Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2000 11:01:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  5th Installment

Following is the fifth 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.  In addition, although condoms are never mentioned, it is
the author's intention that readers should assume that condoms are used
whenever any anal intercourse is performed by any of the characters.
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 5

Through the Autumn months, considerable progress had been made to upgrade
the operation of the Walker Ranch.  New natural gas wells were now dotting
the landscape from one end to the other.  The old bunk house with its one
large bay of cots was demolished and replaced with a modern facility
containing two-man rooms with window air conditioners.  The building now
contained a modern shower room with several toilets and lavatories.  The
old bath house and latrine was, likewise, demolished.  In addition, a large
covered shed was constructed near the new bunk house where the men could
eat their meals.  In the past, no shelter was provided.  Along with all of
these changes, the main house was centrally air-conditioned at considerable
expense.

A large portion of the grazing land was being plowed under and prepared for
planting Milo Maize for sale as feed corn.  Also, a good deal of new
equipment and machinery, including a new harvester, was purchased.  And
with fresh paint applied to the barns, the old Walker Ranch was taking on a
new look.

Michael had even begun construction on the little one-room house he had
wanted to put on the knoll overlooking the range land to the west.  The
structure was being built by a construction firm from Goliad to the plans
and specifications designed by Michael himself.  The one large room would
measure 24 by 15 feet, with a large plate glass window looking out to the
west over the range land.  A small ell to the back of the house contained a
shower, lavatory, and toilet, and next to it, a small alcove containing a
refrigerator, stove, and sink.  He planned to furnish it primarily with
some of the furniture that had been in the main house when he was a boy,
but was now in storage, thanks to Marion's redecorating.  And, of course,
Ol' Ben's king size bed would be situated at one side of the room, closed
off from view by several ornamental screens.  On the other side of the room
would be the old oaken roll-top desk that had been used by Ol' Ben and his
father before him.  The building would be graced along its full length in
the front by a covered verandah.

Michael was not, however, without some serious problems.  His brother Jared
was pursuing his intention of having Ol' Ben's Will overturned.  Just
before Thanksgiving, Michael received notice from his attorney,
Mr. Shortwhistle, of the hearing that would be held in Goliad on December
10th.  Michael spent considerable time speaking with all of the employees
on the ranch to determine their feelings concerning Ol' Ben's competency.
He also made a number of informal visits to tradesmen and other
acquaintances in both Goliad and Victoria to hear their thoughts on the old
man's ability to think rationally.  He found no one who could honestly say
that Ol' Ben was incompetent or feeble of mind.

Jeff had become a respected supervisor of work among the ranch hands.  He
was universally liked for his even-handedness in dealing with conflicts
among the men and for his understanding of their needs, as well as their
feelings.  It was Jeff's idea that all of the ranch hands be invited into
the main house for Thanksgiving dinner.  The number of ranch hands alone
had expanded to fourteen from the nine employed by Ol' Ben.  This would
mean that, together with the family and the household staff, there would be
twenty people for dinner.  Since the dining room would not be large enough
to accommodate them comfortably, Jeff suggested that some of the furniture
in the living room could be moved out so that a long table could be set up
there.

Jake felt that it was up to him to make sure the deportment of the ranch
hands was as proper as possible when they would be sitting at the table in
the company of Mrs. Walker.  On the night before, he lectured them about
their behavior.

"Now I expect all you shit-heads to behave yourself.  I don't wanna see
anybody pickin' their fuckin' nose at the table or eatin' with their
fuckin' fingers.  You shit-heads are always scratchin' yer balls.  But
don't scratch yer balls when yer in their house, at least not when the
Mrs. is lookin'.  And one other thing.  I don't want to hear any fuckin'
dirty language.  Just keep yer fuckin' mouths shut."

Most of the men were less concerned about their own behavior than that of
Jake's.  His language was dirtier than that of any of the others.  He was
usually unable to utter a single sentence without the word "fuckin'" in it.
The men all took bets on how many minutes it would be after they sat down
at the table that Jake would utter his first "fuckin'."

The Thanksgiving dinner prepared for twenty people turned out to be a tour
de force for Maggie, the cook.  It was, according to Maggie, one of the
greatest achievements of his culinary career.  There were three large
turkeys, which he roasted on a spit behind the house; stuffing made with
oysters: sweet potatoes; mashed potatoes; turkey and giblet gravy; creamed
onions; brussels sprouts, which hardly anyone touched; spiced peaches,
cloverleaf rolls and butter, and cranberry sauce.  For desert, everyone was
treated to pumpkin pie with a brown sugar and pecan topping plus whipped
cream.

Marion, who had always had the job of doing the dinner for her family did
feel a little left out since Maggie would not allow her in the kitchen to
help or to prepare things the way she thought they should be prepared.
But, in the end, she was delighted not to have had to bother with any of
it, especially the clean-up afterward.

The guests at the table did not have to wait long for Jake to come across
with what was expected.  When everyone was served, Jake took a large bite
of sweet potato.  Then, suddenly spitting it out on his plate, he blurted
out, "Christ!  That fuckin' potato's hot as shit!"  No one spoke.  No one
moved.  Only muffled snickers could be heard from several of the men.  Jake
realized immediately what he had just done and was thoroughly embarrassed.
But it was Marion who broke the silence.

"Jake, haven't you learned to test your food first before you start
shoveling it into your mouth?  Do like this."  Marion then took a tiny
speck of potato on her fork and daintily slipped it onto her tongue.  "Now
Jake, let's see you try that."

The sight of Jake trying to imitate Marion's daintiness by carefully
placing a tiny spot of potato on his tongue sent everyone into gales of
laughter, including both Marion and Jake.

When everyone had departed, Jake went into the kitchen where Maggie was up
to his elbows in soap suds, scrubbing pots.

"You know, Maggie," said Jake, "yer a pretty fuckin' good cook.  I just
wish you warn't such a swishy fagot.  Ya need to take a bigger stride when
ya walk, instead of them little baby steps, and ya oughta try to talk like
a man instead of a fuckin' princess.  And ya need to stop swingin' yer
fuckin' hips like an old whore."

Maggie looked straight at Jake and said, "Well, I guess I am an old whore.
You sure did your best to make me look like one when you had all your studs
out there gang raping me that day."

"Maggie, that weren't no rape.  Ya loved ever cock that went into ya, and
ya begged for more.  Remember?  Ya pleaded with me to fuck ya.  Well, we're
alone now."  Then leaning close to Maggie's face, whispered, "Hows about
lettin' me stick it in right now?"

Maggie shook his soapy hand at Jake, almost covering his face with suds.
Jake started laughing hysterically, and ran out the back door.  He just
loved to do anything that would make Maggie mad.

The next day, since Enrique did not have to go to school, Jake asked him
if, after they finish their chores, he would like to have a couple of
horses saddled up and ride out several miles to the western edge of the
ranch where there is a stream that is very good for fishing.  And they
could take a picnic lunch.  Enrique was thrilled.  He finished his work at
about ten-thirty and ran inside to change into his boots and his shirt and
pants he liked to wear when he rode horses.

After they started out and got a good distance from the house and
outbuildings, Enrique spurred his horse and started racing off.  He
shouted, "I'll race you, Jake!"

Jake shouted back, "Slow down, ya little fucker.  Yer gonna have an
accident!"

Then Enrique turned his horse to the left and, going as fast as he could
go, ran several wide circles around Jake and his horse, while he laughed
and taunted him, his long black hair blowing wildly behind him.  Jake could
see that Enrique was a natural on a horse.  He could remember seeing the
old paintings of Indians riding bareback on their horses, and how utterly
graceful they looked.  And Enrique's form on his horse showed a grace that
could only have been granted by God.

Enrique then rode up along side Jake and, while still laughing, shouted,
"Play with me Jake!  Come on!"  Enrique sped off, and Jake spurred his
horse for the chase.  They were both shouting, and Jake soon passed
Enrique.

Jake shouted, "We're almost there!  See that clump of Cottonwoods yonder?
That's where the stream is!"

They finally arrived and dismounted.  Tying their horses to a tree under
which there was a good deal of fresh grass, Enrique shouted, "You beat me!
You beat me!  But I'm going to beat you goin' home!"

Jake reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a bag of turkey sandwiches
that Maggie had made for them.  There were also two quarts of milk, one for
each of them.  When they finished, Jake brought out the fishing gear and
they sat on the bank and waited patiently for something to bite.  But
almost an hour went by and there was never a nibble.  Dark clouds were
beginning to move in overhead.  Jake laid his fishing rod down and walked
over to a nearby tree to pee.

"I gotta take a piss so bad, I can taste it."

This was the first time Enrique had ever seen Jake's penis.  He was amazed.
It was soft, but it was as long as any hard one he had ever seen.  Enrique
ran over to join Jake and pee with him.  Enrique did his best to cross his
stream with Jake's, but in the process was successful only in wetting the
front of Jake's pants leg and his boot.

Jake said, "Fish don't like to bite when the sun stops shinin'.  Why don't
we put this gear away now.  I got a little present for ya that I wanna show
ya."  He went over to his saddle bag and pulled out a small paper
sack. "C'mon, Ricky sit down here and let me show ya'.  I hope ya like 'em.
I made 'em myself."

Jake pulled out two small pieces of pigskin leather about an inch wide.  He
had carefully carved a fancy design all along both edges, all the way
around, and in the middle he had carved out "TO RIKY FROM JAKE."  Neither
were aware that Enrique's name was misspelled.  Jake said, "They're wrist
bands.  You wear 'em on yer wrists when yer ridin'"

Enrique said, "I'm gonna wear 'em all the time.  I'm never gonna take 'em
off.  Ooooo, they look so nice, and they have my name on 'em, too.  They're
the best present I ever got.  Jake, where did ya git the nice leather?"

"Well, Ricky, I had an old pigskin belt and the buckle was broke.  So I
jist cut two good pieces out of it and took my pocket knife and carved on
it."

Enrique crawled over to Jake and hugged him.  Just then they heard thunder
and saw some lightning.  Jake said, "I guess we shoulda headed back before
now."  As a light rain began, he said, "Well, it's too fuckin' late now."

Jake ran over to his horse and pulled out a large plastic poncho.  As the
rain became heavier and the lightning seemed to come closer, Jake held on
to Enrique and they both huddled under the poncho.  The lightning flashes
were so frequent and the thunder was so loud that Enrique became frightened
and started to cry.  Jake held him very tightly and pressed Enrique's head
against his chest, while Enrique locked his arms tightly around Jake's
waist.

Jake had never married.  As a young man, he certainly had his way with
plenty of girls, but he never felt he was in love.  He always believed he
never really knew what love was.  But now, with Enrique wrapped tightly in
his arms, and with all the raging storm around them, he was certain that,
here at the age of sixty, he finally knew what it meant to really love
someone.  He was glad that his Ricky couldn't see the tears running down
his face.  With his hand, he caressed Enrique's smooth, soft cheeks, and
moved his hand down over Enrique's slender body, feeling every curve, his
waist, his legs and arms.  He buried his face in Enrique's tousled hair and
let his tears flow freely into it.

Jake wanted so much to say, "Oh, Ricky, I love you, I love you."  But he
had always disciplined himself never to expose his feelings too openly.

The rain was blowing so hard, the poncho was virtually useless, and both of
them were soaked to the skin.  Jake prayed to himself that the rain would
never stop and that he and Enrique could remain locked in each other's arms
forever. But the rain did stop, and they did loosen their grip on each
other.  Enrique looked at Jake and smiled the sweetest smile Jake had ever
in his life seen.

"Jake, I've always made believe to myself what a real daddy would be like.
I see 'em on TV sometimes.  You're just like a real daddy, aren't you.  I
lie in bed at night and make believe you are.  And every time you look at
me and talk to me and hug me, I know you have to be my real daddy."

Jake at that moment lost it.  He grabbed Enrique, held him tightly and
said, "Ricky, I am your real daddy."

Enrique broke away and looked at Jake, "Really?"

"Really."

Jake thought, "What's the harm in telling this little lie.  Enrique doesn't
know who his real daddy is.  Why not let him be happy thinking it's me."

The sun was beginning to shine.  Since it was late in the afternoon, they
mounted their horses for the ride home.  This time, though, they rode very
slowly.  Neither wanted this very special afternoon to end.

Enrique went directly to his room when he returned home.  He started to
worry that the bagpipes that he was planning to give Jake for Christmas
might not be as nice a gift as the leather wrist bands that Jake had just
given him.  He uncovered the unfortunate instrument and stared at it,
wondering if he could ever get all the dirt off of it so it would look
pretty when Jake opened it on Christmas Day.  He thought about what Jake
had said; that he was Jake's son.  He knew that wasn't true because Ol' Ben
had told him that his daddy had disappeared and was never heard from again.
But he was glad that Jake wanted him to believe he was his daddy.


Michael's new little house on the knoll was finally completed by the end of
the next week following Thanksgiving.  He and Jeff had worked most of a
full day hauling in furniture, including Ol' Ben's king size bed and
roll-top desk.  When the work was done, Michael threw himself onto the
unmade bed and beckoned Jeff to join him.  They laid there with their arms
around each other and kissing each other lightly.  Then Michael sat up.

"Jeff, let's spend the night here together-tonight.  I already told your
mother that when the place was finished, I was going to spend the night
here.  I even told her that since you were going to help me move things in
and get settled, that you might like to stay the night also.  And she said
she thought that would be a good idea and that you would enjoy that.  So,
how 'bout it, Jeff?  Shall we break in the new house tonight?"

Jeff then grabbed Michael's head with both hands and kissed him deeply and
said, "You're on!"

While Jeff stayed and made up the bed and put a number of things away,
Michael went back to the main house to find some Champaign.  He returned
with three bottles and put them immediately into the new refrigerator.

Jeff said, "Let's go on back to the house and eat supper and have our
showers and then come on back here."

Michael thought a minute and said, "You know, I think we should wait and
take our showers here when we get back.  It would be nice to see how the
new shower stall works."

Jeff agreed, and they both left for dinner with a lot of anticipation in
their hearts.

After supper, Michael and Jeff gathered up some clean underwear and a
supply of toiletries and set out on foot for the twenty minute walk to the
knoll.

When they arrived, Michael said, "Let's take our showers now and then I
want to sit out on the new verandah, sip our Champaign and watch the sun
set over at the far end of the range.  You go ahead and inaugurate the new
shower while I get out the glasses."

Jeff stripped down and stepped into the shower.  He lathered himself up
from head to toe and called to Michael that the shower was great, and that
it was big enough for an Army.  Michael opened the door slightly and looked
in.  The sight of Jeff covered with thick lather, with globs of it dropping
off of his penis started to make Michael hard.

"Jeff, do you need someone to wash your back for you?"

"All depends who 'someone' would be."

As Michael quickly removed his own clothes, he shouted back, "I'll try to
find someone to do it for you!"  Then as he stepped into the shower, he
said, "I found someone.  Guess who?"

Michael already had a full erection and Jeff's penis rose visibly to its
erect position.  Michael lathered himself up, also, and then pressed his
body tightly against Jeff so their hard-ons were rubbing.  They held on to
each other tightly and kissed deeply for several minutes.

Then Michael said, "Oh, I was supposed to do your back for you."  He went
behind Jeff and rubbed his back, bringing his hand down between Jeff's ass
cheeks.  Jeff could feel a finger sliding in and out of his asshole.

"Dad, I don't want to cum right now.  I want the evening to last.  I want
it to build and build until a final climax later."

Michael understood and agreed, although it was hard for him not to go
charging ahead full steam right there in the shower.  They both rinsed off
and each put on only a pair of Bermuda shorts.  Michael then filled two
Champaign glasses and they went out onto the verandah just as the barely
pink beginnings of another sunset were appearing.  The chairs were
comfortable, the Champaign was superb, and the Texas winter breeze that
blew off the range was cool and comfortable against their skin.

Jeff turned and looked with a loving smile at his father for several
minutes and then said, "Dad, you're a different person since you moved down
here to the ranch.  I look at you and I almost think of you as my own age.
That hard, white collar business attitude is gone, and you're like a free
spirit.  You laugh and joke around and even act sometimes like a juvenile,
just like me."  Michael looked pleased and happy to hear Jeff talking that
way.  After a few moments, Jeff went on. "I don't think I have ever had a
happier four months in my life.  I like ranch life.  But it isn't just
that.  It's being here with you.  I love you, and I will always love you,
dad.  Every minute I am with you is special."

Michael leaned over and playfully pinched one of Jeff's nipples.  "Fill our
classes again, Jeff."  After draining his second glass-full, Michael
reached over and put his arm around Jeff's shoulder.  "You know, Jeff,
sometimes I think I'm the luckiest man in the world."  Waving his other arm
out in front of him, "All this as far as the eye can see is ours."  Michael
was beginning to feel the Champaign.  Then turning abruptly to Jeff, he
said, "It's just you and me, Babe!  Who said that, anyway?"

"I think it was Sonny and Cher."

"Are you sure it wasn't Chastity?"

"No, dad, I think it was Sonny and Cher."

"That reminds me of the story of the guy who found the only way he could
get a little from his date was to stick his finger in the dyke."  Michael
started to double over with laughter at his own joke, but happened to see
Jeff's tan line just above the waist band of his shorts.

"Oh, God, what is this?  Is everything white under those shorts?"

Jeff was beginning to feel his Champaign, also, and said, "There's only one
way to find out," as he stood up and let his shorts drop to the deck.  Jeff
staggered just a bit and quickly sat down.  "Dad, I think you've got a tan
line under there somewhere, too.  Let me reach in there and see if I can
find it."  Feeling around in his dad's shorts, Jeff said, "I think I found
something.  It's like a big rock that has all sorts of thick grass growing
on it."

Jeff got down on his knees and ran his hand up under his dad's shorts from
the bottom.  The minute his hand felt the soft hair and the hard sinews of
his dad's thigh, Jeff became hard as a rock.  It felt so erotic to play
with Michael's balls and cock with his hand up through the pant leg.

Michael said, "Pull those pants off Jeff.  Let's take a little walk through
the soft grass and let the cool breeze blow over our bodies."

Holding on to each other, they both staggered off the verandah and down the
incline.  Falling to the ground, they rolled laughing to the bottom.  The
sun had already set, and the sky was crimson red.  They struggled to their
feet and made their way back to the house.  Inside, they both collapsed on
the bed, still laughing.  As Michael lay prostrate on his back, Jeff
couldn't resist going over his dad's beautiful legs with his tongue.  The
feel of the soft hair on his tongue and lips was so indescribable that Jeff
almost felt like crying.  When his tongue reached his dad's balls, he
lifted Michael's legs and bent them back so he could see his asshole.  Jeff
blew lightly on to his dad's asshole, and each time he did he could see the
sphincter muscle contract.  It was pink and beautiful.  Jeff slowly lowered
his head and lightly ran the tip of his tongue over the pucker.  Michael
groaned and tried to raise his hips higher, while Jeff did his best to
force his tongue inside without success.

Jeff rolled over on his back and Michael slipped his lips over Jeff's
penis.  His sucking became wilder and wilder.  His head was bobby up and
down furiously and his tongue was bringing Jeff dangerously close to a
climax.  Jeff pulled his dad's head off and slithered down so their heads
were together.

After kissing Michael, Jeff looked at him intently and said, "Dad, I want
you inside of me.  I have never had anyone inside of me before, and I want
you to be the first one.  I crave you inside of me.  Please, dad."

"Oh, Jeff, I want you inside of me, too.  My dearest boy, I want you deep
inside of me, too."

Jeff had known about Michael's college employment as an exotic male dancer
and stripper, and Michael had told him about how he used to fuck the
bartenders afterwards for additional tip money.  But Jeff wasn't sure how
often his father had gotten fucked himself.

"Dad, I had hoped that when I had you do it to me, this would also be your
first time, too.  But I remember the night after Ol' Ben died, and the four
of us were in his big bed, you got fucked by Corky."

"I know, Jeff.  I didn't really want that to happen.  It was the first and
only time it ever happened to me.  As you remember, we were really charged
up that night, and when Corky came on so strong to me, I just caved in.  I
didn't say so at the time, but he was so rough that it was quite painful
for me.  That was one reason I was not in the best mood the next morning
when we woke up.  I wish we could forget that happened and just concentrate
on ourselves."

Michael got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a new unopened
jar of Vaseline.  He raised Jeff's legs so that his asshole was in open
view.  Then he leaned over and kissed it and ran his tongue over Jeff's
entire crotch area.

Jeff said, "I don't want you to stop.  Your tongue feels so good."

Michael pressed a little Vaseline into Jeff's asshole, "Jeff your little
asshole is so pink and sweet.  I'd like to eat on it all night."

Then applying some grease to his penis, he moved up over Jeff where the tip
of it was touching Jeff's asshole.  He pushed very slightly.  Then a little
harder.  Jeff began to wince.

"Does it hurt, Jeff?"

"Yeah, a little."

Michael pushed harder and harder and then the head of his hard penis
suddenly popped inside of Jeff's rectum.  Jeff let out a short cry of pain.

"It's okay, dad.  Keep going, please."

Michael brought his head down and started kissing Jeff's eyes and nose and
cheeks and lips as he pushed slowly into Jeff's rectum.  At last, he was in
as far as he could go.

"Dad, hold it right there for a minute."

Then after a minute or two, he looked at Michael with pleading in his eyes
and said, "Okay, dad, please fuck me."

Michael started humping slowly, feeling Jeff's sphincter muscle clamping
down hard on his penis.  He went a little faster, then faster and faster.
Jeff's fingers were beginning to dig into his dad's ass cheeks, pulling him
down harder at each thrust.

"Oh, God, fuck me dad!  Harder, dad, harder!  I want you inside of me!  I
want your whole body inside of me!  Don't stop!  Fuck me hard, my sweet,
dearest dad!"

Both were sweating profusely and sweat rolled off of Michael's face and
dripped onto Jeff's mouth and eyes.  Soon, Michael breathlessly said,
"Jeff, I'm so close now, I don't think I can hold it.  I'm gonna cum,
Jeff!"

Jeff could actually feel the head of his dad's penis grow larger and
harder.  "Let it go, dad!  Shoot your hot sperm deep inside of me!  I want
all you can give me."

Just then, Michael's whole body lurched and with a loud yell, he let loose
with surge after surge of cum with an intense orgasm that seemed to last
forever.

"Dad, stay in me.  Don't pull out."  Father and son lay still, their sweaty
bodies pressed together tightly.  After awhile, Jeff spoke softly.  "There
will never be a moment ever in my life that will be as beautiful and sweet
as this moment has been.  I will never love as deeply-you dear, sweet
man-as I love you.  There will never be anyone in my heart but you.  I have
your sperm inside me and I don't want ever to let it come out.  If only
there was a way to keep it in there as part of me forever."

They laid side by side for a long time, caressing each other's bodies and
kissing and hugging.

Finally Jeff brought his head down between his dad's legs, which he raised
high enough where he could see his dad's asshole.  It was now sweaty and
with an odor that Jeff could hardly resist.  First kissing his dad's
asshole lightly, without a word began smearing grease on it.

"Dad, are you ready for me to enter that beautiful hole of yours?"

"Jeff, I have to tell you that I feel just like I am going to be fucked for
the first time.  I have that same feeling of anticipation that one has when
one is about to try something completely new."

Jeff had never had his penis in another man's asshole before, so tonight
was the occasion of two major events.  He pushed his penis very slowly into
his dad's rectum.  It went a little easier than did his dad's penis in his
own asshole.  But Michael was still wincing.  It wasn't as painful as when
Corky screwed him, but he still had a little trouble relaxing and it was
not entirely comfortable.  Soon, though, Michael had relaxed enough to tell
Jeff to go at it as hard as he wanted.  Jeff marveled at the difference in
the feeling of his dad's tight asshole and the feeling of his own hand when
he jerked off.  Even though he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm
building up, he didn't want to ever stop.

"C'mon, Jeff, pound me hard.  Harder, harder!  Deeper, deeper!"

Both of them were once again sweating and kissing wildly.  Finally, Jeff
could hold off no longer and yelled, "I cumming!  And I'm filling my own
dad's beautiful asshole with all my sperm.  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

They finally collapsed in each other's arms, with their sweaty bodies
almost glued to each other.  They both fell asleep almost immediately and
awoke as the rising sun streamed into the back windows onto their faces.
They soon realized that they were both a little hung over, but each knew
that he had experienced a very special night with a very special person.
The memory made them both hard, and they each stroked themselves, and then
took and swallowed the other's morning cum.


The day of the hearing on the competency of Ol' Ben finally arrived.  Jared
Walker and his lawyer entered the courtroom with the cardboard box that
Michael had given him containing the pornographic pictures of Ol' Ben
having his way with Enrique and others.  Michael entered the room with a
single envelope in his hand.  Michael walked over and spoke to Jared.

"Jared, I suppose you are going to try to prove that Ol' Ben cut you out of
his Will because he was mentally unable to know what he was doing.  And I
suppose you think these pictures you have will somehow prove his
incompetence."

"Michael, can you honestly say that any man who fucks around with a little
minor child who is his own son is not a little off in the head?"

"Perhaps not, Jared, but remember that incompetence is a double edged
sword.  Have you forgotten about the two pictures of you, one where you're
fucking Ol' Ben, your own father, and the other one where he is sucking you
off?"

"Well, those pictures no longer exist.  I took them out of the box and
destroyed them."

"Jared, what do you think I have here in this envelope?  Your friend, Jorge
Martinez, the photographer came through for me.  You know, anyone can be
bought."

Jared became furious and turned to consult with his lawyer.

The judge who was to conduct the hearing entered the room.  Much to
Michael's dismay, Jared and his lawyer allowed the hearing to proceed.
When Jared was asked to start presenting his evidence, he was handed a set
of pictures which his lawyer had taken from his brief case.  He spoke
calmly and deliberately to the judge.

"Your honor, I have a set of pictures here that will show the degradation
that is lived by my brother, Michael.  It will prove to you the
unsuitability of Michael Walker as the guardian of Enrique Portillo, the
young boy who is living with him."

The judge interrupted Jared saying, "Mr. Walker, we're here to hear
evidence pointing to the competence of Benjamin Walker, not Michael Walker.
Where is your evidence concerning Benjamin?

"Your honor, we have decided to drop our efforts to have Benjamin Walker's
Will overturned, and would like to pursue a custody hearing on Enrique
Portillo.?

At that, the judge stood up and severely lectured Jared for wasting the
court's time.  He told Jared that if he now wanted to go after Michael
Walker in a child custody matter, he would need to do that another time.
Before walking out of the courtroom, he shouted that he was surprised that
Jared's attorney didn't have brains enough to know that.

Jared stood stunned, as Michael approached him, demanding to know what
pictures he had in his hand.  Jared said only that, if Michael had thought
that his many episodes of fucking the bartenders in gay bars after he did
his nightly exotic strip were not preserved forever on film, he had better
think again.  Michael couldn't believe it.  Someone had taken pictures of
him while he was screwing those bartenders.

With a wry smile, Jared said, "We'll see you in court another day, my good
brother.  You haven't heard the last from me yet!"

Even though Michael was disturbed about the existence of pictures of his
long-ago sexual activities, it was the beginning of the Christmas season,
and he found it relatively easy to put Jared and his evil chicanery out of
his mind.

The house was decorated extensively for Christmas, and the ranch hands had
even put up decorations in the bunk house.  Marion had invited her
disagreeable sisters down to the ranch for the day.  The one who always
stared at every man's crotch when he came into the room was still at it.
Michael and Jeff this time decided to stuff their pants with something that
would create a real tent effect to give these old biddies something really
hot to look at.  And look they did.

Maggie started early in the morning to prepare the Christmas dinner, this
time with a traditional Christmas Goose.

After breakfast, the family, including Enrique, opened their presents.  As
soon as they finished, Enrique left the house and ran to the cow barn in
which he had hidden Jake's present.  He had spent a good deal of time tying
to clean the dirt off of the bagpipe and wrapping it in Christmas paper.

Enrique ran over to the bunk house and knocked on Jake's door.  He had told
Jake the night before that he would come and visit him after the family
finished opening their presents.  He sat down and gave Jake his present.

"Go ahead, Jake, open it.  I bought it for you."

Jake couldn't believe his eyes.  "It's a bagpipe!  And it's a real Highland
bagpipe, too, from Scotland!  All the pipes-the chanters and the drones-are
in good shape.  And look at this beautiful ivory inlay on the pipes!  This
is a very old one and the windbag is not in good shape.  It's all cracked
with holes in it.  It sure won't hold any fuckin' air.  But I can fix that.
I can probably make a new one out of some leather I have."

Jake laid the bagpipe down and put his hands over his eyes.  Enrique could
see tears rolling down Jake's cheeks.  "Oh, ya little fucker.  Ya didn't
have to do that."

Enrique went over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Jake and put his
arms around him.  "I love you, Jake.  I can't wait until you play it for
me!"

Jake took out a big checkered handkerchief and wiped his eyes.  "I'm gonna
play it for you a lot, but I have to repair it first.  I have a present for
you, too, you little fuck head."

Jake went over to a small wooden box and unlocked it.  He took out a long
gold chain with a cross hanging from it.  "This is my present to you,
Ricky.  It belonged to my maw.  It's the only thing I ever had of hers.
She wore it all the time.  And now it would mean a lot to me to have you
wear it around your neck."

Enrique stood in front of the mirror over Jake's chest of drawers while
Jake put the chain around his neck.  "It's such a pretty chain, Jake.  I
never had anything that was gold.  And I never had anything that belonged
to my mama, either."

Enrique started to cry, which brought back Jake's tears.  Jake said,
"Ricky, if you don't have to leave right away, would you lie down on the
bed next to me for awhile?  This is the best Christmas I have ever had, and
you are my best friend.  I just want to lie close to you for a little while
today before you go."

Enrique laid down next to Jake and said, "I won't ever go.  Maybe I could
just stay and live here with you, Jake.  You're my best friend, too."

Jake rolled onto his side and hugged Enrique and kissed his face over and
over.  "I would love to have you live with me, Ricky, but Michael wouldn't
allow it."

Then Enrique said, "Ya know, Jake, some day I would like to get naked with
you like I was with Ol' Ben.  I love you Jake, and I want to get naked with
you and then we could wrestle."

"Maybe someday, Ricky."  Jake brushed his lips very lightly over Enrique's
lips and said, "I love you, too, Ricky.  But now you'd better git back to
the house.  They're probably wonderin' where the fuck you are.  Besides, I
have to start workin' on this bagpipe so I can play somethin' for ya
sometime."


On the day following Christmas, Marion and her sisters departed for a
two-week visit with their widowed mother in Dallas.  Michael had been
planning a big New Years party for all the ranch hands.  At first, he
thought he would clean up the cow barn and have it there.  But since Marion
would be out of town, he decided to have it in the house.  He told the
ranch hands that if they had any friends, like girl friends or such, in
Goliad or Victoria, they are invited, too, if they want to come.  Maggie
told Michael that he had some "delicious" friends in San Antonio and would
it be alright if he invited them down to the ranch for the party.

Maggie announced, "My friends like to dress up, if that's alright.  You
know, kind of like-drag.  They're all sweet guys and a real riot.  I
already told them that the scenery down here is mah-velous.  All these
gorgeous cowboys with no shirts with their deep tan muscles bulging and
their cute cowboy hats on their heads."

Michael had heard about the gang "rape" of Maggie, if it could be called
that.  And maybe if everyone has enough to drink on New Year's Eve, maybe
old Maggie will open up his hole again for some of those "cute cowboys."
When Marion departed for Dallas, some of her parting words were, "Michael,
maybe you should dust off your old g-string again and entertain your guests
with your old exotic dance and strip routine."

Marion never tired of bringing that up.  She had first fallen in love with
Michael during one of his shows, and it excited her every time she thought
about it.  Michael simply said, "We'll see.  Have a nice visit, dear."
Michael had the feeling that their New Years celebration this year was
going to be A-WILD-ONE!!!


This is Chapter 5 of "My Father, My Son."  Chapter 6 will be posted
shortly, and subsequent chapters will be posted only if readers' interest
continues.  I welcome any and all comments, suggestions, criticisms, and
any thing else anyone wants to write.  My e-mail address is:
tombor99@excite.com
Tom Borden