Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 12:11:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  49th Installment

This is Chapter 49, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All of the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive, and will be responded to.


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My Father, My Son
Chapter 49

Today was the day that Jeff and Paul, and Josiah and Brian would be
arriving at the ranch to spend the summer.  Tony and Clayton were busy
preparing the two rooms they would be staying in.  Michael and Caleb sat
together at the kitchen table eating their lunch.  Michael was indulging in
his favorite fresh tongue sandwich, while Caleb preferred to pass up the
tongue and have simply a cheese and tomato sandwich.

"I hope you had a good night last night, Caleb.  You know, restful and all
that." said Michael.

"Michael, as you can imagine, restful it was not.  I probably had about two
hours sleep."

"They're a couple of nice young men," said Michael with his mouth full.

Caleb put his sandwich down and said, "We did finally get to sleep, but I
kept waking up.  I'd look over at Noah and Ricky, both sound asleep, lying
on their stomachs pressed against each other.  Sometimes I'd sit up and
look down at those four absolutely delicious little round ass cheeks all in
a row staring up at me.  At one point, I couldn't resist leaning over and
running my tongue over all four of those firm little bubbles."

"Did they wake up?"

"No.  If they did, they didn't let on.  Michael, looking at those dear,
sweet little bodies of theirs, lying there in their sleep, makes me wish I
was young again.  I wish I could have them both living with me all the
time."

Michael laughed.  "Calm down, Caleb.  I know for a fact that you'll be
welcome in their room anytime you want to be there."

Just as Michael had finished his sandwich, the phone rang.  Michael
answered it on the cordless phone that was sitting on the table.

"Michael, my love!  It's Francisco!"

"Francisco!" shouted Michael.  "Where are you?"

"I'm here in Mexico City.  The guys and I are playing the room here at the
Hotel Reforma.  Tomorrow night is our last night of this engagement.  I
wanted to tell you that we have been booked in the club at the St. Anthony
Hotel in San Antonio.  We open next Friday night."

"That's great news, Francisco.  I'm going to make a reservation right now.
I want to be there on your opening night."

"Michael, I think about you so often, and about the love we had.  Sometimes
I cry in my bed at night.  I miss you so much."

"Oh, Francisco," said Michael.

"When I get to San Antonio, I will have my agent arrange for you a table
right in front so I can see you all through the show.  Michael, I am so
excited to be going to America, and especially to see you again."

"Francisco, I am going to stay in San Antonio that night.  I'll be at the
Menger Hotel, if I can get a room there.  And Francisco, I might bring my
son, Jeff and his partner with me.  I want them to see you and to see your
show."

"That will be wonderful.  That is the son I met in Acapulco, no?"

"Yes."

"Good.  It will be nice seeing him again."

After they hung up, Michael told Caleb all about how he came to meet
Francisco.  As they talked, Jake walked in the back door with a disgusted
look on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt ya, but I think you should come out and look at one of
the fuckin' tractors over in the equipment barn.  Me and Ricky's been
tryin' to repair it.  But I think it's shot to hell."

Michael said, "Come on, Caleb, walk on over there with me, and we'll take a
look at it."

As they entered the equipment barn, Jake said, "It's a piece of shit,
Michael.  Everything is fallin' apart on it.  I hate to say it, but I think
we need a new fuckin' tractor."

Jake pointed out all the various things that were wrong and couldn't be
fixed and then said, "If ya don't mind, I'll leave ya here to look at it.
I've got to go talk to a couple of fuckin' shit-heads over in the bunk
house who think they got some fuckin' complaints.  I'll take care of them
fuckers and I'll be back."

As Michael leaned over and peered at the engine, Caleb came up behind him
and slipped his arms around his waist.  "God, Michael, I've missed being
with you.  I look at those buns of yours as you lean over, and it makes me
realize how much I've missed in all these years we hadn't seen each other."

Michael straightened up and turned around.  Putting his arms around Caleb,
he said, "A lot of water has gone under bridge, or over the dam, or
whatever, since we had those wonderful times together, hasn't it?"
Slipping both his hands down inside the back of Caleb's pants, Michael
said, "And I see these luscious buns of yours haven't changed at all."

They stood for many minutes kissing deeply and running their hands over
each other's body.  Jake suddenly appeared at the door and saw Michael and
Caleb kissing.  He smiled and just as suddenly backed out and closed the
barn door.

"When will you be able to move into your condo," asked Michael.

"Not until tomorrow.  They promised it would be ready by then."

As Michael traced his fingers over Caleb's arched eyebrows and then his
full lips, he said, "Then, perhaps, you would accept an invitation to stay
with me tonight . . . your last night here."

"Michael, I didn't know if you . . . ."

"Yeah, it's okay now.  For some reason, I wanted to wait.  I don't know
why, really.  But I can't let you get away like this without my saying
goodbye properly . . . you know . . . the way we used to when we were young
studs."

"In our hearts, Michael," said Caleb softly, "we're still young studs!"


Adriano cleaned up his desk, glad that the semester was over.  Although
Paul had decided not to teach during the Summer Session, Adriano had
contracted to teach one course in the summer.  It was late afternoon when
he gathered up his final grade sheets to turn in at the Registrar's office
on his way to the airport to meet Mario, his father, who was flying in from
Italy.

When Mario deplaned, he and his son hugged and kissed each other on both
cheeks.  "Dad," said Adriano, "On our way to the apartment, why don't we
stop at the Nest and have a couple of drinks and you can catch me up on
what's happening back home.  I know you enjoy that place."

When they arrived at the bar, they found it unusually crowded.  School was
now out, and the students were at last enjoying themselves.  Most of the
people were standing and busy mingling, and Adriano spotted an empty table
over in a far corner.  When the waiter came to the table, he looked at
Mario and said, "Hey, man, I haven't seen you in a long time.  Not since
that restroom caper you got involved with that time."

After the waiter left with their order, Adriano said, "Well, dad, tell me
about that restroom caper.  What was that all that about?"

"Oh, Adriano, it was nothing."

"Dad?  Come on.  Tell me."

Just then the waiter returned with the drinks.  Looking at Adriano, he
said, "Your friend here is quite a stud.  I went into the can to take a
leak, and there he was sucking a guy off.  I lingered a little bit, and in
just a few minutes he had taken three good loads from three different guys.
I would have stayed and would have let him take my own load, but I had to
get back to the bar."  Then winking at Mario, he said, "Maybe later
tonight, huh?"

After the waiter disappeared, Adriano smiled and, putting his arm around
his dad's shoulder, said, "You're just an old slut, dad.  I never did think
I could keep up with you.  Now I know I can't."

Mario was clearly a bit embarrassed and said nothing.

"Tell me, dad, what's happening back in Florence?"

"Well, Adriano," Mario began, "I've been thinking about your wanting me to
move over here permanently.  Things aren't going too good with me and your
mother.  She couldn't care less if I left.  And on top of that, your older
brother, Rudy, caught me one afternoon when Luigi and I were getting it on
in the house.  He said some terrible things to me, and told me he didn't
want anything to do with me anymore.  I'm just getting sick of my life over
there.  The boys run the business now and they act as though there's no
place for me in it anymore."

Adriano said, "Well, I don't know why Rudy is so up on his high horse about
what he found you doing.  I don't know if you knew it or not, Rudy and I
used to fuck each other all the time in our room when we were kids.  And
he's the one who started it."

Looking a bit startled, Mario said, "No, I didn't know that."  Then after a
long pause, he looked at Adriano and said, "How was he?  Was he a good
fuck?"

"Dad, he was pretty good.  I'm sorry now that we didn't get you in on it.
He might not have been so upset about Luigi later."

"Oh, well," sighed Mario.  "The whole family can go fuck themselves, as far
as I'm concerned.  Would I be interrupting anything . . . I mean, would I
be in the way for you if I just moved here to stay?  I could get my own
place."

"Dad, I've been urging you to move over here permanently.  You won't be in
my way.  I don't remember if I told you that Charlie and I have split up."

"No, you didn't," said Mario.  "That's wond . . . I mean, that's too bad."

"No, it's wonderful, as you started to say.  The breakup was a good thing.
I know that now."

"And how is Brian doing?"

"Oh, he and Josiah are doing just fine," said Adriano, not wanting to go
into all of Josiah's troubles just yet."

He's such a sweet kid.  I was the one who brought him out, you know."

"I know, dad."

"And Michael.  How's he doing?  I've thought about him a lot."

"Michael's fine.  He and Karl broke up you know.  I'll be bringing you down
to the ranch one of these days.  Michael said he was anxious to see you."

When Mario excused himself to go to the restroom, Adriano said, "Dad, do I
have to come with you to make sure you behave?"

"I always behave, son . . . in my way!"

When Mario returned after an inordinately long time, Adriano said, "Well, I
see you behaved in your way!  You've got some pubic hairs stuck above your
upper lip, and there are a couple on your chin, too.  Welcome to America,
dad!"

When they arrived at Adriano's apartment, Mario said, "After that long
flight and several beers, I need to rest.  Come on, Adriano, lie down with
me and we'll both take a rest."

Adriano and Mario stripped down and got into bed.  As Adriano held on to
his father's naked body and began to run his hands over it, he noticed
suddenly that Mario had fallen sound asleep.  He thought, "That's okay.
It's just so good to have my dad in my arms again."


After Jeff and Paul arrived at the ranch, Michael told them about
Francisco's engagement at a club in San Antonio.  He invited them both to
go with him on Friday to see the opening night of his show, and to stay
over that night at the Menger.

Jeff said, "Dad, are you sure you don't want to just go up there by
yourself.  You'll want to have a chance to alone with him."

"No, no.  I want you both to see his show.  It's great.  I'm sure there'll
be other times he and I can see each other alone."

Paul shook his head and said, "Well, I don't want to go.  For one thing, I
don't like those Latin variety shows.  And for another thing, I think the
two of you should go together.  Jeff, you've already met Francisco, and you
said you liked him.  I honestly would prefer not to go."

The phone rang, and when Michael went to answer it, Jeff said to Paul, "I
don't know what's going to happen up there, but I'm sure dad has in mind
getting together with Francisco that night after the show.  I don't know if
I will, but if I get involved in that, I would like you to be with me.  You
know our agreement.  We won't do anything with others unless we're both
. . . you and me . . . there together."

"I think we can make an exception, Jeff.  If anything like that should
happen, you and your dad will be together."  Paul took Jeff into his arms
and said, "My dear sweet Jeff.  You don't have to do everything with me
along.  If your dad were not going to be with you, that would be different.
Now that I'm back here on the ranch, I just don't feel like I want to leave
so soon.  Jeff?  Please.  I'll be fine.  And you know that you never have
to worry about me, don't you."

"I know, Paul," said Jeff, kissing Paul's lips in between almost every
word.  "But I always miss you so much when we're not together.  I didn't
tell dad that time when I spent the night with him at the little house, but
I had you on my mind the whole time."


That evening, Josiah and Brian, and Tony and Clayton got together in the
gazebo to drink beer and just visit with each other.  Tony brought out
several large pizzas for them all to eat.  Since they were well occupied
with one another, Michael decided to have supper with Caleb on the other
side of the house, on the front verandah.  Tony had prepared for them a
large bowl of fruit salad and rolls since neither Michael nor Caleb
expressed an interest in a large dinner.  They each prefaced it with
several triple Scotches on the rocks.

"You know, Michael," said Caleb, holding up his glass.  "I'm getting to
like Scotch on the rocks.  I was always just a beer and wine drinker.  But
these things really do something to me.  I think it's partly because it's
what you like."

Michael had been wondering about something.  "Caleb, now that things have
happened . . . you know, with your divorce and all, do you wish at all that
you could have a partner, another guy, in your life?"

"Well, as you know, I was looking forward to having Noah and me, just the
two of us, together."

"I know, but even if Noah was living with you, it wouldn't last forever.
He'll become an adult sooner than you think and will want to leave the
nest, no matter how much he loves you.  I could have spent the rest of my
life with Jeff, but he needed a partner of his own."

Caleb said, "I realize it will probably get lonely living alone again.  But
I'm so happy to get rid of that miserable shrew I had for a wife, that
nothing could be worse than that.  At least, I have my fantasies and a good
healthy penis to jack off when I need to quiet down my frustrations."

When they finished eating, Michael went inside to get a pot of coffee and a
plate of pecan cookies that Tony had laid out for them.  While in the
kitchen, he could see through the window that the boys were still having a
great time together drinking beer and eating pizza out in the Gazebo.  Jeff
and Paul had now joined them.  Lot's of laughter.

As Michael and Caleb drank their coffee, Michael looked over at Caleb and
said, "Caleb, I want this to be a special night for us.  We go back a long
way, and you've always meant so much to me.  I'll admit to you that when we
were kids, I was deeply in love with you.  I know I never said it, but I
didn't think then that I could ever love anyone else.  And since then,
you've always had a special place in my heart.  I look at you and see that
little arch you make on your left eyebrow every time you smile . . . just
like you did when we were kids.  And you still brush your hair back with
that same quick twist of your hand when it falls in your eyes . . . just
like you used to do.  And the dimple in your chin is still there.  I used
to stand in front of the mirror and press the end of a pencil into my chin
to see if I could make a dimple like yours.  But it never worked.  I know
that our lives have taken different paths and that living together can
never happen.  But we owe ourselves one night that will bring back all that
we had together so many years ago.  It has to be a special night, Caleb."

Michael stood up, taking Caleb's hand.  They walked into Michael's bedroom,
happy and expectant, but with their eyes brimming with tears.  They stood
in the middle of the room, kissing passionately and deeply.  Michael ran
his tongue over the deep cleft in Caleb's chin, moaning with the pleasure
of it.  Then, standing back a bit, Michael slowly began unbuttoning Caleb's
shirt, and running his tongue over the soft hair on Caleb's chest as it
emerged into view.  As more buttons were undone, Michael's tongue passed
slowly over the ridges of hard muscle that covered Caleb's stomach, finding
its way into his deep navel.  Then, as Michael undid Caleb's belt buckle
and top pants button, he ran his tongue down over the thick strip of soft
black hair that led from Caleb's navel into his pubic hair.

As Michael crouched lower, he could feel Caleb's fingers coursing through
his hair.  As Michael slowly lowered Caleb's pants to his ankles, Caleb's
penis, hard and solid as steel popped out, standing up at a forty-five
degree angle.  Michael ran his tongue lightly over it and down over the
balls, and then continuing down Caleb's legs, beautifully shaped masculine
legs covered with soft light brown hair.  Caleb kicked off his boots and
stepped out of his pants.  He was now completely naked.

Michael said, "Now stand there for a minute and let me look at you."
Backing up and sitting on the bed, he stared at Caleb.  "You're so
masculine looking now, Caleb.  That adolescent sweetness is gone.  Now you
stand before me as a grown, fully mature sexual man, with real hot
masculine beauty.  What God has wrought!  The little boy penis now replaced
by a man-sized cock!  The smooth teen-age skin now replaced by hard rugged
muscles, covered with male hair to die for!"

Caleb said, "Stand up, Michael.  Let me undress you."

Caleb slowly removed each of Michael's pieces of clothing, letting them
drop to the floor.  "Michael, your body has changed no less than mine.  I
can't tell you how often I have imagined what it would be like to look at
your naked body now.  I was no less in love with you, Michael, than you
were with me.  I never believed your body could ever be more erotic than it
was when we played together in high school.  But look at you now!  A man
for all seasons!  A man's man!  I had heard that you had done male
stripping for various groups in college, and I can see why you were in such
demand.  I need that body for myself right now."

Lurching forward, Caleb grabbed Michael and they both fell upon the bed,
rolling around in each other's arms and kissing madly.  "Lie on your back,
Michael.  I'm going to devour every inch of that totally male body of
yours."

With Michael lying spread eagle on the bed, Caleb crouched over him and
began giving Michael's skin a tongue bath like he had never given before.
He started on Michael's forehead and licked around his whole face and into
his ears.  He ran his tongue down around his neck and under his chin and
over his Adam's apple.  He swirled his tongue all across Michael's chest,
stopping only to gnaw and suck on the soft hair that covered it.  Running
his tongue down over Michael's hard abs, he found the navel.

"Such a nice deep navel," Caleb murmured as he swirled his tongue into it.
"Just like I remember it.  Remember once, Michael, when I shot my cum into
it, and it held my whole load?  Sucking it out was like drinking from a
little demitasse cup."

Caleb lingered at Michael's thick bush of pubic hair and sucked on it for a
long time while he felt Michael's hard penis bobbing and slapping against
his cheek.  Soon, however, that throbbing penis was sucked all the way into
Caleb's mouth and throat.  The taste of Michael's pre-cum and the feel of
the hard rubbery head of his penis was so good that Caleb could hardly get
himself to stop.  At the same time, he wanted to continue working on
Michael's body, to cover every inch of it with his tongue and lips.  Also,
it was going to be a long night, hopefully, and he didn't want Michael to
cum too soon.

Caleb pulled off and sucked in the soft limp skin of Michael's long
scrotum, chewing lightly on it.  He sucked in each ball separately and
rolled it gently around in his mouth.  Then holding one of Michael's thighs
in his both hands, he licked it vigorously, luxuriating in the soft hair
and skin of Michael's upper thigh . . . the soft area that cushions the
balls.  Holding on to Michael's leg, he ran his tongue completely over it
down to the ankle, lingering to savor the feel and taste of his skin and
leg hair.  He repeated the whole thing on the other leg.

"Michael, please roll over now on your stomach," said Caleb as he helped
Michael roll.  Michael felt as though he were on a cloud, floating
somewhere in Heaven.  He had not remembered how sensitive his skin was.  To
feel Caleb's tongue on it was one of the most erotic feelings he had ever
had.

Caleb began again, this time starting on the back of Michael's neck, around
the ears, and down over his back.  Caleb lingered at Michael's upper back
and said, "I love how your shoulder blades stick out, Michael.  It makes
your back look so beautiful.  It's something I remember so well from our
school days."

Running his tongue down over Michael's back, Caleb neared what he
considered the pieces de resistance . . . the two luscious smooth round
orbs of Michael's ass cheeks jutting up from Michael's narrow hips.  Caleb
very gently at first ran only the tip of his tongue all over them, tickling
them so much that it caused Michael to start jerking and lurching in
exquisite pain.  The feel of those erotic looking bubbles of flesh on
Caleb's tongue was about to drive him crazy.  Then, spreading open the two
cheeks with his hands, Caleb peered into chasm.  There was Michael's
asshole, pink and inviting, but perhaps a little redder than he remembered
it.  Holding Michael's ass cheeks as far apart as possible, Caleb lowered
his face into the crevasse so that he could touch that most personal of all
places with the tip of his tongue.  As he did so, he could feel Michael's
hole clenching and unclenching.  As Caleb pushed his tongue harder against
it, Michael relaxed the sphincter muscle allowing Caleb's tongue to slip in
easily.  The taste of the inner lining of Michael's rectum was heady and
erotic.  Again, although Caleb wanted so much to linger there, he also
wanted to bathe the back of Michael's legs, which were so beautiful to the
eye as he lay there.

Spreading apart Michael's legs a little more, Caleb could see his balls
lying limply on the bed.  Once again, leaning down, he licked and sucked on
the soft skin of the sac that contained them.  Giving Michael's ass cheeks
one last lick, Caleb proceeded down the back of his legs, sucking and
gnawing on the soft hair as he went.

Finally, Michael rolled over onto his back again.  He could feel on his
back all the wetness on the sheet from the great amount of pre-cum that had
dribbled out of his penis while Caleb was bathing him.  He held out his
arms for Caleb to lie on him so they could kiss.  They lay there and sucked
on each other's tongue and lips for a long time.  Soon, it was Michael's
turn to give Caleb a tongue bath.  He did it just the way Caleb had done it
to him.

Michael and Caleb soon found themselves in a 69 position sucking on each
other's hard penis.  They agreed that they would take it very slowly,
stopping and starting so that they would bring each other to the brink and
then back off a bit.  As they sucked, they ran their hands over each
other's legs.  To have their legs lightly massaged while they were working
toward their orgasms had always been intensely erotic for both of them.  As
they did it, they were brought back to the memory of their high school days
when that was what they did as they sucked each off.  Their legs were a
little smoother then, but to have them much hairier now was far more
exciting.

Finally after almost an hour, Michael said, "Caleb, I don't think I can
hold it much longer.  Are you close?"

"Yeah," said Caleb.  "Several times I thought I was going to come, but
stopped myself just in time.  I don't think I can hold it any longer.
Should we go ahead and shoot together?"

"Yes, let's go!"

Within seconds, both Michael and Caleb started bucking their hips and let
their orgasms take over their bodies.  They could each feel the surge of
pent-up sperm as it shot up the length of their penises and out into each
other's mouth.  Caleb could feel Michael's hot thick cum on his tongue and
back of his throat as it shot into his mouth.  The feel of it and the taste
of it was so good, he kept as much of it in his mouth as possible and let
it slowly drip down his throat.

When Caleb sent stream after stream of his own cum into Michael's mouth, he
could feel the suction that Michael was applying to his penis.  Michael
also kept as much of Caleb's sweet tasting cum in his mouth as long as he
could, and then swallowed it little by little.

Caleb got up and turned so that they could kiss each other.  They both had
cum on their lips and in their mouths, and it made the kisses that much
sweeter.  They soon lay quietly with their arms around each other, panting
and trying to catch their breaths.  They both dropped off to sleep
eventually.  In about an hour, Caleb awoke, sat up and looked down at
Michael.  As he leaned over to kiss him, Michael opened his eyes and put
his arm around Caleb's neck.  They kissed and ran their hands over each
other's body.  They talked for a little while about the old days in the
woodshed as they idly played with each other's wilted penises.

It was not long, however, that both of those penises were rock hard again.
Caleb said, "I don't know if I'll ever get a chance again to do it, but I'd
like to fuck that beautiful asshole of yours tonight."

Michael looked at Caleb and smiled.  "Can you do it this soon?"

"Sure, it's been a couple of hours.  And look how hard I am.  And see.  I'm
even dripping pre-cum!"

With a short chuckle, Michael lay on his back and pulled his legs up so his
thighs were pressed against his chest.  "Okay, wonder boy!" said Michael.
"Go at it!  Fuck your brains out!  And then I'll do the same!"

Caleb got up on his knees, spread Michael's ass cheeks, and then flooded
his ass trench with saliva.  Then mounting Michael, Caleb thrust his hard
penis into his waiting asshole.  It went in easily and quickly.

Michael sighed, "Oh, Caleb, to have you inside of me again feels so
wonderful.  Pound me really hard, won't you."

Caleb started fucking Michael and pulling in and out the whole length of
his penis with great long sweeps.  As he worked faster and faster and
pounded harder and harder, beads of sweat began to run off of Caleb's
forehead and onto Michael's stomach.  The hair on his chest was also wet
with sweat that glistened like a million diamonds.  He began to breathe in
great long gasps, and Michael found it so erotic just to watch Caleb's face
as it contorted in such a masculine way as a body-builder would look as he
pumped hard on the apparatus.  Michael ran his hands over Caleb's strong
arms, hard as rocks as his muscles were tensed to the limit.

"I'm so close, Michael, my beautiful man," gasped Caleb as began slow down.
"But I don't want to cum yet."

"Please don't cum yet, Caleb," said Michael.  "The feel of your penis
roaring through my bowels is so wonderful!"

Soon, Caleb growled, "It's cumming!  I can't stop it."  Caleb threw his
head back and let out an explosive roar as his orgasm took hold of his body
and as he let it all out.  Michael could feel the warmth of Caleb's sperm
as it flooded his rectum.  He could feel Caleb's penis throbbing violently
each time it cast it's hot semen into his body.  It seemed never to end.

Caleb held his penis inside of Michael for a few minutes, but finally
rolled off and collapsed on his back, gasping for breath.  Soon, Caleb
said, "Michael, please turn around and bring your ass down over my face.  I
want to suck out all my sperm that's in your rectum."

Michael crouched over Caleb and, as Caleb spread his ass cheeks with his
hands, lowered his crotch down over Caleb's face.  Caleb buried his mouth
in the crack and sucked and licked furiously, taking all of the sperm he
could out of Michael's ass.  When Michael rolled off, he looked at Caleb
and could see that Caleb's face was smeared with cum.  He leaned over and
licked off as much as he could.

Then, without a word, Michael lifted Caleb's legs and buried his face into
Caleb's ass trench, soaking his ass hole with as much saliva as he could.
Mounting Caleb, Michael pushed his gorged penis into the waiting hole.

As Michael began to pump, Caleb said, "Michael, remember when we used to
give each other cum facials?  I did that to the boys last night.  It was so
erotic to shoot my cum all over their faces.  When you're about to cum,
would you pull out and shoot all that wonderful hot cum of yours on my
face?"

Michael had remembered how great it used to be when he and Caleb would do
that years ago in the woodshed.  "Yes, I will, Caleb.  I'm getting pretty
close now.  My penis feels so good clamped in your tight asshole, but it'll
be great giving you a facial.  It's coming up on me now, Caleb.  Are you
ready?"

"Yes!  Get your penis down close so all of it will be sure to get on me!"

Suddenly, Michael could feel the beginnings of his orgasm and pulled out of
Caleb's hole.  Holding his penis close to Caleb's face, he sent volley
after volley of his hot, thick cream onto Caleb's face.  When he was done,
there were globs of pudding like sperm all over Caleb's face and hair.  How
hot and erotic it was to look down at Caleb with his face covered with his
sperm.  Caleb had his mouth open and was trying to reach some of the sperm
with his tongue.  But soon, Michael leaned over and, with his own tongue,
washed Caleb's face completely.

Michael said, "You ate your own cum out of my asshole, and now I'm eating
my own cum off your face."

Michael and Caleb lay exhausted, side by side, each idly caressing the hair
on the other's leg.

Caleb finally said, "It's been quite a night, Michael."

Michael responded, still a little out of breath, "Yeah.  It's been a real
trip down memory lane, hasn't it?  We're two different people now, Caleb,
from what we were in those old woodshed days years ago.  But it's even
better now."

"I know," said Caleb.  "We shouldn't have lost touch with each other."

As they lay with their warm moist bodies pressed together, Michael and
Caleb were soon asleep.


While Michael and Caleb were sequestered in Michael's room, the party out
in the gazebo had been great fun.  A great deal of beer had been consumed,
and no one was feeling any pain, so to speak.  Noah knew where his father
was and told everyone that his father and Michael were together that night,
and everyone speculated as to what was going on in Michael's room.  Jeff
seemed particularly happy that his father was "getting it on" with his old
friend, Caleb.  He would like to see Caleb stay there and become a regular
in Michael's bed.  But he was a little concerned about the pending visit
they were scheduled to have with Francisco in San Antonio on Friday.
Francisco was a traveler and obviously was not in a position to settle down
anywhere.  The thought that his father would hopelessly fall in love with
this man, as gorgeous as he was, worried Jeff.

Early in the evening, Clayton had called to everyone's attention that
another young cowpoke was knocking at Luke's door over at the bunkhouse.
They all looked that way and saw the door open and the man entering.

Jeff said, "I know who that man is.  His name is Ron.  I met him during my
first weeks down here.  Back when we had those old gang showers, he was
always the first one to fuck old Joseph, while the rest of us watched.  And
then Jake would fuck Ron.  It happened that way just about every night.
Ron tried to put the make on me several times.  He's a real crude bastard,
and not very good looking.  In fact, he's ugly.  He's been kind of out
sight for a long time, but I've been seeing him around a lot more lately.
He must have a good ass, though.  There's nothing Luke likes better than to
fuck a good asshole."

Tony said, "Well, just before Dan left, he told me Luke had thrown him out.
He figured there must be another guy.  And I guess Ron must be it this
week."


The next day, Enrique was doing some chores in the equipment barn when Ron
walked in.  Enrique thought Jeff was right.  Ron sure was an ugly bastard.

"Hey, Ricky," said Ron.  "Whatya doin'?"

"Just working on my chores."

Ron sat down on an old crate and said, "Hey, why don't ya come over and sit
down and let me talk to ya."

"What do you want Ron?"

"I was talkin' to Luke last night.  I knew it already, but he reminded me
you like to fuck!"

"What!" said Enrique, a bit dismayed.

"He told me you been givin' yer little hot Mexican ass to ever-one who
wants it."

"Get out of here, Ron."

"Aw, come on and sit over here with me."

Enrique shouted, "No!  I've got work to do.  Now get out of here."

Ron got up and lunged for Enrique, who saw it coming and picked up a
shovel.

"Hey, you little fuck head," said Ron, stopping short.  "Ain't my cock good
enough fer ya?"

As Ron moved closer, Enrique swung the shovel and hit Ron hard in the side.
Ron fell to his knees in pain.  "Hey, what ya do that fer?  What's one more
cock up yer ass.  Put the shovel down and let's talk sensible."

As Ron got up and moved closer, Enrique swung the shovel again, hitting Ron
in the knee.

"Okay, you fuckin' asshole.  I know all about you," growled Ron, pointing
his finger at Enrique.  "You've been gittin' fucked by ever-body here.  And
you been fucked plenty by Ol' Ben before he kicked off.  Ever-body knows
it.  And he fucked yer ma, too.  And ever-body knows that, too.  Yer his
bastard kid."

"What are you talking about?" Enrique gasped.

"I'm talkin' about yer that old bastard's love child," said Ron, laughing.

Enrique said, "My daddy disappeared after I was born.  And my mama died
when she gave birth to me."

"Yeah, she got fucked to death!  Listen, dick-head.  Yer mama was a fuckin'
whore!"

"That's not true!"

"Oh, yeah?" growled Ron.  "Well, you go and ask yer big high an might
brother!"

"I don't have a brother."

"Well, let me tell ya.  Michael's yer brother.  And yer his little Mexican
half-breed brother.  Ol' Ben was yer fuckin' old man.  How dya like them
apples, ya little son-of-a-bitch."

"None of that's true!" shouted Enrique as he brandished the shovel again.

"Jist go ask yer fuckin' brother, the great Pooh-Bah, Michael Walker.
Ever-body on this fuckin' ranch knows about it.  He'll tell ya all about
it!"

Again swinging the shovel close to Ron, Enrique shouted, "Get out of here,
or I'll kill you with this!"

Laughing, Ron got up and ran out of the barn.

Enrique sunk down to the ground and sat there stunned.  He thought, "How
could that be true?  That filthy man was lying.  Surely Michael would have
told me if it were true.  It couldn't be true.  I won't even talk to
Michael about it.  It couldn't be true.  My mama wouldn't have let another
man touch her.  I just know it."

Enrique covered his face with his hands as tears poured from his eyes.


In the next day's mail, was a letter from Jared Walker to Clayton.  Clayton
was stunned to see it and his first impulse was to throw it away unopened.
He carried the sealed envelope around with him most of the day, not knowing
quite what to do with it.  He finally reasoned that it would be best to
tell Michael about it.  Michael would advise him as to whether to throw it
out or to open it and read it.

Entering Michael's office, Clayton said, "Excuse me, Michael.  I think I
need to talk with you."

"Of course, Clayton.  What is it?"

Drawing the letter out of his pocket, Clayton laid it in front of Michael
on his desk.  Michael looked down at it and said, "I knew we hadn't heard
the last of this.  Have you read it?"

"No.  I was thinking maybe I should just throw it out."

"That's not the way to deal with this, Clayton.  We need to read it so we
can see what he's up to.  Would you like open it?"

"No.  You go ahead and then read it to me."

Michael slit open the envelope and pulled out the letter and read

My Dear Son: I am so very sorry that our visit did not go well.  If you had
been here alone, I think we would have done much better.  I don't want
there to be any doubt in your mind, dear son, that I love you very much.  I
will regret for the rest of my life my past actions.  There is no way I can
change all that went before.  But it's not too late for you and me to
become father and son again.  I will be getting out of here in June after
my parole hearing.  I have no doubt that I will be released.  Perhaps you
and I can take a nice long trip together so we can get reacquainted as
father and son.  We could go and see the Grand Canyon, and maybe drive up
to the Black Hills and then over to see the Big Sky country of Montana.  We
could go anywhere you would like.  Again, my dear son, please forgive me
for having been such a poor father.  I'm a different man now.  And I know
that I always did love you, Clayton.  I just never knew how to show it.
You are my life now, my son, and I will make everything up to you.  I
promise.  Please write me.  With all my love, Your Dad

As Michael laid the letter on the desk, he said, "He'll never get paroled.
If he does, he won't be able to leave Texas during his parole period."

Clayton sat with his head bowed and with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Putting his hand on Clayton's shoulder, Michael said, "What's the matter,
son?"

"I don't know."

Michael went around his desk and sat down.  He looked at Clayton a long
time.  He didn't know what to say.  Could it be that Clayton now wanted to
see his father again?  Could it be that Clayton believes him?  He didn't
want to ask for fear of hearing the answer he didn't want to hear.

"Clayton," said Michael finally.  "I don't really know what you're
thinking, but as I've told you before, anything you do will be your
decision solely.  But whatever you do, I hope you will never forget that
this is the first real home you have ever had.  It's a home where you are
loved deeply and completely.  And I suppose I should say, too, that I am
the first real father you ever had.  No one could love you more than Tony
and I do.  Not even Jared.  I know Jared better than you.  And I promise
you . . . again . . . that no one could love you more than Tony and I do."

Clayton looked up and wiped his eyes on his sleeve.  Coming around the
desk, he knelt down next to Michael and put his arms around him.
"Michael," he said, "I won't forget.  And there's no one I love more than
you and Tony."  Laying his head in Michael's lap, he said, "Don't worry
about me, dad.  I'm here to stay."

As Michael ran his fingers through Clayton's hair and caressed his neck and
cheek, he suddenly realized this was the first time Clayton had ever called
him 'dad."  "I won't worry, son.  I won't worry."


Just before lunchtime, Michael walked down to Enrique and Noah's room.  He
found Caleb just packing up his things.  "Hi Caleb.  Gosh, I hate to see
you leave.  Please stay for lunch.  It will probably be our last time to
talk for awhile now that you'll be living over in Goliad.  Tony's fixing
some chicken salad sandwiches.  We'll have a drink and eat, and we'll have
a chance to chat some more."

"That sounds nice, Michael.  I hate to leave, too.  But I just called the
contractor, and the place is already for me to move in this afternoon.  At
least it now has a working toilet and a shower.  I won't have to go out and
dig a trench to take a shit!"

Michael and Caleb sat again on the front verandah, enjoying an unusually
breezy day, although the air was hot.

Caleb said, "I do hate to leave.  After the wonderful night we spent last
night, I've been thinking all day how perfect it would be . . . for me, at
least . . . to stay right here with you permanently.  But life goes on.  I
have my work in Goliad, which God knows has piled up impossibly since I've
been gone."

"I hope it doesn't surprise you, Caleb," said Michael. "that I've been
thinking the same thing.  But I know we have to be realists."

Caleb said, "Do you ever hear from Karl?  I know he went back to New York.
I wonder if he's getting the help he was hoping to get.  Do you think he'll
ever come back here?

"Caleb, I think about Karl all the time," said Michael.  "I hope he's
getting help.  I'm positive he's sincere about it.  As for his coming back
. . . even though I know most people around here don't like him
particularly . . . I would welcome him back with open arms.  We had a life
together that was so perfect.  I miss him so much.  You know it was all my
fault that he left.  If I hadn't been such a damned fool running off like I
did, and making him think he had hurt me beyond repair, he'd still be here,
and we could have worked out the problems."

"Yes, but he still would not have gotten the professional help he probably
needs," said Caleb.  "You would have been fighting a problem that was
always going to be there.  And in the end, there would be little you could
do about it on your own."

"I suppose you're right, Caleb.  I just wish I would hear from him and know
how he is doing."

"I know," said Caleb.  "I've heard from everyone how much he adores and
loves you.  So I'm sure you'll hear from him sometime."  Caleb put his
napkin down and stood up.  "Well, it's time I shove off, Michael.  Give me
a hug.  I will never forget the night we spent with each other last night.
I'm tired from lack of sleep, but I'm feeling on top of the world thinking
about what we had together last night.  Remember, you haven't seen the last
of me!  That big house warming party I'm going to have will be coming up
soon.  And you will be the only guest!"

Michael walked into the kitchen with Caleb and out the back door.  Michael
waved goodbye as Caleb drove off in his rental truck.  Walking back to his
office, Michael found Enrique standing at his door.

Michael put his hand on Enrique's cheek and said, "Enrique, don't you feel
well?  You don't look well.  And you look like you've just seen a Ghost.
What's the matter?"

Enrique looked into Michael's eyes and said in a faint voice, "I have to
talk to you about something."  With tears in his eyes, and with a broken
voice, he said, "It's kind of important."

Michael was suddenly very concerned about Enrique and, putting his arm
around Enrique's shoulder, led him into his office and closed the door.


Once again, I thank everyone for their encouraging e-mails.  While I
haven't been able to answer all of them right away, I will do so
eventually.  Keep writing!

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Tom Borden
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