Dad's Ranch

Pop and I were in the bathroom, morning, our usual shower and shave, kind of a tradition. After I grew the ‘stache, least at first, I’ll be double fucked if I could keep it trimmed, needed him to make sure I didn’t eat fur with my eggs. He’d laugh, tell me about the problems he had when he grew his first one, long time ago. Difference now was his was silver white like his hair and mine deep brown, thick, guess we were just a hairy family. Had to keep the top part of my chest trimmed so it din’t look like some animal was climbing out of my T shirt. Guess when he stood behind me, run his hands up and down in the fur, ‘ticularly if he hits my man tits, well, I got hard, cain’t help it, in the morning in the warm steamy room with my Pop….flop my log on the edge of the basin, didn’t even need a hand, just let it gush out.

“Ya know, Bull, that mighta tasted good on a cold morning. Thought I taught you about sharing?”

Had to smile, cuz, iffen he hadn’t had a finger or three up my ass, I wouldn’t have shot an he knew it. In the mirror I could see him lean in, kiss my shoulder...had to turn around, kiss him….

“Anything down there for your son? Go good with coffee….”

“Don’t know, you can try but yer dealing with a old man….”

“Fuck. Was that the same ‘old man’ that pret’ near tied me down and pounded on my ass for a hour last night? That old man?”

“Well, you kin see what you can find.” He leaned back against a wall, hands wrapped behind his neck giving me room to slide to my knees, cup his balls in one hand and, well, well, either it never got soft from last night or this old man popped a new pole. Looked up at him, he just seemed to look away as I run a finger down the vein on the underside, like he was checking out the window, seein’ what the weather was up to.

These are the best moments I hope to shout. Peaceful, fun, warm, moist, knew when I got him to cream he’d make sure he was dried out...mouth like, well, I don’t know. Lets just say, he could swallow me better than a Anaconda, balls an all.

We was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed pulling on our boots. “Gonna be yer birthday in a couple a weeks, son, better tell me what you want or….socks ‘n underwear.” I grinned. Never had got them from him but that’s what he always said he’d git me.

Turned and put my arms around him, head on his shoulder. “Reckon I got everything a man needs or could want right here.”

“Well, dammit son, you know I’m gonna get you something now think on it, and, no, nothing for Barney…..he’s a horse and wouldn’t know his birthday from any other day.”

He tried to look annoyed, didn’t work. I also kinda knew what what he’d do. For a while, like maybe three or four years, I’d been going down to Laramie to get me a good set of tattoos-same guy who inked our asses around the brands. Well, fuck, you never get just one so my guess was he had a gift certificate for something I’d talked to Jersey, the tat guy, about. Funny thing was, after I started my collection, he got one, his Sheriff’s star, right on his chest….least, that was his first one. He said it t’weren’t right for his sons to have their tails singed so, damn, he got his branded too. Old fucker, he had four cocks around his brand with a  lawman’s star on one of ‘em.

“Christ, hard to believe you’re about to turn 30...seems like just the other day,  well, you was, what? Maybe 22? 23? moved up here, became my deputy for real.”

“ 24… always remember that real important day cuz...that was when you told me you was my real father…..” I still gulped a bit when I thought about it. Damn fool, couldn’t help myself, pulled him to me, almost knocked him off the bench. “Guess you know how much I love you….”

Didn’t say nothin’ just ran his fingers thru my butch cut, held me. You know a man loves you when they never have to say it, you just know it….

“Okay, enough lovey dovey, I need coffee, get my heart started….whattaya want? Eggs? Bacon? Them shitty waffles you run through a toaster? Oh, hey, Jake and yer other father gonna come up for your day…..”

“Jeez, Pop, do not tell me you got a party….”

He looked at me, pained. “Fuck, son, you know me better ‘n that. We may all party in the bed room, but that’s just cuz, hell, the four of us ain’t together that often any more.”

These had been good years. Never thought I’d stay in Lander, never thought I’d be the Deputy but…..well, I did and I am. Course, havin’ Pop full time made the world of difference. At night, least ways when we was both home, weren’t just the sleepin’ together, it was sittin’ down, eating, catching up on what the other did, flopping down on the big couch, boots off, watching something or other til one of us stretched, casual like, said they believed they’d turn in….Lean over, hug and a kiss, stroll on up the stairs, strip, crawl in, push over cuz it weren’t be long afore the other one hopped in. After that? Well, it just all depended. I guess we did more in winter than summer but whatever we did, whenever we did it….always good, yes it was.

If I was gonna turn 30 then that made my father…..46, 47? Jake was along in there and Pop, son of a bitch, the old bull, he was at least 66-Pa once said all the Jensen men bred young…..all except me….all except me….kept thinkin’ on that. I was the end.

Found the old man had a taste for bondage….meant tying me up ‘n he had a lot a things after that. Guess I developed real hot druthers for the pain he give me, slept better after a good whupping or, sometimes, he’d just tie me up and let me sleep like that, first thing in the morning, roll me, fuck me, spank me then kiss me saying he’d meet me in the shower. Those...those are good days. I’d lay there, stretch, let my ass cool down then haul it into the shower where he was waiting, open armed, soapy cloth in each hand…..get me good and scrubbed. He’d put in a extra large water heater so we had all the time we needed, course we saved water by using it together….

In the barn, a cross, one made just for one man, someone another man loved, to see me there, hanging, roped, in back, a hole for a well carved dildo to go up my ass, Pop rubbing me, grabbing my balls, sucking on me, chaining my nipples so there was just a dribble of blood….he would mix it with my cum, slowly lap it up, fall to his knees, look up, pull down on my balls, put a ring around them, attach that to a chain which could be winched pulling them front and center. Only he knew how I love this. Or….he was the only one he thought…..never figgered out I had to learn this afore him…..One Christmas, I gave him a hand made whip, got his initials branded on the stock…..he cried he was so pleased. More so cuz it came from me…..an he knew it meant...use it on me, please, use it on me…..an’ he did.

Hard to explain those stripes on my back so, fuck anyone who wondered, just said I fell backward on a cattle guard. Pop just looked sad, said he’d hepped me up, shame they was kinda sharp on top...left those marks. Then, whenever left, two of us would laugh like loons….he’d run his finger over one he could feel through my shirt….give me a dirty smile…. “Damn, this ‘uns almost growed over, best find that guard again….”

“Yep.” Fuck, he coulda tied me to the ‘frigerator right then…...thing about something like that, it’s always just a might bit better if you don’t quite know when….

The pain he could give me….made me love him. That he would give me pain and I’d take it, want more….made me a whore to him, waiting for him to take me to the barn…..whatever he wanted to do….Pop

Had a question, didn’t wanta ask Pop or Dad….but I knew Jake would help me so called him, asked to meet me over to Buffalo Bills, course he would ‘n I told him not to mention it….no problem. I’d thought about this an with the birthday thing….well, just made me think more on it.

Jake figgered it was serious cuz I was just sittin’ there hunched over a cup of coffee, forgot the spoon and was stirring it with my finger. Plunked his hat down, startled me some, gave me a swat on my back, signaled Teddy-she was workin’ the bar-for a couple a draws then looked at me. He’d noticed I was staring at the table, using my coffee covered finger to wipe down my ‘stache.

He waited until we each had some foamies in front of us….

“Okay, Bull, shoot it out. Yer gonna tell me some time so might as well get it told now.” He smiled, reached over, lifted my chin. “Wish I could kiss you….” Smiled back at him.

“Jake….ah shit...don’t know how to say this….”

He looked at me. No help cuz he had no idea what was on my mind but sat there, knew I’d get to it.

“Pop is gonna be 67, you an’ Dad...what? 48? Hell, I’ll be 30 then….nothing, I’m the end of the line….guess you figured I ain’t gonna have a son...cuz, well…”

“It’s okay, I didn’t neither, hell if it tweren’t for your Pop, no you, no your Dad….and fuck, knowing that randy old goat….I may be his...” He had a gentle laugh only thing was...I couldn’t laugh with him.

“Jake, I don’t want to be the last…..some day I’ll be like Pop, old, alone cuz...there’s nobody comin’ after me.” I didn’t mean to, don’t know why it happened but some tears slipped out.

“Come on, son, lets’ step outside, hear there’s gonna be a pretty good sunset….”  

There was, too. End of the day. Thought on it. I’m the end….nothin’ I ever fucked ‘ll give me a son...guess I didn’t know how much I wanted one….funny, it was when I grew the ‘stache...remembered how all the Jensen men had fine lookin’ lip pelts...Jake’s went down the side a his mouth, Dad had his almost to his ears, Pop, well, his was just one white bush, almost covered his nose and mine….like my Pop. Gotta be like him cuz I came from him.

Whenever he’d have me tied over the bench he kept for that….I thought on how some other time, he was punchin’ some bitch, only said that she was real pretty, married his son….stayed just long enough to give me to my Dad then got herself kilt... Course, no one knew, Dad raised me, everyone assumed I was his...well, not quite everyone, Jake knew different...took him 24 years to come clean about whose pole milk was in me. Only thing, Dad never knew I’d been told, see, he was proud a ‘his boy’ an to find out I was more like a brother….might a kilt him. One time when pride weren’t no help.

Jake put a arm around me an said, “Bull, that old man ain’t never gonna be alone cuz you won’t ever leave him. Wanta argue over that?”

I just shook my head cuz, well, I knewed he was right.  Leave Pop? Maybe in a pine box.

“Jake, could we go back to the ranch? Dad’s off somewhere an you an me.. well, you always was really good an’ soft with me. Wouldja mind?”

“I always did think of you as my sorta son an’ if you need a punchin’ well, what’s a spare dad to do? Say no?”

On the drive to the ranch I thought about Jake. He was the one man who had no connection other than as a friend. When Mom died he kinda took over being a part time dad, mom, big brother, just what I needed. There was a crick we’d go to, strip down, plunge in-water in Wyoming never gets what some folks might call warm but it suited us-splash around, play fight, throw me in the air, play airplane with some water landings...finally lay out on a patch of weeds that didn’t look like they’d a give you the itch, just dry. Maybe then it was when he told me how it was with him an’ my Dad but, fuck, a kid that age wouldn’t a caught what he was throwin’. Just remember him saying that he loved my Dad enough so’s if something were to happen to him, well….never finished it. Kinda think now I know.

‘Nother thing, Jake fucked like no other man. Back there I said about getting a soft fucking from him and that’s about right. When we got to the house we did sorta the same thing, iffen it was just him an’ me which...for some little while, weren’t often.

Pulled up, nothing changed. He parked beside me, got out, came over with a grin I had seen before, tried to give it back to him.

“Okay, young un’, guess you better come in the house with me.” Took me by my belt as if it were a leash an’ led  me in through the downstairs right up to...my old room. Had me sit on my bed, squatted down, pulled off my boots, got me up, undid my buckle then the belt, undid my pants, pushed them down, unsnapped my shirt, pulled it off, threw it somewhere. Pulled off my undershirt, stood back, looked at me, smiled, came forward, put one big hand over my bull cock the other hefted my balls. Smiled some more.

“Get rid of them skivvies, son, cain’t fuck a man through cotton.”

I smiled back, pushed them down, used one foot to toss them across the room.

He just stood there, that half smile, his hands up, open as if there was something supposed to be in them…

“Do me.”

He sat on the floor where I could get a good purchase then pulled off his boots. Pulled him up, belt off, unbuttoned his 501 low riders, let them drop, he stepped out of them, gave his shirt a tug, all the snaps popped, got that off him, just a tank top and his briefs. Gone down on my knees, put my mouth over where I knew his man bits were, spit on them through the gray fabric, found his dong with my teeth, gave it a chew….

“Think you can get it hard? Think you can?”

He pulled me up, turned me, swatted my ass then threw me on the bed. Used one thumb to pull off his briefs, left the shirt on.

“Roll over, stick that fine saddle ass in the air, I’m thinkin’ it needs some airing out, time for me to mount up.”

He reached under my bed...finding something...well...only he and I knew it was there, wasn’t much, just a rope bridle. Put it over my head, slid the bit through my mouth, pulled the reins back, used one of them to swack my tail. “Time for a trail ride….

He couldn’t see it but I smiled...Jake an’ me, well, trail rides was his specialty, always went a long way, tellin’ me about what he seen as he rode along...reaching under me, grab my nipples, massage them, tell me when they got hard, felt just like the Teton Mountains...Jesus I wanted him. I was his saddle, my ass was where he liked to stick his man meat, just get it in, leave it there, almost feel it tell me where to turn...like being out on the trail, moving a little that way to avoid a nasty stand of cactus.

When he reached under me, well, I knew we was gonna stop walking an’ move up to canter, he’d start to be tough inside me, rocky, like a grinder edge  smoothin’ down my male hole...getting it ready. Swack on my ass, another, then ten more.

I bucked every which way but, damn, he was a Wyoming Cowboy too and he stuck with me. Finally leaned down, stroked my cheek, told me to whoa...he had something for me. He’d pull out then drizzle his seed on my ass using his fingers to smear it on my red cheeks , some of it back into me...always wanted his seed. That’s when he got to the soft fuck. Damn that man could get it back quick just not as firm. Back in me, most of the way….he’d lean down, put his arms around me….

“Bull, you are the best fuck, always want you. Gotta tell you….”

He stopped to give me a few slow, even strokes.

“….even when you was little an’ we be out watching Sam fucking cows, I’d see you, wish you were my boy like we are now but….” I could feel some tears on my neck. “...iffen I’d done then what I wanted, yer Dad’d chopped off my nuts just before he kilt me, rightly so...wanted you to feel just like now, my pole in you...lettin’ yer seed smooth it out...”

I knew what he meant, he always thought he got a little cheated, wanted me to be his little boy but...he always had to hang back, let my Dad pick me up, be my father. It was what Jake and I had between us….we’d never have a kid to raise like us, like I got raised, like my Dad got raised, like...Jake got raised. Fuck, we knew how to raise a boy….there just never would be one.

We’d just stay like that, laying on top of me, the rope still holdin’ me but all it did was promise his love...Jake, my Dad’s best friend, mine too. Laying there, feeling his muscles just twitch...feeling the rope...wishin’ he’d...well, no point in wantin’ something he wouldn’t do.

He’d slip off to one side, take out the bridle, reach for my face….kiss me. In the dark we made love unlike my Dad or my Pop but like two men who go deeper than blood, all the way to love. Laying there in his arms I squirmed around until I could put my head next to his.

“Maybe I am your boy…..in some ways….’member when Mom died? You had to be my Dad and...ever since….you kinda still are. Maybe, way back then, if you’d took me...just a little...”

I could feel him look straight up. “Bull….got a favor ta ask.”

“You know you got it.”

“Moments like now….shore would like to call ya...Son.”

“Ya know, Dad, I do believe I’d like that too.” I had a funny thought.

“Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Kinda always wondered...what it might be like to fuck my own Pa….”

“Guess this it’d be a good time to find out, Son….I kinda wondered what havin’ my kid stick his cock up my ass might feel like an’...well, hell they don’t call you Bull cuz you got a ring in yer nose….”

“Maybe I oughta get one, kinda go with the name.”

We both laughed. “Well, soon as you get thru screwing yer ole Dad, we kin call Doc Evans, see if we drop by iffen he’d put one in next time he’s here checking the cattle. For my son, with his hanging sausage, cain’t be anything small, fuck, Son, guess it’d have to be big enough ta get lost in your ‘stache.”

“Really? Dad, fuck, I think that’d be bitchin’..”

“Yeah, think on this, how many deputy sheriffs got a hunk a steel comin’ out of their nose...if you cain’t find yer cuffs, just use that.”

He stuck a finger up my nose. “Yep, get a good sized piece up there. Shame that bush you got on yer lip would cover most of it...”

“Always shave that off…”

He forgot we were playing father and son. “Sheeit, Bull, your Granddaddy would kill you.”

“About the ring or the shavin’?”

“Maybe both….now, come on, you rattled me, one a us was gonna fuck the other.”

“I’m up, yer gettin’ stuck.”

“Oh, yeah, climb on, Son….Yer old man wants this real bad with that bazooka shell.”

“Dad, you got a great ass for a father…”

“Son, you got a great dick for any man’s son...jist proud yer mine. Now shut up and an’ get to fuckin’”

I always do what my Dad tells so got right up, gave his crack a good rub with my cock head then slid it in…..slow but determined to go all the way. Dad groaned a bit…

“Oh yeah Son, yer gonna breed me ain’t you. Leave enough seed to cover a quarter section…..damn you sure are smooth, can feel that monster slip down, you got big veins poppin’ up….Oh, Son, you are the best just let your ole Dad have it hard, c’mon boy, slam it in….”

Always do what my elders tell me. Minute later I was at the end of the line spewing jizz all over his innards.

“Dad, you just got yourself real bred….”

“Uhm….warm an’ big, Jeez, Son, cain’t you stay in there forever? Feels that good.”

“I promise, we’ll go off someplace an’ do it some more….feels good to me to….don’t suppose you’d a get knocked up? Give me that son we want? Share him with ya?”

We were both quiet….couldn’t be no son, not for either of us. In the dark, he rolled to one side, I swear I heard him….cry a little.

“Dad….don’t matter if it ain’t quite real….I been your son for a long, long time….now you know that’s the honest truth. C’mon Dad, I need to be held in my Daddy’s arms….please.”

I could see the left over tears as he took me to his chest, held me, rubbed my back….I just hugged him back, put my head next to his, whispered in his ear that I loved him, gave him a squeeze, got it back….We sorta started off to sleep like that.

Real early, you hadda look to see any light on the horizon, I slipped out, put on all my duds sept my boots. Jake was sleeping, looked happy….He had his son, guess all we’d done was fix up what shoulda been spoken about twenty or more years early. After Mom died, Dad kinda let Jake be my father then….when he came around, took me back. ‘Course he understood why but somewhere in his soul he was still playin’ catch, or throwing me in the creek...his son.

In his sleep he stretched, rolled over, one foot came outa the covers, I pulled the quilt over it, smiled….he looked for heaven an’ all like a happy man. One thing, he or Dad or someone sure as hell needed to dust, I drew a badge on the mirror over the dresser in it, wrote ‘Bull’ under it. Guess if you looked real good, you maybe could see a heart in the middle but, fuck, I ain’t no artist probly looked more like road kill….

The coffee maker had made coffee, filled my thermos, got my boots on, looked around the kitchen, made some more coffee for Jake when he came down, walked out the door, hopped in my truck and headed out. Not even to the road when I was thinkin’ about some time on when Jake ‘n I, well, Dad and his son, could get back to that creek only this time, I’d throw him in. Smiled to myself...turned onto the highway, hit the gas then went on.

Thought about what we’d talked about….knew where there was the 287 cut off to Laramie coming up, when I got there, turned South thought, fuck, red headed Bryce (so much fur on that man some called him ‘the Golden Retriever’), the Highway Patrol Trooper, Steve Stoddard’s man util he was took over seas fighting, was at Pop’s, knew they’d never miss me fighting about football, maybe have a pull, or ten, on the bottle, fuckin’ each other-I knew my Pop and Bryce and what they’d get up to for some little while. I watched the far range rise a bit. Fiddled with my radio...out here….

“Officer down, bleedin’ pretty bad...shot Office...”

Had to be down this road, mashed my boot on the pedal seein’ if Ford could hit 150 without it bein’ on the speedometer. Sound wasn’t too weak, maybe close, course, the man was weak too...hope to hell someone else, someone with a ambulance or EMT heard and was headed for him. Had enough light to see, looked at the clock, the road, the clock, thanked the Lord for mostly flat ground and straight driving. Swallowed hard, had to get to him...Got on my radio started calling for all the hands to come on back, gave my approximate place, direction...some idea where he might be….

Rawlins PD came on, didn’t bother with bullshit about who I was just said they got a rig rollin’….any idea how far? I know they got a hill just outa town, made the transmission tough but I had good news. Went on, told the guy this was Bull Jensen, Lander Sheriff Deputy...headed South. Came back it was Willis, one of the railroad cops for the Union Pacific, spelling the Chief. We went silent. Weren’t nothing more to say.

The sun coming up in the East made a strong reflection on glass not more’n a  mile ahead, had to be the down officer. Started to slow and call Willis back, just left my mike dangling so’s maybe he could hear me shout when I pulled up.

It wasn’t good. He was on his back, breathing, heavy, tryin’ real hard to live. Splatters of blood but...what skeert me, only hole I could see was on his shirt right near his heart...he was poorly no doubt. Tried to do what I could,made him aware of me, put my hand under his head, woulda like to get some water but leavin’ him alone...strong wind was coming up...thought I heard something. A voice...no, no voice, wind….heard my name, thought I felt somethin’ touch my neck….just the wind, my collar blowin’...Thought my eyes were closing...weird…

“Bull, it’s Steve, ‘member my Dad thought you was me one, gave my tags to Bryce….Bull, leave this one to me you done what you could...I thank you fer all you did for my Dad…. Bryce...take his badge….” Thought I saw a soldier in camos and a tank top carryin’ a man...

The wind, damn it, blew me on my back, musta knocked me out, hit a rock or something. Hustled back but...he was gone. Eyes closed, no sign of breathin...A cloud covered the new sun. I stood up, went back got a blanket, put it over him. Gave Willis the news told him to slow down his guys, din’t want no accidents. Moved my vehicle up so’s no one would smash into me.

I stood there, looked at him, saw the wedding ring, nice looking man, 40, there abouts, law was his life an’ he give it for that. Don’t know why, maybe thought of the widow, stooped down, didn’t want him to be alone, took off his badge, dropped it in my pocket….just stayed like that until I heard something, probably the ambulance or whatever they’d sent.

It was EMT’s, nice guys, all of them. They treated the body real good, real respectful, told me to follow them into Rawlins when I could, I’d have to fill out….Yeah, well, see this star on my chest, I know’d what I gotta do next. They went on ahead while I laid out a crime scene, not that there was much, just where the body was layin’. I got my kit out, looked for casings, found two, not much blood, found his hat almost ready to blow away, don’t know why but...I picked it up, wouldn’t make no difference, hell, maybe someone ‘d find a had that needed it. Did remember to take off the band with the police emblem then….threw it up in that crazy wind that came back up….thought I felt a arm go round my shoulder, give me a hug….

I was in Rawlins the rest of the day. Fuckin’ paper work. Our man was the only law in a town I’d heard of once, the sort where when the railroad was everything, it was almost a one horse town but now….he, his name was Guy Buttes, was the law forever around there. Willis offered to take me home, give me a bunk, sorry they didn’t have space for anyone, course there was the motel...thanked him, said I’d just drive on to where I was going when this mess started. Weather looked good, I-80 moved fast, I could make it to Laramie in under two hours, weren’t but about a hundert miles...kinda wanted the time alone, think about this ‘n that. Called Pop, told him about it said, if unless he had some need for me, might take a day or three. Fine, he and Bryce could cover...(Yeah, I’ll bet they could….hope the house didn’t need a contractor to clean it when I got home.)

Just as I was about to head out, Willis told me they got the two perps who shot our man; Were holding ‘em in Green River. Suddenly I was cold mad. Told Willis fix it so that this all happened in my jurisdiction, I wanted those two mutherfuckers in my jail under my supervision, try ‘em in my courtroom and, Yes Sir, I most surely would testify. Said nothing much, just nodded...ten steps back he spoke up….guess they gotta come here first, my jail...I turned.

“Yep, they most surely do ‘n when yer done here...” Gave him a half smile, got in my truck, sorry about this part, hit the gas and blew chat on him. Guess I was pissed off.

‘ Bout halfway to Laramie, got out my medical kit again, got out some alcohol, took off my shirt, hauled out the officer’s badge, wiped it clean, wiped my breast clean, stuck it through me so I wouldn’t forget. Looked good and shiney hangin’ there. Didn’t put my shirt on, drove into Laramie straight to Jersey’s. Pounded on the door in the back of his shop where he had an apartment.

He’d been listening to the television or whatever so pretty much figured out a few things, did have to explain the badge. All he said was, he weren’t supposed to but he better give me a tetanus shot. Asked if I wanted to keep it or…..have him put a better clasp on, warned me, it would be heavy, maybe drag down my nipple….I thought on that. Calmed down quite a bit...glad I’d done it but to haveta explain it….by rights, it should go to the widow. Told him the story, what little there was...and then I was so tired I was tipping on my boot heels.

“Only got one bed but you’re sure welcome to share it, Bull. Better get you through a shower, then bed...That water will give me a chance to see how the work I done is looking, if you can, tell me about what you got in mind….cuz you aren’t here to watch the ball game or see my collection of ink, you seen that plenty of times.”

By then I was in someplace between exhaustion and death. Let Jersey strip me, got me into a shower then his bed and that’s what I remember, sorta.

Next thing, I was still in his bed. He was holding up my bull dick admiring it. Seeing that I’d come to he just shook his head… “Some guys want their cocks colored, ain’t got enough of one to get a toothpick on but this...just, God touching Adam from the chapel ceiling would look good...God’s here on your head Adam...boy that would look great, cover your abs….” He looked at me. “Don’t suppose you’d….”

I leaned up, saw what he meant. “Great idea and if I ever want my dick done, that’ll be what and you’ll be who. Coffee?”

We sat around the small table in his kitchen. I was so lost in what’d happened, forgot to notice anything until he stuck a plate of good looking food under my face. Looked up, thanked him. Real good, maybe all tattoo artists can cook, don’t know, this one sure could.

Jersey knew I was in a strange place; First officer killed I’d ever seen, don’t happen a lot out here...for one, they just ain’t a lot of law men also real low population, no big cities….something like this hits the whole state hard. We watched some of it on the news; Sure glad I got out of Rawlins, kept referring to me as the ‘officer who found the crime scene’ but, Thank You Somebody, never mentioned my name. Showed pictures of the shit heads who did it, chained, being transferred to another jail.....eventually to mine; I could wait for that.

Jersey was lookin’ at the work he’d done on my arm, cowboy scene, real fine work...wondered if I wanted to do some more on that today but I had another idea. All ink slingers, the best ones, are fine artists so it come to me what I wanted, told him, ask him to draw up something which he did.

“How big?”

“Shoulder to shoulder, right across my back.”

“Yeah, that’d be about right, smaller an’ well, just wouldn’t look right. You got a good wide one, let me do some more doodling, think about colors...hey, I got a gym in the basement, go work off some of that madness there.” Seemed a good idea, that’s what I did. Forgot to mention he had a shower...hope he didn’t need a lot of hot water right away, used it all sitting on the floor pissing on myself then a good slow jerk off. Felt a lot better.  

Hour or so later he hollered down for me to come up and see what he come up with.

I almost cried. Picture of a lawman angel, wide wings with stars like on a badge in ‘em real wide spread, holding another law man. Had on dark glasses, boots, sort of a uniform but not like anyone I ever seen. The man he was carrying was naked, had his badge stuck through his chest….Jersey wondered something.

“I kinda want put good sized cock and balls, least the suggestion of ‘em, on both me but it’s your back.”

“Fuck yeah, they gotta have those...every lawman does.”

Jersey smiled. “Yep...when we get there I’ll made an exact drawing so you can approve it...Ya know, bull, this is gonna take some time...I can start today but...unless you got...I don’t know...at least three, four full days, maybe more...and that’s kinda hard on me, want to do this right...”
Understood him, agreed. “One other thing while I’m here...kin I use the clippers you got for when guys are too furry to ink on?”

He reached into his tool kit, got them out…. “Hey, you can’t shave your back..no man can.”

“It ain’t my back I’m aiming to shave. Tired of this bush under my nose, got something else, right in keeping with my name. You stick things through people don’t you?”

“Well, sure but...whattaya got in mind?”

“Ever seen a big cocked bull that didn’t have a ring in it’s nose?”

“Only question I got is...how big?”

“Maybe you can get one from the Vet….”

“Jesus, Bull….”

Driving back to Lander gotta say, the new hole in my nose hurt like hell. Thing hung over my upper lip, almost had to be careful not to chip a tooth. We did get it from a Vet and I mean to keep it...that’s why after it was in, I had the opening soldered shut...My name is Bull and if you cain’t figure that out, well, you don’t know where to look.

Got in late, Highway car and Bryce were gone, decided to sleep on the couch….Pop was in for a surprise an’ I guess he weren’t gonna be too pleased….wondered which would piss him off more? That I shaved off the ‘stache or the bull ring? Not too many hours until I’d find out.

Woke up in time to be in the shower when Pop joined me. I had my back to him so what he did was put his arms around me, held me, said Willis had called, told him. Knew it was tough but...so was I. That’s when I turned around.

“Holy Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” That was all he could choke out.

“I know that ‘stache meant a lot to you.”

“That ain’t it and you know it. What in hell have you got hangin’ from your face?”

“Vet in Laramie did it…”

“He should have his license yanked. Jesus, Bull, what in holy hell were you thinkin’?”

I let the soap get past my eyes. “Well, Pop, guess you could say I’m the full Bull, top and bottom.”

He said nothing just finished his shower, fast, got out, stood by where we always did only today I had more to shave.

“I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me why.”

“Just did, full Bull….Pop...it’s just something I been thinkin’ about then after that mess near Rawlins, I don’t know, this just took my mind off of everything...” I stopped, looked at him in the mirror. He was looking at me.

“That the largest one they had?”

“Nah, they got ‘em bigger….this was the widest one that would fit...”

He started to shave. “Uh Huh.” Put his razor away, looked at me….reached down and grabbed my cock.

“Well I been waiting for this...every lawman finally gets to some point, something happens, they get that streak of meanness...Glad you finally got it...now I can retire. First sheriff with a door knocker in his nose...” He laughed.

“Fuck, just don’t tell me this is like when you all got branded, then finagled me into gettin’ one on my ass...plus the ink around it.”

I almost smiled at him. “Yer safe old man….This is for me alone.”

He reached up, touched it. “Damn, that’s steel, won’t be long until you can smell your chin. One thing,”...he kept on pulling it and me…. “It shore as hell better not get in the way of you suckin’ me off...like right now.”

I tried to look up but he meant it, down I went, got my tongue ready to catch him. One good suck and he was half way in, another an’ he was down my throat, closed my jaw a bit. Reached up, grabbed his ball bag, gave it a hard yank. Spit out his dick.

“Yer sure right, I got meanness in me, almost bit off the tasty parts. Get down here, fuck me hard….I been away from my Dad too long...need his brand of man grease up my tail pipe to get started.

The ring clanked on the tile floor. I smiled to myself….I sure as hell was a Bull….felt Pop get it stuck up my ass just like I liked it...hard, fast...get it done before breakfast.

He reached around, grabbed my Bull Meat. “I better get call that Vet...gonna need the matching one. He kissed the back of my neck as he shot his ole man juice deep in my ass. “How the fuck are you gonna drink coffee with that thing?” I rolled over, grabbed one of his ass cheeks...decided his Bull was standing at stud and they just pushed him in the mounting box…

“Oh yeah, Son, sure am glad I fucked your mother….worth it to get you.

Back at Dad’s Ranch, he and Jake were scratching, stretching starting a new day….maybe I’d go on over tomorrow and show our stud bull Sam he had competition.