Bastard Child, Cowboy, Oil Man

By: JWSmith
(© 2012 by the author)
Editor:  Rock Hunter

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Chapter 4

We got in the pickup, and he stared straight ahead until we were on the road heading out to the ranch, then he turned and looked at me. I still didn't know why he was acting this way if everything was okay. I glanced at him with a tentative smile. He shook his head. "You know, Dane? I'd be neck deep in shit right now if it weren't for you and your dad."

"Hey, he's your dad, too."

"You're right. And he went to bat for me today. He saved my ass… thanks to you."

"So tell me what happened."

"You mean other than being out to Dad, the principal, and the superintendent?"

I shrugged. "Looks to me like they had to know to be able to help you. None of them are going to tell anyone. So, what happened with Oliver?" 

"Well, first thing after I left you, I ran into him. Right in front of a bunch of other guys, he asked if we were on for after school. To shut him up, I just nodded and fled to class. Fifteen minutes into the hour, a kid shows up and hands the teacher a note. The teacher told me to go with the kid to the office. Shit, I was scared. I figured it had something to do with Oliver but didn't know what. I was ushered right into the principal's office. There sat Dad, the principal and a man and woman I didn't know, but soon learned that the man was the school superintendent and she was Mrs. Wright, Oliver's mother. Mr. Howell, the principal, asked me to be seated and then told me that Dad had told them all about my situation. Man, at that moment I was so embarrassed I could have died.  He asked me to tell them in my own words what had happened. When I hesitated and glanced at Mrs. Wright, she spoke up and said that she knew her son was a homosexual and that he was rather aggressive, and that I shouldn't hesitate to tell them what Oliver had done.

"It took me a while to get all the story out. I broke down and bawled a couple of times. Dad was right there holding me, telling me everything was going to be alright. When I got through, I was sure they'd all be looking at me like I was some kind of pervert, but all I saw was sympathy. 

"Mr. Howell then called Oliver into the office. I didn't know that he'd recorded everything I'd said. Oliver gave me a dirty threatening look when he came in. Mr. Howell asked him to sit down and listen. He then replayed the recording. I just sat and stared at my hands through the whole ordeal. Oliver jumped up and yelled out that I was lying when I told about how he was blackmailing me. He said that I was actually begging him to do it again. Mr. Howell told him to shut up, sit down and listen to the rest of it.

"When it got to the part where I told them how he'd blackmailed me into having anal sex, Oliver insisted that I was begging him to do it, that he didn't really want to… but he'd given in to shut me up. Mrs. Wright told him that he was lying, because he'd done the same thing to another boy that had left school and moved to another town."

"Oh, that would have been Billy Kline, I bet," the principal said.

Mrs. Wright nodded. "Oliver insisted that Billy had wanted it, too."  

Mr. Stevens, the superintendent, asked Oliver if he was aware that what he'd done was rape. That really shook him up. He started blubbering and saying he was sorry, he was only having fun. Man, I lost my temper then. I started yelling at him. "Fun? You think it was fun having my asshole ripped? I still can't go to the bathroom without bleeding." That caused a lot of consternation, let me tell you. The school doctor was called and I had to go be examined. I was embarrassed all over again having to stick my bare ass up so the doctor could examine my rectum. Man, I love your… our dad. He was right there, rubbing my back, telling me I'd be okay. I tell you, he's more of a father to me than Big Jim ever was. And I loved Big Jim."

I'd long ago pulled over to the side of the road and parked. I wasn't even aware that I was crying until Jimmy reached over and wiped my tears.

"Anyway," Jimmy continued. "The doctor verified that I'd been ripped. It wasn't serious and it was beginning to heal, so he gave me a prescription for a salve and some stuff to put in a tub of hot water to sit in for half an hour every day."

"So, what happened to Oliver?" I asked.

"Well, while I was in the doctor's office, Mr. Merrill called the Juvenile Authority. They decided that since Oliver's seventeen and this is the second time he's been accused of rape, he will be tried as an adult."

"Jeez," was the only response I could come up with.

Garth Brooks was singing on the radio which is always on and tuned to the local station that played Country music. His song was interrupted by a news break. "A local youth that had been jailed earlier today was found dead in his cell. He'd apparently stuffed toilet paper down his throat until he suffocated. Because of his age, his name and the charges against him will not be released."

I turned the radio off and stared at Jimmy. "Do you suppose....?" 

"Who else could it be?"

I started my truck and we drove home in silence, lost in our individual thoughts.

When we pulled up to the house, Dad and May were waiting for us. Jimmy said, "Oh shit. He told Mom." He leaned forward and covered his face. I looked at our parents to see how they were going to react. May's expression was stern. Her eyes were red and puffy like she'd been crying. Dad had an arm around her back. They stepped off the porch toward us. May suddenly ran to the passenger side and yanked the door open. From her expression I thought she was going to start beating on Jimmy. I grabbed him and pulled him toward me. May's face fell apart when she saw my defensive look. She burst into tears and held out her arms for her son. I pushed him upright and May pulled his pliant body into her bosom. "Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. You're going to be okay." Jimmy let it all loose as he bawled into his mother's breast, he blubbered over and over, "I'm sorry, Mama.  I'm sorry, Mama."

Dad was standing behind May rubbing Jimmy's head as he cried into his mother's shoulder. I slid out of the truck and went around to Dad. "We just heard on the radio that Oliver killed himself in the jail cell," I told him.

He looked at me sternly, "Are you sure it was Oliver?" 

"The radio didn't give any name, but who else could it be?"

Dad ran into the house and called the sheriff who was an old buddy of his, brushing past Granpa who was looking rather strange and withdrawn. Figuring Jimmy and his mom needed some time alone, I followed him, studying Granpa as I approached the stoop. Granpa turned as I put my foot on the first step and disappeared into the house. May and Jimmy followed me into the house.

While Dad was on hold, he held out his arm to Jimmy who walked into his hug. May wrapped her arms around the two of them. When the sheriff came on Dad relaxed his hold on Jimmy who straightened up to listen.  May stood beside him with her arms around him.

"Hey, Dan," Dad said into the phone. "This is Dale Hilliard. My boys just heard on the radio that some kid just killed himself in a cell. Was it Oliver Wright?"

He paused and listened.  "Oh damn, Dan, that is tough, but there is no way your department could be held responsible for his death." "Yeah, keep in touch."

May asked, "Was it Georgia's boy?"

Dad nodded. "Dan just reviewed the video tape. Seems Oliver had picked up the roll of paper and threw it against the wall as if having a temper fit. He then lay down on his cot and pulled a blanket over his head and apparently used the paper to stuff his nose, and then his mouth and throat. He suffocated himself." May whimpered and laid her head on Dad's shoulder. Jimmy and I simply stared at each other.

May straightened up, wiped her face and said, "Dale, I think we should go see Georgia. She's all alone. She has no family at all now." Dad nodded as they went to change clothes.

Neither Jimmy nor I had moved. We watched our parents leave the room and then he slowly walked over to me. I put my arms around him and we simply held each other. When May came back into the room, somberly dressed, she walked over and put an arm around both of us. "I'm so glad you two have each other for support." Dad came in and we broke up the group hug. He went to Jimmy and wrapped him in one of his big ol' bear hugs and rocked him for a moment. I could see that he was whispering to him.

When they broke, Dad gave me a good hug. "You two behave yourselves and fix yourselves and Granpa something to eat. We'll be back sometime tonight."

"There a roast in the fridge, Boys. Make some sandwiches," May said.

After they left Jimmy draped his arms over my shoulder and laid his head against mine. "Do you think Dad told my mom that I'm gay?"

As I rubbed his back, I said, "I don't know, Jim. I figure he told her about the blackmail and rape, but knowing Dad, I doubt that he did. I think he'd figure it was up to you as to if and when you tell her."

"I hope you're right."

"Don't you plan on telling her?" 

"Well... yeah, but I don't know. This is all so new to me. I've really only come to grips with the idea since yesterday evening. I kinda told you last night. And I told all the people in the principal's office. But... it's still... I don't know, just a bunch of words. You know what I mean?"

"Sort of. I never had that kind of problem. It grew on me gradually, and even though I haven't done anything more than kiss you last night, I've known for a long time that I'm gay."

"I guess I just refused to even think about it until I got roped in by Oliver. It was like he could read my mind about what I wanted to do..... except for the butt fuckin' part. I didn't want him to do that at all."

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Starved. I haven't eaten since breakfast. At one point I thought about it, but no one ever mentioned it, so I kind of forgot about it."

"Let's go dig in the fridge and see what we can find."

As I dug the roast and bread out along with the rest of the sandwich stuff, I looked up to see Granpa standing in the doorway staring at the floor. He was strangely withdrawn, not at all like his usual ebullient self.

"Would you like a sandwich with us," I asked.

He nodded with a slight smile, and I commenced slicing the roast, not really paying any attention to him. When I got all three sandwiches put together, sliced in half and on plates, I turned to find Jimmy wrapped in Granpa's arms. I don't think either of them had uttered one word, but they both had tears sliding down their cheeks. I quietly put the stuff away and got the crock of ice cold milk out of the fridge and filled three glasses. By then they'd pulled themselves together. So, armed with the glasses of cold whole milk and the big cold roast beef sandwiches, we sat out on the porch and ate.

I must have been the only one that was starving, because when I finished mine, Jimmy was just finishing up his first half and Granpa had only taken a couple of bites. When I looked questioningly at him, he laid down his sandwich and started talking.

"When I was thirteen I thought I was a big cowboy, I could rope, and I was pretty good at throwing a calf and tying it. One roundup my dad let me join the hands and I was paired with an older fellow to bring in any cattle in the northwest quadrant. We stopped for lunch and got to talking about sex. Before I knew what was happening that ol' S.O.B. had me down on my hands and knees and was sticking his big ol pecker up my rear. When he'd finished with me, he told me I'd better not tell anyone, and threatened me.

"Damn, I was so ashamed that there was no way I would've told anyone. After that, he tried a couple of times to get me off alone, but I wouldn't go for it, and finally I got up the courage to tell him that if he didn't leave me alone I'd tell my daddy. It was soon after that that he packed up his gear and left the ranch.

"Even with him gone, the guilt and shame ate at me. It took a long time… years before I got over it. But I guess I never did really get over it… just learned to put it in the back of my mind and try to forget it. Learning what happened to you, Jimmy, brought it all back fresh as if it happened yesterday.

"I s'pose that if I'd had someone to talk to about it, maybe I'd have gotten rid of it. So, Jimmy, whatever you do, don't try to hold it all in. Talk it out with someone. The more you talk about it the better off you'll be in the long run."

Granpa hugged us both and told us we'd better get our chores done. He gathered our dishes and headed into the house.

After we'd done our chores and took care of the fresh milk, which May usually did, I washed up the milk pails and strainers. Jimmy wandered out the door. I hung the dish towels and followed. Granpa was nowhere to be seen. The sun had set and it was getting dark. I didn't see Jimmy out in the yard. I stepped out on the porch and sat on the top step wondering where he'd headed off to. Other than the soft noises the farm animals make as they settle in for the night, and an occasional chirp from a cricket, the night was quiet.  

I sat there enjoying the silence which was suddenly broken by a harshly whispered, "God damn it, Jimmy Hobson, why'd you do it? You stupid shit head. Now Dane's never going to want you." I realized that it was Jimmy getting down on himself.  I leaped off the porch and headed around the corner of the house toward his voice and tripped over something fairly large and went flying face first into the dirt. I was thankful it was soft freshly dug dirt where May was putting in a flower garden. Jimmy was instantly beside me, apologizing. He'd been sitting against the side of the house right at the corner. It was him I'd tripped over.

Once he was assured that I was okay, he let go of me and started to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him around. "Jimmy Hobson, you and I are going to go into my bedroom and we're going to talk."

I held on to him and led him back into the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom.  He pulled away from me as I closed the door, and belligerently stood with legs bent like he was ready to fight. I ignored his stance and walked up to him. We were nose to nose. He started backing up and when the backs of his legs hit the bed, he abruptly sat. I pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. He didn't offer any resistance, but said, "Strange position for talking." 

"It's a perfect position. This way you can listen to my body talk to yours as I verbalize."

No matter what, Jimmy's sense of humor was always ready to surface. He grinned and asked, "You goin' to verbalize me, Dane?"

I ground my hard cock against his and his expression turned serious. "Oh, God, Dane," he moaned.

"You hear what my body is telling yours?"

"You're going to make me cum," he whined.

"Don't you dare cum until I finish talking to you. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you that day up on the mesa. I love you... more than as my best friend... more than as my brother. I've known for a long time that I'm gay. I guess I just got too good at hiding it, if you, my best friend and brother, thought I wasn't."

"Stop moving. How in hell can I listen with you rubbing against me?"

I grinned at him. "You got my message?"

"Loud and clear," he groaned.

"Any response?"

"Damn, Dane, you're talking so much… you can't hear what I'm telling you."

"What's that, Jimmy?"

"You turn me on so easily, I can cum just by looking at you."  

Jimmy suddenly grabbed hold of me, rolled me off him and stood up. He grinned as he danced around on one foot trying to pull his boot off. I laughed and grabbed him, pulling him off balance. He fell onto the bed. Never having let go of his boot, he pulled it off with a whoosh and tossed it across the room, then attacked his other one. He glanced at me and said, "Come on, get your damned clothes off. I want some skin contact in this conversation."

Over the years since I came to live with my dad, I've seen Jimmy naked many times. Hell, besides skinny-dipping in the cow tanks and showering at the same time, we'd even slept in the same bed naked. Until that moment, I'd never let myself get excited by his naked body... at least not in his presence. I was already hard, but watching him strip had me aching and leaking like I'd never done before.

Once he'd completed stripping, he grabbed hold of my left boot and tugged it off, grabbed my sock and pulled it off, then did my right one. I lay there and just soaked in his manliness. "You sure are a purty sight, Jimmy."  He grinned at me, but didn't say anything, intent on getting my belt undone.  

Once he had my Levi's unbuttoned, he grabbed the bottoms of my pant legs and pulled them off me. I sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, not bothering to unbutton it. Jimmy stood back and watched. I stared into his eyes as he stepped to the edge of the bed between my legs. I lay back and he crawled on top me. Holding his upper body above me, he ground against me as he stared intently into my eyes.

It only took about four rubs and I unloaded. My first shot hit him under his chin, and then he started shooting. He covered my face and chest with the biggest load I'd ever seen. Hell, I'd only ever seen myself shoot, and it was nothing like that. His arms gave out and he collapsed, sealing us together. I held him tightly as we caught our breath, then he raised up enough that he could lick my face.

When he had me clean, he kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I'd tasted my stuff before and hadn't particularly liked the flavor, but mixed with his saliva it was ambrosia.  I found myself licking the inside of his mouth trying to get more. Realizing what I was doing, Jimmy chuckled, and I slapped him on his butt.

"I love you, Dane."

My world was complete. I grinned. "No more'n I love you, Jim, my man." 

We were up and dressed when Dad and May returned. May went immediately to Jimmy and just held him for a minute or so. "Are you going to be okay, Honey?"

"I'm fine, Mom. Dale has healed me." 

She pulled back and held him at arm's length. "What do you mean?"

"He made love to me. He told me he loves me. I love him, too, Mom."

She intently studied his face. I could see his countenance start to crumble. Then she looked at Dad. "I knew it. I told you a while back that I thought these two boys were in love with each other."

Dad grinned. "You sure were right, May."

Jimmy was looking confused. His mother pulled him back to her bosom. "I love you, Son. You and Dane have my blessing."

Jimmy started bawling as his mother held him. I looked at Dad. He smiled, put his arm around me and walked us over to May and Jimmy. We wrapped them in a group hug. Jimmy moved into my arms and his mother moved into Dad's.  After a few moments, Dad cleared his throat. We broke our hug and looked at him and May standing arm in arm.

May smiled at me. "God bless you, Dane."

 I stepped up to her and embraced her. It surprised me that I was taller than she. I'd not paid any attention to the fact that I was nearly as tall as Dad. "I love you, Mom," I whispered to her.

She squeezed me and held me away from her. "Thank you, Dane, I'd wondered if you'd ever be able to call me Mom. I love you, Honey." 

She'd always called Jimmy 'Honey'. I found that it brought tears to my eyes to hear her call me that, too. I glanced at Dad. He had his arm around Jimmy's shoulders and Jimmy had his wrapped around Dad's waist.

Granpa had appeared in the door way and as he watched, he commented, "It's a shame that it took a trauma to bring these two boys together like this."  

To be continued...

Posted: 12/21/12