Chapter 2

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Time is nothing but nutrition for the soul as the days slipped away, giving  Belvidere Lake a different look. The Hagen men watched as machinery and men, created a camping retreat, all in the name of progress.

Eventually campers descended on Belvidere Lake, but never in crowded amounts. There were eight cabins completed, one of which belonged to Rick Sanderson, leaving seven cabins for employees who enjoyed camping. There was also a meeting hall housing an office, kitchen and dining hall.

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Cliff and Brian finished breakfast, after another round of naughty lovemaking with Brian’s hairy ass still moist from a “bad boy” bottom fuck.

They were on the front porch looking past the trees towards the far side of the lake. Their side had not changed at all; the activity and people were across the water.

Brian looked uncomfortable with his butt cheeks pulled tight.

“What are you thinking?” asked Cliff.

“I should hit the toilet and take a shower; gotta wash my butt. You fucked me up good, this time,” he replied to Brother Clifford who would rather fuck than eat.

“Oh yeah, that’s the way I do it. I know what you like, you dirty bastard.”

“Awe, nice – is that anyway to talk to your favorite brother, shit head?”

“I’m your only brother!” Then Cliff kissed Brian on the cheek, patted his ass, and told him to go wash, because he was a mess.

Seconds later Brian was singing in the shower. The warm water rolled down over his hairy chest, through his crotch, as he flipped his balls washing everything in sight.

He had emptied his butt of spent cum and scrubbed it well with bar soap. Brian was clean once more; however, he was not doing that again today.

Cliff came into the bathroom bringing his brother a clean large bath towel.

“Hey bud, I brought you a clean towel,” he shouted to his brother behind the curtain.

“Thanks! Now get out, you don’t need to check my ass.”

“Yeah – I love you too,” shouted Cliff leaving the room, closing the door behind him. “What a character,” he mumbled grinning to himself.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went outside. Cliff was sitting on the front porch drinking coffee when Brian joined him. His hair was still damp and he looked awesome. He wore clean jeans, a tee shirt stretched tightly over his solid chest.

“Coffee?”

“Sure, any hard rolls left,” Brian asked.

“Yep, I saved one for you. You know I always look out for you,” Cliff added returning the smile.

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“I’m riding ‘Shadow’ the black stallion today. I thought I would ride across the lake and talk to Rick, if he is anywhere around this morning. Wanna come?’ asked Brian.

“Can’t - I have to go into the shop today to do a transmission job on Casey’s old Ford truck. Clifford replied. “Jesus, don’t tell him he smells good, you’re such a dope.”

“I’m friendly, I’m not talking nasty to him, shit head; he’s our neighbor.”

“Oh good lord,” Clifford mumbled. “Here’s your damn coffee.”

“Thanks bro, awe nice going,” concluded Brian. “Calling me names again.”

The brothers battered back and forth, when alone, but in public, never a swear word or vile comment. They were cowboys, yet extremely polite.

Both brothers worked part time to keep busy and earn a few buck to help with the bills. They had however, a comfortable amount of inherited money invested from their grandfather and parents. They took nothing from the government being fortunate in their forties to be independent.

Cliff worked part time in Abilene at a body and fender shop. He was an auto mechanic and kept his own hours. They had two pickup trucks and a jeep on the farm. Cliff maintained all of them.

Brian worked, part time, as a short order cook at a diner in Abilene. He filled in when needed walking back and forth behind the counter. As burgers sizzled on the grill, he was Mr. charming, soaking up attention, knowing how he looked from the waist down. Once he heard a woman talking to her friend, “Look at the butt! - That cowboy could screw me anytime.”

It inflated Brian’s ego tremendously, so he dressed accordingly making sure front and back was visible to anybody who wanted to look.

However, both he and Cliff, politely avoid women, still he would flirt with them, because he was a hot looking cowboy. To the Hagen brothers, flirting was an idealistic view of how their world worked.

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‘Shadow,’ was Brian’s favorite horse. He loved all the horses on the farm, and fussed over them. However, ‘Shadow’ was the key to handsome horseflesh and they were friends. It was stallion and man whenever matched together.

Brian sat on the top rail of the corral fence holding a carrot in his hand. He was in the habit of giving ‘Shadow’ a treat and fussing over him.

It wasn’t long before ’Shadow’ was saddled, with Brian arched high on the horse. Brian enjoyed being a cowboy, not realizing how appetizing he truly looked. Nah – I’m sure he did.

Clifford ignored his brother’s antics, understanding Brian’s self-centered ego. Just the same, Cliff used him as a homegrown whore. It was a genuine Hagen secret, flipping a coin to see who would be on top. The ego stuff was only drama; and they were both good actors.

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The road to the campsite finally covered with stone gravel, was calm, and mysterious. ‘Shadow’ pranced along doing a slow trot, stopping by the first cabin. Brian saw children in bathing suits, playing by the porch; every cabin had a porch. It was a cabin, sandy beach, then water, in that order.

“Are you a cowboy?” asked a little girl looking at ‘Shadow.’ 

“Yes, I am a cowboy,” replied Brian looking around trying to spot Rick Sanderson.

“Who are you looking for mister,” asked a young boy, who got up, from playing in the sand.

“Mr. Sanderson, do you know him?”

“He’s my pa.”

“He’s my pa too,” added the little girl. “My name is Jenny!”

“I’ll get my mommy,” said the boy, she knows everything her name is Holly.”

Then he yelled something strange, and a women with a towel in her hand, came out of the cabin.

“Hello there, are you looking for Rick?” she hollered to Brian.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing important. I’m Brian Hagen; I own the farm across from the lake with my brother Clifford. I wanted to look around the campsite,” remarked Brian twisting just a little sitting on ‘Shadow,’ his magnificent shiny black horse.

“Rick’s in town and will be back shortly, do you want to wait?” she asked. “I have coffee.”

“Nah, I was out riding and just stopped by, not a problem. Just a nosy neighbor, ha ha-ha.”

“That’s fine! Nosy is good,” she chuckled.

Then, Brian rode off through the woods, around the lake. There was a wide trail, skirting the lake, through the woods ending back at the Hagen farm. They have been using it for years, over county property. Now, the bank owned the land, so perhaps riding around the lake, would end.

It’s hardly a serious loss however; the Hagen’s owned 180 acres of land with more than enough fields, and wooded land, with trails for riding.

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“How was the campsite?” inquired Clifford, as Brian came into the house after unsaddling ‘Shadow.’ “Did you get to talk with Rick?”

“Nope, he wasn’t there.”

“I know – he was here,” Clifford responded, almost bragging.

“HERE! on the farm?”

“Yup, he stopped to say hello, and I showed him around the place. He asked about you, and I said you were horseback riding.

“He’s married!” Brian shouted with no hesitation.

“MARRIED,” barked Cliff surprised at hearing that. “I had no idea.”

“With two kids and an attractive wife; it’s another dead end Brother Cliff, another frigging nothing.”

“Don’t matter, I like him.”

“Yeah, I do too. He smells good. I wonder what he uses,” inquired Brian.

“Maybe you should ask him. You thought he smelled like strawberries, or raspberries. Who cares! On a more serious note, I gave him a batch of eggs to take back with him. It makes for good neighbors.”

“Yeah, it does, pa taught us that. I’ll take him horseback riding. I’ll pick the mare “Audrey” she’s a gentle horse, added Brian.

There is something warm about him. He must fuck like a rabbit,” said Cliff.

“You’re the fucker, hard all the time, ploughing my ass. Brian reminded him.

“What can I say - It’s a gift,”

“I hope you saved the receipt,” laughed Brian. 

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To be continued...