Bucking Broncos

One Sunday morning in the fall I was up early. Daddy and Uncle Cody had left the night before to a horse sale to take place that morning in a nearby town, intending to sleep in the truck They wanted to be there as soon as the stock started arriving. My brothers and Will were all still in bed and would remain there until I called them for breakfast.

So, I was a little surprised when I heard a knock at the front door so early.

Through the curtain I could see the outline of a man standing on the porch. I swung the door open and that was the first time I ever laid eyes on our nearest neighbor, Mr. Willis Crouch.

If you’ve ever seen the movie “A Touch of Evil” you’re sure to remember the character played by Orson Welles. Mr. Crouch could have been that character’s twin brother. He was fat and oily looking with sparse, straggly hair peeking out from beneath his dirty, sweat stained hat. His light colored suit looked to have been expensive once but it was so worn and dirty that you’d never have guessed. The shirt under the suit was a dingy white and had a couple of grease stains in the front. He was leaning on a cane that looked older than he was. Even from behind the screen door I could smell his body odor.

“Is Mr. Russell at home?” he asked.

“Daddy is out of town.” I replied. “Is there something I could help you with?”

I’d seen some flicker in his eyes when I’d said “daddy” and it made me uneasy.

“I was just on my way to church and I noticed that you’d painted the place.” he said.

All six of us had spent the previous week scraping off old paint and brushing on much needed new paint to the weathered clapboards of the house. Now, the place looked more as I remembered it and it looked pretty damned good if I do say so myself.

“It was a big job but sorely needed.” I said.

“I was just wondering if you were fixing up to sell?” Mr. Crouch asked.

“No, nothing like that.” I said.

“I’ve told your daddy several times that I’d buy the place.” he told me. “I know how hard up he is and how he’s struggling, so it’s the least I can do. Of course, the place is pretty run down so I can’t offer a whole lot even with a new coat of paint.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been misinformed.” I replied. I couldn’t keep the coldness out of my voice; he’d pissed me off acting as if daddy was destitute. “My daddy’s business is growing day by day and he’s entirely debt free, so he’d have no reason to sell to you or anyone else.”

He squinted at me and chewed at his lips a second and then said, “You’re that youngest boy, aren’t you, the one who caused all the fuss years back. I’d heard you were here, that you thought you were running things now. Well, I’m here to talk business with your daddy, not his sprout.”

“You have a real nice day now, you hear?” I said and firmly closed the door in his face. He stood there for a minute or two as if he expected me to reopen the door, then turned and went down the porch steps. I heard his car start up a few seconds later.

The whole encounter left a bad taste and I took it out on the kitchenware as I prepared breakfast. I must have still been scowling when Steve, Will and Tony entered the kitchen together.

“Who pissed in your Post Toasties?” Steve asked as they all sat down in their places at the table.

I prepared a plate for each of us and carried them to the table.

“I just had the pleasure of meeting out neighbor Mr. Crouch.” I replied as I bent to place a plate in front of Tony.

“That would sour anybody’s milk.” Tony said, then reached up quickly and painfully pinched my nipple. In answer, I swatted him across the back of the head with my free hand.

“I imagine he was his usual self, an asshole.” Steve said.

I served the rest of the plates and sat down to eat.

“He was just really condescending. He acted like we are destitute and should be champing at the bit to sell the place to him.”

“That’s him.” Steve replied. “If he died and went to heaven, he’d expect St. Peter to think he was doing him a favor by passing through the Pearly Gates. His family used to have a lot of money and the story is that he still has plenty. They used to own all of the land around here until his drunken grandpa started selling it off and drinking it up. They owned this place, too. He’s got a hardon to buy it and ‘reunite’ the holdings. Daddy usually just listens to him and shrugs him off.”

“Remember when we used to torment him?” Tony said to Steve.

Addressing me, Steve said, “Our property line is right up against his. When we were little, we used to sneak over to the edge and toss rocks up on the roof of his house. There’s still a path over there out in back. He was a bad drunk then, still is when he falls off the wagon a couple of times a year.”

“He used to stumble out and yell ’I see you little no neck bastards. I’m fixing to get my gun.” Tony giggled.

“The drunken fuck couldn’t see 2 feet in front of his face.” Steve said. “We’d wait until he went back in the house and about 5 minutes later throw more rocks.”

“Maybe that’s why he hates you big no neck bastards.” Will said.

“No, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone in this county that he hasn’t insulted or tried to swindle. He’s just a nasty person.” Steve said.

“And smelly, too.” I replied as we ate our food.

I kept thinking about Mr. Crouch all the rest of the morning. Daddy and Cody weren’t due back until late afternoon so a little after 12 o’clock I decided to see the Crouch homestead for myself. I followed the path through the brush until I saw a fence up ahead.

The fence was part of a corral and inside of it were three horses. They looked bedraggled, maybe ill, and I could count the ribs visible on their sides. They clustered at the fence looking at me and I noticed that all of the vegetation within their reach was grazed away. I picked huge handfuls of grass and weeds and fed each of them, one at a time. While I was feeding them a little dog appeared and watched me.

She was a terrier mix with a rough curly coat, maybe 2 feet high. She was mainly white but had splotches of brown and black mixed into her coat. She needed a bath and a good combing. The most notable thing about her, though, was her eyes. She had a look of intelligence that most humans can only hope for.

As I fed the horses handfuls of green, I bent down and asked, “Who are you?”

I swear if that dog had been in the mood she would have spoke up and answered me. Instead, she came nearer and let me scratch behind her ears and along her chest. She relished the attention.

I was busy talking nonsense to her and trying to keep the horses satisfied at the same time when I heard someone bellow, “You get away from those horses.”

I stood up and saw Mr. Crouch standing on the ramshackle porch of his equally ramshackle house.

“Those are thoroughbred racehorses, don’t you be feeding them, they need to be lean.”

“They look more like they’re starving.” I called back. I noticed that the horses had become skittish and gone to stand under the scant shelter overhanging part of the corral at the sound of his voice.

“You don’t need to tell me anything about horses.” he yelled back. “And leave my dog alone, she’s supposed to be a watchdog and let me know when your sort come snooping around. Trixie, get over here.”

Trixie looked up at me with an apologetic look and then walked back to the house, giving him a wide berth.

“Get away from here before I shoot you and tell the sheriff you were trespassing.” he yelled.

“Fuck you, you old bag of guts.” I yelled back. “I’m on our property and I can stand here as long as I like. Go piss up a rope.” I turned my back on him.

I could hear him muttering and cursing for a minute or two, and then the lopsided screen door banged shut. The horses wandered back over to the fence and hung their heads over.

“I’ll be back when it’s dark.” I told them. “You’re not going to go hungry while I’m around.”

After that encounter I was pissed off all over again and spent the next hour stomping around in the brush of our pasture and throwing things. Eventually, my mad spell wore down.

It was a couple more hours before daddy and Cody returned from the sale. In the trailer behind the truck we could see the heads of two new horses. They parked and we all helped to unload the new additions. The horses were understandably nervous after all of the new experiences they’d had.

“Andy, calm them down.” daddy told me.

I’ve mentioned before my effect on animals, especially horses. For some reason they just automatically trust me. Maybe they realize that I’m more like them than I am like other humans.

I approached them with my hands out and after sniffing me; they quieted and nuzzled my face and neck. It only took a few seconds to walk them over to the gate and let them enter the pasture. The other horses nearby took notice of the newcomers and slowly walked over to investigate.

“If you ever get tired of the glamorous life of an accountant I’ll have a job lined up for you.” daddy said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the newcomers. They’d been groomed and spiffed up for the sale and they were polar opposites of the sad beasts I’d seen at Mr. Crouch’s place.

“You look sad.” Uncle Cody said. “Why?”

“I was just thinking. I met our neighbor Crouch today and I walked over to check his place out.”

“And saw his horses.” Cody finished for me. “That’s would explain the sadness.”

“Those horses look like they’re dying.” I said.

“I’ve called the county agent at least three times in the past couple of years but there’s nothing he can do.” daddy said. “That fat old bastard feeds them just enough to keep them from falling over. As long as they’re up and somewhat healthy, he’s within the law.”

“He said that they’re thoroughbreds and supposed to be kept lean.” I said.

Daddy scowled and spit and then he said, “That fuckwad wouldn’t know a thoroughbred from a mule. I’ve heard his talk of racing and breeding but it’s all bullshit like the rest of his talk. To hear him tell it, he’s just a few days away from his first million.”

“Someone needs to do something.” I replied.

Because it was so late, we ordered pizzas and ate sitting out on the porch. My appetite wasn’t too good because I kept thinking about the hungry horses so nearby but I also hatched the beginning of a plan to try to do what I could.

In the barn I’d seen an old red wagon that had belonged to the boys when they were young. After we’d eaten, I slipped away and went looking for it. I found it right where I thought it was and pulled it out onto the floor. The tires were still firm and except for a coat of dust it was fine every other way. I then pulled it out to the back of the house and began to hose off the grime.

When I looked up from my job, daddy was leaning against the house watching me.

“Any special plans for that wagon?” he asked.

“I just thought it might come in handy.” I replied.

“And I’m really Robert Redford.” he said. “Turn that over to drain and come with me.”

He walked toward the barn and I followed. Inside, he pulled forward a bale of hay and placed it by the door.

“Don’t feed them too much.” he said. “This is good hay, so they should like it. If you give them too much at a time, they’ll get colicky. So start them light. And no treats or greens for awhile, it will upset them after so long. I already know they’ve got a good water supply, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. Now, wait until full dark before you go sneaking, the old son-of-a-bitch goes to bed early so he won’t have to burn his electricity. And make sure to WD-40 those wheels so they won’t squeak.”

I prepared the wagon as daddy had instructed. It wasn’t too long after that everyone decided to go to bed, worn out from their long day. I waited another hour before I went to the barn and loaded the hay bale into the wagon.

It was a beautiful night, every star amazingly clear in the sky and all of them casting enough light that I didn’t need the flashlight I’d brought along. I made it to the corral in no time at all.

The underfed horses came to the fence and hung their heads over. I’m sure they could smell the hay. I broke open the bale and began lifting handfuls over the barrier to them. They would each nuzzle my hands as I gave them the hay and I took that as their way of thanking me.

I had just about finished feeding them when I looked down and saw Trixie, the little terrier, watching me with a questioning look.

“Are you hungry, too?” I asked her and she squirmed so that her rear end shook. I gave the horses the last of the hay and then told Trixie, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything for you but if you want to follow me home I’ll feed you.”

She looked up at me for a moment, then jumped up and sat in the bed of the wagon. She obviously wanted to go in style.

I pulled her back to the house in the wagon, talking to her the whole time about the night and how lovely it was. When we got to our house, she hopped down and followed me into the kitchen. There were left over hamburgers in the refrigerator, I’d made too many the night before, so I microwaved a bowl full of the crumbled patties just enough to take the chill off. The entire time, Trixie sat watching my every move.

When I finally set the bowl on the floor she stayed sitting, staring at me, until I finally said, “This is for you.” That was all it took and she came over to the bowl and began hungrily eating, her tail wagging a mile a minute. I sat down on the floor and watched her until the bowl was emptied and then she turned her eyes and gave me a long look again. Instantly I knew she wanted water.

I filled a bowl and watched as she drained it and finally she looked up at me with the equivalent of a doggy grin.

“Okay, girl.” I told her. I walked over to the door and held it open while I told her, “Come back in the morning and I’ll give you some breakfast.” She trotted out and down the steps. At the bottom she turned and looked over her shoulder at me, then disappeared into the dark.

I went into my bedroom and undressed and lay down on top of the covers. I kept seeing the thin horses behind my eyes, how hungry they’d been for the hay I’d brought them and I kept remembering how Trixie had devoured her whole bowl of food without a pause. After a period of being haunted by those images, my greatest desire was to get out of bed and go next door to beat Mr. Crouch to death with a baseball bat. I knew that I couldn’t do that, so instead I got up and went down the hall to daddy and Uncle Cody’s room.

They were both asleep but they woke when I crawled in between them.

“Bad dreams?” daddy asked as he pulled me to him.

“No, just can’t sleep.” I replied.

“Because you’re worrying about somebody’s horses.” Cody said as he pressed the length of his body against my back.

“How can anyone look out their window every day and see their animals suffering?” I asked.

“Because some people, it would have been better if their daddy left them in a condom and flushed them down the john.” daddy replied.

“I just don’t get it.” I said.

I could feel Cody’s big dick swelling against the cheeks of my ass and daddy’s stiff cock poking me from the front.

“Maybe me and your daddy can relax you some and tire you out.” Cody said.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” I said as I wrapped a hand around each of the giant pricks on either side of me.

Cody rolled me over onto my belly and daddy pulled himself up on the bed so that my head was between his wide spread legs. In addition to having one of the biggest and most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen, the taste of it was something I could never get tired of. He groaned as I opened my mouth and forced as much of the thick meat as I could down my throat.

Cody, behind me, crouched between my legs and spread them so that my ass cheeks gaped open.

“Pass me that lube.” he said to daddy and when he did, Cody began fingering my hole and greasing it up. I’d lost count of how many times he and daddy had fucked my ass but I still always gulped when their cocks started to enter me, just because of the sheer size of each of them.

He got my hole good and slick, then lubed up his big cock and pressed the wide head against my hole. After a minute, my ass opened and the head slid in, then the long veiny shaft behind it.

“How’s that feeling?” he asked, but I had my mouth so full of daddy’s cock that instead of trying to answer I just bucked my hips backward to force his cock deeper into my guts.

“That’s what I thought.” Cody said. “Your ass loves my cock as much as my cock loves your ass.”

He began to fuck me in long, slow strokes and I adapted my sucking motion on daddy’s dick to match. Daddy leaned back and spread his legs wider so that I had full access to his delicious meat and could play with his big hairy balls while I sucked him.

We didn’t need to talk, we all knew too well exactly how the other liked things. Cody’s fat cock delved deeply into my ass with every thrust and daddy’s big dick slid in and out of my throat like it was made for it. I could have spent the entire night spitted between them, but all too soon Cody said, “I’m getting close, brother, how about you?”

“Ready whenever you are, little brother.” daddy replied and Cody slammed his cock into me a couple of times so hard that I could hear our flesh slap together. Each time, I could feel his heavy, cum filled balls smash against my taint.

“Here it comes.” Cody said and thrust his dick as deeply into my ass as it would go and held it there. At the same time, daddy let out a groan and I felt his thick meat swell and pulse deep down my throat. Simultaneously, my ass and throat were filled with the thick ball juice of the two men I loved best in the world.

Time stopped and I lay there, impaled at both ends while the hot meat that had just opened me at both ends gradually shrank back to normal size. When Cody finally pulled his soft cock out of my hole, I released daddy’s dick from my mouth and rolled onto my back.

“You two sure know how to take a guy’s mind off of his troubles.” I said.

“And we’re not done yet.” Daddy replied. He grasped my stiff cock in his hand, and then slid down on the bed so that his head was level with my hips. Cody meanwhile slid in between my legs and spread them wide. At the same instant that I felt daddy’s hot mouth sink down over my dick, I felt Cody’s hot tongue begin lapping at my stretched out ass hole.

Daddy began deep throating my cock, no easy feat since I’m almost as well hung as the two of them, and Cody began thrusting his tongue in and out of my cum filled ass. I could feel daddy using his tongue to tickle my shaft as he bobbed up and down on it and Cody was using his hands to spread my ass wider and get his tongue deeper inside of me. After the superb ass and throat fucking I’d already had tonight, it wasn’t in my power to hold back.

“I’m going to cum.” I said.

Daddy held my cock head in his mouth and fucked my piss slit with his tongue while Cody stuck his tongue deep into my hole. My first cum blast felt like it filled daddy’s mouth and then Cody grabbed my cock and made sure that the next blast of juice went down his throat. They both wrapped their lips around my cock head, then, and the next few squirts went into both mouths.

When my balls had stopped bucking and my cock started to droop, the two men moved up so that we lay shoulder to shoulder in the bed.

“Think you can sleep now?” daddy asked and I could smell my cum on his breath.

“As long as I can sleep right here.” I replied.

“Well, if you wake up in the night, just let me know.” Cody said. “My cock still hasn’t had enough of that sweet ass.”

* * * * * *

It wasn’t even light out when I was awakened by the sensation of a hard, thick dick sliding into my ass hole. I’d slept like a log.

I opened my eyes and saw Cody lying beside me and grinning. Meanwhile, the huge cock in my ass had started to fuck me in long strokes.

“Isn’t it rape if I’m not able to give consent?” I asked Cody.

“In that case, it’s a good thing you’re awake. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Daddy said from behind me where he was sliding his dick in and out of my hole.

I didn’t reply, instead giving myself over to the expert fucking that my father was giving me. His dick was the best I’d ever had. He knew exactly how to angle his fat cock head so that it banged against my prostate on every trip in and out. I tilted my hips up so that he could get even more of his long dick inside me and Cody smiled as he watched. I could little spurts of pre-cum shoot out of my own stiff dick with every stroke.

Daddy fucked my ass until I was seeing stars and then I felt his giant cock get even stiffer and his cock head swell. He didn’t make a sound as his squirting cum painted the walls of my ass in spurt after spurt. Finally, he collapsed on top of me with his cock still buried to his balls and said into my ear, “Good morning, son. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Freshly fucked and fucking fantastic.” I replied.

He began the process of backing his still half hard cock out of my wet hole, then rolled to one side of the bed and stood up.

“First dibs on the shower.” he said and, still naked and with his big dick swinging, he headed down the hall to the bathroom.

Cody ran his hand over my buns and then snaked one finger into my stretched hole. Without another word, he climbed between my legs and began pushing his stiff cock into my slippery hole.

“You know how much I love fucking you after your daddy has just shot his load up there.” Cody said. His cock was just as big as daddy’s but I was opened up and he had no difficulty filling me with his entire long shaft.

“He’s got me nice and wet and loose so I expect you to last longer than he did.” I replied.

He put his hands up under my armpits so that he could grip each shoulder while laying on top of me and began fucking me in long slow strokes. His big cock inside of me, sliding slowly back and forth, felt so good that the whole time I was right on the edge of shooting my load. I would have cum if a fly had landed on my stiff dick.

When daddy returned from his shower, I was still getting my hole filled.

“The bathroom is all yours, brother dear. Time to get up and going.”

Cody just continued to slowly fuck me and as I glanced over my shoulder, I saw daddy’s hand approaching Cody’s flexing ass cheeks. I knew when his finger found Cody’s hole because Cody’s dick stiffened and he began to fuck faster. Only a minute or so later, a fresh fountain of hot ball juice erupted inside my ass.

“I figured finger fucking you would hurry you along.” Daddy told him. “Now get up, we have work to do.”

He slid his dick out of my well fucked hole, kissed one of my ass cheeks and disappeared toward the bathroom. I rolled out of bed and headed toward the kitchen, stopping by my room on the way to shrug on my robe.

The back door was open and when I glanced out, I saw my brother Tony sitting at the bottom of the steps brushing Trixie the dog with an old hair brush. He must have sensed me in the doorway because without turning he asked, “Is this Crouch’s dog.”

“Yep, her name is Trixie.”

“That would explain why she’s half starved, full of fleas and needing a bath.” he replied.

“I promised her breakfast. Keep her entertained while I fix something.” I told him.

Since I had already decided to fix eggs, bacon and sausage for the family, I figured she’d probably enjoy the same thing. When the food was cooked I fixed her a plate and took it outside where she and Tony waited.

“That old bastard will probably scream blue murder if he finds out that we’re being nice to his dog.” Tony said.

“Don’t worry; I’ll deal with that old fat fuck.” I said. I didn’t know what but I had to do something.

* * * * * *

It was broad daylight but I didn’t care. I pulled the red wagon loaded with hay across the fields to where the hungry horses awaited me. So far as I could tell, they hadn’t been fed yet that morning and were as hungry as ever for the hay I put through the fence. Trixie showed up and sat and watched.

Mr. Crouch was nowhere to be seen but I could hear noise coming from the barn. There was a heavy duty engine running and along with it, I could hear the repeated thump of metal hitting heavily against something else. It was regularly repeated and I couldn’t even begin to guess what kind of machine was running.

When the horses were fed, I pulled the wagon back home. I was pretty caught up with my work so there was no pressure on me that morning to go to the office/shop that Tony and I shared. I puttered around the house until it was time to start lunch.

As usual, they family came in with roaring appetites. I swear if I hadn’t pulled my arm back fast enough after setting the plates in front of them, somebody would have bitten my arm clean off. I sat down and we all tucked in.

After the first waves of hunger were appeased, daddy looked at me and said, “Well, I saw you and your wagon heading out this morning. I guess Crouch didn’t catch you since you’re not full of buckshot.”

“He wasn’t around and he couldn’t have heard me anyway, he had some kind of big machine running in the barn that sounded like a car crash.”

Everyone at the table exchanged a smirk, except for me, and my brother Steve said, “That would have been his invention. It’s an electric log splitter.”

“Don’t they already have power log splitters?” I asked.

“For probably the last hundred years.” Steve replied. “But, his is electric. It plugs in. He says that’s a new invention. He tried to patent it and they wouldn’t let him because it already exists. He claims the government is trying to steal his invention and he has a suit in federal court over it.”

“What is he, nuts?” I asked.

“That has been suggested on multiple occasions over the years. I think he’s harmless when he’s sober but I still don’t like you getting in his way. Lord knows what the old coot might do. He was a violent man when he was younger.” daddy said.

“I’ll stay out of his way but I won’t stop feeding his animals.” I said.

“And that’s just about what I expected.” daddy said with a sigh.

“And I’m going to give Trixie a bath.” Tony stated. The rest of the men around the table looked at each other mystified but no one questioned him.

* * * * * *

I had finished the afternoon clean up and was sitting out on the front porch when a car I knew to belong to Mr. Crouch pulled up the drive. I put my book down and watched him climb out and approach.

He didn’t bother with a greeting, he just asked, “Have you got my dog over here?”

“Why would I have your dog?”

“I could tell this morning that somebody had been grooming her, I figured it was you. Is she here?”

“I haven’t seen her.” I answered. “Maybe if you took better care of her, you wouldn’t have to go hunting her.”

“I’ll take better care.” he replied. “When I catch that little bitch I’m going to beat her to death. I had my lunch all fixed and went into the other room and that little whore jumped up on the table and ate it. I would have fixed her then but she got away, all I managed was a good swat with my cane.”

“You hit her with your cane?”

“And I’ll do more than that when I catch her. My lunch will be the last one she’ll ever steal.”

“Maybe if you fed her more often she wouldn’t have to steal food.” I said. “For that matter, it wouldn’t hurt you to go hungry for a while, you big fat slob. Now, get off of my porch and off of our land before I call the sheriff.”

“You see that dog, you drag her home.” he said as he turned and walked away. “She’s going to get punished like she’ll never forget.”

As I watched the old fucker’s car pull back down the driveway I was so angry that I kicked one of the spindles out of the porch railing. When he was out of sight, I went down into the yard and called Trixie but she didn’t come. I walked the path to the horses, softly calling for her, but there was no sight of her.

She didn’t show up at supper time, either, and then I really began to worry. Could he have already found her and really hurt her? I couldn’t find a place to perch, I was so upset.

When it got dark I went out onto the porch once again and called to her. She didn’t come. I sat on the porch steps staring into the dark, wondering what I should do, when I heard a low whine somewhere to the side of the house. I jumped up and turned on the flashlight I’d brought outside and rushed toward where I’d heard the sound from. Near the beginning of the path to the horse corral, the flashlight showed Trixie lying on the path. She tried to stand when she saw me but she couldn’t manage it and just dragged herself a few inches forward with her front legs. I couldn’t tell how injured she was but I knew who’d done it.

After checking her over visually for any bleeding, I gathered her up in my arms and even though it obviously hurt her, she licked my face.

“Trixie, what has he done to you?” I asked her. Even in pain, she wagged her tail.

I carried her to the house and inside I grabbed the old blanket we kept over the back of the sofa. I swaddled her in it and then carried her out to the car. I’d never been to the local vet’s office but I knew where it was and I burned up the highway getting there. I must have had special protection from somewhere that night because it’s a miracle that I wasn’t in an accident.

Every time I glanced at the passenger seat where Trixie lay in her blanket, red rage descended over my brain. It was only her occasional whimpers that kept me moored.

After what seemed like hours but in reality was probably less than 15 minutes, I pulled in front of the vet’s office. It was closed, of course, but I spotted a doorbell beside the door with a plaque that read “Please ring for after hour’s emergencies”. I’m surprised that my finger didn’t go through; I poked the button so hard.

I could see shadows moving against the window of the adjoining house, then lights came on in the front of the office and a light appeared inside. When the door swung open, I took an involuntary step back.

I was consumed in rage and also in worry about Trixie but I still could appreciate a handsome man. The man at the door looked like a combination of Harrison Ford and every porno daddy ever filmed. He had thick, mostly gray hair and a white walrus mustache. I didn’t even notice his clothes because he filled them so well. Just looking at him you could tell that he had the type of body that is 10% exercise and 90% heredity. All in all, he might as well have had a sign on his forehead that read “THIS is why gay men lust after men”.

“What seems to be the problem?” he asked in a phone sex line voice. Fortunately, he brought me back to earth.

“I have a dog in my car. She’s injured, I’m not sure how badly.”

“Let’s just have a look.” he replied, stepping outside. He looked even better.

I led him to my car and opened the passenger door. Trixie swiveled her head around and checked him out, then laid her head back down.

“Was she struck by a car?” he asked as he began to look her over.

“No, I don’t think so; she was in our back yard nowhere near the road when I found her.”

“Bring her inside.” he said.

I lifted her out of the car as gently as I could but she still groaned. He put one hand on her head and said, “It will be alright, little girl.” and she licked him.

I followed him to the door and even in my state I couldn’t help but admire the roundness and firmness of his ass. Inside, he motioned to an exam table in an inside room and I put he down on top of it. He didn’t say anything, just unwrapped the blanket from her body. Running his hands over her he was rewarded with a yip and a low growl when he touched her hips. Feeling the length of her leg yielded the same result.

“She’s pretty banged up, are you sure she wasn’t struck on the road?”

“I’m almost positive.” I said. “Can you fix her?”

“I’ll need to do ex-rays to see what we’re dealing with. I might not be able to help, in which case the kindest thing might be to put her down.”

That did it. Me, who hasn’t really cried since I was a child, who prides himself on lack of emotion, burst into tears that caused me to sob outright and my nose to run.

“Please.” I said. “I have money, I can get more, I don’t care what it costs, you have to make her well.”

“Is she your dog?” he asked me.

“No, she belongs to a neighbor. But I’ll be responsible for the bills.”

He looked at me for the first time, really, and then he asked, “You’re one of the Russell boys, aren’t you? I know your father and uncle; they call me whenever something comes up with the horses. You live next to Crouch.”

“Yes,” I replied, rage returning at the mere mention of his name. “Crouch is our neighbor.” I hesitated and then asked, “Could she have gotten these kinds of injuries if someone beat her with a cane?”

“I’d say probable exactly like this.” the vet said, staring at Trixie. “You don’t know who she belongs to, do you?”

“No,” I lied, “she’s just a stray. Can you fix her?”

“I’ll do my best but I can’t guarantee anything until I see how badly she’s hurt.” He gave me a long look and then he said, “Tell you what. Since she’s a stray, I’ll only charge you for supplies, the labor I’ll do for free. And I’ll do my best, okay?”

“That would be really wonderful. “ I replied. “I don’t know how to thank you.” I was imagining a few ways, though. I’d noticed that the old worn khakis he had on not only had a very prominent mound in the crotch, it extended down his leg a bit. I could also see the rim of his cock head at the bottom.

“The first thing you can do is let me get to work.” he said. “I won’t call you tonight, come back in the morning and we’ll see what’s what. I promise I won’t do anything…drastic…unless you’re here with her.”

At that, I began crying again and he put a hand on my shoulder and gently steered me to the door. Finally remembering my manners, I said, “Please apologize to your wife for my disturbing her.”

He gave a crooked smile and replied, “My wife passed away a good ten years ago.”

“Your girlfriend, then, apologize to her.”

“No girlfriend, either. I’m just an old widower who listens to the radio too much. Maybe I welcome a disturbance. Here’s my card.”

I looked at the pasteboard he’s handed me, which read ‘Dr. Everett Johnson’, his phone number and a bunch of degrees. I tucked it into my pants pocket.

Outside, vanity kicked in and I wondered what I must look like sobbing with a runny nose. The reflection in the mirror verified my worst fears; I looked mostly like a 200 year old Chinese man. So much for first impressions.

I pulled back out onto the highway and beat on the steering wheel as I drove. Something was definitely going to have to be done about Mr. Crouch. As luck would have it, I was also riding on empty and held my breath until I saw a gas station sign up ahead. Thankfully, I made it to the drive and was just easing in when another car, going much faster, swerved around me and pulled into the spot in front of the gas tank I’d been headed for.

I backed up and pulled into another berth and got out of the car. I noticed that the first car had out of state plates, Idaho. Then I watched as the driver side opened and a man who was at least 6 and a half feet tall climbed out. I barely came up to his nipples. He was built, too, the muscles in his shoulders, arms and chest of someone who pumps iron.

He noticed me staring at him and said, “What are you looking at, faggot?”

“Someone who should learn some manners.” I said.

He smirked and grabbed the gas nozzle and began pumping into his gas pipe.

“Learn not to drive like a little old lady or else stay off the highway, sissy boy.” he said.

I didn’t even reply. I just asked myself why it was that the biggest assholes always show up when you’re least in the mood to deal with them.

We both pumped our gas, eyeing each other, him mainly smirking at me. I finished first. When I replaced the gas nozzle on the tank, he was leaning against his car on the other side.

I noticed that my shoe was untied and as I knelt to tie it, the asshole remarked, “That’s right, get on your knees, cocksucker. And do me a favor while you’re down there…”

That was as far as he got. Still crouching, I punched him as hard as possible in the balls. He made a gurgling noise in his throat and fell to the ground on his side, holding his crotch. I stood up and walked to where the gas nozzle was still stuck into his tank, removed it and pumped gasoline into his face.

He made gasping noises, and then started struggling to get up. I put my hand into my pocket and said, “I’ve got a lighter in my hand. Have you ever seen anybody after they got their face burned off?”

He kicked his feet and backed away until he felt safe enough to roll over and stand up, then he ran crouching to the corner of the gas station, well away from me.

As I got into my car he hollered, “What are you, some kind of lunatic?”

“You have no idea.” I replied as I started the car and pulled away.

I began to feel a little better.

* * * * * *

Needless to say, I got almost no sleep that night. When I wasn’t worrying about Trixie, I was fantasizing about the hot vet. The rest of the time I was trying to come up with a plan of how to deal with Mr. Crouch.

When I had gotten home the night before I had taken hay to the abused horses and fed them. Since it was dark and I was there, I decided to snoop around a bit at Crouch’s place. The house was totally dark and as I got close to it, I could hear the old bastard inside snoring like a chainsaw.

I poked around the house a bit but what I really wanted to see was in the barn. I spit on the hinges of the side door so that they might not creak and slipped inside. I had a small flashlight with me and when I turned it on. I beheld Mr. Crouch’s fabled log splitter in all of its ramshackle glory.

There was an inclined belt with a series of stops that fed logs up into the top of the machine, a circular basket type of contraption with an almost open bottom. Poised above the basket was a plunger, the shaft of which reached high above the machine. On the bottom end of the plunger was what looked like a series of axe heads, welded together so that they would come down on the log and split it into pieces. A simple toggle switch was on a box on the side. It all looked worse than it had sounded. It also looked like it would be a pain in the ass just to operate.