Bird Shooting

"Kid, I don't think you oughta done that. Leastways, not here on my farm."

"He said shoot....so I did."

Jake looked at me. Then looked at the body then looked back at me. "No point in checking to see if he be dead, fuck, you can see the ground underneath him, right through the hole. What the fuck was you shootin' ?"

"Double barrel over/under fully choked shot gun, I think I cut loose with both barrels."

"Damn straight there, nothin' less woulda shot right through him. Least he didn't suffer. Couldn't have even looked surprised cuz you were right beside him, twenty paces away and.....nah, still would have fucked him up, still would a kilt him, just ripped off his nuts and cock."

"What do we do now? Do I surrender to the Sherriff? Call the doctor?"

"Well, they ain't no doc, usually with this sorta thing, someone just gets a butt full of birdshot or wherever they got hit 'n the Vet takes it out, no biggy. Yeah, I better call ol Billy, he'd be real hurt iffen he didn't get here first to pronounce but, kid, you ain't going to jail, fuck, it was an accident, I was right here, ten inches thataway and you'd a took me out...."

Sherriff Billy was a nice guy, real apologetic, said he knew what it was like to lose your Dad, his old man got shot in 'Nam so it was okay. He held me in his arms, guess he thought I needed the sympathy, then put me in his SUV painted for the county. He and Jake got into what to do about the body....guess I'd done a reasonably good job, most of it was within a few feet of where the shot hit him. Billy looked up. "Shit, damn vultures.....whattaya think Jake? Can't let the kid see them damn birds eat his Daddy, wouldn't be right. Can't get him in my vehicle, they gotta be living to be riding with me. You got a truck or something?"

"Yeah, but....we walked up here from my place, you know where that's at, take me half an hour to get there and a bit more to get back but Billy, he won't just roll on a tarp, we'd have to pick up the larger bits...."

"Fuck, you got a point, even if I rode you down there, by the time we got back....an' I seen a pack of coyotes down in the draw, they'll follow the damn birds, only reason they's nobody gobbling him up now is cuz we're standing here."

Apparently they decided to leave my late Father where I'd shot him and, in the morning, come back and collect whatever was left, at least enough to cremate and have a proper funeral. Jake rode with us, as far as his place, we all shook hands, more condolences then Billy and I drove back to his office/jail. 

"I guess this is where you read me my rights and put me in a cell, huh?" He looked at me strangely. 

"Now why in holy hell would I do that? No crime here, just a bad accident, we get 'em all the time in bird season, usually nobody gets killed but its happened, more than once, too. Just got to do some quick paperwork then you 'n me 'll grab us some food and you can bunk in at my place. Cell?" He laughed. "I'll save that for someone who's committed a crime."

He worked for a few more minutes, showed me where the can was, used it himself, picked up his gear and we headed out. There was a drive in where we picked up some burgers, fries, big milk shakes-all of it was really good. We sat there in the dark eating, the Sherriff wondered aloud what he should do, call the county coroner, have them pick up the body or ?" I decided to try and be helpful. After all, it had been my father. 

"Sir, just leave the body out there, looks like a storm is coming in tonight so see what it likes tomorrow then make a decision. I'll need to call Mom...."

"Want me to do that, Son? It's kinda part of my duty, calling the widow 'n all."

"Thanks, Sir, but I think she'd better hear it from me, you know, he's my Dad so ....."

"Yeah, good thinking, I'll stand by and wrap it up so she knows all the details will be handled."

"Sir? Uh, maybe it'd be better if we don't tell her about the..... body...I'll have to tell her I shot him but...where he is now and all that...."

"Yeah, son, right, she's gonna be real upset about the whole thing, want to know that you're alright, just ask her for the name of the mortuary..."

I shook my head," Maybe not tonight...she probably couldn't come up with one, you know, the shock 'n all. Tell her....tell her I'm safe, I'm staying with you, give her your number and we'll call tomorrow."

He smiled at me. "Sounds like a plan, yes sirree, it does sound like a plan. 

I know my mother pretty well and could have spared the Sherriff a lot of worry about her reactions; In the end we left our messages on her answering machine which told us she was gone for a few days. So much for that. 

The Sherriff had a very nice home, just what you expected a County Sherriff to live in. Clearly put together for a man, leather everywhere, hunting trophies, pictures of him coaching some teams, the head of a deer, stuffed, wood floors, no closet but two hall trees for lots of coats, hats, caps, nailed to the floor as the weight of the winter wear would have toppled anything.

He showed me the spare room which must have been "spare" for some little while as it was missing a bed, just a couch that folded out. I told him it would be fine and could see to unfolding it myself. He clearly wasn't used to company and certainly not a young man under these circumstances.

"Hey, how'd you like a bee....r. Spose not."

"Dad would give me one but it's no big deal. We'd sit at the table in the kitchen and talk, sip, he'd have a couple more....it was nice."

"Must a been a fine man." He pulled two long necks from the fridge, handed one to me. Using his fingers, he popped both bottles, took a sip and looked at me. "Your Dad was a lucky man, fine son like you, yes he was."

"Thank you, Sir, I thought I had a pretty good Dad, just sorry about what ......"

He reached over and ruffled my hair, leaned in, gave me a hug. I looked at him and smiled. We sat there until we had two empties. He stretched, looked at his watch. "Little early for me but, don't know about you, but I'm tuckered out." He got up. "Find you some bedding, there's some pillows, many as you want, blankets, house is pretty warm but...I kinda sleep better when it's a little cool. That okay with you?" I smiled back at him. "Most nights I'd shower before bed, you're sure welcome to...."

"I think we're both tired, lets just rack out, get some shut eye, see what the night brings. Okay?"

"Sure, kid.....You need anything during the night, just come get me, you know where the can is...extra butt wipe under the sink..what else?"

"I'm good, Sir, thanks for everything, " I may have looked a little teary.." He reached out and really hugged me.

"It's alright son, all an accident an' I think you better call me Billy, Okay?"

"Thanks, Billy, and hugged him back. Guess I'll turn in...Thanks for all you've done, glad you were around..."

He put one hand behind my neck and drew me to him then turned for his bedroom.

I wasn't used to making a sofa into a bed. In a small room when it was opened up, there just wasn't much room for anything, just get in bed and remember which side to get out on if you needed the bathroom. Took off my clothes and slid in-it was actually pretty comfortable, got the pillow arranged and planned on a few hours sleep, maybe less. 

The sound of a limb snapping woke me. When I crawled to the edge of the bed and looked out, I could see the snow was falling and hard. There was also a good amount of ice on everything...it was time to go get comfortable.

I stood there in the slight light, naked, my hands at my side, my cock a little bit up, my good balls hanging down, the teenaged body that had been worked on...it was all there to see. I coughed. Billy rolled toward the door and saw me. "Kid? what are you doin' up at this hour?"

"Limb broke, woke me up, big storm out there." He got up, looked out and saw what I'd seen; Snow, probably undercoated with ice. He looked back at me..."Where's your pajamas or whatever?"

"Don't wear anything, just naked, always have, well, as long as I can remember."

He didn't mean to say it. "Damn, for a kid your age, you got a set of balls....:" then pulled himself up before he continued accessioning my other parts.

"Uh, Billy, uh, you don't mind if I sleep in with you, always slept with my Dad...."

"Where was your Mom?"

"She had her own rooms, she slept in there, sometimes she'd have a friend so I slept with Dad.:" I stopped and looked at the floor. 

"Well....hell yeah, come on over and hop in, big bed, probably sleep four men. Guess you could use a little comfort...cold night 'n what happened today. Get right here, Christ, you're cold to the touch. Snuggle down, now, get warm."

"Billy, there's something I always did for Dad just before we went to sleep, you mind if I did it for you?"

"Sure you can ki...." Kissing wasn't it. I was going down his body headed for his cock about to give him a really fine blow job, my Dad taught me how. He was flustered and was caught between stopping me and not being sure what I was going to do; Wisely, he did nothing and gave me full access. Billy had a really fine set of big balls, shaved which surprised me, long fat dick, another surprise and a really pretty good body, better than I'd thought when he had on his uniform, waffle underwear, coat....nicely furred. We were both going to enjoy this. 

Starting off, gave his nuts a really good washing, took them in, rolled them around, mentally admired their large, well formed shape. I didn't want to lose him or give him too much time to think through the situation so it was a quick jump to getting his cock head in my mouth, played with it for just a moment, getting it warm-cum flows better when the shaft is warmed first-Dad taught me-then decided to go on down, deep throated him then applied suction. He was more than ready and I had to motor back a bit or he'd blow without getting as much of the benefit as I wanted him to have. Moments like this, I thought that being a cop's kid might have real benefits, good set up, dead Dad, Mom who was usually too busy being fucked to notice....Billy would do nicely, yes indeed, very nicely. 

I'd pulled almost back to his head and was working it over, waiting to get the spray I was expecting, wanted to be right there to slurp up every drop. And I did. Must have been a while since he'd been pumped, he blew a good load, three strong, large squirts and then he flopped back..."I shouldn't a let you do that...damn it felt....you can't......" 

By then I had slowly started to edge him. Given that big a blow out, I knew he was good for at least another more. Sides, the second one after the struggle since the first, always made the second feel that much better. Dad demonstrated that to me, made me understand why, sometimes tie my ankles and wrists to something to make the feelings deeper, more intense. Dad let me tie him up then do what he taught me, knew it worked. 

Billy was thrashing about, struggling, almost trying to get hold of me but just missed so I continued to work him over. Even got a finger up his ass...not deep enough for his man's spot, but I knew there was one and some time I'd find it. It didn't take much to get him to number two, he was so primed, so full, why he hadn't come in his shorts, several times, I didn't know but now he was going to relax, feel better. I spent a little more time, licking his nuts, playing with them, stroking his cock then slipped back up. He was there but not completely. I snuggled under his arm, laid my head on his chest and thanked him. Told him we'd rest then, just like Dad, he'd want to fuck me and not to worry, I'd been plenty broken in; Dad made me wear a dildo most times just to make sure I wouldn't be hurt as he had a big, thick cock. Billy's was good and with some work, we could get it  bigger plus getting his balls to drop down more...eventually.

Storm mornings have a special quality to them; The light is hazy, strangely blue tinted and, if the snow continues, and it had, things were suddenly visible and then not. Of one thing I was sure, we weren't going out to look for Dad's body or what was left of it anytime soon. It was nice waking up, Billy had both his arms around me while one hand and my head were on his nice, warm furry chest. He looked so peaceful, I congratulated myself on my good work and, of course, thanked my Dad for my excellent instruction. Hard to know what time it was save that it was past sun up or there'd have been no light at all. I slipped out of his arms and bed then wandered about trying to figure out what his morning routine was. Did he have coffee and breakfast at home or go to some cafe in town? Coffee in a large mug, the sort that prevents any spillage. Morning rounds? The phone hadn't rung all night which I more completely understood when I picked up the receiver to find the line was dead. This probably meant that the cell tower, if there was one around, didn't function either. Great, just Billy and me with some part of the day to kill. 

In the kitchen I turned on the, luckily, gas stove, opened the oven door and got the room warmed up a bit, made coffee as well as a good kind of oatmeal involving brown sugar and raisins. Didn't know if he'd like it but it was warm, healthy, good on a cold morning. I thought about toast but found he needed to hit the market; his last loaf of what had been white was now growing green stuff so it got thrown out. By sitting at the table with my back to the open oven door and a mug of coffee, it was quite cozy, only missing Billy to complete the Father and Son motif I had in mind. No dishes to wash-I would bet the drive in where we ate knew his order by heart. Also probable to assume he was popular, a good guy, probably could be Sherriff as long as he wanted to run for office. It came to me, too much elderly Andy Griffith, that there must be some kind of Deputy but I'd take care of him when and/or if he became a nuisance. 

Billy showed up looking both puzzled and confused but, clearly, ready for coffee which I handed him along with cream and sugar; He took neither. Don't know what he normally wore to breakfast but this morning he was, like me, naked and looked damn fine now that I could see him in the light. Good Ink, courtesy the Marine Corps and one large one across his back that I knew, even though it was in Arabic, spelled out "Infidel". I put a bowl of oatmeal plus a pitcher of cream where he could reach it. He drank the first cup, got up, poured another then sat down and looked at me. "Last night....I am so sorry for what I let you do, it was wrong...."

No point in letting him go on hating on himself, it was my idea and just the first of several. "Billy, I wanted to do it, fact is, I'm going to do it to you pretty often, at least when you'd prefer that to fucking me. Dad did all that and taught me how so the next man would have me all ready. And, besides, I like you, really do..." I laughed a little. "Want to know my real name? It's Jon, no 'h' just J O N. But you can name me whatever you like."

"Ki...Jon, I can't name you, can't keep you, I have to get you to your people and make sure that mess in the field is properly handled. So, I don't know where you're getting the idea I'd keep you but drop it."

"There are no 'people' just my mother and she'd given custody of me to my father during the divorce, they just lived in the same place because it was cheaper and now that he's dead, I can belong to anyone who wants a son. I thought maybe you....."

"I'm just a country bumpkin to a man like you, Sherriff in a county that has so few people....Son, you'd be misable here. An....anyways what in holy hell makes you think I'd even want a son...."

"When I woke up you were holding me in your arms, seemed to like it right enough. Seems to me you don't hold onto things if you don't want them or, maybe, need them. Maybe you'd better ask me a few things, like about my late Dad, what he did for openers...."

"What'd he do?"

"He was a torpedo, you know what that is? In the city?"

Billy looked stunned, guess he did know what a torpedo was. Certainly wasn't the answer he expected.

"Your Dad.....was a, a professional....hit man? Shot people? For money?"

"That's about the size of it. He was top of line, didn't take jobs for under a hundred grand...."

Billy looked stunned. Just sat there, stared at me and tried to add one and one but was having difficulties. "And you knew all about this? Everything he did?"

"Had to, a lot of times I was his alibi or he'd take me with him to well, never mind, just shop talk. But Billy, I need a Dad and you'd be great. Look at me, I'm the son everybody wants, play football or baseball or whatever you want me to do. I'm respectful, good at sex, don't cost much in upkeep...."

"I can't just show up with a kid....plus there's your dead father..."

"Probably not much of him and.....gotta tell you, honest. I shot him on purpose. He botched a job and the men who ordered it were after him. I knew how they'd take him out, how long they'd let him live, cut off his nuts, his cock, maybe let him bleed to death but...you don't think I'd let  him suffer like that? Hell, if you was my Dad and was in a hole with bad guys, they'd never suspect a kid could pull a .357 and blow them away. Also, when the weather clears, there won't be much body to find. Way I figure it, we wait until everything is cleared off, dried out then go look. Won't find much so file a missing persons only no one will find him. File a petition in your county for custody of me and...you've got yourself one great cocksucking son who likes it in the ass."

Billy sat there goofy looking. "It's all so crazy but....if yer telling me the truth and I kinda think you are, then....you could be my son, just drop the fucking part....I mean you shore felt good last night but I couldn't let a son of mine do that to his own father now could I?"

"Sure you could, Dad taught me not only for him but because he knew what would probably happen some day and maybe my ability with tongue and ass could help me get a Dad. Maybe not a nice one like you, but a Dad."

He got another cup of coffee, poured one for me as well, then sat down and I could see him think. He knew I was right about the body, he figured I was telling the truth about all the other stuff, you'd have to be very creative to make it up and....he could check some of it through police departments, see if they'd heard of him, what they knew...and maybe he did want a kid. Here was one he didn't have to raise, just shelter, feed, put some clothes on him and there was something he didn't know.

"I don't know why I'm saying this but....you ain't bad lookin', polite and God knows what you know lots of shit ordinary kids never will. Yer almost an adult. Seem to like it here so what happens if I agree you can stay...?"

"...and be your son."

"Yeah, and be my son...would've liked a kid just never..."

"You'd be a rich man. Dad knew how things might end so set up trusts for me to be handed to whomever became my Dad. Must be close to several million dollars in them by now." 

Billy didn't faint or fall off his chair just looked like he might. To be sure, I got up and stood behind him, steadied him, made sure my cock was just brushing his shoulder. "The way Dad figured, let me have control over the money and I could either find a Dad or live by myself, he had a bent cop who'd live with me for a while. But....I wanted a real good Dad, a man I could respect, ride with, be his son and his partner, a man I could protect and, yeah, have sex with cuz that's just part of my live. I knew  back there when you offered sympathy, not by saying anything but by taking me in your arms and holding me. That said everything I needed to know. After that, just proved my case. You're gonna be a great Dad and, when the times right, I'll do you the honor joining the Corps, Father and Son, Semper Fi."

He collapsed into tears, pulled me down and around so I was sitting on his lap, then threw his arms around me....I knew I had a Dad, just waited for him to get it clear in his head. I could feel his tears course down my chest and drip off a nipple. He started to laugh that good laugh that combines with crying. Stood me up, traced a spot on each bicep....

"Ya got me at the Corps. You'd do that for me, wouldn't you."

"Sir, Yes Sir." He laughed some more while I got back in my chair. "Warm, good in here." I put my hand in my lap. "Good time for two men to stroke it off. No hurry, just talk and get it hard then slowly, work that skin up and down. Tell you what Dad did, me too, he'd dip his nuts in his hot coffee, feels really good.

Big smile on his face. He refilled our cups, sat down, we both moved forward and plopped our nuts in the very warm coffee. Just like I remembered, good feeling. Cocked my head and looked at Billy, I guess, now Dad. He had that good smile that men get when the sex feels good and you like the man you're with. He leaned back, took a sip, his nuts still dripping. "I guess that's one reason to keep 'em shaved."

"I wondered about that. Figured there was a reason, if it was just something you liked to do, there'd be more hair gone."

"Gets hot in that truck paticularly when it's parked and I'm sittin' in it for godawful hours, the sun just always seems to make a magnifying glass and gets me to sweat powerful. That's why I shave 'em, at least there bein' no hair lets the sweat go through and, usually, will get soaked up by my seat liner. Get you one for when you go with me, cuz I spect I couldn't get a better deputy. Fuck, I bet you know how to shoot. I mean....more than at close range."

There was an answer there but I wanted to make him understand it not just information. "Yeah, I can. Dad taught me, I was his 'deputy' on occasion so I had to know how to shoot to kill. He knew that when I went out with him, least after I was 14 I had to know what to do, no panic..."

"Yeah, back up there I thought.....damn, for a kid whose father is dead and he says he did it, you were as calm...course now I know you did it and why...makes a lot more sense." He took a large sip. "Getting chilly in here. Let me start up the generator so as we can watch TV an we'll hop back in bed where it's nice and warm." He looked around. "Hey, Son....damn that felt good...make a big pot a coffee and we'll put it in thermoses, get some big mugs...take this oatmeal...where'd you learn...no, don't say it, your Dad..."

I smiled in agreement. "Uh, Dad, one other thing in bed, I want you to fuck me. Gotta get your own son bred before you send him off to the Corps. I bet you want some muscled up dude who almost breaks the arm holes on the uniforms. You gotta go with me to get my first ink, just like yours." 

The televsion was playing some dumb early morning shit, trying to save our souls while I was getting ready to play with my dead. I know this wasn't something he was comfortable about...yet but as he came to care more about me, about us, it'd just be part of our days and nights. I had my hand on his cock, just getting it on the road to hard. Occasionally leaned over and sucked on it, he'd put his hand on my head and rub it, he was getting on to this. 

Finally he was hard enough so I thought, well, lets do one sitting up so we can see each other. I moved over, straddled his legs and used one hand to keep him hard. No lube but I was used to that. I took the precum from his dick and wiped it down. No problem. Couldn't hurt me, I'd been cherried out so long ago, my hole was ready for any man. And now I had my man. I slowly let myself down, leaning forward to kiss and nibble his nipples which, as I'd hoped, hardened him up even more. Took me...twenty minutes before I hit bottom but we got there. He was beginning to sweat just like I wanted him to, that's when I knew he was into it, wanted me, wanted to fuck me as a man, not his son. That was how I wanted it as well. 

He had a good, hard nice sized pole, good girth, I could begin to feel the veins as I worked him slow, easy but definite. He knew where the end was to be and..fought it. Wanted to hold me in just like I wanted to be held. Jeezus he felt good, he was pulsing and I was fighting back. Don't expect he ever thought men fucking men felt like this and, many times, it didn't. I speeded up as his abdomen began to ripple, his arms flail, I could feel him loading up which just made me grip him tighter, at once forcing him to come and also holding him back. He was in sexual pleasure and agony, just what I wanted for my Dad. 

He exploded at least three times, I could feel the warmth of his cum on my crotch where it leaked from inside me. I leaned forward, loosening him slightly, kissed him, ran my finger through my hair collecting his sperm then held it out to him. He looked at me and I licked about half of it. Still staring at me, he took his half lick and, there was a pause, swallowed it.

I rested for a bit then decided in day time to do what I'd done the night before; Edge him and get him off only I pulled off and put my mouth where my ass had been. He half heartedly tried to stop me but he remembered how it had felt so just leaned back and started the anthem of denial that led to full, screaming cumming.

"Son, oh my God, Son......that....feels.....so....fucking good.".

"Semper Fi, Sir, Semper Fi...."