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= CABBAGE PATCH COWBOY By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 4



Morgan didn't hang around. He paid his respects to Buck's parents,
hugged and kissed Waddie and told him to mind his Uncle Buck.

"I love you, Dad. Don't worry,...we'll work things out somehow. I have
faith in you."

"I love you, too, Son. I feel better about you being here. For now,
it's the right thing to do. See, Baby, Daddy's trying." Waddie hugged and
kissed his dad one last time.

Morgan left and his uncle told Waddie to come upstairs with him. Waddie
came to the bottom of the stairs and his uncle couldn't help picking him up
and carrying him up the stairs. Waddie felt like a young prince with his
own man servant to cater to his needs. Buck and his parents showed Waddie
more love the first afternoon in their home than Waddie ever got from the
three in his home.

"One of these days, I'm gonna' turn around and you'll be too big for me
to pick up. You don't mind Uncle Buck getting in a lot of this while
you're still small, do you? Then I can remember how wonderful and special
you were to me when you were this size. I have a feeling you're going to
be wonderful and special to me for many years to come."

"Lord, no, Uncle Buck. I don't mind. It'll keep my boots from wearing
out."

Buck roared with laughter but Waddie was thinking, 'Did he just call me
wonderful? Special? No one's ever called me wonderful or special before.'

Buck took Waddie into his big room. It was not unlike the man who lived
there; huge. It was on a corner of the house and boasted eight windows;
four on each side. It was originally two large bedrooms with a bath next
to the other. Buck and his dad, with Morgan's help, knocked out the wall
between the two rooms, but since it was a main bearing wall they had to run
a heavy laminated header across the span and brace it on the ends and
equally space with two other post. The two rooms together made one huge
room. When the windows were open there was always a nice current of air
though the room.

The room smelled like his uncle. Aftershave, hard milled soap, old
spice, leather, boots, tack, horse sweat, and the gentle, lingering scent
of his Uncle Buck's musky, male odor. The same smell Waddie smelled when
he laid his head in his uncle's lap while he was in the hospital. It was
highly intoxicating then and it was now. He loved it. He immediately took
his clothes off and stood naked in front of his uncle. Buck smiled at him.

"You been talking to your dad, Son?" Buck asked quietly.

"Yes, Sir. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me."

"Well, wait a minute and Uncle Buck will join you." Waddie watched his
uncle undress and even helped him with his big boots. The more clothing
the big man removed Waddie noticed something strange was happening to his
pee-pee. It was growing and sticking straight out; he didn't know why. By
the time Buck was fully naked Waddie's little dick was hard as a rock.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yeah, Sweet baby?"

"Why is my pee-pee like this? It ain't never done this before." Buck
glanced down and threw back his big head and laughed. Buck squatted down
to Waddie's height and opened his arms for Waddie to come to him. Waddie
didn't hesitate.

His body was pressed tight against his angel's naked body and it was
fine. He felt his little legs were impeding his uncle's cock so he simply
spread his legs and it popped up between them. Then as if it were a
natural thing to do he closed his little legs around it. He looked in
Buck's eyes. They both saw a glint of mischief in each other's eyes and
laughed together.

"That was very thoughtful of you, young man, and I appreciate you
helping me hold it there. It gets so damn heavy carrying that big thing
around all day, that kind a gives it a little rest."

"You feel good, Uncle Buck. Is it wrong to think you feel good to me?"

"Course not! You should never be ashamed of your body and if you have a
buddy you're comfortable with and he's comfortable with you when you share
things with him like this then it feels good to both of you."

"Do I feel good to you, Uncle Buck."

"Never held't anybody who felt better'n you, Sweet baby. You and me was
buddies the minute I walked through that hospital door. I saw that hungry
look in your eyes that said, "Please God, let this big cowboy be my buddy."
I knew it, too. I didn't have any choice in the matter. I knew right then
and there, if I had to change my life around, I had to be that little
cowboy's buddy."

"How did you read my mind like that, Uncle Buck, 'cause that's exactly
what I was thinking?"

"Weren't no magic to it, Cowboy, and I'm not real sure how it happened
but for one brief moment I could hear your thoughts.

Waddie couldn't remember being held by a naked man before, not even his
dad, but somehow this felt awful damn good. He not only felt good but more
wanted than any other time in his life. He felt his buddy, his angel, his
friend, had that right to hold him close any damn time he wanted. He knew
with the openness of a child there wasn't anything wrong with it. It
wasn't perverse or something he needed to feel ashamed about. It felt good
to feel his body pressed up against the man he had come to adore in such a
short period of time. His Uncle Buck just felt right. In his arms was
where Waddie belonged. He was welcome. He was wanted. He was loved. The
big man who was holding him would have fought with his life in the balance
for this boy and did. He had the medals and scars to prove it. Buck
Claymore made a commitment to a frightened little boy and he made a promise
to himself whenever this child needed the shelter of his arms they would
always be open to him. The man kept that promise to the child all his
life. Waddie was never turned away from his buddy's, his angel's arms.

It's not the act of a parent holding his child while nude that's
perverse it's the society that imposes out dated mores due to man's snail
like pace in accepting belief systems that work for them instead of living
by standards set down by sheep herders over two thousand years ago.

Buck moved him back just a little and looked down.

"Okay, now, Darlin' Look down there at your Uncle Buck's dick. What do
you see?"

"It got bigger, straight and hard like mine."

"You wanna' feel it?"

"Sure, if you don't mind. Is it okay?"

"Course it is, Son. Anytime we're here together with our clothes off
you don't never have to ask. Just let me know before you do, so's I won't
jump like a bullfrog on a' hot rock and go through the roof. Okay?
Sometimes your old Uncle Buck gets a little goosey." Waddie giggled.

"Sure, Uncle Buck, I'll remember." Waddie knelt down in front of his
uncle and took his huge dick in both his little hands to feel it's hardness
and marveled at it. He very gently took his uncle's low hanging balls in
his little hands and gently felt each ball inside. With his uncle
squatting down in front of him they hung within four inches of the floor.
They reminded Waddie of a bull he saw sometimes on the property across the
way from the ranch. Uncle Buck's had to be that big or bigger he'd wager.

"Damn. You're big all over, Uncle Buck."

"I'm a' thinking you're gonna' be, too, young'un. When I was your age
my old dick wasn't nearly as big as your's is now."

"Really?"

"I'm telling you the truth. Later, I'll show you some pictures of me
and your dad when we were just about your age. But you wanted to know why
your dick got hard like that. Can I feel yours?"

"Oh, sure, you let me touch your's, it's only fair." Buck smiled gently
and took hold of Waddie's ample cock. Ample for his size and age. Buck
wasn't joking with his nephew, Waddie was quite a bit bigger than he was at
five years old and he was hard as a rock."

"Damn, Waddie, that thing's rock hard ! Is this the first time it ever
did this?"

"Yes, Sir. Ain't never happened to me before. Is it normal or do I
have to go back to the hospital?" Buck laughed and pulled Waddie to him
again.

"No, no . . . Cowboy. It's normal. Mine's hard, too. It means you
like someone's body. You see them and would like to feel your body touch
their's and then nature sends a lot of blood to your penis and it gets
hard. It'll go away in a minute."

"When I watched you take your clothes off that's all I could think about
was how wonderful laying next to you might feel." Buck got choked up from
the innocence of his nephew and the unbridled candor of his unwitting
sentiment.

"That's about the sweetest damn thing anyone's ever said to this old
cowboy, Waddie. And, you know why it was so sweet? Because it came from
the honesty of a an innocent heart. If all the world could deal with each
other with such honesty, there would be no more war. Get up here and we'll
just see how it feels. How 'bout that?" He put his hands under Waddie's
arms and raised him up and onto his big bed. Buck crawled up beside Waddie
and pulled him as close as he could in the spoon position. He kissed him
on his neck and gently rubbed his little back.

"Well, does it feel like you thought it would, Cowboy?"

"No, Sir. Much better. I've never had anyone hold me like this Uncle
Buck," he couldn't help himself, he was so overcome by the love he felt
coming from his uncle he started crying. Buck knew why he was crying and
soothed him. Buck actually felt the depth of this child's pain for an
instant and almost withdrew his hand in disbelief. He hadn't felt that
much pain shoot through his body when he was wounded. This small,
beautiful, helpless child so starved for love tugged at his heart like the
chain to a pocket watch on a fat man.

Buck was beginning to carve out a picture of what this little boy had
been through and he didn't like the images that were running through his
mind. Waddie was crying from joy and confusion. He didn't know how nor if
he should risk accepting Buck's affection because love was always been
given to him with a string attached. As quickly as the love starved child
would grab for a small piece it would quickly be pulled away. Set
up/rejection. Set up/rejection. Over and over again. Now, here he was
laying in the arms of his own personal well spring of love and it was
overwhelming.

Surely he would drown in his uncle's love. Waddie never ventured down
the trail that leads to the shore of the waters of belonging. No one ever
showed him the way. He wasn't really sure belonging was something meant
for him. He knew he wasn't perfect but he tried to be good. He knew
nothing of the gentle ebb and flow of an accepting tide as it gently comes
and goes, rises and falls, gives and takes, to wash over and nourish a
small soul. Nor had he waded, hand in hand, into the shallows of
affection's calming sea. Now, he found himself in the middle of a
boundless ocean of purest love and he didn't even know how to dog paddle.

"Well, ya' better get use to it, Pilgrim," Buck said in his best John
Wayne imitation, to the small empty vessel in his arms, "'cause your Uncle
Buck's a huggin' fool and once he gets a pretty little boy in his arms he
don't never let go. Why, I've been known to crawl in a cave in the fall
with a pretty little boy like you; . . . hold him in my arms; . . . tell
him I love him; . . . steal all his kisses he has saved up: . . . whisper
to him how wonderful and special he is; . . . how lucky I am to have a
little buddy like him to hold; . . . and not come out 'til spring." Buck
growled like a bear and exchanged Waddie's tears for gales of laughter and
giggles. Then Waddie lay quiet for a moment.

"Something wrong, Darlin'?'

"No, Sir, I was just trying to figure out whether I really did die and
this is heaven." Buck rolled on his stomach throwing his arm over on top of
his nephew. He didn't want him to see the water in his eyes.

"No, Sweet baby, you didn't die. This is how people can be with each
other, Son, without shame or pretense, when they love each other, without
conditions or restrictions, just the honest caring of two buddies enjoying
each other's company. Love flows freely back and forth. I feel your love
and I know you're feeling mine. I don't think that smile's left your face
for more'n five minutes since you got here. But that's good to see, Son,
that's damn good to see. So, as long as we're up here in our world, we
don't wear no clothes.

'Cause with no clothes, everyone's reduced to a common denominator.
That's a fancy way of saying everybody's on the same level. We're most all
born with the same equipment so no man's better'n any other when he's
naked. 'Sides that, it makes you more outgoing when you're out with people.
I don't know why, it just does, and one other thing I've noticed, it ain't
real easy to lie to a naked man for some reason.

I make an exception for winter time, 'cause you really need something to
help conserve your body heat. We get one of those 'blue northerns' come
rolling across the sky, it get colder'n an Eskimo's noonies up here."

"What's an Eskimo noonie, Uncle Buck?"

"These, silly, . . . " Buck reached over and lightly pinched Waddie's
teat. He looked at his uncle with a twinkle in he eye. Buck knew he was
gonna' get it back for damn sure.

"My dad told me, whatever someone touches on your body, gives you the
right to touch it on their body." Buck couldn't believe how fast the kid's
hands were, got both his teats at the same time, then Waddie rolled over on
his belly and laughed his ass off. Buck couldn't help but laugh. It was
good to see his nephew laugh.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes! If your old man comes over to visit,
he's gotta' take his clothes off, too! Them's my rules. No exceptions!
Think you're gonna' be comfortable with that, Cowboy?"

"I'm more comfortable than I've ever been in my life, Uncle Buck;
especially with you. You talk with me, Uncle Buck. You take time to
explain things to me, you don't talk down to me, you assume I have some
intelligence, and best of all, you listen to what I have to say. Ain't
never had nobody do that before, not even my dad. My dad don't listen to a
thing I say. He tells me he always knows better because he's bigger and
older. What I have to say don't matter anyway 'cause I'm just a kid who
don't know nothing, so why take the time to listen. That's why I ended up
on the floor of that closet. Nobody listened. I don't want to end up
there again, Uncle Buck." Waddie held tight to his uncle and the tears
started again.

"I promise you, it won't happen on my watch, Cowboy. But, if you feel
the urge, you get frightened so bad you need to hide then your old buddy
will be right in there with ya'"

"You can't sit in a closet, Uncle Buck, it's only for kids." Waddie said
through his tears..

"The hell I can't! I'd go anywhere my buddy goes if he needs me."

Buck soothed him and held him. He didn't tell him to stop, he figured
the boy had a right to a few tears. Buck was not at all what Waddie hoped
and prayed for. He was far more than he might have imagined. His uncle
was constantly reminding him, by God, he had a buddy now and they may as
well be conjoined at the hip 'cause he wasn't going to let go. Buck
committed for the long haul.

Buck was slowly beginning to put together a picture of what daily life
must have been for Waddie in that house. You certainly couldn't call it a
home. To call it a home meant a family dwelled there. Buck was beginning
to believe there was nothing resembled a family in that house. Buck was
beginning to wonder if the bizarre stories Waddie told him that night in
the hospital were enlarged? Maybe not at all, he thought.

Buck had a huge leather covered couch he could stretch out on and read.
He had a bright light at both ends to make reading easier. He decided to
read for a while as it was early evening. There was just enough room for
Waddie to lay on it, too, with his back to his uncle. He laid his head on
Buck's left shoulder. Buck held his book in his left hand and turned pages
with his right.

After a while, he switched the book to his right hand and began to turn
pages with his left. Waddie couldn't wait for him to turn the page. When
Buck raised his left arm to turn the page it open up his pit and the smells
coming from him were the sweet imaginings of Waddie's dreams. He couldn't
get enough of his uncle's man smell coming from under his arms.

It didn't stink. It was a powerful, strong, healthy, masculine smell
like it was a signature of his uncle's body. It was the same musky smell
he smelled when his uncle first brought him into the room. It was much
more powerful laying there. He knew that's where the wonderful smell of
his uncle came from and he couldn't get enough. It was like a strong,
powerful pheromone that made him want to belong to this man and smell like
him someday. He noticed his pee-pee was starting to act up again. He made
a mental note to have a talk with it later. He could see how it might
become embarrassing. He would make sure they came to an understanding and
he would learn to control it.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yes, Sweet heart?"

"You smell so good. I hope I smell as good as you do someday."

Buck put his book down and pulled Waddie up to his chest and held him
there. He remembered the nights as a small boy when his mother would visit
relatives in Dallas he'd get to sleep with his dad. He remembered thinking
the same thing about his old man and wanting to smell like him someday. He
remembered the nights, so many nights, he'd lay his head back on Morgan's
side and lifting Morgan's arm placing it to lay on his head. He would
drift back to peaceful sleep with his nose shoved as far into Morgan's pit
as possible.

It was like a relaxing, familiar odor of the boy he loved so much
reassuring him of the powerful pull of Morgan's body and his unfailing love
for him orbiting within the space of his dreams. Morgan shared a portion
of his dreams as well. Buck wanted him to. He wanted to be with Morgan
everywhere, always, together, . . . even in his dreams, . . . united by a
thin, silver thread running from their navels to their stilled and sleeping
bodies, hand in hand they'd float off toward the moon, laughing and playing
grab ass, a stolen map of the universe in hand they'd pinched from a midget
time bandit pruning a foul smelling, pink bunkadoo tree; upward and onward
they'd search 'til dawn, determined, this time, to find an elusive body in
the heavens never to be seen on any astronomer's scope, the second star to
the right.

"You trying to say Uncle Buck's arm pits are gettin' a little strong?"

"No, Sir, Uncle Buck, they could be a little stronger for me. I ain't
never smelled anybody who smells as good as you."

"Well, we'll clean up before we go to bed. I'll get you in the shower
and take a soft cloth and bathe you real good."

"You gonna' wash all that good smell off of you? I could lay here and
smell you all night, Uncle Buck?" Buck seemed to muse for a minute; he was
tempted but not tonight. He kissed Waddie on the cheek.

"Yeah, tonight we'll shower. Some other night when we're being lazy we
won't and you can smell me all night. But fair's fair! You can't shower
either. Uncle Buck might like to smell his little buddy's body next to
him. I know how important those smells can be to a kid. I use to love to
sleep with my dad and wake up in the night and take deep breaths of his
odor hoping it would make me become more like him. It worked, too. Once
in a while, I still get a whiff of my old man after he's been working hard
and have to tell ya' little buddy, it still causes Uncle Buck to pop a
boner. " Buck laughed.. Waddie did, too.

"Can I bathe you, Uncle Buck?"

"Don't see why not. There's a lot more of me to wash than you, though.
We'll see how good you are at scrubbing your buddy's back. You know your
dad scrubbed my back for almost twenty years and I scrubbed his. We always
showered together ever since we was kids." He laughed to himself. Both set
of parents were aware that Buck and Morgan showered together. They had
since the first grade. Here they were getting ready for their senior prom
still taking their shower together.

"Well, it saves water." allowed Mr. Claymore.

Buck led the way to his bathroom. There was the usual equipment with a
big bathtub, but in the corner was a large walk in shower that had plenty
of room for four or five people and had two shower heads. He and Morgan
put it in years ago with their two dad's help. Buck remembered what fun
they had and then the ecstacy of standing under the hot running water of
the shower instead of sitting in that awful, nasty bathtub that would leave
a ring of filth around itself as well as you.

We got them limey bastards to thank for that terrible invention, thought
Buck. A stuffy British officer told Buck,

"You Yanks are weak. You cry at the least provocation, where British
men, on the other hand, are taught to be strong and not express their
emotions. Why, with all your caterwauling at the drop of a hat, you Yanks
are an embarrent to real men everywhere!" then he wheeled on his very
polished boot heel and minced off amid snickers from the Americans

"'Stiff upper lip my ass!" thought Buck at the time. Such
self-righteous bull shit had no place on a battlefield especially when your
comrades at arms stepped in to save your bloody ass! Buck had seen the
British soldiers weeping uncontrollably while holding their fallen comrades
in their arms. They were no stronger, nor braver than any other men and
when the smoke cleared, a tear wasn't the final measure of a man, it was
his deeds.

Buck was squatting down bathing Waddie between his open legs. Waddie
didn't remember a time when anybody bathed him. He was lost in his own
world of sensuality. He didn't understand the concept but he knew he liked
the feeling. His buddy would do nothing to harm him and he relaxed and
enjoyed Buck's big hand and the soft cloth on his body. 'Damn that thing!
Now this is getting out of hand. There it goes filling up with blood again
and I didn't do nothing to make it do that,' Waddie thought, 'Yes', he
thought, 'it will be a serious talk.'

'Uncle Buck's done this before,' he thought to himself. 'Yeah, he had
all them years to practice on my dad. No wonder he feels so good, he knows
what he's doing.' Buck carefully bathed Waddie, turned him around so his
front was facing away from him and pulled Waddie close to his big body.
Waddie stumbled a bit but Buck caught him and steadied him. He could feel
the prickly but soft quality of the hair on his uncle's big chest tickling
his small back. If he leaned back a little, . . .yes, . . . there, it's
not so ticklish now.

"That's fine, lean back against me, Cowboy. There, that's good. You
can always count on a good buddy to lean on, Cowboy, but now, we have to
wash 'possible.'"

"What's 'possible,' Uncle Buck?" Waddie quickly learned the tone of his
uncle's voice when his mouth was about to void itself of steer manure and
braced himself.

"Ain't nobody never taught you how to bathe yourself, Cowboy?" he ask in
triple negatives.

"No, Sir. I guess not."

"Well, you wash up as far as possible, . . . then you wash down as far
as possible, and . . . then you wash possible." Buck had a hardy laugh at
his own joke. Waddie got this awful look on his face.

"Oh, Uncle Buck, that's really bad." However, Waddie started giggling
'cause it was so silly.

"You're a tough audience, Kid." Buck laughed.

"Okay, it's time to wash 'possible.' Lean back against me and pull the
skin all the way back. There, that's it. Now let Uncle Buck wash that big
thing gently so's not to hurt ya'." Waddie did as his uncle asked and
watched this huge mountain of a man's hand gently start to clean the head
of his penis.

"Oh God, Uncle Buck that tickles." Waddie started to jump but he was up
against a man-mountain. "Hurry up, Uncle Buck, I don't think I can take
much more." Waddie was giggling but his face had a contorted look. Buck
pulled back and wondered if the boy almost had a dry orgasm. Waddie turned
in toward his uncle and pressed his body hard against his uncle's while
Buck held him.

"Turn around now and pull it back again to rinse the soap off." Waddie
slowly turned around and again leaned back against his uncle for support.
He slowly turned his head to look at Buck, then blushed.

"Oh,. . .you want me to do it for you and were too shy to ask?" Waddie
nodded his little head in embarrent. Buck whispered in his ear.

"My buddy won't never be embarrassed to ask his buddy to help him with
anything from now on, will he, Cowboy?"

"No, Sir, Uncle Buck."

"Good!"

Buck took his rock hard little dick and gently pulled back the foreskin
so the falling water from the shower head could rinse the soap. At the
angle and force of the falling water on Waddie's front was pretty strong.
Buck watched Waddie grab his big wrist between his smaller hands and lock
them tightly. Not to move Buck's hand away but to keep him there holding
on to his dick. Buck thought this must have become terribly sensual to his
nephew. Again Buck sensed Waddie didn't want to ask but his small hands
spoke for him and said, 'Please don't take your hand away, Uncle Buck, I've
never felt anything so wonderful in my life!'

Waddie squirmed and pressed back, hard, against his uncle, almost
knocking him over. He slightly arched his spine until he stood on tip toe,
threw back his head, took in three short gasps of air, shuddered quite hard
three times, then expelled the gasped air in a slow, controlled, relaxed
sigh, all the while holding his uncle's wrist in a death grip.

Waddie released his grip and turned into his uncle's body again to press
his cheek against his chest and his hands on either side of his head
touching Buck in as many places as his body would allow. Because of the
uncertainty of what just happened to him he needed to feel his uncle close
to him for emotional support. He needed his uncle's strength at that
moment. Buck understood and held him. He stood silent enjoying the
comfort of his uncle surrounding him. Waddie was trying to collect himself
as Buck stole a couple of kisses.

"You okay, Sweet baby?"

"Yes, Sir," Waddie nodded still pressed tightly up against his uncle's
chest, "but I ain't never felt nothing like that before when I washed my
pee-pee. What happened to me, Uncle Buck? I feel kind of light headed."

"I think you're growing up, youngster. I think you just had your first
dry orgasm. How'd it feel?" Waddie had to stop and think about that. It
was pretty damn exciting. It was a little like somebody shocking you from
rubbing their feet on the carpet, but this tingled all over. He sure felt
good right now, though. He felt like his soul had been put through a
wringer. He said a prayer of thanks his Uncle Buck was there when it
happened to explain it to him.

"Leaning back on you with your arms around me holding my pee-pee was the
best feeling I ever had and this other feeling came over me I never wanted
to stop. It felt better, and better. When I leaned against you harder it
even felt better until something made me feel wonderful all over. It felt
like I was releasing a part of my soul into the air. It was like my soul
hiccuped. Yeah, I'd say it felt pretty damn good, Uncle Buck. Can we do
it again sometime?"

"Don't see why not, Scamp, but let's get me washed up and get to bed.
It's getting late." Waddie took the soapy cloth and washed his uncle's
back. Buck was right, there was one hell of a lot of back there to wash but
Waddie persisted until every inch was cleaned. Buck stood, rinsed and
thanked his little buddy.

"For the sake of time, Darlin,' what say you let Uncle Buck wash the
rest. Then on the weekend we'll have more time and you can wash all of
me."

"That's fine, Uncle Buck, washing your back kinda tuckered me out
anyway." Buck laughed at Waddie's words. The kid made him feel good,
alive, purposeful and needed. Waddie could be unexpectedly funny in his
reactions to things and sometimes painfully honest. This would be good
training for him, thought Buck, when he had six, . . no, . . eight son's
of his own. Eight boys should be enough with at least one, maybe two,
three, . . .okay, half like Waddie.

They got out of the shower and Buck dried Waddie first then dried
himself. He handed the towel to Waddie and squatted down so Waddie could
dry his back. Waddie was diligent in getting his uncle's back as dry as
possible. They were though in the bathroom. Buck picked him up and
carried him into the bedroom laying him gently in his bed and pulled the
covers over him. He went around to his side, turned off his small lamp by
the bed, then lay down. Waddie was all the way over on the other side.
His uncle put him there, if that's where he wanted him to sleep, he'd go to
sleep there.

"You gonna' sleep way over there all night, Cowboy? By yourself? What
if I get lonely?"

That's all Waddie needed to be back in those big wonderful arms again.
Waddie was laying with his back to his uncle's front and Buck pulled him up
tight. Waddie turned his head up to his uncle and met his mouth. Buck
kissed him with the gentlest of kisses and didn't hurry about it. Damn,
Waddie thought, ain't never had no one kiss me like that. I love this man.

"Good night, Cowboy."

"Good night, Uncle Buck."

"I'm glad you're here with me, Son, . . . I love you, Waddie."

"I love you, too, Uncle Buck."

Waddie never spoke any words he meant more than those. He knew his
words didn't fall on deaf ears nor would his words be soon forgotten or
ever betrayed.



The clothes Morgan brought to the hospital were the only clothes Waddie
had. Buck called Morgan to see about getting some of his other clothes.
Morgan was really upset on the phone. Buck knew his brother well and knew
when he was hurting and really pissed. According to Morgan, his ma got it
in her head Waddie wasn't coming back at all. She thought Morgan had given
Waddie to Buck to raise. She didn't know! Morgan never told her anything;
. . . she constantly had to second guess him. It was his own damn fault
for not letting her know. She wasn't to blame. She gave all of Waddie's
clothes and toys away. His room was cleaned out. Nothing of his was left.

Buck felt an emptiness in his gut and tried his best to console his
brother. He wasn't having much luck. Morgan said little and that alone
spoke volumes to Buck. He knew his brother like a favorite book. How
could Waddie's ma throw his clothes and toys out the day after he was
rushed to the hospital? He was getting better. He didn't died. Was this
her ultimate rejection? How could a mother be that cold? Morgan didn't
find out 'til much later Willie did it and Judy took the rap. She knew if
Morgan found out, Willie would be out of the house immediately, for good.
Morgan was livid. He didn't speak to them for two weeks. He moved into
Waddie's bedroom and cried himself to sleep night after night.

Buck felt awful for Waddie but the kid surprised him, he didn't shed a
tear. It was almost like, so what else is new? He'd been there and back!
Nothing they could do would surprise him anymore. Waddie looked up at Buck
with his big blue eyes.

"You believe me now, Uncle Buck?" Waddie asked softly.

"I believed you the night you told me, Son, . . .but, if there ever was
the slightest, lingering doubt in my mind, it's gone now."

"Thanks, Uncle Buck." was all he said and let it drop. Buck could tell
something snapped in Waddie. There was no longer a need for tears. He was
getting stronger. Buck could see his little jaw was set. He'd made up his
mind about something. It was a major decision but he was gonna' keep it to
himself. Buck decided if it didn't get to Waddie then he wasn't going to
let it get to him. Buck saw it as a new opportunity. A clean slate. A
new day. He was bound and determined that he was going to convey that
attitude to his little buddy.

"Come on, Cowboy, you, me and Grandma Claymore are going downtown.
We're gonna' get you some clothes." Buck held out his hand for the boy.
Waddie didn't come to him. He stood there looking down at his feet. He
spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Buck."

"For what, Darlin.'?"

"For being a bother to you, Ma and Pa Claymore." Buck went to him and
scooped him up to his arms.

"Now, I don't want to here anymore talk like that, Cowboy. You could
never be a bother to me. Certainly not to Ma and Pa. They think the sun
rises and sets in your eyes, Son. Now forget about it and let's go have a
good time."

"Okay, Uncle Buck." Waddie brightened from his uncle's enthusiasm. His
Uncle Buck could be infectious.

"That's better! I wanna' see a big smile on that puss. Bigger! That's
about right."

In a small town you really have no need for a newspaper. Word gets
around overnight. The whole town heard what Judy did. No one would speak
to her in the market or where ever she went. Willie got into some fights
in school 'cause the other kids called his mother a cold, heartless bitch.

Dorothy got more and more crazy until her mother talked about putting
her in an institution. She should've admitted herself and possibly her
daughter's problems might start to diminish. Dorothy flunked out of high
school her junior year. She spent more time in bed, on her back, getting
fucked than studying. She was laying practically every boy in high school
and at least three teachers. If she had as many dicks sticking out of her
as she had put into her she'd look like a damn porcupine.

Buck marched Waddie, hand in hand, down to the local dry goods
department store on the square. Between Buck, his ma and Morgan's mother,
Mrs. Lovejoy, they outfitted him with enough clothes for a month's tour of
Europe. Whatever Buck did you could count on it being big. He was big.
He thought big. He did big. Every thing you could think of for play or
school. Two weeks worth of jeans, socks, T- shirts, several nice western
shirts.

Ma Claymore went with them 'cause she and Mrs. Lovejoy shopped together
for years for Buck and Morgan. She called Morgan's mother, Mrs. Lovejoy
and asked her if she'd like to meet them to help pick out things. She was
waiting for them when they got there. Buck hugged and kissed her. Buck
had always called her, Ma Lovejoy.

Waddie hugged his grandmother, too. He loved his Grandma Lovejoy. She
always smelled like cookies. The two ladies got busy. From years of
experience they knew what Waddie would need. He would be six that summer
and go to school in the fall. He needed everything, they allowed.

Several dozen folks were in and out of the store and Buck introduced
Waddie as Morgan's boy, his God son. Waddie knew a couple of folks his dad
had done business with. They came over to speak, say hello, and be
friendly. They all knew Buck, too. It was a wonderful morning but the
treat of the day was his uncle took the four of them to lunch at the local
diner.

After they got back, Buck brought a chest of drawers from one of the
other upstairs bedrooms for Waddie's clothes. Waddie couldn't believe the
amount of clothes he had. They were new. They were wonderful. He was
overwhelmed. But the most prize possession Buck bought Waddie was two
cowboy hats. A straw and a felt. Waddie loved those hats. He could
almost swear when he looked in the mirror a certain way and squinted his
eyes, . . . he looked a little like Buck. They both had dimples in their
chins and their faces were square and blocked.

Then his uncle took him to the barber shop where Waddie had his hair cut
into his first crew cut, just like Uncle Buck's. People started calling
him Buck Jr. and Waddie would just beam. They knew he wasn't Buck's kid
but they knew Waddie was proud to be with his uncle. They could almost
feel the love that passed between them. Yep, they all thought, Buck
Claymore was the right man to pick for that boy's God father. Looks enough
like him to be his boy.

The end of the month came and Buck didn't get a bill from the store. He
went by the store thinking they'd forgotten to send one and was ready to
pay in full. There was no bill. The town folk got together and paid for
Waddie's clothes. It got all over town what Judy did to her son and it was
the town folk's way of saying, "We're sorry, young man, not all folks are
like that." to Waddie. Buck got out his handkerchief and blew his nose.
He didn't want anyone to notice the water in his eyes. He was so touched
and proud of his town. He never would forget as long as he lived and paid
the community back ten fold.

Buck was still healing from wounds from the war. He hadn't taken a job
yet but he had several lined up he was thinking about. He could've gone to
Dallas, Houston, Austin and gotten a great job on his war record alone.
Nope! He was gonna' stay right there. His God son needed him and he
wasn't about to desert the boy.

Linda Sue talked with Buck and they decided on a June wedding. Buck
would see her two to three evenings per week at her parent's house or go to
the local movie theater. Buck left Waddie with his parents who came to
love Waddie like their own son. He was good, minded and didn't ask for
much. Mrs. Claymore would have to talk him into milk and cookies. He
didn't want to be a bother. Pa Claymore was as bad or worse than Buck for
picking Waddie up and holding him. They were in the kitchen having hot
coco and cookies.

"Bess, where's that album of photos we had of Buck when he was a baby
and young boy."

"It's in the hall closet next to the bath. I'll get it for you."

In a minute Ma Claymore came back with a large photo album of pictures
of Buck when he was a baby. They started showing Waddie the pictures and
there was one picture of Buck on a pony that took Waddie's breath away. Ma
and Pa Claymore looked at him. He carefully handed the photo back.

"What's a matter, Son? Something upset you?" Waddie could only shake
his head 'no.' Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I thought that was a picture of me and I
didn't understand how you folks could have a picture of me."

Pa Claymore picked up the picture. He and Ma Claymore looked at the
picture and then at Waddie and their mouths dropped open.

"Damned if it don't look just like you, son. I understand why you might
be frightened." He came around the table and picked him up. About that
time Buck and Linda Sue came through the kitchen door. Pa Claymore sat
Waddie down. Buck opened his arms wide for his buddy. Waddie zoomed right
past him to Linda Sue. They were hugging, kissing and carrying on.

"Oh, Aunt Linda, I'm so glad to see you. I haven't seen you in a couple
of weeks."

"Don't I even get a hug, Cowboy?"

"I'm sorry Uncle Buck but she's so much prettier than you."

Everyone in the kitchen broke up and Buck hugged him. Waddie sat and
talked with his Aunt Linda for an hour or more but Buck had to get her
home. Engagement or no engagement, until she was Buck's wife he was
determined to respect her parent's wishes. Buck was amazed Waddie and
Linda Sue had so much to talk about and it was non-stop. No one could get
a word in edgewise and they were both obviously thrilled with each other.
Linda Sue couldn't keep her hands off Waddie and he ate it up.

"You wanna' ride along, Cowboy, to take your Aunt Linda home."

"I sure do, Uncle Buck." Hand in hand he and his Aunt Linda walked to
the car. He opened the door for her like a gentleman, waited 'til she was
seated then closed it. He opened the back seat and jumped in.

"Thank you, Waddie. That was very thoughtful of you."

They drove to Linda Sue's house and Waddie got to look at all the
Christmas decorations people put up and the town strung across the main
street. It looked like a land of enchantment. They arrived and Uncle Buck
opened the door for Linda Sue to escort her into the house. His uncle told
him to get in the front seat to ride back with him. He waited until Uncle
Buck took Linda Sue in and it was only a minute before he came bounding
down their front stairs and into the car. Buck started the car and headed
back to his parents house. He noticed Waddie seemed in great spirits.
Buck hadn't seen the boy that happy since he'd been living with them.

"Can I ask you something, Cowboy?"

"Sure, Uncle Buck?"

"What'd you do to that lady to make her love you? She can't talk about
nothing else but you. She was pissed I didn't bring you along on our
date."

"Aww, I understand you and her need to be alone together. Besides, I
love Ma and Pa Claymore. They make me feel loved and wanted. I enjoy
staying with them." Waddie paused for a minute, "Would you be upset if I
told you I heard there was another man in town who loved Aunt Linda?"

"Tell me! Tell me! Who is he? If I catch him, Why, . . .why . . . .
I'll muderate him . . . . I'll break both his arms . . . . then I'll
break both his legs . . . . then I'll grind him up and then I'll do it all
over again. Who is he, young'un?" Buck did a mock jalousie routine with a
little Lou Costello thrown in for flavor.

"Me, silly."

"Oh, well, . . . I'll have to handle you differently. I'll murderate
you with hugs and kisses. Why, if anything were to happen to you on my
watch, Cowboy, . . . your old Uncle Buck better pack his bags, 'cause your
Aunt Linda would kick my cowboy butt."

"Really, Uncle Buck?"

"Ain't kiddin' around with ya', Cowboy, ain't bullshit'n ya' none
neither. She thinks you're some kind of wonderful." Buck shook his head.

"Well, I think she's pretty special, too."

That was the second time someone referred to him as 'wonderful.' Waddie
didn't think he was wonderful. He just thought he was a normal kid.



Waddie didn't want to think about going back home. He hated the thought
but his dad needed him and he couldn't let him down. Morgan had been over
for a long visit with him the day before and had to take off all his
clothes. He'd never seen his dad naked before but he was impressed by what
a well developed body his dad had and his dick was almost as long as Uncle
Buck's but not as big around.

Buck went to his small kitchen in the back. He converted a large sun
porch area into a small kitchen for himself so he wouldn't have to put on
clothes and run downstairs. He was getting Morgan a beer and Waddie a
soda. Morgan and Waddie were laying across Buck's huge bed talking.

"Daddy, this is the first time I've ever seen you naked. Are you
uncomfortable around me naked?"

"A little, but not too much. Come over here and let me hold you."'

"Can I touch you down there, Dad?"

"I was afraid you weren't gonna' ask." Morgan looked sad as he took
Waddie in his arms. Waddie reached his hand down and felt his dad's dick
and then gently felt his balls in their sack. His dad's dick started
growing and growing until it was rock hard.

"Don't worry about that, Dad, it'll go away, and I was wondering what it
would feel like to lay next to your body, too. See . . . ?" Waddie showed
him his dick and it was rock hard. Morgan giggled as he reached down and
felt his son.

"Damn, Son! How long you been poppin' boners?" Buck walked in and
handed Morgan his beer and sat Waddie's soda on the night table on a
coaster.

"Since his first night here." Buck answered for Waddie.

"Yeah, I been gettin' 'em pretty often. It happens most times when I
watch or help Uncle Buck take his clothes off. I got one when I watched
you take yours off today, too, Dad, but they go away."

"I guess my boy's growing up. Given any thought about when you might
want to come home, Son." Morgan tried to sound casual and not pushing.

"No, Sir, I haven't. I love it here with Uncle Buck and his parents but
I miss you, Dad. I want to stay here through the holidays because they
were never very much fun for me at home."

"I'm sorry, Baby, I know they weren't and I think you should stay
through the holidays. Buck and his mom and dad love Christmas and go all
out for it. I can come and spend some time with you at Christmas."

"I'd like that, Dad. I'd like to stay another two weeks after that and
then come home. The middle of January."

"That soon? I thought you might want to stay until after Buck and Linda
Sue get married?"

"You don't need me, Dad?"

"Of course I do! I'll always need you but I can come in to see you like
today and weekends I might stay a night with you and your God father if I'm
invited." He raise the volume of his voice to kid Buck

"Since when, in all these years do you need an invitation to your own
home, Bro? You been family too damn long to need an invitation to your
second home. You're welcome here anytime, day or night, and you know it.
You've still got a closet full of clothes here, for cries sake. So, don't
gimme' no shit!" Buck smiled real big, winked at Morgan and Morgan giggled.

"Have you said anything to Waddie about tonight?" Buck asked Morgan.

"No, I was gonna' let you do it. It's your place, and since he's in
your charge, you should tell him. I'm grateful, Buck, for you taking care
of Waddie for me. It's really been a God send to have you look after him.
He's more comfortable here than I've ever seen him and I'm comfortable with
him being here, too. I'd appreciate it if you'd consider keeping him 'til
you and Linda Sue get hitched. Then if he wants to he can come home. I've
decided I ain't gonna' make him come home. He has the choice. There's no
use him coming home if he's gonna' be miserable." Waddie excused himself
and went off to the bathroom.

"Well, Lord, . . . he's no bother at all. He's like having at little
brother around and he keeps me busy and out of trouble. He goes everywhere
with me. I feel like I've forgotten something if I leave the house without
him. You're probably doing me a greater favor than I'm doing you. I'll be
honest with you Morgan, that kid is the greatest thing you've ever done.

I don't love him just because he's your's, I love him for who he is.
I'm not trying to be mean, brother, but I wonder sometimes if you ever took
the time to get to know him really well. People aren't lying to you when
they tell you, you have a treasure in that boy." Waddie returned to sit on
the bed close to his dad. He liked to sit with a hand on Morgan. It
brought him comfort to touch his dad.

"Waddie, this is Friday night." said Uncle Buck, "The first Friday of
the month, two of my buddies and most times your dad come over and we play
poker. Now, . . . you can stay up here with us, listen to the radio or
read, whatever you want to do but your dad and I are going to be tied up
for several hours. Or if you want to pull your clothes on and go
downstairs mom and dad would love to have you visit.

"Okay, Uncle Buck. If it's all right with you, I got some stuff to play
with and if I get sleepy I'll crawl up on the bed and throw that comforter
over me. I'll be fine. I won't make noise."

"That's a Sweet baby." Buck opened his big arms and Waddie went to him
to be hugged and kissed. Buck would do that with the boy no less than
fifteen to twenty times a day. Waddie ate it up. He'd never been shown so
much attention in his life and he was determined to be a good boy to make
his Uncle Buck proud of him. He didn't want to be a problem and have to go
home quite yet. He knew he'd have to eventually but he wasn't going to
think about bad things right now.

Waddie wondered to himself whether Uncle Buck's no clothes rules would
apply to his card playing buddies. Surely not, he thought to himself.
Time passed and the other two men arrived. Both were curious to meet
Buck's nephew living with him. Uncle Buck introduce him to the first man
to get there. His name was Gary Stiles and was the owner of the local
market. Stiles was a short stocky man built like a fire plug. He had huge
arms and a decent body. He had been a running buddy of Buck's and Morgan's
for years. Buck was his best man at his wedding. He now had six kids and
was expecting a seventh this summer. He had an personality that everybody
liked. He was a good provider for his family and a good business man. He
was admired by most of town. He always had a good word for everyone.

When the other man walked through the door Waddie almost freaked. He
wanted to run and hide his nakedness but he didn't. It wasn't because the
man was ugly or a horror. He was the most handsome, beautiful man Waddie
ever saw and he made Waddie feel nervous for some reason. He tried to hide
it from his dad and uncle. The man was about six-four and around two
hundred thirty well packed pounds. He was wearing a deputy sheriffs
uniform with a gun belt. The man's eyes immediately found Waddie's and a
look came over him that made Waddie's stomach churn. He thought he was
going to piss until the man smiled the sweetest smile at him. Then he
winked at Waddie telling him not to be nervous I know what you're thinking
but it's okay. We'll be friends.

"Quinton, come over here and meet my nephew, Morgan's boy. Waddie I
want you to meet Mr. Quinton Tate. Quinton this is Waddie Lovejoy, my
nephew." The beautiful man held out his hand and Waddie shook hands with
him. Their eyes never left each other's from the time he walked into the
room. They were shaking hands and still their gaze was locked on each
other."

"Good to meet you, Waddie. Heard a lot of nice things about you."

"Thank you, Mr. Tate." Waddie's little hand was shaking and Quinton
Tate felt it.

"Something wrong, Son." Quinton ask Waddie, again looking in his eyes.
Waddie thought, 'I can't lie to the man, tell him the truth.'

"Yes, Sir. It's... just...." he looked at his uncle for help but Buck
didn't have a clue, "it's just I've never seen a man as handsome as you and
it makes me nervous being naked in front of you. I had a long talk with my
pee-pee about not getting hard when I saw somebody I'd like to feel laying
next to me. It didn't listen to a damn thing I said; just look at it."
Waddie's dick was at full salute. The men all giggled.

"Come'mer...." Quinton held his arms open for Waddie and Waddie could
feel his pull like a magnet. As guarded as his brain might've been his
little legs had a mind of their own and immediately reacted to the man's
offer. Quinton hugged him and pushed him back away. Quinton glanced at
Buck and Buck winked and nodded to Quinton. He took Waddie's small hand
and guided it to his leg in front of his crotch.

"Feel that."

Waddie felt and felt again, then smiled real big.

"That for me, Mr. Tate?"

"'Fraid so, youngster."

"Wow!" exclaimed Waddie.

"Son," Uncle Buck addressed Waddie, "every man and women in this town
are a mess when they first meet Quinton. I damn near pissed my pants the
first time I met him, . . .and, yes, I was nervous as a cat on coffee."
allowed Uncle Buck "He made me so damn nervous I could hardly talk to him.
Ain't that right, Quinton?"

"Sure is, Waddie, but he got over it soon's we made friends."

"Not true!" corrected Buck, "You still make me nervous as a whore in
church, I just hide it better." Everyone laughed.

"Think he makes you nervous now, wait 'til he gets his clothes off."
said Mr. Stiles.

"That's the only damn reason we have the poker party at Buck's 'cause of
his 'no clothes' rule. Hell, it's just so's we all get to see Quinton in
the buff." added Waddie's dad. They all laughed at that.

Waddie didn't know whether he was gonna' like that or not but Quinton
sure felt good. He smelled good and he sure said all the right words.
Waddie just knew he was falling in love. He couldn't take his eyes off
Quinton and his dick was still rock hard. He was kinda proud of himself
though, it's the first one he'd had in thirty minutes. To make matters
worse, Quinton couldn't take his eyes off of Waddie all the while he was
taking his clothes off.

Quinton finally got his clothes off and stood buck naked in front of
Waddie so he could get a full look at him. He had a beautiful body of well
defined muscles. He looked like his body had been chiseled out of granite.
It was obvious he was proud of his body and took good care of it with
exercise and proper diet. He looked like a God. As he stood there Waddie
could see his eight and half inch cock start to rise until it was sticking
straight up his belly. Then he squatted on his haunches and again opened
his arms. Waddie didn't need a second invitation. Quinton picked Waddie
up and held him close and kissed him behind the ear.

"Was that one for me, too, Mr. Tate?'

"You know it, Cowboy. You're still hard as a rock. If you don't stop
that it's gonna' pull the skin back on your face 'til you look like a
Chinaman." Waddie knew Quinton was bull shit'n him and he giggled.

"I know, . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Tate. Just watching you take your
clothes off did it. Uncle Buck says it's happens when you look at someone
and imagine how your body would feel close to theirs. Quinton smiled real
big at Waddie.

"Don't worry , Waddie," said Gary Stiles, "look at me, he does the same
damn thing to my dick."

"You know how you feel about me, Waddie?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I walked in that door and couldn't take my eyes off you, Remember?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you watched my old dick get hard a minute ago, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, that was for you."

"Really, Mr. Tate?"

"Sure was! And call me Quinton, Son."

"Yes, Sir. Why did you get hard for me, Quinton?"

"For the same reason you did. I saw you sitting there and I thought to
myself, "Damn, that has to be one of the best looking kids I've seen in a
long time. I can't take my eyes off of him. He's gonna' get nervous and
upset with me staring at him like that. Then I thought, I just can't help,
he's too damn good looking. He's looking at me and he's feeling something,
too. I wonder if he'll like me? I know I'll like him! The next thing I
knew my pee-pee was getting hard. It's normal, Waddie, but you know what?"

"What, Quinton?"

"That's a great compliment to pay someone when you look at them and
think their so nice to look at it makes your dick hard. Now look at
your's, it's gone down now and so's mine. We're buddies now and we won't
worry about it anymore, Okay?"

"Okay, Quinton. But if you see me staring at you it's 'cause I can't
help it"

"Won't bother me a bit, but if you catch me looking back don't get
embarrassed, just wave."

"Okay, thanks, Quinton. Damn you smell good."

"You do, too, little man."

"Will you two knock off the love affair! Get your naked butt over here,
pretty boy, and lose some money." bellowed Buck.

Quinton put Waddie down but Waddie didn't want him to. He crawled up on
his uncle's bed with his coloring book and box of crayons. He was really
good at coloring now. He use to not stay in the lines. Now he was good at
it. He looked up, and thought it was probably unusual to see four grown
men playing poker, naked. But, the more he thought about it the less
unusual he thought it was. 'One thing's for damn sure,' Waddie thought,
'no one's hiding an ace up their sleeve.'

The game went on and on and Waddie was getting sleepy. He lay his head
down to rest for just a minute. Quinton asked Buck if he could put Waddie
to bed. He really liked Waddie a lot. Next thing Waddie knew there was a
handsome, naked, angel picking him up and gently putting him into bed. He
was telling him what a handsome young man he was and he hoped his son would
be as good looking. Do angels have kids, he wondered? Damn, but this one
is a pretty one. Aww, too damn sleepy to get hard, he thought. Waddie
passed into peaceful sleep as his guardian angel for the evening, Quinton
Tate, tucked the covers around him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, Cowboy. Sweet dreams."

Waddie dreamed of his beautiful new friend, Quinton, laying next to him
and his pee-pee got hard. Quinton put his clothes on, said his goodbyes,
drove home, showered, went to bed and dreamed of Waddie laying next to him,
his little body pulled up close to Quinton's. He dreamed of protecting
him, loving him as Waddie's big brother, being his friend, teaching him
things, but mostly holding him close and he got an erection. His last
thought before he drifted off was, 'Damn, there's just something about that
kid that turns me on. That shouldn't be too surprising, he thought, you've
had a crush on his uncle for years.'



The holidays came. Thanksgiving then Christmas. It was the first time
Waddie ever felt wanted at Christmas and a part of a family. He became in
integral part of the Claymore family and also the Davenports. He spent
quite a bit of time with his Aunt Linda and they continued to grow closer.
He could see she truly loved and adored Buck but there was a deep sadness
he could sense. Sometimes he would ask her about it.

"Aunt Linda, . . . sometimes you get a far away look in your eyes like
your looking for someone who isn't here." She looked down at Waddie and
smiled.

"You're not a mind reader, are you, Waddie?" she looked at him and
smiled. Waddie looked down and shook his head 'no.'

"I guess you're right. Occasionally, when I'm with you, I think of
another little boy I use to know, about your age and wonder where he is
today. That's all, . . . now, what were we talking about. Oh, yes, I
remember. Your Uncle Buck is going to start teaching you to rope and you
want to become a cowboy. You sure you want to become a cowboy?"

"Yes Ma'am. Cowboys are good, strong, brave men and a cowboy don't
never tell a lie."

"Well, if that's what you really want, I'm sure you'll be one of the
best." his aunt-to-be allowed.

"Aunt Linda?" Waddie spoke softly.

"Yes, dear?'

"I would never lie to you." Waddie looked his aunt in the eyes and she
felt a deep need for him to tell her something.

"I believe you, Sweet heart. I would trust anything you tell me."

"Good! You'll see that little boy again. I can't tell you when but you
will. Aunt Linda this has to be between you and I. You can't even tell
Uncle Buck." Linda Sue looked at Waddie and didn't know what to think but
she could tell this was of the utmost seriousness to him. There was no
joking in his demeanor.

"I appreciate you telling me, Waddie and it'll be our secret. I'll
never tell another soul. Not even Buck. I promise but can I ask how you
know."

"Don't be mad, Aunt Linda but I can't tell you. I shouldn't have told
you that much but you look so sad sometimes when you're with me I feel it
all the way down here." Waddie pointed to his stomach. Linda Sue hugged
him to her and held him for a minute.

"I could never be mad at you, Waddie. You mean far to much to me to
ever be angry with you."

Linda Sue had indeed fallen in love with this little man. She knew from
talk around the town when she was home from her work in Dallas that Morgan
had a son but she never saw the child. They never seemed to have him with
them. Then too, she would only come home for short periods of time and she
wasn't into the town gossip. But ever since that first afternoon at the
hospital she found herself becoming more and more comfortable with him and
had to admit to Buck she loved him deeply. She even told Buck if he
entertained thoughts of Waddie living with them after they were married,
she thought it would be a wonderful ideal. In fact, Linda Sue told him she
hoped he'd consider it.

Christmas was centered around Waddie with the Claymore family. Ma and
Pa Claymore opened their hearts to the boy and loved him. They couldn't
believe how mature Waddie's reasoning and intuitive abilities were. He
would come up with something that sounded way out at first but when you got
to thinking about it, his idea was simple, elegant but best of all,
workable. Then sometimes he could be as naive and honest as the child he
was.

The family went to midnight services. Waddie went with his uncle and
aunt and sat with them in church. Morgan sat with Judy, Willie and
Dorothy. Waddie winked at his dad but ignored Judy and her kids. His uncle
was holding him in his lap and he made the mistake of laying his head up
against his uncle's chest. The drone of the pastor's voice in the warm
church turned his lights out. He was fast asleep. They brought him home,
Buck gently carried him upstairs and put him to bed.

Buck kissed Waddie on the forehead and returned to the living room to
set up his nephew's Christmas. Buck got him an electric train he set up to
run around under the tree. It had a whistle and puffed real smoke. He
also got him a fire truck to play with. Willie had given or thrown away
all of his toys so these would be his first new toys. The only problem was
everyday brought another town member by with a cheerfully wrapped gift for
"the boy," they would say. Waddie had a stack of presents from the town
folk almost as tall as he was.

Waddie asked for nothing. They couldn't get him to say he wanted
anything. He didn't believe in Santa Clause 'cause Willie and Dorothy
popped that bubble a couple of years ago. He never had a real Christmas;
he didn't know what to expect. Secretly, he was afraid to ask for anything
because Judy told him if he asked for anything for Christmas he could count
on getting nothing. Also, he was so comfortable living with his uncle and
Ma and Pa Claymore he was afraid to ask for anything as it might make him
seem ungrateful. He was told so often by Judy and her kids that everything
bad that happened to him was his own fault. It was because he'd been a bad
boy and didn't deserve anything good. He wondered about it, but thought
they must know.

Christmas morning came and Buck awoke before Waddie. He rolled over to
see if he could see an eye ball peeking out but Waddie was out. Buck got
up and went to the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth. When he came back
he saw Waddie laying there awake. Here it was Christmas morning and most
kids would be up screaming and running downstairs to see what Santa Clause
brought them. Waddie just lay there smiling up at his uncle.

"Good morning, Buckaroo. How's my favorite cowboy this morning?" He
kissed Waddie on the forehead.

"I feel good this morning, Uncle Buck. Merry Christmas!" Buck stopped
dead in his tracks.

"Well, thank you, Darlin,' you're the first one this morning to wish me
a Merry Christmas and a Merry Christmas to you, too. You wanna' get up, go
down stairs, and see if Santa left anything for you."

"I'm sure he didn't Uncle Buck. He don't know I'm here and besides he
never brought me nothing over at my dad's. I was always too bad a boy
during the year to get anything from Santa and I sure as hell ain't been no
saint this year." Buck was sad but chuckled at Waddie's opinion of himself.
'I should be so bad as you, little man.' Buck thought to himself.

"Well, you just never know. It might be worth a look-see, don't you
think?"

"Yes, Sir. Besides I do like to look at the tree." Buck quickly dressed
him and led him down the stairs to the living room. Ma and Pa Claymore,
his Aunt Linda, and his dad was there. He was so happy to see all of them
he didn't even see the toys under the tree. He sat down next to his dad
and looked at the toy train going around on it's track. He saw the bright
red fire truck and thought they were wonderful. His uncle came to the
couch where he and his dad were sitting and sat on the floor next to him.

"Hey, Cowboy. Ma Claymore got up last night and came in here and found
Santa Clause putting down all those toys for you. Those are all yours."
Waddie's eyes got really big but not from joy. Buck saw a look of fear,
almost terror, mixed with pain come across his little face. Rather than
run to them, Waddie looked at his dad, his Aunt Linda, then his Uncle Buck,
quickly turned and bolted from the room to climb the stairs back up to
Buck's room. Buck looked at Morgan to see if he was going after Waddie.

"He needs his buddy, now, Brother; more than ever." Morgan said with
tears in his eyes.

"I'll be with him. Go on without us. I may be a while." Buck told his
loved ones.

Buck followed him up, broken hearted, by Waddie's reaction but he knew
it wasn't the kid's fault. He was unprepared and overwhelmed. They wanted
to show h

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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A Game Of Seduction (Part II).

By Jeevan jeevan80

After we had our first episode we all were happy and
some how Asif�s aunt came to know about us and on the
same day she asked Asha if they were all fucking
together. Asha told her, � Sabera, they are not small
kids! They have grown up into nice adults so why
deprive them of the pleasures?�

�No I am not against it but how can you forget me? My
husband had died long ago and don�t you think I have a
right to enjoy all this.. so why don�t you invite me
for nice get together. Let it be surprise! That will
be more exciting.�

So Asha told me about this and I asked her to call
Sabera in the evening and hide somewhere, before the
children come to us for fuck party. I had something
else in mind too. I wanted to watch my Dog have his
cock deep in the choot of Lubna. This was difficult
but I knew when a woman is hot she can fuck even a
horse! I made all preparations and let Asha call the
Mrs Sabera. Mrs sabera was to have fright of her life!
Asha called our neighbour and she came to our house.
Sabera was beautiful with nice set of tits and roung
big ass. Asha called me and told that our guest has
arrived. I welcomed her and told her asha had told me
everything and why she was here. Asha caught hr and
lifted her sari up to show me her nice fleshy thighs.
I went to Sabera and kneeled before her pushing my
head deep in her sari and to the love nest. Sabera
spread her thighs and caught my head showing me where
her choot was. My tongue dived into her choot and her
juices started to flow. She moaned and grabbed asha
and held her tightly to her body. Her eyes rolled and
she murmured, � Ohhh! Asha! What a pleasure your
husband gives me! Ohhh Its soo long! A male touching
me! Ohhh Allah! I cant wait to have him inside me>
Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Rub me all over Asha!� and asha did
not waste time either. She held her soft boobs and
kissed her on the mouth . Sabera pressed her choot on
my face and started to grind it, almost choking me. We
were all enjoying this and the door bell rang.

� Ohhh Sabera it must be your kids. Hide in our
bedroom and watch the show.� Asha said.

I took Sabera to our bedroom and kissing her on the
lips told her to enjoy and wait for the surprise of
the life. She smiled at me and blushed. Ohh the Indian
ladies! Always blushing.

Asha had opened the door for Lubna and Asif and they
came in laughing with Asha. Asha might have told them
something to laugh at. I entered the hall and greeted
my lovely Lubna. Lubna was wearing tight skirt and
thin top. Her bra was visible through the thin
material and she had applied dark brown lipstick,
making her look sexier. Asif was in half pants and t
shirt and was very happy to see us. Asha went to Asif
and removed his pants fishing out his cock. His cock
was about 7 inches and somewhat thick, off course,
circumcised. The knob looked red and yesterdays
fucking had made it tender. Asha inspected his cock
and observed that the skin on the lower side near the
knob had been torn. She showed me this and I said,�
its normal and the first fucking always does this and
not to worry. Then Asha examined his asshole and Ohh
it was all red and swollen. Asha kissed it and tried
to console him about that, � Yeh! Let Jeevan fuck it
daily and it wont swell. That�s the only solution for
this.�

I removed my pants and called Lubna to me, � come on
baby! Uncle is waiting for your choot. Climb on uncles
lap and place that tight choot of yours right on my
lund. Hurry up Uncles lund is waiting for you.�

Lubna obeyed and jumped on my waist putting her hands
around my neck. I held her below her ass, supporting
the lithe figure and hiking her skirt up and exposing
her fresh choot. I placed my hand on the fleshy slit
and rubbed it with my palm. Lubna moaned and tried to
rub her cunt over my cock but could not locate it. She
rubbed her hard boobs on my face and caressed me with
them instead. I then found her asshole and tried o put
my finger in it. It was tight and her ass muscles
twitched at the touch. I watched Asha and she was
feeding on the boy�s cock, slurping on it. She had
almost all the 7 inches of cock in her mouth and was
rubbing her face on his pubic hair. Ohh a real slut
cocksucker she was! I called them near me so that we
both males were standing near each other. Lubna turned
her face to her brother and kissed him on the lips.
Asif opened his mouth and I saw their tongue play with
each other in a lusty embrace. I held my cock in one
hand and guided it to Lubna�s choot and placed my knob
on the wet hole. Lubna lowered her choot and I pushed
my cock from below at the same time, causing it to
enter in that tight cunt to the hilt asha was
watching us as she sucked Asif�s cock and removing the
cock from her mouth told asif, � hey boy suck that
cute ass of your sister. See how it is inviting you.
Lick it. Sale aapne bahan ki gaand chato aur usko mast
karo. Chal mai tere niche aati hu aur tera lund
choosti hu. Tu zook kar uski gand chat.�

And asha crawled below Asif who bent to lick Lubna�s
ass. We all were enjoying this immensely when I heard
moaning from the bedroom. Ohh it was Sabera! We had
forgotten her and she made her presence known to us by
moaning. Asha got up and excused herself telling Asif
and Lubna to close their eyes for a big surprise. I
had another surprise for all including Asha which I
was to disclose in the end. Both the kids closed their
eyes and continued their job. Lubna fucking me and
Asif licking her gand. Asha came with Sabera in the
room and what a sight! Sabera had her blouse open and
her nipples were hard. Her boobs heaved as she
breathed faster. The sight of her niece and nephew
fucking together had made her come many times. She
walked as if she was drunk and then Asha told her to
crawl below Asif and to suck his waiting cock. Before
that Asha had Sabera naked and was fingering the
excited choot of Sabera.

Sabera crawled below Asif and took his cock in her
mouth. She just took his cock head and chewed on it.
Asif felt some change in the technique and opened his
eyes to see who was that. OHHHhhhhh what a shock he
felt! His cock jumped out of his aunt�s mouth and his
body stiffened. He cried, � Ohhh My god! Its you
Aunty!�

�Yes its me my boy. Your Aunt! I watched you all
getting it on and thought to join the fun. Ohhh god!
See that slut Lubna! Dancing on that big Lund! Ohh see
her pussy! Its full of that rod! Ohhhhh! Come on Asif
give me your Lund and lick that slut�s asshole dear.
Ohhhh give me! Yyeessssss! Come on Asha lick my choot
lick suck the pussy. I feel so high with aallll this!
After so many years!�

Lubna heard her aunt and jumped on my cock taking all
9 inches in that tight choot. �Ohhh auntie! You too
joined the fun! Oohh God lets all enjoy. Suck his cock
auntie! drink his come! Swallow it down your throat
then lick me and lick the come of Uncle Jeevan from my
choot! Asha auntie suck her choot and make her hot for
us.� Sabera was now sucking Asif�s cock in earnest
taking all of it deep in her mouth. She also tickled
his balls holding each in hand and weighing them
alternately.

Now Asif was coming and shot his wad deep in his
aunt�s mouth. Sabera felt the hot jism in her mouth
and jerked her choot over Asha�s mouth crying out
loudly as she came too. Seeing all the action around
me I came deep in Lubna�s choot. Lubna too came
feeling my jism in her choot and jumped on my lund
driving the jerking monster deep in her cunt.

Asha did not come but observed everything and rubbed
her own choot with her entire hand and came. We all
were satisfied but wanted more. Sabera was looking at
my cock thirstily and asked Asha if she can fuck me
and offered Asif�s Lund to her instead. Sabera did not
wait even to see her reaction but grabbed my now semi
hard cock and thrust it in her mouth. Now was the time
to bring in the third cock THE DOGGIE COCK. I asked
Asha to bring our German shepherd in the room and told
her he was up on the terrace. Asha looked at me
questioningly and went to obey me. Meanwhile Lubna was
busy sucking Asif�s cock and looking at her aunt
sucking me. My cock soon became hard and I asked
Sabera to roll her tits over my cock. Sabera caught
her soft boobs and brought them to my cock and placed
my cock between them. I felt the soft flesh rubbing on
my cock and asked Sabera to tit fuck me. Sabera caught
my cock between the twin melons and rolled both the
breasts with her hands. I felt my cock rolling between
them and ooohhhhhhhhh it was heaven! We all heard the
dog barking and Asha entered with the huge German
shepherd.

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