The Field

Author's notes. Okay, up front, this is very long, 12,500 words. You've been warned. This was a pleasure for me to write; 85% of what is in this is fact based. All the people, the descriptions, the events have a place in history. While I've condensed possibly fifty years of what I've seen and observed, I would hope you find a story about men who work, love and have sex with one another, often in really appalling conditions. With few exceptions, I like all my characters largely because I knew the person on whom they are based. My hope is that my readers will enjoy it not only for the sex-and there is certainly sex-but for the story I have to tell. Just to give you an example of how close to reality this is, one of the characters is based on the former head of the Kansas Bureau of Investigation. And, no, it's not the one you might think. 

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THE FIELD

I’ve been lucky enough to get a small scholarship to college which I accepted then wondered how to pay for anything else associated with going to school; Clearly I couldn’t set up a tent or live in a tree but money wasn’t just short, it was non-existent. Books, food, place to live, even dorms charge….forget transportation...were myths as far as I could see. While I waited for my ship to come in, One Day, win the lottery, from a ticket I had no money to buy, Dad would be made CEO of where he worked and Mom’s famous cakes, sold out the back door, would propel her onto some food network where, almost instantly she eclipsed Martha Stewart. One Day. At least I graduated from high school in the top 2% which was how I got the scholarship. Dad said he’d pass the hat, see what he could raise, Mom added a dollar to the price of each cake and Allen, my older brother, worked a couple of extra shifts at the slaughter house-a job he must have hated. Still, there was just no way so….One Day would have to wait a little while.

For my eighteenth birthday, I got a new pair of work boots, a bus ticket to Henryetta, Oklahoma and a guaranteed job on a grain cutting crew that started there in May, ending in Canada many months later. Money was pretty good but the work was endless, back breaking, few men ever did it more than a year or two, even college students, always in need of money, shied away-if for no other reason, the harvest season and their semesters overlapped.

People can romance about the ‘dignity of work and the men doing it’ but….this wasn’t what they had in mind. I was new so got the worst jobs, said I had to learn them to move up, which meant I was choking with dirt, sunburned, at least until it peeled off leaving me looking more tanned than a life guard, but one who wore long pants-brown on top, white on the bottom . But the worst, wheat dust. I can tell you, I’d rather have crabs or fleas or bed bugs than wheat dust. Nothing kept it off you, no way. Didn’t take long to find the guy with the clippers and had him shear me and, a week later, dropped my drawers for another round when he sheared all of me-your crotch stuffed with dust and dirt is beyond itchy, it’s a torture. Most of us, every six or eight days, hit the clipper guy followed by a dunk in whatever sort of water was around, even if it was only a cattle pond already growing green algae; It was wet and it was cool. For those few moments, maybe you didn’t feel human but some semblance of clean. Briefly.

Knowing what rotten jobs these were, and how much they were paid to do them, the companies that ran these crews did whatever they could to provide whatever comfort was possible. I was on an eight man crew which meant we got two 48 foot trailers, four men to a trailer. Assuming there was an electrical source, generally the farmer or rancher we were working for let us plug in, they were air conditioned, had hot and cold running water and a small area up front where, if we weren’t almost dead, we could sit, watch a ball game-not live and, obviously, cable was non-existent-If we were in range of anything. One thing, the food was great, always provided by the farm wives of the acreage we were cutting, our big meal was what they called supper but was actually lunch. Their desserts seem to be a specialty, cakes, pies, whatever, even, some places, a sack to take back to work with cookies, maybe a candy bar; These were carefully wrapped in plastic cuz if they weren’t, well, you’d best like eating wheat dust. No idea how many calories a day we burned but those lunches kept us going, at least until sundown.

Before I left home I’d set it up so that my pay went to my Dad who added it to what I sadly called ‘My College Fund’ hoping that One Day….even with the money from the cutting crew, maybe enough for two semesters, maybe. Well,  then I could say I was  ‘college man’...briefly. One Day.

Jimmy, the boss, caught me one late evening just as I was going into the trailer, ready for racking out, long as I could which wasn’t very long as we could see almost around 5:30, 6, that’s when we started. He’d been the one who’d hired me, said he’d been visiting an old guy in our county, seen me, heard about my college and that’s how I got the job. We rounded the corner of the trailer where I was jumped by two other men, slapped tape over my mouth, held down and told I was not going to be a virgin much longer; At least they didn’t tear my britches when they hauled ‘em down. Pinned me against the metal siding then fucked me, all three of them, more than once. “Okay college boy, we’re gonna learn you somethin’ you ain’t gonna know in school.”

He’d cried when he did it but Allen, my brother, said he knew what would happen to me, best thing he could do was fuck me, get my ass opened, get me ready for getting screwed, like he’d been first summer he went cutting. Plus, he gave me some advice, real good advice….told me to take it then turn around, smile, then offer my tail, whatever part of me they wanted, front or back….so long as they met my price...They looked a bit stunned.

Taking advantage of the moment, I dropped to my knees, didn’t ask, just got into Jimmy’s jeans, hauled out his cock, still tasting like his sperm plus my ass, then blew him. Allen had been a really fine teacher-matter of fact, I liked sucking cock, what my big bro told me was that….you get a man’s dick in your mouth and you’re running the show. You let them stick their cock up your ass...and you’re running the show. Just Get Paid. I guess Jimmy forgot about big, strong Allen, the man who fucked him in five states and two provinces. Reminded him, Allen said to tell him, “Hey, and he hoped he’d like his little  brother, had him already trained...”

Whether Jimmy was taken aback or not, didn’t matter to me. I put one hand out to be paid while the other one, well, as a demonstration, I stuck a couple of fingers up my tail, got them coated with jizz and while they counted out what they thought they’d pay me, I slurped it down, smacked my lips, fanned the bills and, just like Allen told me, said that was okay as an introductory special but now that we could see ass to cock, that’d be double per dick. Also per man, no limit only give us all time to get some shut eye. Oh, and I really liked to eat cock, but sure as hell hated a mouthful of fur, they probably didn’t want me to waste our time spitting out hair so, if they wanted suck job, they knew who had the clippers. And that was it. Allen called it. I sat down, pulled off my boots, got out of my pants then, giving them a good look at a well worked ass, wandered back to the trailer door, went in, slammed it, crawled into my bunk, snuck out my phone, hoped it work, and called Allen. I expect all of the county could hear him laughing his fool head off.

Allen was ahead of the game all over the place. Knowing there wasn’t much I could do with the cash, he’d made up some heavy manila legal size envelopes, with a paper pouch inside where I put the money. All addressed-to him-with postage on them. I did what I was told and, the next day, handed it to one of the nice ladies serving supper, asked if she’d put it out for the mail man. Smiled, said she certainly would. Allen said...guys would pay me what I asked but figured they’d get their money back, maybe in a card game, something like that or just steal it. Course, you can’t steal what isn’t there. God Bless the USPS. He told me when he got it, put into an account we had in a bank a couple of towns over, private and ours…..One Day.

A couple of those ‘extra shifts’ he was working were at the Army Base near town; Soldiers like to fuck ass and his was particularly worthwhile. Smart man, he met the guys selling good meat, from the slaughter house, real cheap….then took bids on himself, with that many men, he always got his price. Working at the slaughter house was still a horrible way to make a living but….it provided him with some opportunities and advantages, other jobs just didn’t. The sex? Like me, he, too, preferred sucking dick. Genetics, I guess.

If I was working hard, two ways, he had the worst job, the slaughter house. It also paid pretty well especially as he’d been there a year or so, unusual in a business where the turn over is high, most guys just cannot take the blood, the death...the whole shitty deal; Allen did. Plus, he lived at home and did something few other men would have done; Gave every penny of his wages to Mom and Dad. Said they about cried their eyes out when he told them. But, with two sons working, and getting more money, their lives were better. Car got a badly needed tune up, plumbing had a leak or two fixed, new Freon for the air conditioner but they never lost sight of what he did, how bad his working conditions were, did everything, when he came home to make it the best they knew to do. One thing they all agreed on, One Day Buddy, me, would be able to use that scholarship and go to school. One Day.

We hadn’t even crossed the state line into Nebraska when Jimmy worked it so that I could do my fucking and sucking in an air conditioned trailer; Simple, I was sharing my four man with three other guys-other arrangements were made for them, Jim moved in, along with his two cronies and I was theirs, cooled and ready for whatever whenever.  Fuck, I began to think I’d need to take appointments specially when he ‘introduced’ buddies of his who were interested in having some of what he was getting; No problem, I simply didn’t work as much, at least at harvesting plus it gave me time to crawl up on top of the trailer, take off my pants and work on having a tan, one that matched on both sides. Of course, they still paid me for cutting, had to,  but my main income was earned on my back or my knees or whatever they wanted; The customer is always right. Well, up to a point. Spanking was out but I was introduced to , first, some light bondage then heavier….on to  BDSM. Naturally my rates increased. They never knew I was getting plays run in from Allen who was almost psychic in knowing what these fools would want.

And then there was a skunk in the Garden of Eden. Allen discovered he was likely to be laid off as the guy who owned the slaughter house found he could hire illegal workers for pennies on what he paid the guys who were working there now. He was sure it would happen, did the only thing he could, worked every shift possible that still left him time to sleep, eat and get some sort of rest. Yeah, the size of the checks went up, but I worried it might just kill him. He told the folks what might happen so as much as was possible, they got prepared. Also told them to buy the largest used deep freezer which he stocked with meat he ‘retrieved’ from work-as a supervisor, he knew where and when to slide something out the door and into his pickup. In less than a week, the freezer was stuffed full, luckily so as that Friday he got his two weeks notice.  Also, that Friday he got a thick envelope from Burlington, Colorado as well as a note telling him how things were going.

He called me, said to be ready for ‘Big Rick’ who he knew was coming down from Alberta to  run the place, expect him to shove Jim out and move in; Now it would be a two man trailer, Rick would run my business affairs plus his own. I could hear….something in his voice, something...tried to ask about it but all he said was he was proud of me, keep up the good work, laughed about my getting an all over tan adding only to work enough to stay in shape...guys liked men who were well built. He sure ought to know. Hauling that beef around, fuck, he was probably beefier than what he cut up. Butchered, he laughed, he’d probably feed a family of four…. Oh, and he was offered another job, on the base as a butcher in the prep areas where food was prepared for the various mess halls and officers dining rooms. Seems he had an in with a Master Sergeant he’d met selling meat. As he said, compared to the slaughter house, this was a dream job. Oh, and he had access to bulk supplies; Mom and Dad could pretty much quit going to the market. It wasn’t One Day but it all helped.

Couple of weeks later Jim and I were standing around the chow line for coffee and rolls, whatever. His mind was, for once, not on my ass, even spoke to me man to man.

“Look, over there, them thunderheads, not yet six and they’re piled up….easy forty, fifty thousand feet. I seen this before, no point in hoping it’ll blow over cuz it won’t. Gonna get us a frog choker of a ran. Sheeit, okay, Buddy, I ain’t gonna wait, lets start gettin’ the factories out of the fields, you take Bryan, Sam, get in front, find the straightest path to the edge ‘n find the hardest ground. Git.” And slapped me on my ass-an area he knew well.

The ‘factories’ as he called them were the harvesting machines and calling them factories was about 80% correct; Some of the newer ones did everything but get up and haul the grain to the silo. Each weighed, thirty thousand pounds, made a turtle seem fast and if they got caught in a field when a solid rain storm hit, that was all she wrote. Rain like that turns a plowed field to mud, good, thick, gooey mud, some call it man stickers as your legs stuck in every time you walked in it. Some guys made what looked like snow shoes, claimed at least you could walk in them and not stop every step to unstick your self.

What Jim wanted was to get the factories, we were running four of them, out of the fields and, hopefully, to some place on the margin where the ground had not been plowed, was still baked hard and made it safer, not safe, to park all the machines, trailers, trucks, all the things that had wheels away from the muck that did seem to be coming our way. Jimmy had just showed some faith in me, scouting for spots wasn’t as easy as it sounds for you had to not only find the place but then site back to see a path to get the factories out of the fields without mashing down more uncut grain than was necessary. It was an all day job simply because the factories, although sometimes working as a line, weren’t doing that here, two of them were cutting alfalfa, one was on a hay field gathering feed for their cattle and the fourth was doing a small wheat field; On a farm or ranch in this country every square inch of arable soil is used for something, anything that can probably be used for growing is.

By the time I finished, skipped lunch, too far to go to get it, the storm was just across the county road waiting, I thought, for me to finish and start back to the trailer, that’s when the first sheets of rain started plus lighting too close and, until I got soaked, turned cold, it felt good. For what I’d been doing I didn’t have or need a pickup; stomping the ground with your boots told you more than anything so...shanks mare home. Easy five miles back to the trailer but I was saved when a guy I didn’t know from another crew, spotted me, picked me up and drove me back. So tired, so grateful… “Hey, I’ll blow you right here, just for the ride.” He looked at me, tried to smile. Couldn’t, didn’t know what he’d done all day but he was at least as tired as was I. “Thanks, you just gave out a rain check….”and then laughed at the comparison from the rain that, the moment the wipers were turned off, was so heavy you couldn’t see out the window. “Get out, scamper in, shower, lay out….I’d tell ya not to get wet...” I looked him, half smiled, got the door open, shook his hand, “Buddy”, “Wynn”, then ran for the trailer.

Some one was in the bathroom which was also where the shower was. No matter. Whoever it was didn’t care, we could take a shit while a guy brushed his teeth. But I’d never seen this man before although I instantly knew it was Big Rick, no other person was possible. Allen had never described him, no need to, his name said it all and said it perfectly. Rick was big, probably six, six? Seven?. Not an ounce of fat on him, just a large, hard worked body. I slipped, bumped into something. His eyes went up to look in the mirror, turned, looked at me. I noticed something else about him that was big. And long. And, Christ, what were those hanging half way to his knees? Oranges? Cock wasn’t quite as long, just almost.

“Hey, you’re Buddy, have to be, look like your brother and that’s saying a lot of good things. Guess you figured I’m Rick. Get on back here, strip, hop in the shower, I saw you out looking for places, shit, you must be one tired stallion”. He said it with something approaching affection; I wanted to hug him. “When you get the first layer off, ain’t room for both of us but I’ll give you a mini shoulder and back massage...as wet as you are, if you need soap...well, what for?” And laughed.

I did what I was told to do being fascinated that he was shaving his head with a cut throat razor-apparently he’d worked from bottom to top, his crotch was smoother than an ice rink, just made everything that was already big look bigger. He reached in, laughed, rubbed the fuzz on my head. “Yep, you’ve met the dust...almost ready for another shave, I’ll do it for you, closer and safer than those old clippers, Jesus, I’ve seen them rip the daylights out of the skin on a man’s skull.”

Remembering what he’d said, he turned me around, put both hand on my shoulders and did indeed massage my neck, shoulders, back plus got a good deep feel of my butt. Think he liked it. “When you get through, dry down, meet me in the living room. Don’t bother to dress, like to look at you like God and Allen made you.” Laughed, gave my ass a friendly pat, zipped off the few hairs he had yet to mow down on the back of his scalp, turned, headed down the corridor by the closets, the mini kitchen, the four bunks, two on a side to the living space. I’ll say he massaged me, Jesus, those strong hands, amazingly educated, I was staying up but only because the shower stall was too small to let me collapse. Thought about what Allen had said about ‘Big’ Rick, couldn’t remember whatever it was but I hope to shout, he was certainly right.

Rick had sprawled in a chair with a small ottoman available if he wanted to put up his feet. He’d already put up his cock, full strength, undoubtedly hard.

“Come on over, sit down...” I figured I knew where. My Dad used to say about people who were too frugal, “So cheap, he wouldn’t pay a dime to see an ant swallow a bale of hay”. Somehow, call my ass ‘the ant’ and his cock the bale of hay it was going to swallow….fuck, I would’ve paid a dime-more actually-to see if my ass could eat all of his cock then...I walked toward him, his big, sunny smile.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna start off the way friends should, together. Step over me an’ move forward. I’ll do the rest.”

He did.

“He put his arms under my shoulders, lifted me just a little, told me to let my legs go limp then so slow I couldn’t tell I was moving, he lowered me on to his huge prick but….all I felt was his filling me, no pain, just that wonderful sense of being fucked ‘cuz you want to be. How long it took him, don’t know but he kept looking at me, smiling.

“Oh yeah, you got yourself one sweetheart of an ass, I could live in there, now, lets both get comfortable.”

I was fully down so he put his feet up on the ottoman which tipped me slightly forward. Turned out, that’s what he wanted. Took his two arms and drew me to him, my head ended up by his, he was stroking my chin. If I’d opened my eyes, I bet he was smiling, I sure was.

“Scared of my elephant’s trunk? some guys just walk away.”

“Um um….” He was doing something I’d never felt another man do, almost at will he was pumping it up then letting it deflate, up, down. Felt...like nothing I’d ever experienced. He turned his head, kissed me….then again.

“Okay, we’re in this for the long road. I’m gonna put my knees up some more, you lean back, settle in….you know I’m going to breed you. Sorry we haven’t known each other longer but…..” He laughed a quiet, contented laugh. “...Allen sent a lot of pictures, he knew what I was looking for….you got a helluva brother. No way anyone but him turned you out, taught you what and how to do whatever. I’m guessing he did a damn fine job….guess you know who taught him….”

I guess there were some tears, “Jesus, that awful place he works….Rick…..I can never, ever repay him, ever. I could suck cock all day while taking it up the bucket, wouldn’t pay him back.” I was leaning back, he was right, it was soo comfortable and then he took hold my cock, ran a finger around the area just above it…Grinned. “Gotta smooth that out, don’t want to get rug burn on my lip when I start sucking on you-you taste as good as your brother?...this is just getting to know each other, getting close, making friends…...”

Bad moment, but the door burst open, if only there’d been a mirror…..I knew I’d see Jimmy, wondered what his express was, somehow, “Welcome to our trailer” wasn’t going to be on it.

“What the fuck?” Hardly original but then….neither was he.  

Rick was absolutely void of expression, his voice was quiet, not quite cold but whatever he was going to say was Gospel.

“I packed up your shit, all three of you. It’s in the duffel bags on the lower bunks, take ‘em then get out. Now.”

He was so calm, never even quit slowly jacking me or giving me some really good feeling strokes up my tail. Jimmy stomped, he was squishy so I guess it was still raining, wasn’t gone a minute, pulled the door open paused, “Guess you know what he charges, cash only.” Slammed the door and was gone.

“Saves us taking out the trash.” Jesus he had a great smile. “Lets get more comfortable, I’m up for a long ride.”

I knew I must have a stupid smile but I couldn’t do anything else...and did he feel so good….wondered if we could sleep like this?

Maybe an hour later some mood must have come over Rick, suddenly he was intensely pumping both in and out, I, too, was ready to spew, I could feel a bomb of warm man sperm in me….it was such a good feeling, I almost cried. He leaned a bit forward, dragged his finger, cleaning up all the cum I’d sprayed, fed himself, then me, then himself then smiled. “ Now I know how bees make honey.”

“Turn over, I got some eatin’ to do myself.” He let me lift myself off, first thing I cleaned his dick. He got down on his knees, put me up on the ottoman, pushed me forward, rolled me up, stuck his tongue waay in me and...suckled my ass like it was a tit. I could hear him slurp, he must have really given me a bazooka load, he seemed to like it. Somehow, he rolled his tongue into almost a hard tube and in and up it went; I could feel the suction, never felt anything like it, really strange but oh so good. I knew he was getting all the good stuff; Shared it out with me, fifty fifty...couldn’t resist, ate him out just in case something got missed, we both enjoyed that.

“Okay, only good buddies fuck like that.. only...I hate that name, ‘Buddy’ so you got another name? Something your parents gave you cuz I’m guessing Allen started the buddy thing as in his little buddy….You’re a man, do a man’s work, need a man’s name.”

He was right but… “Will, folks named me Will.”

“Yep, I like that, Will, Buddy just disappeared cept when you’re around Allen...what do you call him? I’m betting it’s not Allen….”

I was a little embarrassed. “You know where he works….well...here lately I call him ‘Beef’. Rick laughed so hard he almost dumped me on the ground. “ Beef, Jesus, it’s perfect, I bet he hates it….”

“Uh, well, not all times, when we’re not around the house and I call him that he just casually reaches down and ‘adjusts’ his bulge-spect you remember his bulge, pure beef. Course when we’re around company or people we don’t know, it’s just Allen.” I thought about him. Didn’t have a watch but knew about now it’d probably be end of that shift and they’d be sluicing out the blood, getting it ready for the next pen full that was already mooing around just outside the gate to their hell….

Suddenly, I was real serious, “Rick, you know him, you really like him….we gotta do something. Nothin’ else, that place is dangerous...”.
“Yeah, something’s gotta be done….” I laid  back saying that, something had to be done...something had to be done….One Day. God I loved my  brother…

Rick reached up and pulled me so my body covered his….”Will...I promise you, nothing will happen to Allen. Nothing.” I believed him although I wondered what he could do or why I did believe him, he was just the sort of man you believed. Like Allen.

We lay there quite a while. Apparently the storm cut the electricity so no air, but out side it had cooled off significantly, we could crack the louvers and get some cool air blowing through, over our bare, sweating bodies.

“Well, when the lights go only place to be is in bed where you won’t lose somebody. Hey, lets each catch a quick splash  dry each other and, oh yeah, you’re sleeping in the big bed with me. Can’t afford to lose a man like you in the dark, gotta stay close together.” He picked me up, stood me up and started toward the bedroom with the big bed. Thought of something.

“Rick?”

“Yeah, Will?”

“Can I really bunk in with you, case I get afraid of the storm...or something” In the dark I smiled some.

He picked me up, held me to his massive chest…

“Yeah, I think that can be arranged….matter of fact, storms can rile me up as well so maybe if we both were there...somethin’ won’t show it’s ugly mug. Maybe we can go thump in the dark.” He laughed then kissed me like a man kisses another man, with intent, interest...burgeoning affection.

How he did it, don’t know how but he got both of us jammed in the shower, briefly, dried me, I returned the favor, we headed for the bed.

That room, at the end of the trailer, had the most illumination by lightning. Just enough for us to scoot around, one at each end, and calm our supposed fears by sucking on each other’s dicks. Worked, I wasn’t scared at all; Plus I was getting very familiar with his cock, not the worst thing to know, not in a dark room with him sucking on you, no, not a bad thing to know at all….

Next morning wasn’t bright and shiny, the storm had only slowed down and, we could tell, taken up residence where we were. Ricks first word was… “Mud, holy shit, must be enough mud to close us down for….God knows how long ‘n look, over there, to the Northwest, another one-if this were Winter, that’d be an Alberta Clipper….shit, we may  be here for weeks.” He stared at the sky, you could tell he’d looked at lots of skies, could read him. Reached down, scratched his balls… “That’s good coffee, ‘nother reason to keep you around.” He pulled me to him, patted my butt, kissed me and kept on looking at the sky. “You see it Will? Over there, another storm building up. C’mon, we gotta get out and get done what needs to be...you go check on the factories, see if the mud’s getting too close to them, check on them, see if they’re any signs of sinking,  get some tie downs, don’t let them start sliding...wind will do that. Bundle up, get that pair of galoshes, big oiled slicker, heavy as hell, go commando…Hell, you’re a man, get out there and work.” And he smiled. “See ya back here later and, Will, remember that lip rug burn I thought I might get from above your cock? Well I did but you were worth it. Now Git.”

Jim was never happy to see me but too smart to do much more than answer in words of only one syllable plus hand me the keys to a pickup with duallies, only way of really getting around in anything with wheels. Ford 350, old, but like many stallion trucks, it could fuck its way through whatever which was what we had, whatever. Found the equipment van, saw the guys putting poles on one side to keep it from tipping, couldn’t off load it to steady the thing, no place to put equipment that was waterproof. Men were used to rain, equipment was not.

Sandy, one of the factory drivers, was living in his cab, he’d been around, had it stocked up for long spells of nothing-ness, like today. Also, if he felt even the slightest shift, he could fire up the engine-unlike a car, more like an eighteen wheeler, the diesel took time. Started at, sometimes an achingly slow pace, he might get it moved just enough. Problem was too often there was a tree line and while the thing was probably heavy enough to take out a hedge row or two but...almost invariably on the other side was a ditch by a farm road; The ditch was more dangerous than the mud so, too often, factories had to be left where they were, just blocked so they wouldn’t tip completely on their side and then, mutherfuck, you had one hellacious job on your hands.

Sandy, big Texan who, I swear, never blinked, claimed too many hours looking into the sun fried them open. He was also a customer who endeared himself to me, to the point I gave him a discount, by trying to catch Jimmy with a hay baler-he’d succeed one day, many people hoped that. I climbed the ladder, he swung the door open just long enough to grab the slicker, pull me in without getting himself too wet. I’d strapped two large thermos jugs around my waist, refilled his with coffee and, to stay out of the rain for a bit, blew him-he was already naked-no charge. Said blowing his pipe with hot coffee in him helped pass the day, thanked me, said, if I could, he was running ‘a mite short o’vittles, anything I could do, well, he’d ‘preciate it.” Said I’d see what I could do, patted his nuts then hopped down-big mistake, I sank past my ankles on my galoshes. He was looking out for me, tossed down a line, attached it to a winch normally used to haul up kerosene, then pulled me out. Stupid fool, got me up ten feet in the air, screamed, while he laughed, ‘ ya ever been blowed jist hangin’ around?’ As I said, he was a good guy.

For the next five? Six hours I wandered from place to place doing whatever was needed; There was a winch on the bed of the pickup so now and again it was used to haul small equipment out of whatever it had got into...took supplies from place to place, gave men a ride wherever they needed to go...we all wondered what it might be like to be dry? Couldn’t remember a few days back when water was a commodity we missed. I guess it’s true, that saying about not wishing for what you want as you might get it...we were getting it.

With nothing but dense clouds, hard to judge the time of day-I hadn’t worn a watch since, well, since I started with the crew, didn’t need one; Either you were working or not, time didn’t matter. Remembering Sandy and his taste for ‘vittles’, I figured it probably was around the time supper would normally be served. It was easy to find a farm house surrounded by mostly cars, short bed pickups-ladies pickups some of the guys called them. Outside were some stands I’d learn to recognize, looked like a stick figures with two posts in front. If I’d been wearing clothes, I’d have peeled as far as I decently could, then put my boots, upside down, on the poles to dry out or just to keep dirt out of the house. Today, all I could do was park my galoshes there and went in; At least the rain would knock some of the mud off….

Nothing smells as good to a cold, wet man than a warm farmhouse kitchen with all the smells of food. Ladies were glad to see me, said they’d start making up water proofed packages for me to deliver. I’d left my galoshes outside but, naked under my slicker, all I could do was stand there an’ shiver. One of the older ladies came over to me, smiled, said, “You’re a farm boy aren’t you? Can always spot ‘em.” Well, strictly speaking I wasn’t but, as Allen had always said, be what the customer wants and while the lady was no way a customer for what I was selling, she wanted a farm boy? Got my farm boy grin-wished I’d had freckles. “ Ma’am I’m you’re farm boy, whaddya need?”

“Need to get you at least warm for a little...Lissa? Take this man upstairs, show him the shower, get him something warm for a bit...how about Bob’s robe?” Across the room some woman turned, started to climb the stairs. The lady looked me in the eye. “Got a stud on your farm? Well, that young lady is going to hand you a robe she bought for her husband…. But he got killed when a tractor rolled on him...I know a stallion when I see one so...you go on up, get a warm shower, when you come out, she’ll be there.  Guess you know how to service a mare,  never saw a farm boy who  couldn’t-some days, that’s about all I think they do...service mares….maybe sometimes each other.

Decided to jump over her last comment.“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll go get warm

She seemed to forget what she’d just told me, “Got some food ready for you to deliver when you come down.”

“Okay, know the guys will ‘preciate it...sure smells good.”

She looked at me again. “Take your time, it’ll be here when you’re...finished.” And looked away.

Climbing the stairs I thought about how I’d never fucked a woman, hell, it was probably kinda like fucking a man ‘cept they could see your eyes. As I got to the partially opened door I thought about Allen and what he told me to be…. ‘what the customer wants’.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a box, partially opened across her lap.

She pulled it out. “This was gonna be for...Bob. Good and warm...started the shower for you, might wanta check to see if it’s warm enough,  Bob always complained that it took too….”

“Ma’am, it’ll be just fine...mind if I take off my rain gear? I, uh, ‘fraid I’m not wearing anything under it, day like this….”

“I seen men’s business before, don’t worry none, just...get a good shower an’ I’ll have the robe for ya.”

“Thanks ma’am, I’ll try not to use all the hot water.” She gave me a vague smile, guess some other person...probably Bob, had said that before.

The shower served two purposes, I did get warm plus it gave me time to get my pole up and hard, figured coming out dry, warm and ready was about as good as I could do. Toweling down I thought how to ‘present’ myself, decided that coming through the door, cock in hand pretty much said what I had in mind, it’d be up to her to respond. Didn’t need to worry, I opened the door then saw she was in bed, naked, covers turned down. Okay, easy from there, I’m hot, cuz I got myself that way and all she wanted was a fuck, no romance, no kisses in the dark, no shit but a straight fuck and I could do that.

Felt sorry for Bob, he must’ve been a stallion himself cuz all I had to do was crawl in and she was on me like a lion sensing wounded prey. What I learned was that getting your cock sucked, forget the sex, felt about the same and, I’ve got to hand it to the late Bob, he had taught her just what to do. One hand kept my balls from drawing up, another pinched off the base of the sperm hose...she was preparing me to not have to do very much, just stick it in her, fuck like it was Rick’s ass and pray like a man possessed that she didn’t get herself knocked up….I had the feeling I was the only man since Bob...she was certainly acting like this was the first time in quite a long time. Jesus, she got me off fast but didn’t pull away, clearly she wanted act two….well, she got it.

We said absolutely nothing. When I finished, up on my knees just like a stallion finishing, cum dropping on her, she just turned on her side away from me and, hell, that was that. Picking up the robe, really was warm, sorry Bob didn’t live to get it, put it on, collected my slicker which had most of the water drained from it then left the room. Only thing I did in the hallway upstairs was take a towel and clean off what of mine I’d got on me. Didn’t seem like a good idea to appear downstairs, although I was sure every lady there knew….

The older lady who had set this up came over, patted me on the back, said to keep the robe but...I couldn’t, it was Bob’s whether he was there or not….she  bought it for him. Finding a niche, I changed back to my slicker, suggested we get the food loaded up and….I’d be off to deliver it. Kinda funny, I sat in the truck, which I’d pulled as close to the door as possible then they pitched the wrapped packages to me. Finally got as many as they’d made loaded in, started up, looked back, saw the lady who sent me upstairs, saw her mouth, “Thank You”...then drove away.

I made Sandy the last delivery-must have been real late as it was getting dark.

Caught a mini break when I  got to his factory, apparently the rain had gone away to look for more rain so I pulled up close, made sure I had what I hoped was a good haul for him plus I’d found a big thing of coffee. We sat there while it got dark, the coffee smelled good, he ate, said the food was great-I even  brought him some cookies they’d given me, in sealed plastic bags, so I could have a snack if I felt I needed something…. “Guess you can’t stay too long, Rick’ll be looking for you.”

“I get home when I get there, Rick understands, fuck, he may not be there, we’re not partners...”

“I ain’t been righteously fucked in some time...reckon you could do it?”

“Are you asking or suggesting or….what?”

Finished chewing a mouth full of whatever. “I’m askin’, I need it ‘n ever since you was here this mornin’ well, that’s when I knowed while I shore liked the suck job, my tail was itchy….knew you’d be back, knew you’d know how to plow an ol’ Texas cowboy.”

“It’s not raining, wanta finish what you’re doing, drop down, we could do it in the mud?” He got a funny smile. “Yeah, do it in the mud….I got a water supply so afterwards….” and he started to laugh. So did I.

It was more fun than I’d thought. Stripped naked, I shoved as much mud up his crack as I did my cock but he loved it, went two rounds then, just to make sure I didn’t have anything left, blew me. He forgot to mention all he had was cold water but, hell, the temperature of the water makes no difference when your getting mud out of everything. Good thing we were all pretty much shaved, made it easier. Finally swung down from his cab, just wearing my galoshes, carrying the slicker and headed home. He leaned out, stuck his still hard cock with him, yelled to come  back when he was more set up for company, maybe stay the night….In the rear view mirror I could see him waving, just never blinked. Maybe he was right, maybe they were fried open...wondered how long it would be until mine, too, never closed, only saw sun and dark….

Like I said to Sandy, when I got  back to the trailer, Rick wasn’t there. Didn’t expect him to be. With the rain and the mud and all the responsibilities, wouldn’t have surprised me if I was in bed asleep when he came rolling in. Grab a shower then crawl in, one tired little teddy bear. If he didn’t even seem to notice I was there, completely understood-you had to work as we did to truly understand the word “tired”. Funny but...as I lay in bed, clean, I wondered about….Bob, the dead guy. Must have been nice...maybe I could scoot around, find some nice guy who could...pay the widow a call, only trouble is...with our crew, we would all move on and I doubted if she would like a few one night stands….wondered what Bob looked like? I closed my eyes, thought of Allen...at least he was out of the slaughter house...was dreaming...I was back in the house, climbing the stairs, into the bedroom where it was night...two guys, all I could hear was just a little conversation...One called the other Allen...he answered, Bob….I’ve missed you….dark...Oh, Allen, oh yeah, oh…..

I smelled coffee...rolled over, opened one eye, saw Rick, still dressed but drooping. Both hands on the little shelf by the coffee maker were barely holding him up. Got out of bed, told him to go shower, hit the sack, I’d finish the coffee, bring him a mug. He turned and tried to smile… “Okay...yeah, good plan, see you in bed.” I stood there, heard the shower, maybe ran long enough to get warm, heard him get in, get out, towel, hit the bed. Turned off the coffee maker, it wasn’t what he needed, not then. Well, his body was there, if he wasn’t out cold, he was on the way. Covered him up-something he’d been too tired to do-got back in, didn’t even try and lay by him, he needed, desperately, rest, sleep….as long as he could. Only thing that worried me was...how soon until we all had to get back to work? This time I dreamt that Rick was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing Bob’s robe then just fell backwards and was gone….sleep, exhaustion….mud. I could hear it raining so that pretty much told me what my day might be….yep, that’s what it would be alright...wondered if the nice ladies were making cookies….?

Next time around it was light. What time? The microwave had a clock timer so I figured out it was after six, real late for us. Rick….hadn’t moved but one thing, in the dim room, easy to see a large bruise, covered most of his left shoulder, right below an eye that was going to get blacker as the day went on.  At least he was still sleeping. Closed the sliding door to the room, found a walkie talkie and started looking for anyone who answered; Bryan did. First thing, he asked if Rick was okay which meant he knew something I didn’t. Quick, hate walkie talkies, seems he’d fired Jimmy and the other two, didn’t take it well, tried to hold him while Jim fired a couple of shots into his gut, then his eye….course….they forgot he wasn’t called ‘Big Rick’ for nothing, took all three of them out, drove them to the sheriff-he had the evidence of their crime on him, said, hell yeah, he’d file charges, tried to walk out, passed out and, Bryan heard, couple of the county cops brought him home.

Taking more authority than I had, I told Bryan to ride herd on the day, I’d be up and moving, just had to make sure Rick was okay. He told me not to worry, no one was moving, hadn’t rained as hard, he thought there might even be a break coming. We could only hope.

That was the day I got fully dressed, fuck the rain, and belted on Rick’s gun. First was to check on him, thought about ice bags but...all that would do was make the bed a cold swamp. Called Bryan back, got his location, told him I was going to do a whip round to see how things were but if he’d please scoot over in an hour, make sure Rick did not leave the trailer...almost asked him if he had cuffs to make sure my man would stay home. Bad as he must feel, he probably would...just not for long.

My first chore was to get back to the farm house where, I’d guessed right, the ladies were cooking, making big jugs of coffee. They set up an umbrella covered avenue from the farm to my truck and loaded me up. One thing….I found the lady who’d sent me upstairs….then couldn’t quite ask her the question...she half smiled, said Lissa was much better, thanks for asking. Almost offered to...but didn’t. I think she saw that. “I’ll tell her you asked after her, son, I’ll thank you for her….” She shook that off, looked around, smiled at me, said to be back in four hours or so, they’d have more ready and wrapped. And why I did it...I put my arm around her, kissed her, said it was from all the guys in the mud….then hopped in the truck and would have roared away if I hadn’t slid in a deep mud whole and did a 180. Hope the ladies had the doors closed but they lived with farmers and ranchers, probably wasn’t much they hadn’t heard.

Made the rounds handing out food, checking to see how thing were, anything anyone needed? Word got around, several of the guys said that...when Jim and that bunch got out of jail they were gonna pick them up and ride them out of a muddy field on a wedged piece of steel-somebody, a name I didn’t recognize, was cutting the sharpened edge now….just in case we ever needed something like that. Dropped by Sandy, gave him a big thing of coffee, food, some extra cookies….He gave me his big cowboy hat, had a plastic covering so water ran off, made it was easier than my yellow slicker cap. Told him about Rick….didn’t take it too well, asked if I could, well, maybe, IF Rick was better, well, wondered if I could, uh...spend the night. Good view from up high on the factory…? Patted his nuts, kissed his cheek, winked, told him to stay shaved…. and scrambled down the ladder.

When I pulled up to the trailer, Bryan was just coming out. He hopped into my truck-he had a wicked ATV that was more fitted to war than harvest but it got him around. Even with the tires axle deep in mud, he could still get it going and quick. Said Rick was in a lot of pain, guess where they got him in the gut….he’d put hot compresses there, ice on his eye….was glad I was there...then mounted up what he called “The Killer” and slammed through the mud wherever he was going.

I was wet so stripped in the front area then went on back. He was laying on his back, not moving, eyes just sort of open, looked down, saw me, almost smiled.

“Hey, told you not to play with those guys.” Tried to make a joke but...it wasn’t much. “Understand you won the trophy.” He nodded. “I got coffee, good food, wait, I’ll fix you a plate.”

“Just coffee, my jaw hasn’t returned to eat mode….”

“What can I do...”

“What you’re doing, sending Bryan...Will, I know you care about me...just right now….”

“Sure, right now what you need is rest.”

“The sheriff gave me some pain pills, could you find them? Think they’re in a shirt pocket in an envelope.” I hustled around.

“I’ll get you some water….that hot coffee might not feel…”
“Yeah, I can swallow ‘em without water.” I handed him the small stiff paper envelope. He opened, tipped it up, poured all of them in his mouth and, he was right, swallowed them.

“Holy Shit, Rick….I don’t think...how many were you supposed to….”

He looked at me and tried to smile. “There you go, taking care of me...all that’ll happen will be I’ll knock myself out...I’ll be fine. Here’s what you do, take a shower, change clothes, then get back out there and do what I’d do. I told Bryan to get the word out, everyone took orders from you just like it was me. Fuck, can’t even kiss you.”

Whatever he took seemed to work...he garbled on a few more words until his eyes closed. I did wish I knew what he’d taken….thought I’d call the sheriff, he’d know. Then did what I’d been told to do, showered, found the only other set of dry clothes I had, got my boots, slicker and, suddenly a little bit of fond ness that got me hard as I put on Sandy’s hat.

Days, maybe a week went by. The thing about mud is...it can look dry on top but half an inch down and it was just as sloppy, gooey as it if had just poured. Some parts of certain of the fields had been substantially cut and  by ramming an opening through the hedge row, we could get a couple of the factories on their way to the next job, not far, maybe six miles but it was progress. Bryan and Sam-maybe they were partnered, maybe not, didn’t care, were more help than I could have hoped for. Both of them had done this for a couple of years and knew what to tell me to do. Fact was….they both wanted to be farmers, they, too, had a One Day….and I had an idea.

Lou, the lady who seemed to run the cooking place, and I got to be on good terms, she knew she could rely on me, I’d get food out, see all the men were fed;  In this situation which standing still but in chilly, muddy, disgusting weather, food was what made the difference, something to look forward to. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything but while we were waiting to set up the umbrella line to get food passed to me in the truck, I suggested to her….well, I’d heard one of the man, nice guy, clean, hard worker, wanted to be a farmer, was saving his money towards buying some small place, working it himself. We looked at each other. I could see her considering…. “Think he might come with you some time?” I could guarantee it. She thought...end of work, he’d need a shower, something warm….I agreed. We didn’t say much else but the next evening, found I’d left something where the ladies were cooking, would Sam go get it? Hand it back to me the next day. Fine, he’d do it. Told him to ask for Lou, she’d most likely know where it was….

Truth to tell, Rick was scaring me, didn’t seem to get better, his gut was troubling him, he needed a doctor. Only thing I knew to do was...go to the sheriff, see if had something more for pain then inquire about where to find a doctor...one that made house calls in a muddy field.

“You’re Will, aren’t you. Live with Rick.”

Had to admit to that.

“One of them stupid asses I got back there told me something about you...True?”

I looked down then right at him. “Guess it depends on what they told you. Some say they’re lying sacks of shit.”

He grinned. “Well, I didn’t need to be told that, some things are just plain obvious. One of them said...you were a man with a talented tongue...that true?”

“Yep, it’s a family tradition, my brother and I think it’s genetic. Uh, I  would be proud to help the law out if there was some way I could? Being first responders and all.” I stepped toward him. “I can unzip them with my teeth or, if you want a front and back, well, I ‘spose we’d need a cell with a bed, I don’t do floors…. or windows.”

“How about a hot shower? That feel good? Got some jail house clothes….that don’t look like jail house, while you get warm, I’ll get some place comfortable….when you’re all hot and dry...try cell 6, kinda off the beaten path, fact is, that’s kinda my home away from home.” I grinned at him, he reached down, threw me a couple of large towels…

“It’s late...you wouldn’t mind if I spent the night?”

“I’ll lock us in just to make sure we’re safe...” and he really grinned.

The shower was a large room probably used for when there were several prisoners to be processed. As it was, just a large room with several spigots, all of which I turned on and pointed at me.

I never seen a rain room, heard about them. The sheriff, naked, joined me; Holding a man when you’re both warm and wet and nibbling wherever looks nibbleable is a genuine pleasure. He was a hard body, bit shorter than me but that flesh stretched over him like well worn leather chaps on a stud biker. Good looking although….that’s not what I cared about. “Meat suit you?” He held up his cock, already getting stiff, then turned around where he had three fingers up his ass...I wondered….some invitations are subtle...but his…..

I stepped to him, he faced me, while I got my fingers good and wet, only one question… “Got something slippery around here?” He just grinned, picked up a squirt can of liquid soap….

“Hey, I can make your tail blow bubbles...while I’m blowing you...” First thing was to start the beginnings of a fist back there while I sank to my knees up front. He was no stranger to this activity, his ass while not as wide as Carlsbad Caverns, opened up all the way; I was in past my wrist in three minutes. Up front, nice prong, medium length but almost a beer can-wouldn’t take much to get him moaning, down on the floor. Easier. One arm between his legs and his short arm in my mouth while I massaged his ass chute walls with fingers that had done this before-Thank You Allen! I knew he’d shoot quick which was what I wanted, with my fist impaling him, good time to force his cock to give me a second blow, that good old fashioned edging which is hard enough but with your ass having a friend stuck in….thought I might have to cuff him to something just to keep him in one place.

I snarled as I ate his meat, pulled the hair in his crotch, squeezed his nuts trying to  force another load...and I knew there was one….eventually. I was about the right distance up his ass, thought about going for his prostate but pleasure needs to be doled out. Something told me I’d just made a friend in law enforcement, a good friend.

Time to concentrate on one side so slowly exited his rear, leaving me with two hands to destroy him up front. The suddenly available hand seized first one nipple then the other-I could feel his cock harden up even more-the old nipple to prick trick- while he tried to escape his sexual prison...couldn’t do it, not until I was ready. My only fear was we’d run out of hot water and doing all this in the cold….suddenly I finished him off then let him lay there, panting, while his cock first shot then drooled cum. A willing mouth was there to sop it up then take it to him.

On his  back, no fight left, he was stunned to find out...now he had to fuck me, after all, that’s what he wanted wasn’t it? “If you made me, I couldn’t get it up to fuck a knot hole in the floor.”

I disagreed and began to show him how wrong he was.

“Jesus, Will, don’t do me a third time, don’t, please….”

“Sheriff, this isn’t for you, I haven’t had my supper yet and I can see a lot of protein right in front of me. Want to be cuffed? Can be fun that way…..”

Conveniently, there were several pair of cuffs plus some manacles hanging on the shower room wall….shame there were no points to attach to something so I just made do with cuffed wrists, behind his back then dragged the manacles up from each ankle to the wrists.  I wondered if he’d plead innocent or guilty but...innocence was a bird long gone, headed South forever. Took me an hour-finally had to gag him with a  towel but, son of a gun, he did have a third one in him. Couldn’t find any reason to release him so just carried him back to cell 6, dried him off, rearranged the hardware then secured him to his bunk, pulled the door closed, liked the clank, took the key and wandered back  to the main office. Wondered how I’d look as Sheriff. I’ll be go to fuck, most of his uniform fit me just fine.

Seated behind the desk, phone rang. “Deputy Will.”

“Hey, is Beau around? This be Jed.”

“Hey, sorry, he’s out...somewhere, probably stuck in the mud, anything I can do?”

“Who’d you say you was? Deputy Will?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t recall….”

“New hire, just came up from Pond Creek, Oklahoma...come on by, say howdy. Sheriff should be back directly….”

“Okay, maybe…”

I gave him ten minutes, tops-country curiosity is stronger than a force 5 on the tornado scale. Wondered how he’d fit in with the sheriff? Maybe cock to cock, all nicely cuffed and, for real, stuffed. Even if he never had, he was going to.

Soon as I heard the sound of a vehicle pull up, got a gun, got behind the door and got behind him. That’s the nice thing about a surprise, they’re not expecting one. Had him cuffed and marched back to Cell 6, at gun point, got him stripped then, took a little work, ungagged the sheriff but filled him with cock just as I filled his new buddy’s mouth with his cock. Found a blanket to put over them, didn’t want them getting cold. I planned on letting this play for about an hour, let them have fun, as I figured they would once the surprise factor wore off. Course, I didn’t know if the new guy was into man meat but something just said to me, he might well  be. Standing around the corner and listening to the slurp I felt I’d guessed right. If nothing else, this wasn’t the first time they’d met each other.

I let it go for about an hour, stripped, put back on the boots which I quite liked, then dropped around Cell 6 to see how things were going. Very still, but...one could sense, very satisfied. Good, that’s how I like men, satisfied. Unlocked the cage, they both looked at me, brought along a stool which I  plunked myself down on giving my nuts space to hang down.

“Glad to know you gents have gotten acquainted but, I gotta say, I’m betting this wasn’t the first time.” I saw two pair of eyes that smiled, seemed to confirm what I’d just said. “ Well gents, times up, you’re laying on a bed I was promised so….” I got up, unlocked everything, let them lay there so they got all their circulation back…. “If you don’t mind sheriff, I’ll let the two of you go shower, it’ll feel real good, I’ll pull off  your boots and sack out.”

I could see Beau’s smirk. “Will, this is the doctor you wanted for Rick.”

“Good.” I pulled off one of his beautiful, tall black shiny boots. “ Take him over and make sure he does good  work.” The other boot hit the floor. “Shame I have to give these back, wouldn’t last two minutes in the mud. Now, you two, scoot, I’m tired and, Beau, on your way out, don’t lock me in...I’d take that as a sign you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

He came over, pulled the covers over me… “I can get you a pair of those boots.”

“Fine but for now, this blanket sure feels good and you have a doctor to take to a patient, I’d appreciate it if, when you come back, you slide in, lock us in and tell me how he’s doing.” I rolled over and was almost instantly gone.

Funny thing, life is what happens when you’re expecting something else. It seems the guys who’d been sharpening a pole to give Jim and his buddies a slicing ride out of town, came by jail, forced the Deputy and the Doc  in to a cell, stripped them, got the key to the cell where their ‘buddies’ were. Guess the suddenly rescued thought they were home free...not everyone is friendly as they look. When Beau got back, not only did he pull out a spare set of Sheriff’s duds but some boots to go with it.

Seems I didn’t have the whole story just right but he truly wanted me to know. He and the Doc were just sitting in his office when they was jumped by guys they’d never seen. Locked the two of them in a cell, took their ‘not so buddies’ out, loaded them on this sharp pipe thing-stole some cuffs, too, and...well, he guessed they’d crossed the county line ‘cuz that’s where his jurisdiction ended. Oh, and his deputy, who’d been out helping the guys stuck in the mud, came back, found the prisoners had escaped but...rather than report that first, unlocked the Sheriff and the Doctor-who had a very sick patient he needed to get to but let the Sheriff, it was his office, call the state authorities but, due to the hour, all he could do was leave a message. Doc left to attend to his patient, sheriff and the deputy tried to figure how they got in and out and that took us to where we were.

“Sound about right to you?”

“Just like it happened.”

He stood up, stretched, suggested he needed to put the deputy in witness protection for at least that night….everything else was under control. Fact was, just to make sure he was safe, he’d join him.

You just cannot replace a good night’s sleep with a warm man under a good blanket in a cool room. I Gaur-an-tee it.

Early, of course, next morning I had to stop playing deputy and return to being a hard working son of a bitch. Whatever the Doc had done to Rick, including putting his arm in a very tightly taped sling-with orders to leave it that way-he was significantly better. Well, I knew Rick...maybe why I brought a manacle with a long chain from Beau’s place which, when snapped on his ankle, let him get to the john, make coffee and...that was all. Pushed the tv where he could see it, gave him a stack of porn CD’s told him I’d see him round, Bryan-who had no key-would check on him, not to go any place then left. Was he going to be pissed at me? Hell yes. Did I care? Hell no.

We were actually drying up...some. I didn’t know how to gauge the viscosity of the soil under the top which, almost, would support a man. Almost. Don’t ask. I did the whip round, found who needed what, stopped by Sandy’s, promised him coffee just as soon as….he suggested he needed a snack while he waited; I could-and did-do that. (Wondered if Allen taught him to suck cock?)  On to the farm house where...I wasn’t the first field hand there. Sam and Lissa were sitting at the end of the big table. Lou winked, gestured to follow her.

Parlors, as they’re called in farm houses, are the clean kerchief in the pocket of the place. Everywhere else can stink of manure, sweat, heat….just not the parlor. It was too quiet; Must have been a great door cuz the minute Lou closed it, silence. She picked up the standard, they’re in every farm house parlor, picture album, handed it to me opened to a page. Two fine looking men, one of them Beau the other….I guessed, the deceased Bob. From his ball cap, advertising machine oil, to the sleeves ripped from his blue chambray shirt to his overalls with only one strap done, to his freckled, laughing face, he was a farmer, nothing else was possible

“Didn’t mention it but...I’m Lissa’s Mom, afraid you wouldn’t, uh, do your duty.” She was right...for all sorts of reasons. “Beau and Bob were almost  brothers, spent so much time together...” she laughed a quiet laugh thanks to memory… “I often thought I was the mother-in-law to both of them...that close”. She looked directly at me. “I pretty much know how close, doesn’t matter now, what does is...there’s two unhappy people...well, maybe one, you saw them at the table just now...Thanks for Sam, it was almost instant but that leaves me with my other sorta son”… she turned the page, full length picture of Beau standing  by his Sheriff’s car, smiling….

“Fine man...I’m, I’m sorry for his loss as well...shame he and Lissa...”

Lou shook her head, looked at me… “Will, where did you sleep last night?” She paused, looked at me. “You’d be a fine deputy...course, only after you get your education, shame to waste your scholarship….” I just stared at her.

“Last year, your brother Allen, Beau, Bob….lets say they went fishing a lot, the way I heard it, they all caught what the wanted. I’ve kept up with Allen, he knew you were headed this way, just wanted to make sure you weren’t a skeleton, make sure you got some food into you...” I smiled at her.

“What do you want….?” And then she almost knocked me to the floor.

“I guess you didn’t know Allen is here, fact is, right now, I’m guessing he’s wherever Rick is….that’s how that is.”

I forgot myself. “Shit, I’ve got the key….Sorry Ma’am.”

She laughed. “If need be, those two’ll wiggle out of anything...Fine man, your brother. Wants everything for you, figgers you’ve worked hard, are working hard, you’ll earn whatever it is you want.”

One Day….

“I’m a college woman myself, almost three years until, well...” She smiled. “...I met a farmer, good looking cuz, way I think, I got knocked up the first time...I’d had it with college, it was fine but I know farming, Lissa knows farming and, by the looks of it...so does Sam. One favor Will….”

“If I can.”

“Leave him here...he goes on with the harvest and, well, some days, weeks from now, when he’s got a bit  more saved up, he’ll see a farm….”

“It won’t have Lissa on it...”

“No, it won’t”. I could see her eyes look at me, she wasn’t a woman who would plead for anything but this was her child and she’d asked….

Put my arms around her, gave her a hug….. “Lou, all I can say is...we’ll have to see but….you know my brother and me….” She smiled. “We’ve made a lot of things, surprised people now and then.” She turned, opened the door which admitted reality. Smelled good, but it was reality.

That night in his cell, Beau propositioned me-first one I’d ever had that left me with my clothes on…..well, it would have been if I hadn’t already taken them off. Beau was involved in some casual dick sucking which caused his conversation to start and stop.

“Good university ‘bout hundred ten miles….”

“Deeper. Got it shaved for you.”

“...from here and I hear they’ve….”

“Oh yeah, eat those balls, give ‘em a good chew...”

“...school of Criminal Justice, one of the….”

“Got a finger for my ass?”

“...best. And..well I heard they….”

“Deeper.”

“...got a full ride scholarship...”

“Uhm hum...that’s what I want right now, full ride...”

He backed down a little, held my prong in his hand, looked up at me. “Got it for you, even take you as a late entry after harvest.”

“Finish me off while I think about it.” But I didn’t need to think, just toying with him to encourage him sucking my dick.

Months later Rick and I were hunkered down on the edge of a field we’d finished cutting just outside Medicine Hat, Alberta. Tell you something, that part of Canada is just as boring as Kansas, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana...and then you cross the border.

“Gonna snow tonight, finished right on the money...you think mud is bad? Think frozen mud and snow.” He had a point. “You know...Allen’s coming up, well, to my place in Calgary.”

“He staying long?”

Rick looked down at the ground…. “Don’t know….you’re closer to him than anyone, thought he might have said something to you.” He paused, waiting, maybe hoping, I had an answer. Kinda did.

“Well, he said of all the dicks he’s sucked, of all the asses he’s fucked, you’re number one.” It was mean but hey, I’m the kid brother, you gotta do shit like this, you just gotta. “That is, you’re number one of the men that aren’t his brother...” Had to look at him and grin. He just looked further down but I could see the smile, big one. I did know something else, time to tell him.

“He loves you, guess you know that...way he figures it, winter he lives in Canada, the rest of the time….” I gestured at the field, thought I felt something cold on my cheek. He was holding me and one of his tears had turned into a snow flake.

We sat there, not much to say. Nothing to say just the niceness of being side  by side. Put a big arm around my pumped up bicep. “Spose you’re going off to school….be a law man.” I just nodded my head. “He’s a lucky cocksucker...”

“Hey, that’s my job, you know, me and Allen the cocksucker brothers….”

After the graduation ceremonies, I was still wearing my cap and gown, Beau was driving, Lou was in the back seat. Nobody said much, let her off at her place, Sam, Lissa plus their two year old son, Bob, were waiting for her. Congratulated me…

Back at the Sheriff’s office, well, it wasn’t quite what I’d expected. Some dude I didn’t know was there, Beau was smiling. “My special present...take your clothes off. Only one way to know you’re a deputy, mine at least.

Two hours later I had a six pointed star inked on my shoulder and on my breast. “Here….” Pulled out a stack of boxes all wrapped in paper printed in camouflage…. “Open ‘em.”

I knew what they’d be, the custom tailored uniforms...then, after I put them on, one last thing, he sat me in a chair, pulled my new shiny  black boots on my feet, unsnapped my pants and blew me. Across from us, I could see the wheat in the field, knew, before long, guys we knew would come through leaving us with just an empty field. At least for that year.

Of course, he had to make it all ‘official’. Stripped me, cuffed me, frog marched me back to Cell 6, chained me to the bed, pulled out his cock for me to suck. I believe he mentioned something about...how that cock I had in my mouth was the only thing that would ever be there ‘cept for food or dentures when I needed them.

Deputy Will just nodded his head, closed his eyes and kept on feeding.

We could hear the wind rising, the wheat seemed to agree with the deputy, the field like Beau and me….went on forever.