The Big Valley Chapter 8
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Chapter 8
A couple days before Matthew's wedding daddy took momma to Waynesville to visit her family, and momma came back with dress-up clothes for us boys. She said they was hand-me-downs, but they looked like they hadn't been worn much. We all got black pants and white shirts. These dang pants wouldn't stay up by theirselves so I had to wear a belt; I could tell already that I didn't like city clothes. Makin' it even worse, she gave us all new summer underwear. Who the heck wore extra clothes in the summer? It was a pullover shirt with short sleeves and bottoms that were cut off at the knees. I was sure hoping this wedding didn't last long. To finish makin' us completely miserable, we had to wear stockings and city dress shoes. I hated these things; they hurt my feet and squished my toes together. Luckily, since there was so many of us, daddy loaded us all up in the buckboard and we rode over to the church in Smokemont.
When we got there, the place was covered up with family and friends. I saw Aunts and Uncles and cousins I hadn't seen since I was little. Inside the church I saw Abe and Sally sitting near the front since Abe's Uncle Jesse was preaching the wedding. I got to admit, my feelings toward preacher Jesse were less than friendly, but I kept them to myself.
We all got settled in, the music started and Anna and her daddy came marching up the aisle. Matthew was standing up front waiting; Mark, his best man, standing to his right side. The ceremony went on forever, all the talk about two becoming one and cleaving to each other, promising this and that. Then, finally, he got to the `I do' part. Everybody clapped and cheered, especially me, I was so glad it was over.
After the wedding, we had a big dinner on the grounds; all the proper ladies called it a `reception'. There was long tables under the shade of the trees next to the church, and they was covered up with all kind of food; enough to feed an army. We ate and `fellowshipped' for a couple hours, then everybody started leaving out one group at a time `til it was just the families left to clean up.
Matthew and Anna said their goodbyes and left to start their new life in the house Matt and Mark just built. On the way back home, Mark didn't say much; Mark and Matt had always been thick as thieves so I reckon he was kind of sad. I punched him on the shoulder and said "Just think, in a short while that'll be you". He smiled a little, and sat in his thoughts, but looked a little happier.
On the way home, my shoes and stockings had already come off, and before the wagon completely stopped me, Pauly and Luke had jumped off and raced to get up to the loft and get out of these ridiculous city clothes. We was all butt-naked by the time Mark made it up.
"Dang! My little brothers ain't so little anymore" he said, unbuttoning his shirt. We all took our time getting on our overalls, letting our hot bodies breathe a minute. I sat cross-legged on my bed and tried to be obvious as I watched Mark undress; it had been a long time since any of us had seen him in the raw. He pulled the dress pants off, but he actually took time to fold his and put them away in his steamer trunk. He bent over and that summer underwear went right up his split, showing off his muscled butt. He turned around to grab his overall off the peg next to his bed and I could see the big lump in the front of the underclothes, but disappointingly, he didn't take them off, he just pulled on the overalls and climbed on down out of the loft.
"Did you see that big ole bulgin' place in them underclothes" Pauly whispered to me.
"Yeah. I hope mine gets that big" I replied.
"It's not that big" Luke said.
"How would you know" I asked.
"I seen it when I went huntin' squirrels with him and Matt" he said, "it's about an inch longer than mine. Him and Matt are about the same size."
By my calculations that would make them about 7 ½ inches, that was pretty dang big to me and downright huge to Pauly.
"I don't reckon I'd want to get rooted with that" I whispered to Luke. He just shook his head and chuckled.
"The ideers in your crazy head..." he said.
Momma hollered up at us "y'all fold them clothes nice and put `em away, don't leave `em piled up in floor." After doing that, we went back downstairs. Since this was special day, daddy said we didn't have to work, so we all took off to find our friends. Me and Pauly headed toward the Moore's. When we came up on the house, my blood turned to fire. Sitting on the porch with my boy was none other than Abraham Palmer. Pauly ran off with Donny and I walked up to the two on the porch.
"Hey Johnny!" Daniel said.
"Hey" I forced out of my tight jaw; glaring at Abe. "What's he doing here?"
"I just came over to be friendly" Abe said.
"I thought you was `friendly' with Sally these days" I spit out, "you sure as hell ain't been friendly to me."
Daniel could see I was pissed off.
"I just came over because Sally's friend June likes Daniel here and wanted to see if he would go to the dance with her next week" Abe said.
"Oh really?" I said, "and what did you say Daniel?"
"Well, nothin' yet" he said, "but I don't see no harm in dancin', and June is kinda purty".
"I got to go" I turned and started back toward home before they could see tears, I wadn't going to give Abe that pleasure. First, he dumps me, now he's trying to turn my friend against me.
"Hey! Hold up!" I hear Daniel yell, but I'm running at this point. I don't want to go home; I know he'll find me if I go to the cave so I turn and run for the old abandoned cabin. I'm crying and barely can see where I'm going. I trip on an uncovered root and start to fall and everything slows down. I can see the big rock before my right arm hits it with the weight of my body on top of it. I can almost hear the bone snap when I fall, then everything is pain. I roll on my back and for a long while just lay there crying both from the pain and the betrayal I'm feeling. I'm still laying there heaving when I hear footsteps. I wipe my eyes, expecting to see Daniel or Abe, but instead I see an Injun boy looking at me.
"What happened to you?" he asked, "you okay?"
"I think I broke my arm when I tripped" I said, my voice still catching with sobs.
"Which one?" he asked.
"The right one" I said.
"Give me your other hand and I'll help you up" he said, I reached out and he took my hand and braced his foot against mine and pulled me up easily.
"Let me take you to my grandfather, he can bandage your arm so it will heal" he said.
We walked past the old house and down the other side of the ridge until we came to another cabin in the woods. An old white haired injun was sitting on the porch. His white hair was braided into a pony tail and hung down his back. His face was mostly deep wrinkles. The boy spoke to him in their language, I reckon he was explaining what happened. The old man motioned for me to come over. He looked at the boy and said something.
"Grandfather said he will have to feel your arm, it may hurt, be strong" he said.
The old man felt my upper arm and found the place the bones didn't quite match up. He spoke to the boy again and the boy came around behind me and wrapped his arms around me holding my good arm still. I was scared and looked back and forth at him and his grandfather trying to figure out what was going on. The old man spoke again and the boy tightened his grip. The old man pulled down on my arm and I nearly passed out with the pain. He turned it just a little and let it go back in place and the pain let up a little.
The boy said "grandfather has set your bones in the right place so they'll heal, but he'll have to wrap it so it won't move again. He said it will take a moon or longer for it to heal." The old man busied himself whittling some flattened sticks, about six of them. He wrapped cloth bandage around my upper arm then placed the sticks as he wrapped again. When he was done, I couldn't move the arm at all, the wrapping kept my elbow straight with my shoulder so the arm was safely still. Grandfather went in the cabin. The boy said that his grandfather was going to make me some medicine to help the pain. A few minutes later the old man came out with a cup of something hot and motioned for me to drink. The stuff was downright nasty tasting, but he made sure I drank it all. The boy said it was willow bark tea and it would make me feel better. He offered to walk me home to make sure I didn't have any trouble getting there.
"Thank you, grandfather, for helping me" I said, not knowing anything else to call the old man. The boy translated for me. The old man smiled and hugged me, patting my back and spoke to the boy again.
"Grandfather says it is his duty to help those in need, you are welcome" he said, "come and I'll walk with you back to your house."
"My name is Johnny" I said, getting tired of not knowing who I was talking to.
"My name is Standing Bear, but my white name is Samuel" he said "at my school they call me Sammy."
"Okay Sammy, come this way" and we started toward my house.
As luck would have it, we came across Abe on the way. He looked at my bandages and snorted.
"I told you God would punish sodomites" he said, shaking his head, "and now you're down to running around with injuns."
I had never seen this side of Abe; his uncle was turning him into a monster. I didn't say anything to him as he walked off but looked at Sammy and said "I'm sorry `bout Abe. He usually ain't a turd like that. His uncle, the preacher is giving him lessons I reckon."
"It's okay, I'm used to it" Sammy said.
The rest of the walk we talked about school and stuff, I asked if he had a girlfriend which he didn't. He asked me what Abe meant by sodomites. I hesitated and said "It means boys who lay with other boys". He looked down and said, "Oh. Then I may look forward to punishment too I reckon." I looked at him and couldn't help but smile.
"You mean..."
"Yes. My people call it two spirit, and it is not a bad thing" he said.
"Maybe I need to turn injun" I said.
He laughed and put his arm over my shoulder, I could smell him, different but still exciting. But, as I winced with pain, he pulled it back.
Luke jumped off the porch and ran over to us.
"Are you okay? Daniel came by here looking for you, he said you run off from his place."
"I broke my arm, but Sammy's grandfather fixed it up for me" I said "by the way this is Sammy. Sammy, this is my brother, Luke."
Leave it to Luke, he said "that's gonna mess up gettin' certain things done."
I turned red and he said "maybe we can find somebody to help with that" and gave me a lusty look. Me though, I turned and looked at Sammy, new possibilities in my head.
"Maybe Daniel can come spend the night" Luke said.
"I don't think so" I said, "I'll tell you about it later."
It was getting late in the afternoon, Sammy said he had to get back; we said our goodbyes, I thanked him again and he left. Luke and me went inside and had to retell the whole story to momma who fussed over me and kept kissing my forehead. Daddy looked over the bandage work and said the old man did a good job. We ate some wedding leftovers and me and Luke sat on the porch and talked a while `til we got sleepy. I got up to go pee and Luke came with me. I was struggling to open my placket with my left hand so Luke undid it for me and pulled my peter out. I was tired and still having some pain so I didn't get hard like I normally would when somebody handled little Johnny. Luke forgot to skin it back for me so I just peed through the foreskin and ran my thumb across the end when I was done and wiped in on my overalls. I put it back in and turned to Luke to button me back up.
"Thank you, Luke, I'm glad to have you" I said.
"You're my brother, what else am I supposed to do?" he smiled.
The next morning daddy took Mark, Luke and Pauly to work with him.
"You ain't no use `til that heals up" he said.
I sat around on the porch for a while, but it was boring, so I decided to go walk. Momma told me to be extra careful. I thought about going to the cave, but on top of the fact that Daniel might be there, I wasn't sure I could make it up there one-armed. I sort of just wandered around for a while `til I found myself heading toward Sammy's grandfather's place again. I guess, in the back of my mind, I was hopin' to see Sammy again. I found the grandfather sitting on the porch enjoying the breeze. When he saw me, he motioned for me to come over. He said something, of course I couldn't understand, but I went and sat by him. He checked to make sure the bandages were still tight enough, then spoke again. The only thing I got out of it was `Samuel' as he pointed to a trail beside his house. I got up and looked where he was pointing, he nodded his head and motioned for me to go that way.
I walked probably a quarter of a mile and came to a place that looked kind of like our swimming hole, but there was a waterfall at one end of it. Standing in the spray was my new friend, naked as the day he was born. His eyes were closed as the water flowed over him and I stood there admiring his stringy muscles and the copper tone of his skin. I was also appreciating the view of the copper colored tube of flesh hanging down from the thick bush of black curly hair over two pretty big balls. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there.
"Your grandpa sent me this way" I said.
"Would you like to come in with me?" he asked.
"It would mess up my bandages" I said.
"Not if we stay down from the waterfall" he said.
He walked toward me with that copper snake swinging and I couldn't help it, my clothes started gettin' tight around the middle area. He didn't act surprised or ashamed, he really didn't have any reaction other than to come and start unfastening my clothes for me. Once they dropped to the ground, I stepped out of them and followed him into the water; my cock leading the way. We waded in `til the water was right about sack level on me. He started scooping up the cold water and washing my face and neck, moving down my body each time, being careful not to get the bandages wet. It took some doing to wash the right underarm without messing up the bandages but he managed. Now it was time for my back, the cold water running down my back brought out chill bumps until he started rubbing me clean. He washed all the down my back and then slipped his hand between my cheeks and I felt his finger moving across my hole and slightly going in `til he thought it was clean. Back around to the front, he washed my chest then down to my stomach, coming to my rock-hard peter. He washed under my sack back toward the hole and then pulled my skin back and started washing the head of my peter. I almost shot and kinda doubled over with the clear stuff coming out of the end. Sammy squatted down `til the water was around his shoulders and leaned in and sucked me into his mouth. He started sucking on me real slow and I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree. I took my good left hand and put it on his head, pulling him farther down on my pecker. There was no force required for the thing to slide right into his throat and it seconds his nose was buried in my thin line of hairs. He kept going so slow. The buildup was killing me. Every time I would start throbbing like I was going to shoot, he pulled off and waited `til I cooled back down. He kept running his hand through the cleft of my butt, letting each finger pull on my hole just the least bit, but never sticking one in me. Finally, as I was getting close for what seemed like the hundredth time, I begged him "please let me shoot" and he did. The first shot went in his mouth and then he swallowed me to the root and the next three went straight into his stomach. Sammy stood up and started jerking on his long, slender meat until he choked in a breath and put his other hand out to catch the cum shooting out. When it stopped, he brought his hand up to my face and I licked it clean. He tasted really, really good. We rinsed off again and got out and sat on the rocks to dry off.
At first, I felt like I was doing Daniel wrong, but then remembered he made his choice and didn't think about it again. Eventually we got dry and Sammy helped my back into my overalls (after I took a piss and he shook it for me). He walked with me back to the grandfather's place. I asked Sammy "what should I call your grandfather?" He said most people just called him grandfather, in his language `Eduda'. The old man looked at us insightfully, and I said "Thank you, Eduda... for everything". He surprised me, when in broken English, he said "Welcome...Johnny". I started home in much better spirits and kept thinking of something daddy always said – `when God closes one door, He opens another'.
Lambodara 9/6/20
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