Dad's Ranch

For my 79th Birthday I gave myself a new knee. Well, to be accurate the insurance company did and, based on the surgeries they've paid for, I expect to find they've put a 'hit' out on me.

Love my cowboys, their essential goodness, their ability to accept grief and good times. Just be good guys, do what's right.....raise a kid to be quite a man. This time we're in Wyoming, flat prairie, hard scrabble life. Two men raising the son of one of them after well….you'll see after what. 

Thanks for reading, it encourages me to think the courtesy and rough life of the contemporary West has some interest.

PJ

Raised on a ranch ‘bout 60 miles outside Casper, Wyoming. Guess some folks might say it was desolate, lonely but...you love where you was brung up. Mom got hit in a real freak accident when I was just five-hit by a humongous hail stone while she was out back hanging the laundry on the line.
Wasn’t even a storm just a few bits a hail and this one that was, well, it killed her straight away, always grateful for that. Set some sort of record for size and weight but that didn’t matter; We lost Mom.

Dad was a handsome, real bulging stud, a widower at age 23 with a young son, a ranch, his horse, his best buddy Jake and a huge check from an insurance company. He was still a widower when, in a fit of grief, chopped down the clothes line then burned it. He was bitter...for a long time. Only Jake...and sometimes me….could get him to look up, out, but only sometimes.

Dad said he got double something or other from the insurance company which he spent, well about $ 75,000, on a new bull. Said since he couldn’t sell his own, guess bull jizz was good enough. He was right; Sam, the bull, seemed to like to give bull milk just whenever, hell, as Jake, head wrangler said, nothing male don’t like getting jerked off. ‘Course his was taken by a machine but to pay him back for the slap to his male-ness, Dad let him stand at stud as often as somebody brought by some female that needed fucking-early on I learned what ‘stud fees’ were, saw how that fee was earned in practice. We’d stand, Dad, me, Jake, whoever was around, undo our pants, haul out our dicks whey had just had a nice slow yank admiring Sam’s performance also his cock; I could haul it out of my 501’s but...up an’ at ‘em...not yet. Sam didn’t care much about time, just rared up, already got his bull stake hard then stick ‘er it in.

Well, I’m lying least ways a little bit, I could get it out but….couldn’t do nothing but piss until I was, oh, maybe ten? Eleven? Hell, had to get long enough for there to be a handle for me to grab. Dad and the guys was real good, never kidded me, never laughed, just said, ‘hold on, youngster, it’s there, it’s a comin’, you just let the snake get a little further out of the hole...” Guess they was right, by the time I was 19, I was called Bull cuz Jake said, as things went on, Sam better get nervous, he was getting competition.

Yep, I grew up. And out. And round. Dad would take a cigar out of his pocket and say to whoever was around, “See this, well, my kid’s dick is three times this in all ways cept he’s white….unless he’s really ready, them times, fuck, damn near purple.” Guys used to josh me about standing at stud….only problem, I’m not Sam, he got paid, I’d a got squat nothin’ cept it’d feel good when I shot and...I never fucked anyone, offers or not. I knew of men who sold themselves for sex, and got paid to do it, but...sorry, I’m not that kinda man so I stuck by the stall with the other guys watching Sam...only when I was really hot, they’d kinda watch me, see how far I could shoot, bet me if I could do it twice. Couldn’t take their money for something I knew I could do but sure could let them stand me a beer or two over at ‘Buffalo Bill’s Saloon and Cafe”.

Once, did it four times in 90 minutes and that got me a steak dinner and all the suds I could swallow. Sorry to say...Dad had to take me home that night and the next morning...sheeit,  hell wouldn’t have my head. He just laughed, said I’d earned it, gave me a warm beer, sovereign cure, told me to get back in bed, sleep it off then left the room laughing. Heard him say to Jake…

“Well, there’s always a first time for hangovers, just glad we was with him, didn’t try no stupid shit like drive home or nothin. Remember Jim Morris’ kid, that was sad...sadder still that he survived, seen him…..” I didn’t want to hear about it right then-I’d seen Rob Morris myself-that what was left of him.

Son never had a better man than my Dad. He and Mom were just about as happy as any two people, it was a dirty shame, the accident and all. Married real young, 17, but Pop, my granddad said to knock a year off that and it’d be closer to the truth. Whatever. They got a little time together, a course, me, the ranch...then the accident.

I don’t quite remember all of it from back then, guess I was too hurt looking from Mom,  but Pop said Dad was real low, he made him get out, go some place, Europe. Guess he liked it, went back a couple of times. Course, when I got older I found he didn’t go to Europe so much as Amsterdam where sex was whatever you wanted. Guess a stud cowboy like my Dad didn’t even have to pay, least ways not after the first beer ‘n somebody noticed him. Never talked much about it but one day when we was in the makeshift shower in the barn (almost had warm water. Sometimes.) after pitchin’ hay, he laughed, batted my cock, said, ‘nope, ain’t ever takin’ you over there….come back with so much money...’then laughed some more.

Asked Jake about that. He just laughed, said Dad was right, I could probably get stud fees just standing on the corner, didn’t matter the size of the town, just so long as they I had a corner, might have to wait as long as two, three minutes. Said...that’s why Dad didn’t let me go into town much, there’s trouble everywhere and just lookin’ at me, he sure felt I’d find some even if I wasn’t looking. Okay, I liked the ranch, riding out with the guys each morning, liked the hard work, proud of my dad for making what he had do as good as it did…. Couldn’t see that town offered much I didn’t have here. ‘Buffalo Bills’ was only a couple a miles down the road, go there, have a beer, shoot some pool, swap lies with the other young guys-we’d all gone to school together, played sports together, all lived on ranches, just naturally we’d all be buddies. Like Dad and Jake, same thing, school together….best buddies.

I guess it was at the bar at Bill’s one night when Stewy, he was gonna get married an’ we was all in the wedding, came by where I was sittin’ and said he needed a big favor-Handed me a long neck Bud to, I guess, make sure I’d do it. Well, a course he’s got it, what’s up? Wasn’t what I thought. Seems Lillian, the girl he was set to marry, well, he kinda blushed, she told him she needed to be punched afore their wedding night, for him to get the biggest dick he could find to stick her. Just make sure it was something bigger than him.

I guess I didn’t right understand him. Didn’t make sense. Lillian wanted a big dick? Well, she was a woman, they didn’t have dicks, men did. Stewy kinda blushed….. “Fuck it Bull, ain’t no man in this county, maybe the whole state got a pole like yours, that’s what I want, you to go on over and just stick it in her, won’t mean anything but, dammit, she ain’t gonna marry me until”….he slipped and said what I don’t think he was supposed to say…. “she got me to get you over there so she could see it, then fuck her. Okay, that’s the deal. Like half the bitches around here, won’t nothing do but they get plugged by Bull’s big dick so….I got the keys to her place, she’s waitin’, get on over there and, for the love a God, don’t break her, I seen your pecker and knot holes should be scared. Now here, git.” Tossed some keys on the bar.

Well, I got alright, but no keys in my hand cept my own. Drove straight home, found Dad asleep in his recliner, a copy of Sports Illustrated half over his face, his boots beside him and whatever was on television when he was watchin’ had turned to some Bible thumper; One hand sleepily massaging his nuts. He worked hard, I knew he was tired, hated to wake him but...well, see, I was not only upset but mad. I know they call me Bull and I know why but I’m not Sam, I’m not standing at stud, that just pissed me off. Dad puts me up, like Sam, maybe in the next breeding box, well…..What happens next? Some guy or the other offers me fifty to take his lady and see if she can take me, cuz if she can’t, well, that’s it for her.        

Didn’t mean to but I fell on his lap, I guess I was crying cuz first thing he had to do was figure out who was on him then fight the magazine off his face then try and figure out what the Sam Hill was wrong with me? So I told him. He knew right away, held me, don’t care if I’m a grown man, I was in deep hurt and my Dad knew it.

“Course you can’t do something like that, Son, well what in hell ever put an idea in that man’s mind?”

“He said, that’s what she told him she wanted or else, Bull’s cock up her cunt or...no wedding.” I was really mad. “Fuck, Dad, why don’t we just load up Sam and take him over, she wants bull dick, well, he’s a bull and he’s got a dick, we all seen it.”

Looked at me, half smiled. “Horse Shit, if her Daddy has to get out the shot gun, that wedding will take place….just...you ain’t gonna be in it and I’ll be whipped  before I’m settin’ there smilin’ at his tart. Jesus fucking Christ, want my kid to …..” He was red in the face. “Bull, you done right to come home. Sure you should have sex, much as you want but when and how you care to take your pleasure not because some jackass in a bar, I don’t give a pink shit if you’d have known him all your life….. says, here, you just run over there and screw her. Nosireee. No. I’ve a mind to call his father….tell him he better geld his little pissant or I’ll do it for him. His own good. Honest to Pete.” Dad wore down a little.

“Bull, you’re about as good a man as there is, your Mom, bless her soul, would be proud of you just like I always am but there’s times and then there’s times and this is one of them. Tell me truthful, you never had sex did you...I mean beyond jacking off when we all do or when you feel like it...”

“No Sir, never did. Truth to tell, never much wanted to, not much ever looked good enough to get it up. Guess watching Sam fuck isn’t quite the same….”

“Uh, no. An maybe we shouldn’t have all been out there working it…..oh, hell, that’s in the past.” He leaned his head back, thinking. “Scoot over, I gotta get up, get us a Wyoming sized drink.” I could hear him talking to himself as he went to the bar… ‘fuck a bride...shoot th...idiot ….Bull’s al...shit, that damn bottle….I never.”

Plunked back down, handed me a glass about half full. He took a good, long pull, so did I. “Son….”

“Yeah, Sir?”

“You ever done anything with that monster down there cept jerk it off?”

I didn’t know what to tell him, I hadn’t but my name, my plumbing, well, word got around, nothing I could do about that. I got used to being kidded an’ all but sometimes, like now, it wasn’t funny. What’d Stewy a said if I took in after him, ‘bout his cock, some called ‘Slim Pickens’ after some ole movie actor….Don’t guess he’d laugh so hard about that. An’ rightly so, I was proud of my equipment, never said it, but when I could look down and see my bulge casting a shadow at noon...well...I bet most men wouldn’t be unhappy to have something like that.

“No, Sir, never have. Well, you know before games? All the guys on the team kiss a finger then touch the end of it for good luck...”

Dad didn’t seem to take to that. “Oh my sweet Jumping Jesus. In the locker room? They had you pull that monster out so they could….a good luck charm?

Tried to help. “Well, all the guys said it worked, hell, Dad, we almost won the state championship in our division. Before that game….coach kissed it hisself”

Dad just stared at me. Maybe too late I remembered that he and coach Bryant….well, them and Jake...all went to school together.

“Bill Bryant, Billy Bryant….kissed my son’s cock for luck….what’d he do when you lost?”

“I figured...seein’ as what good friends you are an all, I think you needed to know that he’d bet the team, well…..if they lost, they could just fuck his ass….Most of ‘em did, too...cept  me. I guess, bet or no, it just didn’t seem, respectful; He didn’t lose the game, team did...so to plug him for what we done….I just showered an came home. Jake met me, said he was real upset, I should a told him about the coach...” He just sat there and seemed to be kinda lost...finally snapped out of it. “What happened, the winning team, they Shanghai you over to their side... and kiss it as well….? Sorry, Son, I was just...”

“It’s okay, I hear all the talk about me ‘m my sausage, knew there’d be problems just….never thought a buddy would want me to do, well, you know, what I told you.”

“Cocksucker, I hope someone bends him over a rail and  bulls him, serve the little shit  right.”

We sat there, having our drinks, thinking. Dad was calming down, put an arm around me. “Bull, you ever want to have sex...with anyone?”

Oh sweet Jesus, I gotta tell the truth and, I know, it says ‘the truth shall make you free’ but I kinda thought the truth would make me free alright... standin’ out on the county road by the mail box, thumb out pointing ‘that way’….free to get the fuck gone….whatever I could grab before I was run out a the house.

“Dad, uh, you ain’t gonna like this I spect but, you know me an honesty.” I turned away from him, hid my face in a blanket Mom had been crocheting when she was took…..I just couldn’t say it.

“Son? Nothing can be that bad, hey, I’m your Dad, I’ll fix it, least ways I’ll try.”

From inside the blanket…. “Will you sleep with me, you know, like that? Like you sleep with Jake...”.

Couldn’t stop myself, got up an’ lit out, at least put off the beating I gotta figure was coming.

Finally ended up in the barn, got in Barney’s stall-he was my buddy, my ride, sorry to wake him but at least I could lean against his side and bawl. Didn’t much care about the whipping-I knew I deserved it, said something that hurt Dad...an’ but thinking there’d be no place to go...and I loved my Dad, I did what he taught me, told the truth.

Boots makes a different sound, depends on the man wearing ‘em, and I knew these better than I knew the moon in the sky. Sagged into I knew what was coming, unsnapped my shirt, pulled it off, leaned up against the fence to the stall, waiting to feel the first lash….cuz that was what was coming, had to.

He was real quiet. “Son, how long you been knowin’ about Jake ‘n me?”

I didn’t want to answer. “Just go on, whip me….I’m sorry Dad, I am so sorry I shoulda kept my big mouth shut.”

“There’s not gonna be a whippin’, not now, not never. Just want to know….how long you knew….”

I turned around. Dad had his head buried in his hands, crying, embarrassed, frightened. “Dad, please, Dad, please….I’m your son, don’t matter to me. Heck I love Jake almost like you do….somethin’ happens to you, well, he’s my dad…. But…..nobody I love like you. Never said it but… I was saving myself...well….. for you…..seemed the best gift a son could give his Dad..an’ Sir, nobody ever had a better Dad.”

He couldn’t look at me straight on. Just stood there, not knowing what to do, not even knowing if he could move. He’d heard the worst he’d ever hear, his secret, if he wanted to think of it like that, wasn’t no more.

It was quiet, so quiet I could hear the hay in the loft settle down. “Dad? Please….nothing has happened cept I said out loud what we all knew...makes it kinda easier don’t ya think?”

He moved toward the wall, taking off his clothes as he went, threw his boots out of the stall, stood stark naked by the wall…..picked up the leather whip I used to train some of the horses, put it in my hand the leaned over the stall fence. He was mad at himself, sorry, ashamed, wanted the whipping to say….I forgave him.

“Don’t stop until you see blood then just keep right on going...all the way, top to bottom…..I’ll turn an’ you go for my dick, just whip it until it sinks….” Then turned back to the stall fence. Spread his arms and legs out...just stood there….waiting for me to begin...but...I loved my Dad, he hadn’t done nothin’ to deserve what he told me to do...nothing.

Arms went around me, Jake, knew him, hell, known him all my life. “Bull, you gotta do this to him....then me.” Like Dad, he took off his boots then striped, walked up to where Dad was on the fence. Only thing was...when he spread out his arm….his right hand covered Dad’s left…..both of them, waiting…..for me to begin.

So quiet, so goddam quiet. Too quiet for a man to think, just act. I had the whip in one hand...for at least five minutes, didn’t even make it move then quietly hung it up. Maybe they heard me, maybe they didn’t but I got out of my boots, all my clothes and pushed my way between them, took a hand of each one. Tried to look at both of them but, well, when you’re in the middle, just can’t be done.

“Maybe someone will come along, give us all the scorching we deserve but I cannot hurt the man I love and the man he loves, sorry Dad, I just love you too much to hurt you for something you didn’t do. You too, Jake, just like my other Dad….you raised me while he was out stressin’ over a dead wife. Remember taking me swimming? Playing catch in the back yard? Being there to pick me up at school cept we didn’t go home, just out on chores, whatever you needed to do, took me with you. Told me what a grand man my dad was….I was six...maybe seven...remember telling me how much you loved him? Cuz….Jake, I do too.”

Seemed odd, all of us standing there, naked, not moving just...standing there as if something was gonna happen...soon. “I heard about how two men can fuck another man…..seems like I got two men here, both get a half a cherry...”

“It’d kill you son, that’s a lot of pain an’”..he looked at Jake… “We couldn’t hurt our boy, no, that’s just….no.”

Something had to happen or this was gonna get worse. Only thing I could think….I got down on my knees, grabbed both their cocks, pull ‘em to me and started to suck Dad, then Jake, then Dad….I never done anything like this, just heard about it, what I knew was you got the guy’s dick as far back as you could and, this seemed real important. Swallow whatever came out...sorta like watching Sam when he hadn’t finished but the cow moved forward.

I guess it was right cuz I felt two hands on my head, keep it cut short but they rubbed me….both of them were hard after a little bit. I just kept on slurping, side to side….one hand on each of their nut sacks, that seemed to help….gotta tell you, sure was helping me, my Bull sized meat was good and hard, dripping something, not cum, but something.

Surprised me, suddenly I had a mouth full of what I’d only seen come out of me before now, swallowed it, reached up and squeezed the dick it come from, Jake...back to Dad, didn’t take long, he almost seemed to lose himself, almost couldn’t stand….blew it  right back, if I still had tonsils, they’d a had my Dad’s syrup on ‘em.

They both reached down, pulled me up… “Son, you needn’t have done that but...” Jake spoke up. “You showed us you’re a man and we’ve been chicken shit, hiding, making you shut up about…..”

What could I tell ‘em? Laying there, listening, hearing them...wasn’t sure what they were doing but must have liked it….then when I got older, heard guys talk about what guys did with guys….the sounds made sense, made me kinda sad cuz Jake had my Dad. Didn’t blame him, shit, theys been together, well, almost forever so….

“You still got your cherry?”

“Sir, like I said, saved it for you, nobody else. My Dad. It’s there for you, now, then, whenever, never if you don’t want it….”

“You wouldn’t give it to somebody else, now, would you.”

I looked right at him. “No Sir, nobody….not even Jake.”

“Bull….” Suddenly I yelled at him.

“Don’t call me that no more, I’m a man, not a cock on a animal….” I stopped, horrified, I’d shouted at my Dad but...I told him the truth. I hated being called ‘Bull’, hated it. Problem is, once you get a handle like that, you die with it...fuck, friend of Dad’s must be...70? Still called him Sunny, not Sonny, I’m not sure that was better...but Bull? Okay I know what’s down there, I  live with it, I piss with it, I jerk it off, only thing I can do unless Dad…

“I am so fucking sorry son, see, I was proud of...well, you know an it just started….”

I looked for my clothes. “Yeah, I know, it just started….”

“You got another name, your Mom and I give it to you….”

“Yeah, Jake Jr…..” I wondered? Did Dad and Jake...Had they always…? Did Mom….?

“Yeah, well, that ones been taken. You got your Jake...”

Jake came to me, held me, whispered in my ear. “I was so honored when they named me after you….You just don’t know...see...I knew I’d never have a kid of my own...”

“You had Dad.” Came out kinda not the way I meant it. “Sorry, Jake, what I mean to say is,….I’m glad you have Dad, proud to have your name, just, well, don’t think there can be two of us with the same man….” I tried to laugh, sorta.

We stood there, guess my grabbing my clothes sorta released them, we all scooted around, got dressed…. “Think we need a drink.”

“I’m with you, c’mon Jake Second, it’s all family.”

“Yes sir, I think I need one two.” I paused, kinda held both of them. Starting with my Dad, and lordy, I had no practice, I kissed ‘em both. Glad I did, they kissed me back.

We, the three of us, naked, walked across the yard, their arms around me, sorta laughing, felt good, the three of us. Later, on the couch, for the first time the three of us on the couch instead of the usual, them and me on the floor between them. Got that first drink down fast, Dad poured out a half for each of us, stood up, yawned. “Balers coming tomorrow. Bring you drinks, time to hit the hay.”

I clicked my glass with theirs and headed for the staircase.

“Hey, son, where you going?”

I turned, must have looked funny, “To bed, Dad….”

“Naw, be a good idea if you slept with the rest of the men….bout time you joined the club.”

No idea what he meant. Looked at them, arms on each other’s shoulders.

Jake spoke up.

“Jake Junior, I do believe your father means it’s time to fuck the shit out of you, cuz, more than most men we know, you truly deserve it. C’mon, you know where our bed is, put your boots by ours and get your ass up there. Fuck the balers, you’re gonna get what you deserve. Twice. Right Partner?”

My dad just grinned. “Oh yeah, I bet you got one sweet cherry ass and, Partner, you think we’re up to taking his bazooka shell up ours?”

“Well, it’ll be fun trying, now all of us, go, get.”

They both had big smiles, “Come on, haul ass in….Time for you to find out how much I love you…..”

It was comfortable, wasn’t sure what happened next but was pretty sure it ended up with me not being a virgin no more, hoped so.

One on either side of me, gently rubbing me, nothing too direct, just the great feeling of their calloused hands, my Dad and...well….my Jake just gently exploring my body.

“First time I ever touched you since, well, you were having baths in the sink...you done growed.” We all sorta laughed...I found myself not quite stretching but moving, enjoying their hands…..didn’t even realize they got more personal, closer to my tits, inside of mylegs….Jesus it felt good. Someone licked down there, on my leg, close to where my cock would have been if it hadn’t got real hard a while back. Dad told me to close my eyes, just think about what I was feeling….okay, sure could do that, just let them keep up what they’re doing….

Dad put his head by mine, his hand went under my chin, raised it just a bit...I knew he was going to kiss me, wanted that….his lips crept over my cheek, on my lips…. He was whispering. “Jesus you’re a handsome man, guess I never saw you cuz of….”

“Yeah, that.”

He slid over me, held one hand around jaw, little pressure and I was open, ready. His lips slipped over mine. Like mine, a little cracked but I knew he wanted me. Never had this, his tongue slid into my mouth. Didn’t know quite what to do...Just about then Jake took my balls in his mouth and Jesus did that feel good.

I knew right then, I loved these men, never any others….funny, I think that’s how they felt.

Never knew what getting ‘hot’ was, just thought that was what you felt before you shot but….I was real wrong. Laying there on the bed, with Dad and Jake just making love to me, and it was love, with their hands, it was all I could do to stay still. Started slightly moaning, grabbed Jake’s hand, put it over Bull while Dad was increasing where his hands were, how his lips were over mine, almost humming, sounded like that. His other hand slid down, worked a nipple and Holy Shit….I bucked….whatever he did, my body really liked, hell, I really liked it. Holding one nipple he used that to gradually begin to turn me over. Jake moved his hand, helped Dad, put his fingers in my hole, slowly rolled me, never took their hands off me...I knew they loved me, both of them. Strange, I never thought about men loving men, always knew I loved Dad, even Jake but this was different.

They stroked my back, shoulders. Kissed my neck and then started South. Finally go to my hole but...holy shit, didn’t stop there, his tongue when on in while they spread my hips, I knew I they were preparing me to be fucked but the more we lay there, them just feeling me, the hotter I got, wanted Dad to fill my ass, it had waited so long, listening to Jake moan as he took it….

“Son, I’m going to slide a pillow under you so just...that’s right, just lift up a bit, Jake’s got it. You got a beautiful ass, yes sir.” He put one hand on each cheek, kneaded them, started to spread them a little.

“Son, now every man who takes it like this for the first time...there’s some pain but you know I’ll do the best I know how to keep it to as little as possible, Okay?”

“Oh, Dad, please, I’m ready...please, Jake, grab Bull, I don’t know why but I want you part of this cuz you’re next tonight, mean it.”

Dad slowly rubbed something slick inside my tail, pushed it down in, guess he put it on himself….

“Son, I love you.” That’s when he begin to slide in and Jesus, the feeling of a man’s cock, a man you love, inside you, making you really his boy, I was crying not because it hurt but because I loved him, both of them. “Takin’ it real good, Jake, look over here, isn’t that a great piece of ass...my kid, both sides...Son you are a lucky man and here comes your Dad.”

That’s when he really pushed and the pain startled me...it did hurt but once Dad slid on, it kinda slowed back….

“Son, you ain’t no virgin.”

Through my tears, “Aw Dad, thank you, thank you so much just keep coming...all of it, don’t worry about hurtin’ me, fuck it hurt the two of you...once.”

Jake spoke up. “Yeah, once an’ I couldn’t be prouder to see my name sake join the men who know what it’s like to love a man, be fucked by him and want to be...filled with him….

“Just stay there, just for a little bit and then….you know...Jake, I want you to.”

“Son this first time we gotta leave our seed in your, fill you with cum just like soon you’ll fill us up….Now….I gotta get started on the fucking part, may hurt a little and, Jesus, I’m so ready to pop….”

Guess he was cuz not two minutes later Jake said, “Yep, he’s your son, I never got that much out of you, fuck you’re coming out the top of his ass...only one thing for that.” He moved over, took his tongue and sucked up what was coming out.

I just lay there, the feeling of a man’s cock, my Dad’s cock, the cock that made me his son, we just slowly eased into quiet, he was laying on top of me, Jake was beside me, smiling, put his hand on my neck. “Well, what’s it feel like now that you’ve been had?”

“They didn’t teach me words in school….” I turned my head….you gotta go next, want both your cum in me, seal it shut, keep it…..” Jake kinda laughed. “Yeah well, what about the next time?” I winked at him. “You mean tomorrow morning?”

Maybe two, three years later we was all out branding the new born, nutting the ones for market. Standing there in my leather chaps, sweat and hat I looked at Jake, dropped my drawers and said, “Get it hot and put it right there. Brand me. I belong to this land, this ranch…...” He smiled, pumped the bellows get it nice and hot.

“I guess, better be me, too…..”. Looked at me, smiled.

Hurt like shit, almost had to walk back leading my ride, same with Jake. Naturally, Dad wondered what the Sam Hill...so we just turned an’ showed him.

“Guess you two shits know what that means, I gotta get on, too.”

Jake smiled, said, “Guess that’s why I kept one blue hot, won’t take a New York minute.” Dad grinned….. “All three…..”

Some time later, gotta guy from Laramie to come up, did some tattoo work but the best one was on each of our asses, around the brand, three cocks….a course….one was a bit bigger…..

Oh and Stewy. ‘Member him? Well, kinda like we all thought, that didn’t work out….applied to me for some part time work, embarrassed, but needing the work. Only one thing  more to say to him before he signed on as a hand….

“Ya know, Stewy, you always did hanker after Bull….so drop ‘em, now’s as good as any a  place for you to find out……..”

Jake said they heard some animal scream…..out here, sound carries…...