Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 09:16:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  66th Installment

This is Chapter 66, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive.


Send to:   Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 66

On Jumpers first night back at the ranch, Jake took the folding cot that
Josiah had once slept on out of the closet and began setting it up for
Jumper.  "I'll sleep here on this fuckin' cot so ya can have the bed and be
comfortable," said Jake.

As Jumper lay stretched out in the bed, he said, "Can't we both sleep in
the bed.  It's big enough."

Jake said, "Well, sure we can.  But I'm a fuckin' tosser.  I roll around a
lot when I'm sleeping and I wouldn't wanna roll over on ya and hurt yer
leg."

"You won't hurt me, Jake.  I know that.  I just want you to . . . .  Please
don't make me sleep alone."

Jake put the cot back in the closet and said, "Okay, Jumper.  I'll sleep
with ya.  Let's git ya outta them clothes.  Do ya have to go pee?"

"Yeah."

Jake held onto Jumper as he walked him into the bathroom.  As they stood at
the toilet, Jake could feel Jumper leaning heavily against him.  When
Jumper was back in bed, Jake stripped down and climbed in beside him.
Stretching out his arm under Jumper's head, he cradled it against his
chest.  Jumper put his own arm over Jake.

After a long while, Jake said, "Jumper, would ya tell me a little bit about
yer brother, Joe?  What was he like?"

Jumper started to cry.

"It's okay," said Jake.  "You don't have to talk about any fuckin' thing ya
don't wanna."

"My dad hurt him a lot, and I think he killed him," said Jumper.

"Did you like Joe?"

"Yeah.  He was my brother.  I wanted to help him.  My dad hurt me so much,
I knew he hurt Joe, too.  He was gonna run away and begged me to run away
with him.  But I didn't.  I was afraid."

"Did ya love yer brother?" asked Jake quietly.

"I guess so."

"Do ya know what love is, Jumper?"

"I think I do.  I cried when I knew my dad was hurtin' him.  I should have
taken him and run away like he wanted.  I didn't want him to be hurt like
that."

After a few minutes, Jake said, "Would ya like for me to find out what
really happened to Joe?"

Jumper raised his head and said, "Yeah.  How would you do that?"

"I'd have to think about it, Jumper.  But if yer dad did some fuckin' bad
thing to your brother, someone's gotta know 'bout it."

Jumper said, "Why do you want to bother doing that?"

Jake pulled Jumper closer to him and said, "It's because I love you,
Jumper.  And because it ain't right fer yer brother's sake to let yer
fuckin' old man git away with somethin' bad.

Jumper tightened his arm around Jake and after awhile said in a choking
voice through his tears, "I love you, Jake.  I wish you were my dad.  If
only once he had hugged me like this, instead of hating me so much."  Then
looking up into Jake's face, he said, "I never knew anyone could be so
nice, or ever want to have anything to do with me.  I'm nobody, Jake.  My
dad always told me I was a worthless piece of shit."

Jake tried, but couldn't hold back his own tears.  Jumper had used the
word, "love."  Maybe, he thought, Jumper was finally beginning to realize
what the word meant.  "Yer a human bein' like all of us, young man.  Yer
not worthless.  God don't put peoples on this Earth to be worthless.  But
some sons-a-bitches turn worthless, like yer fuckin' old man.  And he'll be
punished some day fer it.  Ya never hurt nobody in yer life.  You've jist
been tryin' to git along until somebody come along that loves ya.  I love
ya, Jumper.  Michael loves ya, too.  He brought ya here because he loves ya
and wanted ya to feel that wonderful feeling of love yerself.  Yer a good
boy, Jumper, and I love ya so much.  Nobody's ever gonna hurt ya agin."

Jake and Jumper lay quietly, sobbing in each other's arms.  When they awoke
the next morning, they were still locked in each other's arms.  Jake had to
pee badly, but Jumper's slender arms were pressed so tightly around him, he
didn't want to move.  He thought back when his dear Josiah once lay in his
arms like this.  He still loved Josiah deeply, and now he was also deeply
in love with Jumper.  He smiled to himself and thought that it wasn't bad
to love more than one person at the same time.  Love and remembrance is
what life is all about, he thought.  As he lay there, looking into Jumpers
sweet, innocent face, he knew that he would lose Jumper eventually, like he
had lost Enrique and Josiah before him.  But he really didn't lose them.
They still loved him and always found ways of showing their love to him.
It would be the same with Jumper some day.  He was certain of that.  No
. . . no one is worthless, but it's the love in a person's heart and soul
that makes a man worthy.  And Jumper was learning for the first time in his
young life what it meant to be loved and cherished by another human being,
and to be worthy of it.


Josiah and Brian arrived at the nursing home in Goliad and found
Mrs. Forbes sitting up in the front lobby.  Although her hands still shook,
she looked like a new person.  When she saw Josiah come in, she held out
her arms and smiled.  Josiah knelt down and they hugged and kissed.  Josiah
had tears in his eyes.

Mrs. Forbes said, "Now let's have no tears, my boy.  We may not have much
time together, and we want to share only our happiness!"

Josiah wiped the tears away and smiled.  She said, "Pull up that chair and
tell me about your life.  I've missed so much of it.  I want to know.  But
before I forget, I want you to have this."

Sitting on her lap was a small bundle wrapped in white tissue paper.  She
unwrapped it to reveal a gleaming white cloth that seemed to have been made
of silver threads.  She unfolded it and held it out in front of her.  She
said, "Can you imagine yourself, Josiah, ever being so small that you could
be wrapped up in this small sheath?

Josiah touched the cloth gently and said, "I've never seen a cloth like
this.  It's like touching a cloud.  It doesn't look as though it's even
woven.  It's like nothing I've ever seen before.  Was I really wrapped in
that?"

"Yes, you were, dear.  This is how we found you."

"Are you sure, mother, that you want me to have it?" asked Josiah.

"Of course, son.  I want to know that when I go, you will have it and
protect it.  I've always considered it a holy cloth, in which was wrapped a
little miracle."

Over the next hour, Josiah told his mother about his life, the sad and
lonely years in foster care, and his coming upon Jake in the woods one day
and the wonderful life that followed.  He brought her a photograph to keep
of him receiving the award at the University.  For the first time in their
conversation, Mrs. Forbes eyes filled with tears as she looked at it.

"I'm so proud of you," she said, wiping her eyes with a hankie.  "If only I
could have managed to share your life for only a short while longer, but I
just . . . ."

"No, mother," said Josiah, "don't think about that.  You took care of me as
long as you could.  And I love you so much for that."

Finally, Mrs. Forbes said, "It's like a dream come true having you come and
see me like this.  I'm sorry, but I'm awfully tired, and I think I need to
go back to my room and rest.  I'm really sorry."

Josiah and Brian wheeled her back to her room and helped her out of the
wheel chair and onto the bed.  She held out her arms to Josiah and they
hugged."

Josiah said, "I'll be back to see you again, mother.  And I promise you,
I'll treasure this cloth for the rest of my life.  Thank you."

Once back in the car, Josiah broke down and cried as Brian held him
tightly.  They said nothing, but Brian understood.  He had never known who
his own mother and father were, and wondered if his mother could have been
as dear as Josiah's.


As Josiah and Brian drove toward the ranch, Brian said, "I still don't
understand why you think we have to go to the ranch.  I like it there as
much as you do, but we have a lot of stuff to do back in Austin.  This just
seems like a waste of time to me."

"I told you, Brian, I don't know why.  I just have the feeling I need to be
there for a little while.  We don't have to stay.  We can go on back
tonight."

When the two arrived, they walked into the kitchen and found Tony and
Clayton starting to prepare the evening meal for the crew.

"Hey, you guys!" shouted Tony.  "Nice to see you.  Sit down and have some
coffee with us.  What are you guys up to?"

"I don't know, Tony," said Josiah.  "We were just over in Goliad visiting
my mother, and I just wanted to swing by here and see you guys."

Josiah sat down next to Clayton.  He hadn't intended to bring this up, but
on impulse he turned to Clayton and said, "I understand that your . . . I
mean, Jared is staying here now."

"That's right," responded Clayton.  "But I stay clear of him. He doesn't
know who anyone is anymore, and I sure don't want him to know who I am.  If
he sees me, I'm afraid he might, by some odd chance recognize me.  He stays
pretty much in his room with his so-called care-giver."

"I'd like to see him, Clayton," said Josiah abruptly.

"Why, for heaven's sake?" said Clayton.

Josiah was surprised at himself for asking.  "I don't know, I just feel
like I'd like to see him."

"I didn't know you ever knew him, Josiah," said Clayton.

Josiah thought for a moment and said, "You're right.  I've never met him.
But I've heard about him, and I'd like to see him for some reason."

With Clayton and Brian keeping their seats, Tony took Josiah down the hall
to Jared's room.  He opened the door slightly and said, "Excuse us.
There's someone here who wants to see you, Jared."

Jared and Marcus were sitting at a small table looking at pictures again.
Josiah said, "Hello, my name is Josiah Walker.  I live in Austin, but I
just wanted to see Jared while I'm here this afternoon."

Marcus stood up and very graciously stepped over and shook Josiah's hand.
"Glad to meet you, Josiah.  So you're one of the Walker clan, too, eh?
Jared and I are just working on his memory of other family members before
it's time for his medication."  Turning to Jared, Marcus said, "Jared, do
you remember Josiah?"

Josiah said, "He wouldn't remember me.  We've never met."

With a pompous air, Marcus said, "You're a Walker, and you've never met
Jared Walker?  How peculiar.  What, then, is your business with him?"

"I don't have any business with him," said Josiah.  "I knew that he was now
staying here, and I simply wanted to know how he is getting on."

"Well, I assure you," said Marcus, "that Jared is getting on just fine.
Now if you'll excuse us, Jared and I need to get back to our memory
therapy."

"Of course," said Josiah.  As they walked back to the kitchen, Michael came
out of his room.

"Josiah!" shouted Michael as he took Josiah in his arms for a big hug.
"How nice to see you!  What brings you here today?"

"Well, Michael, Brian and I were just over in Goliad to see my mother, and
I wanted to stop by here on our way home to Austin.  I was just in to see
how Jared was getting on."

When they walked into the kitchen, Michael sat down and joined them with a
cup of coffee.

Michael said, "I think Jared is getting along fine.  He's got a very
attentive male nurse who seems to be doing pretty well."

"I hate to say this, Michael," said Josiah.  "But I have a strange feeling
about that caregiver . . . that Marcus person.  I felt a dislike for him
the moment I was in the room with him.  I just don't like him.  Oh, I know,
it's none of my business.  But I just feel there's something wrong."

Brian said, "Oh, Josiah!  You're always imagining things!  You don't even
know this guy."

"I know," said Josiah.  "I just think, Michael, you need to keep an eye on
him.  There's something going on with him.  I can just feel it."

Brian said, "Come on, Josiah.  We're running pretty late.  We need to get
back home."

Michael said, "Thanks Josiah.  You know, I have to admit that Jared and
Marcus rarely come out of the room.  Now that I come to think of it, I
never really see what Marcus is doing in his care-giving activities.  It
seems as though things are going alright.  Maybe I need to visit them more
often."

"As I say, Michael," said Josiah.  "It's just a funny feeling I have about
him.  Maybe it's nothing."

Michael hugged and kissed both Josiah and Brian and stood out on the back
porch waving to them as they drove away.

As Michael came back in, Clayton looked down into his coffee cup and said,
"I wonder what funny business he thinks Marcus is up to.  I sure hope
there's no upset brewing with Jared.  If things just stay the way they are,
I'll be happy."

Michael said, "I don't know Clayton.  But, it's true.  I need to check on
them more often."

During the drive back to Austin, Brian said, "Well, are you satisfied,
Josiah?  Is that why we went to the ranch?  To get Michael all stirred up
about Jared's care-giver?  You're always imagining things, Josiah.  That
guy you think you're talking to out on our balcony.  It's crazy!"

"Oh, Brian," sighed Josiah, leaning over and kissing Brian on the cheek.
"I don't know.  But, yeah.  I'm satisfied.  Let's just forget it.  We've
got school to think about now."


Jake spent that day working with Jumper to get him used to using his
crutches.  By the end of the day, Jumper became quite proficient with them
and was able to move around at a fairly good clip.  In the late afternoon,
Jake took Jumper into the horse barn and lifted him up onto an old gray and
black spotted horse.

"Don't be scared, little buddy.  This here's a good old nag.  Ever hear of
the old gray mare?  Someone wrote a song about her!  Her name's Lady Pokey.
She just don't care about nothin.  You sit on her and if ya can git her out
there in the yard, ya can put the spurs to her and snap them reins all day,
and she jist won't move a fuckin' inch.  She's jist a lazy old bitch.
She's a good fer nothin' old nag.  But we love her.  How do ya feel up
there?"

"Okay, but I feel so high up in the air!  And I don't have nothin' to hold
on to."

"That's becuz yer on her bare back.  When yer ridin' we put a fuckin'
saddle on.  Then ya got a saddle horn to hold on to if ya need to.
There'll be time enough fer that.  Right now, I jist wanted ya to see how
it feels to be up on one these fuckin' beasts."

"I'm kinda scared, but it's fun," said Jumper.  "Ain't never been on horse
before.  Can I git down now?"

Jake laughed and said, "Sure can, boy.  Yer gonna love it oncest ya learn
how to ride.  We'll git up there agin tomorrow."

When Jumper was once again down on the ground, he patted Lady Pokey on the
rump.  Jake said, "That's good.  Show her you like her.  Not that she gives
a fuck.  The old gal's been around the fuckin' block a few times and
nothin' seems to faze her no more.  Tomorrow, I'll git the guys to saddle
her up and ya can feel what it's like to put yer feet in the fuckin'
stirrups.  It'll be more comfortable fer ya.  Okay!  Since yer now such a
expert on them fuckin' crutches, we've been invited to eat with Michael in
the house.  Jeff went and bought ya a couple of nice new t-shirts and some
jeans so you can stop wearin' them baggy old rags outta my closet.  Let's
go git cleaned up and put on yer new clothes.  Ever time I come outta this
fuckin' horse barn, I smell like horse shit.  It gits up into yer fuckin'
nostrils and ya can't git rid of it.  I don't normally git cleaned up fer
supper with the crew, but when we're eatin' in the house with po-lite
company, I like to look my fuckin' best."

When they got back to Jake's room, Jake said, "Ya can't take a shower with
that fuckin' cast on yer leg.  So we'll jist have to give ya a sponge bath.
Now here let me git you out them stinkin' clothes and go sit on the toilet.
I'll show ya how it's done."

Jake filled up the sink with warm water and started scrubbing Jumper's neck
and ears and face.

"Ow!  That hurts," whined Jumper.

"I gotta really scrub hard to git that horse shit smell off of ya.  Now sit
still!"

Jake then scrubbed Jumper's chest and stomach and back.  "Now stand up so I
can git yer ass and yer balls clean."

Jake didn't use the wash cloth.  He soaped up his hands and ran them all
around Jumper's ass crack and along his asshole.  He couldn't resist then
fondling Jumper's balls and penis as he washed them.  And as he did so,
Jumper's penis got hard and stood straight out.  Jake could feel his own
hard-on throbbing in his pants.

Jake said, "That's a hot lookin' piece of meat you got there, buddy.  Ya
sure ya never fucked nobody with that?  That'd give some fucker a lot of
pleasure!"

Jumper laughed and said, "I told ya, Jake.  I never fucked nobody.  I'm the
one that always got fucked."

After Jumper was rinsed off and dressed in his new clothes, Jake got out of
his own clothes.  Jumper looked at Jake's totally erect penis and said
laughingly, "That's a hot lookin' piece of meat you got, too!"

"Ya," said Jake, grabbing hold of it, "but this old cock's done a lot of
fuckin' in its life."

After Jumper's bath, Jake felt himself worked up into a really horny state.
When he got into the shower, he soaped himself up and stroked his hard
penis as fast as he could.  It took only a minute for his orgasm to
overtake him.  As he shot glob after glob of his cum onto the shower floor,
he was unable to stifle his groans of ecstasy.

After Jake stepped out and was drying himself, Jumper laughed and pointed
to Jake's wilting penis.  He said, "I know what you jist did!"

"I didn't do nothin'!" protested Jake.

"Yes, you did," said Jumper mockingly.  "You jerked your dick off!"

Jake laughed and said, "Oh, you little fucker!  Can't nobody keep nothin'
secret!  Don't nobody have no privacy 'round here!"

As Jake put on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt, Jumper hobbled over to
him and put his arms around him.  "Jake, do you have a lot of secrets?"

"Yeah.  Of course I do.  I bet you got some fuckin' secrets, too."

"No I don't," said Jumper.  "I don't have no secrets.  Would you tell me
some secrets?"

"Okay.  I might tell ya some secrets sometime if yer a good boy."

Jake and Jumper sat with Michael, Jeff, and Paul at dinner.  Jeff made a
special point to sit next to Jumper.  At one point he put his arm around
Jumper's shoulder and said, "You know, Jumper, we're all so glad you're
back here with us.  You really scared us when you came back hurt so badly.
You know we all love you a lot, and we're glad to have you here with us.  I
see you're wearing your new clothes.  I worried they might not be the right
size."

Jake beamed.  He knew that Jeff had thought it was a mistake to bring the
boy down to the ranch, and was so happy that Jeff had now changed his
attitude about it.  Jumper was also very pleased that everyone was being so
nice to him.  Jake said, "Jumper, do you have anything to say?"

Jumper did have something in his heart that he wanted to say.  He looked at
Michael and said, "Yeah.  I'd like to say thank you to you for making me
come down here."  Tears began to fill his eyes and he covered his face with
his hands.  "I'm sorry."

Jake put his arm around Jumper's shoulder.  Michael got up and came around
to Jumper's side of the table and, keeling down next to him, put his arms
around him and said, "We love you, Jumper.  And to see that you've come to
like us and want to be with us makes my heart sing.  Remember that first
day Jeff and I met you at that awful truck stop?  Jeff didn't know what I
was thinking, but I knew then that this is where you belonged, and that I
would somehow have you with us.  You're lucky . . . we're all lucky
. . . to have our friend Jake.  He's the best friend any man could ever
have.  And he loves you very much, Jumper.  He'll never let you down, and
he'll never hurt you, and he'll never let anyone else hurt you.  Welcome to
our family, Jumper!"

As the tears streamed down his cheeks, Jumper threw his arms around Michael
and kissed him.  He had learned from Jake that hugging someone was the
sincerest way to show your love for him.  And he was right.

That night after they got in bed, Jumper said that his leg was hurting.
"That damned cast is so heavy that it makes my leg sore."

Jake sat up and said, "Well, maybe a little fuckin' massage will help relax
it.  The weight's pullin' on yer thigh muscles and that's what's making it
ache."

Jake took hold of Jumper's thigh with both hands and began gently kneading
and massaging it.  Jumpers clear skin with just a light dusting of blond
hair on it felt so good in Jake's hands.  He felt an overpowering urge to
lean over and kiss that leg and run his tongue over it.  Jumper was not
very muscular, but his flesh was young and firm under Jake's hands.  As he
continued to massage Jumper's thigh, his forearm was constantly brushing
over Jumper's penis.  Jumper loved Jake's arm and began running his hand
over the hair that covered it.  Jumper's penis was soon hard and erect.

Soon Jake lay back down and looked at his own hard penis.  "Well, little
buddy, it looks like we got a couple of fuckin' stiff ones there."

Jumper smiled and said, "Yeah!"

Jake reached down and rolled his balls around in his hand, and said,
"Jumper, there's somethin' ya need to know about me.  And I might as well
tell ya right out.  If yer gonna live with me, ya gotta know somethin'.
Ever night I relieve myself.  Jist gotta do it."

"Relieve yerself?"

"yeah.  Ya know.  Ever night and sometimes in the mornin' I gotta jerk off.
Ya know.  Ever man's gotta jerk off.  I thought ya needed to know that.
Hope ya don't mind."

"I don't mind," said Jumper, pushing himself closer to Jake.  "I gotta jerk
off, too.  Like ya said, every man's gotta do it."

Jake smiled and looked over at Jumper.  "Maybe we can do it together.
How's that?"

"Okay," said Jumper as he grabbed hold of his hard penis.

Jake started to slowly stroke his penis and then said, "How did'ya like it
when I did it to you in the hospital.  Pretty fuckin' good, huh?"

"Yeah!" responded Jumper.  "I never did no sex with a guy, except when he
fucked me.  I like this better."

"Well, little guy," murmured Jake.  "Do ya think turn-about's fair play?
Would ya like to do it to me?"

"What?  Fuck?"

"No!  Jerk me off!"

"Yeah.  Would ya let me?" said Jumper eagerly.  "I never seen another guy
shoot his cum, except into my rear end."

"Sure.  Jist take a hold of it there and give it a good fuckin' work-out,
boy."

Jumper sat up and wrapped his hand around Jake's penis and started
stroking.

"Can't ya do it a little bit faster?" said Jake.  "Slide yer hand up the
whole length of that cock."

Jumper vigorously stroked Jake's penis as Jake pinched his own nipples with
one hand and played with his balls with the other.

"Oh, that's good, buddy!  That's real fuckin' good!" growled Jake.

As Jake continued to pinch one of his nipples, Jumper reached over with his
free hand and started pinching his other nipple.

"Aw, shit, Jumper!  I can see that you know what I like.  That feels so
fuckin' good!  Just keep strokin'.  I'm gonna cum in a minute!"

Jake's body began to stiffen and Jumper watched Jake's face at it began to
contort.

"Aw shit!  Fuck!" yelled Jake as his penis began to throb violently in
Jumper's hand and a great geyser of thick white sperm shot straight up out
of Jake's penis.  Then another, and another, coming down to cover Jumper's
hand with hot pudding like sperm.

Jake said breathlessly, "Jist keep strokin' until every drop comes out and
I tell ya to stop."

Jumper sat with his mouth open in amazement.  He had never seen another guy
cum before.  Jake's sperm just kept spurting out, and Jumper thought he had
never seen so much thick sperm in his life.

"Okay, Jumper, let go and gimme yer hand."  Jake took Jumper's hand and
sucked off all of the sperm that covered it.  Jumper was breathing hard
with excitement.  Jake said, "Well, yer sure a good fuckin' cock jerker!
Did ya ever eat yer cum afterward?  As fer me, I love it.  It tastes so
fuckin' good!"

Jumper laid back on the bed and began stroking his own penis.  Jake sat up
and said, "Hey, it's my turn now to do it fer you.  Okay?"

Jumper smiled and took Jake's hand and put it on his penis.  Jake started
stoking slowly with one hand as he moved his other hand lightly over
Jumper's chest and stomach.  He wanted so badly to lean over and take the
boy's hard cock into his mouth, but knew that was something that would have
to come later.  As he stroked Jumper's penis steadily, and then faster and
faster, he looked at every inch of the boy's body.  It was slender, but yet
so perfectly shaped.  His skin was white and pure, and Jake wondered how
this rather delicate and fragile body could have been fucked so violently
by so many rough truckers, sometimes ten or fifteen times a day.  As Jumper
closed his eyes and lightly rubbed Jake's free strong and sinuous arm, Jake
felt a feeling of overwhelming love for this dear, sweet young man.  He
looked down at Jumper's slender hand and fingers at they gently caressed
his arm.  Funny, he thought.  The boy had a hot thing for Jake's arms.
Jake always considered himself a leg man.  He loved men's legs.  He could
kiss and suck on them for hours.

Soon, Jake could feel the veins that circled Jumper's hard penis begin to
enlarge.  The boy clutched fiercely on Jake's arm.  He began to buck his
hips slightly, and then it happened.  With a rather high-pitched moan,
Jumper's penis began to spurt long streams of cum, all landing on Jake's
hand.  Jake kept stroking, and each time his hand came up over Jumper's
penis head, Jumper jerked and moaned again.  Jumper's body began to relax
as his orgasm subsided.  Jake held onto the boy's penis for awhile, and
when he felt it begin to wilt, he held his hand up in the air.

"Have ya ever tasted yer own cum, Jumper?"

"No."

"Here.  Lick a little off my hand.  It's really good.  I'll taste a little
first."

After Jake had licked a little off of his thumb, he held his hand close to
Jumper's mouth.  Jumper looked at it for a little while and then took hold
of Jake's wrist and brought his hand to his mouth.  He just touched some of
the sperm with the tip of his tongue.  Then he licked up some more of it.

"It's good, ain't it," said Jake with a smile.

Jumper nodded vigorously and then licked Jake's hand clean.  But instead of
backing off, he continued to hold Jake's arm and bring his tongue up over
the hair on Jake's forearm, sucking on it as he went.  Jake's penis began
to harden again as he watched this boy, who was clearly enjoying the taste
of Jake's skin.

As Jumper eventually put his head back on the pillow, Jake rolled over on
top of him without putting his whole weight on him.  He looked down into
Jumpers beautiful eyes and sensuous full lips and said, "I love you,
Jumper, so much."

Jumper looked deeply into Jake's eyes and said, "I love you, too, Jake."

Jake slowly lowered his head and touched Jumper's lips with his own.
Kissing the boy gently several times, Jake suddenly felt Jumpers arms tight
around his back and Jumper's legs twining around his own.  They lay there
for a long time, kissing deeply, sucking on each other's lips and tongue.
Jake soon tried to roll off, but he was held fast by Jumpers arms, locked
behind him.  Over and over, they repeated their love for each other.  It
was after midnight when they finally lay side by side, exhausted and
clamped in each other's arms.  Neither wanted to go to sleep, but the
Sandman finally did his work, and they both drifted off.


The next morning Jeff walked into his father's office to find Michael
working on his plan to re-open more natural gas wells.  He said, "Dad, I've
been meaning to ask you about something.  I don't like to be nosey about
your business.  But the other day I came in here to talk with you.  You
weren't here, but I happened to see a card lying here on your desk with Ted
Kennedy's name on it.  You know, my old high school friend.  I picked it up
and read the note he wrote on the back of it.  Dad, what you do is your
business.  But I'm surprised you didn't mention to me that you had met him
and . . . you know . . . done stuff with him.

Michael said, "I'm sorry, Jeff.  I really did mean to tell you about it.
There is nothing I do that I want to keep secret from you.  It happened in
Dallas the night before I picked up Jared from the hospital.  I was trying
to brace myself that evening, and I guess I had a little too much to drink
at the hotel bar.  Ted was also in the bar and came up to me and introduced
himself.  After we talked for awhile, I got kind of drunk and he
volunteered to take me back to my room.  Honestly, Jeff, I don't really
remember what happened after that.  But I realized the next morning after I
found his note that he and I must have done something.  I'm sorry, Jeff."

"You don't have to be sorry, dad," said Jeff.  "Ted and I used to jerk off
together after school.  I really always wanted to do more with him, but we
just never found an opportunity to do it.  I wish there was a phone number
or an address on his card.  I'd like to get in touch with him again and
have him come down and visit us here.  I'm sorry you don't remember what
happened.  I always thought he was a hot looking guy.  He had one of the
biggest cocks I'd ever seen then, and I remember he used to shoot the
biggest damned loads of cum."

Michael said, "He's attending SMU up there.  I'm sure you could reach him
through their directory service.  I'd kind of like to see him again
myself."

Jeff was about to leave when Michael said, "Oh, Jeff.  Something else.
I've decided to take a flight up to New York to see if I can find Karl.  He
hasn't called me in a long time, and I've been trying to call him, but
there's been no answer.  Then last night, I tried again and got a message
that that number is no longer in service.  I'm really worried about him."

"How will you find him.  It's a pretty big city," said Jeff.

"I think the only thing I can do is go to his father's office and see if
someone there might know his whereabouts.  At least that's where I'll
start."

"That sounds really strange," said Jeff.  "Would you like me to go with
you?"

Michael said, "No, Jeff, you'll be going back to school in a few days, and
I'll take my flight to New York probably on the same day you leave here.
I'll be leaving Jake in charge down here.  Jeff, I have to tell you that I
miss Karl so much.  I'm tired of sleeping in that bed alone without him
every night.  I jerk off every night to relieve my loneliness, but after I
shoot my load, I'm still wanting him to be there.  I dream of holding and
kissing his beautiful body, but it's not the same as having him there with
me.  I just have to find him and see him again."

Jeff took Michael in his arms and said, "Dad, I wish you had come in to
sleep with Paul and me on some of those nights while we've been here.  It
might have helped a little."

"Jeff, I know it would have helped.  But I didn't want to bother you.  You
have each other and didn't need me to get involved."

Jeff said, "Paul loves you almost as much as I do.  You didn't have to jerk
off alone.  We could have given you so much more each night.  And we would
have loved it.  Dad, I want you to stay with Paul and me tonight in our
room, as well as the next few nights until we leave if you'd like."

Jeff took his dad's hand and led him out of the office into the Michael's
bedroom.  Pushing Michael down on the bed, Jeff lay beside him and kissed
him lovingly on the lips.  Reaching down to rub his dad's crotch, he felt
Michael's penis growing larger.  He undid Michael's belt and pulled his
jeans down to around his ankles.  Jeff then scooted down and took his dad's
throbbing hard penis into his mouth and sucked it gently.

Michael said, "Fuck me, Jeff.  Right here.  Please fuck me.  I need you to
do that right now.  Please."

Jeff pulled his dad's boots and jeans off and removed his shirt.  Then
stripping himself down until he was completely naked, Jeff mounted his
father and plunged his hard penis into Michael's asshole.  As he pumped
hard and fast, the door opened.  It was Marcus.

"Oh, excuse me!" Marcus said with a hint of sarcastic glee in his voice.
"I just wanted to ask you a question, Mr. Walker.  But it will wait."
Then, as he folded his arms and coming closer, he looked down at the father
and son.  With a wry smile on his face, he said, "My, my!  I'm finding out
all sorts of interesting things about Jared's family.  Yes, yes!  Very
interesting!"

Michael said, "Marcus, you should have the decency to knock before you come
into someone's bedroom.  This is none of your business.  Will you please
leave."

As the door closed, Jeff's orgasm suddenly swept over him and he sent his
load into his father's rectum, as Michael bucked his hips as though to push
his son's penis in as far as possible.

As they lay next to each other, Jeff said, "That man is really peculiar,
dad."

"Well, Jeff, he probably thinks we're awfully peculiar, too," said Michael.
"You know, I've been thinking about Josiah's remarks about him.  I wonder
if I need to watch him more carefully."

Jeff said, "It might be a good idea, dad."  Then kissing his dad on the
lips, he said, "Remember dad, you're sleeping with Paul and me tonight.
Okay?"

"Okay."


Early that day, Jake had taken off to attend to some business in Goliad.
He said, "Jumper, would ya like to come with me?  I'm taking the truck into
town to pick up some supplies."

Jumper said he would rather stay home and practice some more on his
crutches.  After Jake left, Jumper went outside and decided to walk up to
the knoll not far away where Jake had said there was a small stream lined
with rocks on its bank.  Jake had told him about the accident that he had
once had there when he was trying to retrieve Enrique's kite from a tree.

When Jumper finally got to the knoll, he flopped down onto the ground and
watched the rippling stream as it bubbled on over the rocks.  He felt as
though he was no longer Jumper.  Someone else was now occupying his body.
He was suddenly living the life of someone else.  He thought about Jake and
those wonderful hugs that Jake gave him.  He loved to hold and kiss and run
his hands over Jake's arms.  They were the arms that held him and made him
feel a warmth inside that he'd never known.  That's why he loved those
arms.  Those beautiful, strong, and loving arms!  His father's arms were
large and strong like that, but they were used only to hit him and beat
him.  The sound of his little brother's screams suddenly filled his head,
and he covered his ears.  Was it possible that Joe was still alive?  Was it
possible that Jake might be able to find him?

Jumper felt like another person looking back over the life of that stranger
called Jumper.  He thought about what a different world he was now living
in from the one he had once occupied.  He remembered coming home from
school and so often hearing his mother behind her closed bedroom door
talking and moaning with some strange man.  Then, more than once, he would
see that strange man walking naked down the hall to the bathroom, oblivious
of Jumper's presence.  Some afternoons when there was no man in the house,
he would look for his mother and sometimes find her naked and fucking
herself with a dildo and telling him to get lost.

He had nothing to look forward to at home but the knowledge that his own
father would come home soon and once again, as he did almost every night,
throw him down on his bed in a threatening way and ram his God-damned cock
up his ass.  It would hurt and he would cry.  Then his father would hit him
in the face and tell him to shut up.  He remembered longing for his father
to love him and treat him like his friend's fathers seemed to treat their
sons.

He thought about those endless days and nights after he was thrown out when
he would steal food from 7-Eleven stores and sleep at night by the dumpster
out in back.  He never thought of himself as a human being . . . only as an
animal, offering himself to horny truckers for five bucks a fuck.  He
remembered that he was neither happy nor unhappy.  He just existed.  He
never looked forward to the next day and never cared whether or not he ever
woke up in the morning.  The thought of dying was actually comforting to
him in a way.

But here he was, living a life of a different person, around people who
were kind and said they loved him and cared for him.  How did this happen?
How could it happen that he would walk into the restroom at that truck stop
and then stand at the urinal next to a person called Michael Walker?  He
was nobody.  He was just a piece of worthless shit existing the only way he
knew how.  How could anyone want anything to do with him, except to use him
to get their nuts off on him?

Jake talked about God.  He'd heard there was a God.  But he didn't think
God had anything to do with him.  Why would anybody . . . Why would Jake
thank God that a piece of nothing like himself was with him?  Why would
Jake . . . or anybody . . . want to love him?  He has nothing, he's done
nothing, he's given nothing.  But there it was, nevertheless.  Jake loved
him and Jake was giving him a new life.  Jumper thought about the fact that
he had given nothing to anyone.  He was nobody.  He had nothing to give.
For the first time in his life, Jumper felt a strange unfamiliar feeling.
It was gratitude.  Gratitude . . . a feeling he'd never felt before for
anyone.  It was a feeling that made him want to give back in response to
the love that someone was now giving to him.

Jumper remembered the leather wrist band that Jake always wore.  It was
made and given to him by Enrique as a measure of his love for Jake.  Jumper
began to cry.  What could he do?  He loved Jake, just as Enrique had.  Jake
had told him that he was somebody and was not worthless.  He had to somehow
show Jake that he wasn't worthless.  He had to start being a human being
who mattered, someone who was worth something.  He had to somehow give back
to these wonderful people who had done so much for him.

Jumper never went back to the house for lunch.  He spent practically the
whole day lying next to the stream and listening to that gentle rush of
water over the rocks.  Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the grass behind
him.  It was Jake.

"Hey, little guy," Jake said as he stood smiling and looking down at
Jumper.  "Some of the guys told me they saw you coming out here."

"Hi, Jake," said Jumper.  "I just love it here.  Was that the tree over
there that you fell off of?"

Jake sat down next to Jumper and said, "Yup.  That's the very fuckin' tree.
I scared the shit outta poor Ricky.  He saw me fall.  It put my fuckin'
lights out.  I don't remember a fuckin' thing.  If it warn't fer Ricky
runnin' back and gittin' help, I'd probably drowned my sorry ass."

"You and Ricky loved each other a lot, didn't ya?" said Jumper.

"You bet yer fuckin' balls we did.  We still love each other, Jumper.  Once
ya love somebody really hard, that love don't never stop.  He don't live
with me no more, but that don't mean we stopped lovin' each other."

Jake patted the ground next to him with his hand and said, "It was right
here, almost on this same fuckin' spot that him and me first jerked off
together.  I s'pose you didn't want to hear that."

"No, Jake, I wanna know that.  I wanna know everything about you.  I
remember when me and you first jerked off, too."

"Oh yeah.  The other night when we jerked each other's dick."

"No, no," said Jumper.  "Did you fergit when you jerked me off in the
hospital and that funny stupid nurse come in and saw all that cum layin'
all over my gown?"

They both laughed, and Jake took Jumper in his arms.  They kissed each
other deeply as Jumper ran his hands over Jake's arms.

Jake said, "You like my arms a lot, don't ya?  I wonder why ya like em so
much.  That ain't sayin', though, that ya can't have 'em anytime ya want
'em.  It feels good to have my little Jumper's tongue runnin' up and down
my arms."

"Jake, yer arms mean a lot to me.  From the minute you picked me up when I
was runnin' away in the rain that time.  You know, you talk about God.  I
don't know much about that, but yer arms are what I imagine God to be.  I
never felt anything like it.  When you held me so tight in yer arms, I
wondered if that was what God was like."

"Well, little buddy, I ain't God.  No where near.  But it jist might be
that you felt a little bit of God comin' through my arms."  Jake looked
down at his arms and said, "It jist might be.  And I'll sure let ya worship
'em anytime ya feel like it."

They both lay down on their backs next to each other and watched several
clouds roll by.  After a long while, Jumper said, "I knew an Indian guy at
school oncest. I think he was a Cree.  He said he talked to the spirits a
lot.  Are they the same as God?"

"Sure they is," said Jake.  "And ya can talk to God, too."

"What do you say to him?"

"Well, first ya tell him ya love 'im, and then ya can ask him to look over
ya and protect ya.  But ya have to be a good person.  He don't like bad
people."

"So God don't like my dad, neither, huh?"

"Nope.  That's fer sure.  Yer dad'll feel God's fuckin' wrath someday."

"What will he do to him?"

"Oh, only God knows that.  But what he'll do to him won't be fun."

Jake and Jumper lay quietly for awhile.  Soon, Jumper said, "You and Ricky
jerked off right here?"

"We sure as shit did.  Ya wanna do it with me right here jist like he did?"

Jumper reached over and took Jake's arm and kissed it.  "Yeah.  That'd be
fun.  Jist you and me this time."

"We'll do it jist like him and me did it," said Jake.  "We gotta take off
all our clothes and jist be bare-ass neked.  That's the best way."

Jake stripped down and helped Jumper get his pants off over his cast.  He
took hold of Jumper's hard penis and started stoking, as Jumper did the
same with Jake's penis.

Jake said, "I love doin' this out in the fresh air like this.  Feels so
fuckin' good when the breeze blows over my fuckin' balls.  Ya feel it
blowin'?"

They stroked each other slowly at first while they looked into each other's
eyes and kissed.  "Git ready, little guy, she's gonna blow in a second,"
Jake growled.  "Are ya ready?  Let's shoot our fuckin' loads together."

As they jacked each other off, faster and faster, they both allowed their
orgasms to take over their bodies and, as they both bucked their hips,
great streams of hot thick cum shot out of their penises and all over their
hands.  When the last drops of cum dribbled out of their penises, Jake
said, "Now don't let that fuckin' juice go to waste.  I know ya ain't
tasted my cum before, but go ahead and try it.  Lick yer hand off good."

As they both licked up each other's cum from their hands, Jumper said,
"This is kinda like cum from God, ain't it?"

Jake smiled and said, "It might be."


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