meaning to talk to you about something, and with a bunch
of beers in me, this seems to be probably a good time to do it.  I know
that we have gone kind of beyond the limits of normal father and son
relations.  I've been thinking, and I think I need to talk with about where
I'm coming from on all of this."  Michael stopped for a few moments, trying
to figure exactly how he was going to tell Jeff what he wanted to tell him.
"Jeff, you know that I love your mother and that she and I have had a very
good marriage.  But somehow, I've needed more.  I've come to the
conclusion-and I don't want you to think badly of me-I've come to the
conclusion after thinking about it for a long time, that I am
definitely-you know-bi-sexual in my sexual desires."

Jeff nodded and said, "That means you are attracted to both men and women,
right?"

"Yeah."

Jeff reached under the table so no one could see and grabbed his dad's leg
just above the knee and squeezed it.  "You mean you've been worried about
telling me that?  How could I have not known that-as much as we love each
other.  And I know you love mom, too."  Then with a laugh, he added, "I'll
try not to get jealous!"

Then Michael, in a very serious tone, said, "And it's the same with you,
too, isn't it Jeff?  I mean you're bi-sexual, too, aren't you?"

Jeff looked down into his beer mug for a long time and finally looked up at
his dad and said, "You're the only one I really love, dad."

"But you'll meet a girl someday who you'll love as much."

"I'm afraid not, dad.  I'm only attracted to guys-I mean sexually.

Michael looked hard at Jeff.

"Dad, don't look at me like I'm a fucking queer.  Well, I guess I am a
fucking queer, but don't look at me that way.  Oh, dad, stop it, please!"
Tears welled up in Jeff's eyes and he put his hands over his face so no one
around them could see.

Michael took Jeff's hand and pulled it away from his face and said, "Jeff,
no, no, no.  I'm not thinking anything like that.  What I'm thinking is
that we have come out in the open to each other and one of the deepest
secrets that each of us has harbored most of our lives is now being shared
by both of us.  We love each other Jeff.  And nothing or no one can change
that.  With what we just told each other, I think the love we have for each
other is even stronger now."

"Then you aren't upset that I don't like girls?"

Michael responded, "Of course not.  Let's go.  We'll talk more during the
drive home."

As Michael pulled out of the parking lot onto the highway, Jeff unzipped
his dad's pants and reached inside.  Holding tightly onto Michael's balls,
he said, "I don't know how a person can love another more than I love you,
and I don't know how anyone can lust after someone's body more than I lust
after your body."

Jeff undid his dad's belt and, while still driving, Michael lifted his hips
so Jeff could pull down his pants to around his ankles.  Michael's penis
was hard and rigid and stood almost straight up.  Jeff laid down on the
seat so he could get his mouth around his dad's penis.  While running his
hands lightly over the soft hair on his dad's legs, he brought Michael so
close to orgasm, that Michael had to pull off to the side of the road,
where he could close his eyes and yell as he shot blast after blast of his
sperm into Jeff's waiting mouth.  Without pulling up his pants, Michael
continued on to the ranch, Jeff had pulled his own pants down and was
jerking off as fast as he could.  When the car pulled into the yard, Jeff
had still not cum, so Michael leaned over and started sucking.  Jeff could
see Jake coming across the yard towards them, and said, "Go faster, dad,
Jakes coming."  It was too late.  Just as Michael was sucking up and
swallowing Jeff's sperm and while Jeff was in the midst of his orgasm, Jake
arrived at the car and peered into the window.  He stood there without
saying a word for about a whole minute and then, smiling, he turned away
and returned to bunk house.

Enrique and Jake had become quite close good friends.  Enrique was
fascinated by the idea of Jake playing the bagpipes.  He talked with Corky
and asked him if, the next time he went into either Goliad or Victoria, he
would see how much bagpipes cost.  He said, "Maybe we could get some for
Jake so he can play some songs on it for us."

Corky said, "Aw, shit, Enrique.  Nobody's got bagpipes.  Thems ain't never
used around here."

Enrique was insistent, and on the following day, Corky went into a musical
instrument store to inquire.  They told him nobody sells bagpipes around
here, but he could try a used furniture store down at the end of the street
where they sometimes sell old used musical instruments.  Corky went down
and talked with the old gentleman who was the proprietor.

"Well, young man, I've got an old piece of junk in the back that I picked
up some forty years ago that I was told was bagpipes.  It's a real mess,
though.  Do you want to look at it?"

Corky just asked how much he wanted for it.  The man said he'd sell it to
him for ten dollars.  Corky just said, "Aw, shit," and turned to go.  Then
the man said I'll give it to you for five.  Corky looked relieved and said
he would be back.

Enrique had just a little over five dollars saved up in a jar.  He gave it
to Corky and told him to go buy it and bring it back, but not to let Jake
see it yet.  When Corky returned to the ranch with what the store owner
very rightly called a "piece of junk," Enrique was thrilled.  It was
covered with a thick layer of dirt and dust with tube-like things sticking
out all over it.

Enrique looked at it and then at Corky and said, "Are you sure this is a
bagpipe?  It looks like somethin' a truck ran over."  Corky put the
instrument into a big garbage bag so that Enrique could get it safely into
his room without suspicion.  Enrique stuffed it in the back of his closet
and put an old rain coat over it to hide it.  Then Enrique laid down on his
bed and smiled.  He thought about how happy his friend, Jake, will be when
he sees his new present.


This is the 4th chapter of "My Father, My Son."  Additional chapters will
be forthcoming.  All comments, suggestions, and criticisms of any nature
are welcome and will be responded to promptly.  Send to:
tombor99@excite.com
Tom Borden