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D U D E R A N C H
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The desert is a cruel and forboding place, yet that summer, I was to call it
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home. Having finished school, it seemed the only prospect of work was with a
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ranch situated smack dab in the middle of what normal folk would consider a
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dust bowl. Yet, somehow, the thought of going did not make me unhappy.
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When the tears had cleared from mother's eyes, I saw fit to plant a big kiss on
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her thinly paired lips, feeling her moist cheeks against mine as I pressed to
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bid her farewell. It saddened me, but if I was to prove myself a man, this
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parting was my trues course. Turning to father, always a cold and emotional
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figure became almost sorry to see me standing there on the platform.
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With a handshake, the acceptable form of manly gesture, I boarded the train,
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now puffing and preparing to depart. I found my seat with little trouble and
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craned to catch a glimpse of mother as the trained jerked and started pulling
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away from the station. She waved her handkerchief and sobbed under a supporting
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arm from dad. It was the first time I'd ever tried to put distance between
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myself and what I termed home. The bonds I was breaking cause her much pain, I
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knew, but then we both had an understanding. Something good would come out of
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it all. I would be proving myself a man.
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A few more puffs brought the train up to speed and I watched the ties meld into
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a blur. The speed caused me to sink into my seat. It was like getting a gentle
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hug from mother, so warm and sincere. I looked out the window to shake the last
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thoughts of family and filled my mind with dust, blowing heat and the mooing of
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cattle. I'd noticed earlier a brochure of some sort on the seat across the
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compartment. Now I grabbed it, wanting anything to keep the tears back.
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It was a brochure from the ranch I was travelling too, oddly enough. The cover
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was golden, highlighting rugged, rusty, sandstone peaks against the glowing orb
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of the sun. Cacti littered the landscape and a lone cowboy was silhouetted
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against the deep blue to scarlet hues of the sky. He looked a rough sort of
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creature. Certainly the kind of thing you would expect to find in a dust bowl.
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A yawned a deep breath, nodded my head toward to window and slowly set into a
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sleep.
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It was morning. The train had come to a stop and the baraking jolt had aroused
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me. The brochure lay crumpled in my hand. I looked out the window into my new
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habitat, grabbed my bags and prepared to enter it, alone.
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Just getting the bags off the train was bad enough. I'd now have to find out
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where I was going and just how I was about to get there. As I managed the last
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step down, my bags landed with a thud at my feet. The wind rose and a lay a
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hand at my hat should it decide to fly. Dust specks hit me hard in the face and
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my mouth was sucked dry. The air was hot and the sweat was already welling on
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my neck and back.
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"Are you Steve?" a gruff voice said from ahead. I looked up to see a cowboy
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coming for me. He took sweeping steps and met me before I had even a chance to
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answer him.
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"Yeah. Who are you?" I didn't expect anyone to be meeting me at the station. No
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one in fact knew that I would even be there.
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"Your parents wired ahead and told us you'd be arriving on this train. Guess
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they were worried you'd get lost or something. Anyhow...I've come to collect
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you back to the ranch. Are these your things?" His words were well spoken. I
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thought it really rude if I declined him now and I accepted, even though I was
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eager to prove myself.
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"Yeah. Thanx for coming. I wasn't really expecting anyone to be here. Not that
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I can't manage, I think I did pack a bit too much. Oh well!" I looked into his
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eyes as I spoke. He met me and smiled.
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His hands were really large and he took a bag in either one not even bothering
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to clutch the handles. I grabbed the remaining tote and followed him from the
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station. Out front were two horses hitched to a crude wagon. This was
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obviously the transportation home. What I would now be calling home anyway.
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I stopped to look at the horses. They were beautes and I couldn't wait to get
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into the saddle, but these two were in no condition to have me ride them at
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present. They looked pretty tired so I guessed that the ranch was a fair ride
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away. He had already ascended the wagon and was readying. I took a step up and
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threw my tote into the back as he tugged on the reins to start the horses. Off
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we went.
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"Hey! Ya know. I don't even know yer name. What is it?", I said, trying to make
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adult conversation.
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"My name's Jim, but my friends call me Tongue." He giggled, in a deep tone, and
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extended a hand, keeping the other fixed on the reins.
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Shaking his hand made me feel like I was taking the first step toward my
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destiny. I'd never actaully shaken anyone's hand before, except for dad's. It
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was different this time though and Jim's hands were really rough, like the
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ground we rode across.
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"Why do they call you Tongue? That's a really strange name, kinda funny too." I
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chuckled. I looked at him square now. As he turned, facing me, a grin came on
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his face and his eyes sparkled, something like mom's diamond ring.
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"It's a long story Steve. Maybe some time I will tell you, but for now, call me
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what ever you like. Names don't mean much round here 'ceptin' super time, and
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even then it's usually only the chime that brings you to the table ta eat."
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The country started getting rougher. I even saw a few wild animals, the likes
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of which I'd only until now seen pictures of in books. It was so different to
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see these things close up and in real life. I wanted to take a camera and
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capture everything I saw but I'd forgotten to bring it with me and besides, I
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don't think I could bring enough film with me either. There certainly weren't
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any stores out here for such things. Everything would be mail order from now
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on, so I was informed.
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The sun was high in the sky before we reached some stone cairns marking one of
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the ranch's southern boundary. Jim tugged gently on the reins and the horses
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responded with a quickened pace. I was surprised that he didn't yell at then
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at all. A man and beast rapport I'd not thought possible, except in legend. It
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was like the horses and he actually talked through those two thin threads of
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leather.
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Buildings now formed on the not too distant horizon. As we pulled closed, I
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even saw figures emerging and disappearing, going about their daily chores and
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such. One thing struck me as being odd, but I just assumed that all the women
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would be indoors, in the cool, preparing grub. The thought of it made me hungry
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as I had not had anything since super of last night.
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A tap on the wagon brought the horses to a stop, each of them puffing and
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snorting anticipating some reward for travelling the great distance we hade
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come. A hand came out of a barn off across the garden and took the horses
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away. Jim had already gotten my bags and tote out of the back. The tote he now
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handed to me, dropping it lightly into my out-stretched hands. "Come on," he
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said, "I'll take you into your bunkin' house and get ya settled, then you can
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wash up and I'll take ya in for chow." I nodded agreeingly.
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He ran up a couple of steps, with me closely behind, and into what looked like
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the hands quarters. It was then that it hit me that I would be really workin'
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hard all summer. Feedin' the animals, washin' down the horses and herdin'
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cattle. One thing was for sure though, I was certainly going to enjoy gettin'
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in the saddle. Straddling a horse was a great feeling. It always gave me a rush
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of power and I felt like I could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.
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My room was at the end of the hall on the left. Curtains wisped gently in the
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breeze coming through a partially open window. The scent in the room was musty,
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like it hadn't been used in some time. But nonetheless, I didn't see any dust,
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save what came in on the breeze from outside. Jim tossed my bags off to one
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side and landed himself on the bed with a bounce. "This is a good mattress.
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I've slept in this room many a time. You should be really comfortable here
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Steve, lad."
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"Yeah. Looks okay." I smiled and sat down next to him. A loud noise from behind
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startled me and I spun quickly, noticing that it was only the breeze catching
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the door and slamming it shut. "Wow. That scared me. I hate loud noises,
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'specially when you're not 'spectin' 'em."
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"This place is usually pretty quite Steve. Fact is, this room is away from all
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the others so you won't be disturbed much at all." He lay a hand on my shoulder
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and squeezed me ever so slightly, but I could feel just how strong his grip
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was. Must have been the years of work out here in the nowhere. A smile came
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across his face and that same shining came to his eyes. Then he lay back onto
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the pillow, his arms folded behind his head.
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He looked rugged, but his gentleness led me into a sense of security. I didn't
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really understand what was going on but I felt I was being drawn into
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something. My emotions surged and my senses were acute, expecting that I should
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again hear a loud noise. I sat there poised, at Jim's side. His gaze not
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leaving my darting eyes.
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The butterflies in my stomach told me that something was happening but I didn't
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yet comprehend just what it was. I looked at Jim hoping he could explain it to
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me. My face, I was sure, was growning redder by the minute and the pumping of
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my heart made it difficult to swallow with each advance of blood. My temples
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pulsed with it and my nostrils flared. Jim just lay there calm.
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The curtains lifted and the cool breeze fell along my back. I felt the sweat
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there and had an inkling of what wa to be. Jim caught me and moved a hand to my
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back. His touch was gentle and I was unafraid. I moved closer to him, shifting
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my buttocks along the sheets without trying to create a noticeable effort. His
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elbow bent and he noticed my shift, sliding his hand along the ridge of my
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spine, held tight against my moistened shirt.
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He looked right through me and knew everything I wanted even though I did not.
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"You've come here hoping to become a man, Steve, and that's just what you are."
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His words were as kind as his touch. I relaxed, putting an arm about his belt.
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The buckle was almost as large as the back of my hand. I caught his eye again
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and when I looked down again, the buckle was gone. It shocked me at first,
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because I had not seen a movement at all, and had only looked up momentarily.
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His arm wrapped around me and pulled me up onto his chest, my legs still draped
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across the bed and toes pointing toward the floor. I just lay there, unable to
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speak. I was aware of my feelings but it was difficult for me act on them. I
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really didn't know how. This Jim sensed, and to make it easy for me, he
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prompted me on.
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"Why don't you get out of that shirt, Steve? It looks uncomfortable." I nodded
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affirmatively, and he helped with the buttons, sliding one hand around my
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waist, his rough skin soothing me as he pushed it further around and up my back
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to a shoulder. I fell back onto it and felt his other hand loosening my pants.
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Instantly, my hands were there, alarmed, again. It was a real shock to discover
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these feelings so quickly. Almost immediatley after Jim did anything I jumped,
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then relaxed as I comprehended its full meaning and his intention.
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My pants slid off landing in a pile, on top of my shirt, on the floor. Next
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were socks, and a pair of underwear lay at the foot of the bed. He was still
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fully clothed, minus a belt. This made me curious now. I was fully naked yet he
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still had all his clothes on. It somehow didn't seem like it was supposed to be
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like this and I put a hand up to unbutton his shirt.
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Soon, it too was in the growing pile on the floor, his pants were next. I had
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to tug hard to get them off. It was then that I noticed his crotch. Unlike
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mine, it was full and swollen. I looked closer, and the lines of his
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undershorts showed that something was alive inside. I felt a rush of blood and
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my groin was warmed, his hands coming for me and pulling me onto his stomach,
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butt first.
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As I sat there, I felt him underneath me, warm and wet. Putting a hand at his
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chest and one at his shoulder, I gained some stability and thoughts began
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forming in my head. It was becoming clearer all the time, like a puzzle with
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pieces popping into place at random. Sometimes, the picture was easy to see,
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and other times, not enough pieces were there. I felt a pulse between my
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cheeks. It didn't startle me. I looked into his sparkling eyes and at his
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thick lips, moistened by a sliding tongue.
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"So...tell me why they call you tongue," I said, the voice coming from a
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seeming nowhere. I didn't even know I'd said it until after I realized what I
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said.
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He moved, lifting me into the air above him. I freed my arms and tugged at his
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shorts, pulling them down to put the missing pieces of the puzzle into place.
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It was then that I saw the whole picture and knew how I was about to become a
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man. When he lowered me, I rested my head on his chest, listeneing to the beat
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of his heart. It thumped like a bass drum, deep inside.
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The warmth of his crotch rose into mine, and I felt hard, as was he. I just lay
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there, rubbing myself on him and it felt really good. It felt great. I felt
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warm all over. His strong hands helped me and grabbed at either of my cheeks,
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moving me left and right across him. I sighed heavily, breathing hot air across
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his erect nipple. I thought to lick it, and in the effort was swept off him.
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I was face down in the pillow before I knew what was happening. The warmth in
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my groin was still there, as was one of Jim's hands. It rubbed me gently, as I
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had rubbed on him and I felt another sensation coming at me from behind - a
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heat like that I had not felt before followed by incredible pleasure. I turned
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sideways and saw him licking me from behind. It felt so good. I'd never
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experienced anything like it before. The warmth filled me and I became very
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wet, rolling from side to side, Jim playing with me all the time.
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Though I had read about orgasms in books, the ones under dad's bed were very
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explicit about such things, I'd never actually had one myself. But if this was
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anything, it was close to an orgasm. I felt his tongue working deeper and
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deeper. His mouth opened and closed and I felt his teeth knawing at me. The
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roughness of his hands added to the sensation in my crotch and I rolled to see
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what was happening. I couldn't believe the size of it. I'd never seen it that
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large before. It was amazing.
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He rubbed and prodded, his tongue occasionally licking one of my balls. I
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watched him do this and saw the skin contract around it. It felt just as good
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as having him in behind. Then he was back there pushing even harder. I felt his
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half day old shave against my bare bottom. That was another sensation driving
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me up. Moments later I was spasmed into the bed, his tongue still pushing and
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working it out of me. My eyes blinked uncontrollably and for a moment, I
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couldn't stop shaking. The pleasure was immense. A few seconds later, a felt
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wetness under me and had stopped spasming. I was in control again.
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"Was that an orgasm?" I asked him.
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"Yeah. Was it good Steve?"
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The words were there but they didn't really express how I felt. I threw both
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arms around his broad shoulders, and hugged him tight as I could. The intensity
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of the hug almost stuck me to him, stomach to stomach, but I felt that he
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understood what I meant from it. He patted me gently on the behind, telling me
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that I had best wash up for super. I took a last look as he fell back onto the
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bed, then I grabbed a towel from my bag, tied it about my waist and headed into
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the bathroom for a shower.
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As I washed myself, the thoughts of mother crying seemed very distant to me.
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Soon, I would be writing her, telling her I was a man.
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