Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 16:07:07 -0500
From: fireflywatcher <fireflywatcher@gmail.com>
Subject: Short Grass Prairie, Chapter Nine

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I apologise for the delay finishing this chapter. I have been working on
'Desolation' and had many distractions lately. This story has come full
circle now, with a new generation of gay men entering the picture. I expect
to finish in two or three more chapters.

SHORT GRASS PRAIRIE

by fireflywatcher- Phil Ford

Chapter Nine

Swift was in bed, shivering, when I came in. I'd spent some time describing
the presents I'd bought in town so that no duplicates would go to the same
child. I stoked the fire with another split and opened the cedar chest at
the foot of the bed. "I'll have you warmed up in no time", I told him. I
brought a thick down quilt from the chest and spread it across the bed,
covering him. "I've always loved this quilt. It doesn't get cold enough to
use it most years." I ran my fingers over the cloth. "Granny used silk when
she made it. It's the softest quilt I ever felt of."

Swift lifted the edge of the covers for me to join him underneath. I blew
out the lamp leaving the room illuminated only by the flames from the small
fireplace. The wood box beside it left half the room in shadow. "You should
have taken me with you, too, today. I'll have to go shopping myself now."

"How could I get you anything and it still be a surprise if you'd come
along?", I asked.

"You got that saddle for Coyote", Swift replied.

"Yeah, and I got a surprise for you. It would have been harder to hide it
from you than it was hiding that saddle from Coyote, though." I rolled Swift
on his belly and began massaging the chill away, starting at his shoulders
and working my way down. The bedroom was warming up some and his chill bumps
had vanished. I massaged his cheeks with my thumbs meeting in his crack and
my palms holding the round globes. I lowered myself and lapped from the back
of his balls to where the crease ended at the base of his spine, and kept
repeating that motion.

"If you had a tongue like the cats at the barn, I'd be a crazy man right
now", Swift declared. I plunged my tongue inside his pucker as far as I
could go and Swift went wild. His ass rose up off the bed and he met my
every move as I thrust more and more tongue inside searching for his button.
"I think I need something bigger inside there now", Swift pled. "Make me
your mare, stud. Bite my neck and taste my blood." I pushed back and lined
up my prong, and then I drove it in to the hilt. "Oh damn, you make it hurt
good", he praised me as I went into motion, driving in and retreating. I
found the spot my tongue had been searching for. Each time I rubbed across
it Swift shuddered. I paused so that each spurt of my milk would splatter
across his knot and we joined in our release.

"I could get to like being on top more", I declared. I reached for a hand
towel, wiped the bed, and then cleaned up Swift. "I'm just selfish. I like
how you make me feel when you're inside me." Swift ran his fingers across
his shoulder and brought them back. I could see the blood.

"You marked me good, Jim. I'm your mare now. We both like being on top and
being on bottom. We share that way", Swift told me. I kissed him and pulled
him into me as I crawled in beside him. Only our feet were under the covers.
I don't remember falling to sleep.

"Daddy, Daddy, look! The chickens started laying again!", Henry was yelling.
He had a big egg in his fist. When the chickens molted, they stopped laying.
We hadn't had eggs for six weeks or longer. He was bundled up and had a
stocking cap on his head. Frank and Mark stood beside him.

"Hey, now we can have ice cream at Christmas", I answered.

"Don't they make drawers big enough for men?", Mark blurted out. "Horse and
Coyote ain't got none, either."

"Sorry about that boys", Swift replied. "Ya'll go on and we'll fix breakfast
when we're dressed." He tossed me a pair of red long handles from the
highboy and started getting into a pair himself. Slipping some socks on, he
followed that by jerking up a pair of denims on top of the red underwear.
Then, he jumped, first one foot, and next the other foot, into his boots,
all while standing and jumping. I accomplished the same feat sitting on the
edge of the bed and had a thick sweater on, too, in the same time. "I got to
piss bad", Swift said, dashing out of the bedroom.

Chance and Luis each had a skillet going, cranking out pancakes as fast as
they cooked. Seven pair of eyes were fixed on them. The kids mouths hung
open in such a way you were sure you'd hear a chirp any second. Jake came
into the kitchen with a self-satisfied look on his face and rubbing his
belly. "Something smells good", he remarked. He glanced at the table. "I
guess I'll make do with some coffee for now", he stated, his smile fading
slightly.

"Damn, it's cold outside", Swift exclaimed, coming back in. "I ain't up for
any buggy ride until it warms up some." He backed up to the big fireplace
and did turns to warm himself all the way around.

"How many more pancakes can you guys eat?", Luis asked.

"How many can you make?", Adam retorted. He was fifteen and the oldest of
the three Jake and Chance had adopted. He seemed to get taller by the day
and had a cocky attitude like most boys his age.

The two girls washed their plates and put them on the drain board. They
excused themselves, leaving to dress and play. "Well, at least two of you
are full", Chance observed. The younger boys did as the girls had done,
leaving Adam sitting with the men as they filled their plates for the first
time. When all were served, he got another plateful and there was a platter
set on the table. Chance and Luis sat down to eat, too. Adam cleaned the
plate before the men had taken more than a few bites. "Damn, where do you
put it all?", Chance asked.

"I could work up a better appetite if I was getting a little night exercise
like some people", Adam responded. That comment turned every head at the
table.

"You can have as much night exercise as you want with your hand, son", Jake
replied, "And when you get married you can find out about the rest."

"I'm thinking there's a lot more fun to be had than I can get from my hand",
Adam answered. "I have a sister and she's the closest female relation I care
to have. Ain't none of you married as far as I can see."

"I guess you've got a partner all picked out for this exercise, too, huh?",
Chance queried.

"Can't say I have", Adam answered. "I know what gets me stiff in my britches
is all. I don't know nothing about this business so I'm taking it slow. I
figure it will all happen kind of natural."

"I don't think the girls or the younger boys need to hear anything about
this, son", Jake told him.

"That's why I'm talking about it now, when they aren't around. I'm the only
boy my age around here. I might have some questions is all", Adam answered.
"Guess I'm full now", he added and left the table.

The weather did turn warmer after a few days. Everyone, children included,
got their turn to go into town shopping. In past years when Nate, Sam,
Harlan, and Rufus were growing up, few toys were offered for sale.
Ball-tipped tops, marbles with big cat-eyed taws, and dominoes were about
all you could find and every kid already had those. You might find a doll
for a little girl, but most dolls were passed down from mother to daughter.
Any others would be home-made rag dolls or whittled out by hand with clothes
made from scraps. This was the first real Christmas where we bought gifts
other than the practical needs of daily life.

Christmas passed with loads of food and gifts all around, The adopted
children got presents in the event their new families couldn't afford
anything. Older orphans who'd chosen to live on their own got more
substantial gifts, some in cash, to help them on their way to independent
lives.

Adam passed his exams and graduated the following spring. He joined the two
boys living in Nate's carriage house and attended one of the two local
colleges. Language is a living changing thing. How someone speaks at home or
with friends has no correlation to their ability to speak and write
correctly. Adam excelled in the written word and could be a formidable
speaker. Speaking differently than those surrounding you only erects a
barrier that can prove difficult to break down, but speaking the same as
those before you is a handy skill in the legal profession. He read law under
Sam, a way of becoming a lawyer without attending law school. It gave him
his own income, too, plus his earnings from the land and cattle he was
given. He received his Bachelors degree from the small college and passed
the Bar exam a few days later.

"Have you found that partner you were looking for yet?", Jake asked Adam,
after his graduation.

"I'm still taking matters in my own hands, dad", Adam replied. "All the men
I've met just want to talk about girls."

"Sometimes talking about girls can work itself around to talking about other
things", Jake responded. "You just keep talking and you'll find that out."

"Well I don't have the patience for that sort of crap. If a man ain't got
the balls to speak his mind to me, he's not the right man", Adam pronounced.
"I passed the bar, but I want the paper, too. I'm going to Austin this fall
to get a Law degree. There's only two things happening in that town,
government and college. If I can't find the right man there, I'll damn sure
have fun looking." What Adam was, besides a graduate and lawyer, was a
handsome nineteen year old young man. He had straight coal black hair, cut
neatly, and deep blue eyes. He stood six foot two and about one hundred and
seventy five pounds with well developed muscles in all the right places.

We were sitting on the porch of Sean's business waiting to spot the
carriages bringing the girls home from Boston for the summer. They'd spent
the last nine months living with Sara's mother while attending a ladies
finishing school. All four matrons were accompanying them on a visit to see
their grandchildren. "Thank god we don't have to sit through one of those
big family suppers tonight", I pointed out. John and Walt had moved down
from Oklahoma and stood beside us dressed as true gentlemen. John held a
silver-tipped cane he used to get around now.

"It's about damn time", Walt declared. "I hate sitting around sweating in a
new suit." We had a brief introduction and the matrons never got out of the
carriage. The girls went along to stay with the ladies and we got to ride
home.

"Is that all we got dressed for?", Henry asked. "So we could wait an hour
and tip our hats to some ladies? I could've stayed home and had you say I
was behind the others guys and too short to see!"

"We had to be polite", I answered. "They traveled for several days to get
here. I'm sure they're tired."

Sam and Rufus rode up beside us with three men following them. "Harlan and
Nate are driving the carriages. These are Amy's brothers Tom and Bill, and
Ellen's brother David." He introduced us all around as we rode on to the
house. "I figured it would be a good idea to let the women visit while we
relaxed a little. Harlan and Nate will be along as soon as they're done and
we'll all stay with you at the ranch tonight."

"Glad to have you", Jake replied. "We don't get a chance to talk a lot
anymore. I miss it."

"Can Charlie come for the night, pretty please?", Henry asked. I nodded a
yes and he swatted his horse's rump with his hat, taking off at a gallop
toward Justin and Wes' house. Frank rolled his eyes at Henry's use of
'pretty please' in asking. At fifteen, he thought himself too grown up now.
Adam's younger brother Scotty was his age as was Arch and Lance's boy Manny.
They were constant companions, but allowed Henry, Charlie, and Mark, to tag
along all the time. The younger boy's new words and phrases were an
irritant. The new style pants they wore were frowned on as well. These
denims flared out in the thighs with large pockets. Boys could never have
too many pockets. Young men had no need for them.

"Why didn't you ride with Charlie?", I asked Mark.

"Oh, they'll catch up with us. I'm hot already. I need to go for a swim",
Mark replied.

At fourteen, Henry hadn't hit a growth spurt. He wasn't much bigger than
Charlie was at ten. Henry was an inch over five foot tall and Charlie was an
inch short at four foot eleven. Mark, at twelve, was five foot three. On the
other hand, the three older boys were reaching for the sky and still
growing.

A few of the other children were with us. We were getting to be a large
extended family, if you counted all those that were a part of Short Grass
Ranch. Quite a few lived in their own houses now, away from the original
homes and barns. We saw each other daily, but I hadn't grown as close to
those children living apart from us. Swift and I had our grandchildren
through Nate and Amy, aside from Frank and Henry, to occupy our time beyond
what we could fit into a twenty-four hour day.

Frank, Scotty, and Manny, tended the horses when we got to the barn. Mark
changed clothes and dove into the spring pond. The rest of us weren't far
behind him. Sam got the young men settled in a bedroom and lent them shorts
for swimming. They were only a year or two older than Adam and bonded with
him immediately, joking and kidding around from the start.

"All the girls are down at Amy's, looking at clothes and such," Adam stated.
"We skinny dip here when it's just the boys around, unless you're ashamed of
what you've got hanging." That got them out of their shorts in a hurry and
into water above waist deep just as fast. "That's better now, ain't it?"
Adam cackled. "A man aught to be able to go bare assed now and then."

The older men were on the porch. Adam and Mark were the only ones swimming
with the visitors for the moment. Mark was splashing around at the far end
and Adam was sitting on the big rock, out of the water. I walked over with a
pitcher of beer and glasses, setting them beside Adam on the rock. "If you
don't drink, there's tea on the porch or a jug if you prefer something
stronger," I yelled to them.

"They're all kind of cute," Adam told me. "Do you think any of them might
like boys?"

"You'll have to ask, to get told no," I answered him. I went back to my
chair on the porch. From my seat, I saw them get out and join Adam in a
beer. Then the four of them were back in the water, again playing like they
were boys. Frank, Scotty, and Manny joined them, followed by Henry and
Charlie moments later.

David, Ellen's brother, and Bill, were both dark haired and had heavy
builds. They were shorter than the Short Grass men, but still tall at an
inch or two below six foot. Tom, on the other hand, showed no resemblance to
either Bill or Amy, his sister. Their relation could be seen in their eyes
if you had the three together and observed them for a while.

Tom was short. He stood five foot seven inches and was desperately slender.
His hair was very dark blond and instead of hanging straight like Bill and
Amy, it curled so tightly, it clung close to his scalp. His waist was so
narrow Adam's fingers touched, grasped around it as he lifted Tom and gave
him a toss in their water play. Adam was sure he could have tossed Tom with
one hand if he'd found a way to grab hold.

At twenty-six, Tom was a year older than the other two. He and Bill had
followed an older brother and Amy into their father's profession. All three
were uncut. David and Tom appeared to match the Salt Grass men in masculine
size, with the addition of their foreskin. Tom was positively tiny down
below. His penis flaccid, was the size of Adam's finger. When the excitement
of their physical contact while playing brought it to full erection, his
dick was a respectable seven inches, though quite slender. The combination
of attributes was an irresistible attraction for Adam. Even his musculature
was sharp and angular, and his body hair had the tight curl seen on his
head.

"If I let my hair dry without combing it, it will be a tangle I'll never get
out," Tom told Adam. "Can I borrow one? Mine is at Amy's I'm afraid. I
didn't get that bag."

"I'll bring one from the house and get another pitcher of beer," Adam
answered. Adam returned a few minutes later and met Tom on the big rock.
"I'll comb it out for you, if you like," Adam offered. "There's no mirror
out here, anyway."

"That would be great," Tom exclaimed. "There's nothing like being pampered a
little."

Adam coated both palms with a hair balm and worked it into Tom's moist hair.
Then he used a wide toothed tortoise shell comb and began to gently work
through the tangles. His abdomen and chest rubbed against Tom's back as he
maneuvered. He was on his knees behind the seated man. Looking from above,
he noticed Tom was hard again. Adam lost control and was soon in the same
condition, but his prick was rubbing against Tom's back. They exchanged
places and Tom quickly combed through Adam's hair since it didn't tangle
much and was cut short.

"You don't need to share a bed with Bill or David," Adam offered. "I have
two beds and you can share my room if you want to."

"I'd like that!" Tom responded. "We might not need the second bed, though"
Tom pulled on the short pants that he'd borrowed. They were some of Henry's.
The waist was gaping at the front and back. Tom filled the hips, and there
the fit was tight. From Adam's higher vantage point, he could see the
beginning of the crease that formed Tom's ass cleft and the tightly curled
hair above Tom's prong in front. Adam was held in a state of arousal that
wasn't going to subside until he found release. "Let's go inside and move my
bags, why don't we?" Tom requested. Setting his bags on the floor of the
room, Tom let the short pants fall to the floor and leaned forward, bracing
himself against the feather mattress. "If you don't have anything to slick
up with, stick your dick in my mouth and I'll wet it for you," Tom
instructed.

"I'll shoot the second he takes me in his mouth,' Adam thought, "I've got
something that will work," Adam answered. He applied a liberal amount to his
stick and worked more into Tom with his fingers. He eased himself inside
very slowly. Adam didn't want the sensations to take control. He wanted his
first experience to last through the afternoon. Time after time, Adam let
his thought drift to another place, blotting out everything, including the
moans and pleas from Tom. He worked in and out on automatic, letting his
body choose the speed and depth of motion. When nothing could hold back the
inevitable, he held himself there on the edge as long as he could stave off
the conclusion. Adam's breath was short gasps. Tom's ass spasms around his
tool jolted him to the present and milked him dry.

"That was the fourth time I came," Tom informed him. "You're a great fuck.
Has it been a long time since you had any?"

"I've never fucked before. I've never done anything with someone else. This
is my first time," Adam answered him.

"Oh my god, I didn't know," Tom told him. He pulled Adam into his arms and
they lay together in the bed kissing and snuggling for a long while. Even
though the bed had been scooted to the center of the room, the heat was
building inside the house. If they used separate beds, both would be out
away from the walls to allow more air flow. They were driven from their
embrace back to the breezes, the shade, and the cool water, outside. "I
don't know how mother and those old women will deal with this heat in their
long dresses and all those undergarments," Tom declared. "We flee the city
to the cool of the countryside in the summer, but the worst of times aren't
this hot in Boston."

"We helped make the porches cooler at the boys houses," Adam responded as
they stepped back outside. "Mexicans loosely bundle vines and make a roof
and walls of the bundles attached to posts. The air flows from every
direction and they drench it with water to cool it more. We put bundles like
that on the porches over there. It will help a lot."

"You're pretty creative in making life bearable here, aren't you?" Tom
asked.

"I guess we have to be," Adam answered. When they were seated on the rock
again, sipping on some cold beer, David and Bill started jeering Tom about
his absence away with Adam.

"You going to give me some of that sweet butt of yours, big brother," Bill
teased. "I bet Adam here, done fell in love. What do you think, David?"

"I bet he did, too," David answered. "I know I did the first time I shot my
spooge up that tight hole of his. You can't even remember the first time you
got it, can you Bill?"

"Just like it was yesterday. It will take one hell of a woman to get me to
marry her. I'm spoiled," Bill continued. "I'm just plain spoiled from
fucking his ass."

Adam sickened. This turn of events wasn't what he imagined. Tom looked crest
fallen. He was blushing bright red at the disclosure. The saving grace was
that these four were the only ones in on the conversation at that moment.
Adam tore out, heading to the barn and solitude. Tom didn't follow.

(to be continued)