Chapter 4

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“Do you think this is a sensible moment? I am talking about the message I just received from Rick. He’s bored and looking for something. What do you think?” Brian asked his brother Cliff.

“I think you get a message asking if we are interested in company and you’re ready to tear off your boots and put clean sheets on the bed.”

“Whew, I only asked a question, you can be such a prick sometime,” Brian, replied not like hearing his brother’s answer. “I didn’t say a word about taking off my boots,” he added.

“Did you, or did you not, say – “What do you think?” well, that’s what I think.” Cliff replied, already regretting it.

“Yeah, I should have guessed you would come up with something like that.”

Cliff enjoyed a bit of back and forth, but hurting Brian wasn’t in the cards at all. He would curse a little, but loved him with a load of respect.

“I’ll tell you what,” began Cliff. “Let’s get into Rick’s pants and see how far we can go? He was joking of course, Cliff was much too cautious to try that.

“Yeah, or we can go riding, we still haven’t done that. I wonder why he is bored, with so much going on across the lake! Maybe he needs to get laid,” added Brian.

“I’m first,” said Cliff the master fucker in the family.

“Not so sure about that. He likes me a lot.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, you are a packed cowboy, hey, you never know.”

The nonsense went back and forth for a while longer. They kissed each other like genuine perverts on Pride Day. It was not passionate kissing, that would be over the top queer. They did family kissing, just a quickie on the lips.

Sucking dick was different. That was gay, but nothing more than that. They had their own ideas about everything when it concerned them.

A green army jeep roared up the driveway, stopping in front of the house. Rick was serious about coming to the farm because, he was already outside and getting out of his vehicle.

Then came a major surprise.

“I’ll be damn,” mumbled Cliff, looking out the window.

“Ha, here is another case of, “see, you never know,” – don’t say a thing sounding gay. Kids hear words, and they talk to mommy. There is no need for that – absolutely none!

That’s correct – Rick had brought his seven-year-old son Jamie with him.

“I think he is six years old,” said Brian.

“Yeah, like that makes a difference,” whispered Cliff - be cool!”

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“Hi, Mr. Brian, my daddy said I could see your horses.”

“You sure can; do you like horses?”

“I like ponies, horses are big and I’m little, but I know what to do with them,” said Jamie, shaking loose his hand, from Rick, controlling his movements.

“For a little cowpoke, you must be smart. How do you control a horse?” asked Cliff, joining in on the conversation.

“Awe, you know. Somebody holds the horse and then you climb on, and then the horse jumps up and down, and then you fall off and roll around on the ground and then people help you up,” Jamie answered in childlike English.

“Jamie has been driving his mother nuts wanting to ride a horse, well actually, he said, a pony.” Rick announced.

“That’s cool. Kids need to know about stuff, and a farm is full of things not found in school. Sorry though Jamie, we don’t have any ponies, just horses.”

“Big ones,” Jamie asked, “big horses?”

“Yup, pretty big! Let’s walk down to the barn and take a look,” said Brian.

“Okay.”

Cliff grabbed some carrots to bring along and they all headed to the stables about 400 yards from the house. The horses were gathered, (all five of them) outside standing in the corral.

Being used to seeing Cliff or Brian holding carrots, they immediately came to the corral fence like welcome wagon.

“They like getting their mouths around those fat carrots don’t they,” said Rick? He watched their jaws moving around in circles, with large horse teeth grinding away on the carrots.

“Yeah, mouth movements happen a lot around here,” replied Brian smirking.”

“A-hah,” smiled Rick – cool.

Beside Brian’s black horse ‘Shadow’, there was “Audrey, Paint, Bullet, and Randy, all handsome well cared for animals.

They were ‘people’ horses however, ‘Bullet,’ was high spirited, and the most energetic behaving sometimes as unbroken, and challenging for a cowpoke even who knew how to ride. ‘Bullet’ was like a women, – unpredictable.

After Jamie fed carrots to the horses, he lost interest in them. They were too big and scary. He wanted to see a pony like child actors ride in western movies. He thought that whoever owned horses, there must be ponies there too.

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Back at the campsite, people were gathering for a “come one – come all: barbeque at the meeting house. Jamie could see his little friends playing by the water’s edge and wanted to get back there to play with them. He had enough of horses, not really liking them. He wanted a pony.

Every Friday was pizza night, and Saturday was barbecue, for campers and their families.

“I should get my kid back over there. Say, why don’t you and Cliff come over and join us at the barbecue. Friends are welcome, so how about it,” said Rick.

“Come on, daddy, wined Jamie pulling on his father’s hand. “ Let’s go.” He began screaming.

“I better go. Think about coming, we are starting in an hour,” added Rick.

“That is cracking nice of you, but I have to pass,” said Cliff.

“Yeah, me too,” added Brian.”

“I understand, last minute invites don’t always work out,” replied Rick.

Don’t forget, we are riding, next week. I’ll take a day off from work, to get lost for a while; I’ll let you know, okay.” Rick said to Brian.

“Yup, it’s a plan. I’m giving you ‘Audrey” to ride, she’s a gentle mare, and won’t hurt your ass,” said Brian using his way of talking.

“Nah, I’m not worried about my ass getting hurt, it can take a pounding,” he giggled. “I live in town, but I know how to ride.”

Cliff walked back to the house, leaving Brian watching Rick’s jeep move away from the house. Rick headed back towards the lake; it mingled with the cars next to the meeting hall. He was gone.

Brian came into the farmhouse, sat down folded his arms; “he’s gay!”

“I’m not so sure,” said Cliff. He may be curious.”

“He is unpredictable, I know that,” said Brian. He is bored and wants company, so he brings his kid along with him. What’s up with that?”

“You sure you want to go down this road?” asked Cliff. “This isn’t a movie, you should gage things how they are, not how you want them to be.”

“I hear you bro. oh yeah, I surly do,” Brian replied. “I think my problem is reading between the lines, when I should pay attention to what is on the surface.”

“That’s it exactly, don’t take a victory lap just yet; let’s not destroy common sense,” commented Cliff, taking a couple of Budweiser’s from the fridge.

“Here.” he said, setting the beer down on the table, “get your lips around that!”

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To be continued...