Cousin Sean

Mom is from the East coast, and her parents and sister still live there. She goes out there every winter, and has taken my sister or me with her a time or two. She gets along with her sister and parents a lot better if they don't see each other too much, so they don't come to the ranch often. Aunt Jane and Uncle Ted, and my cousin Sean first came out here when I was ten.

Sean is a year older than me, but wasn't as big then as I was. He had a great time for the week that he was here, but the isolation of living ten miles from town drove his parents crazy. The next summer he came out alone for the whole month of August. I loved that! It was just like having a brother around. We fished up in the high country, shot the .22, and he worked on the ranch with Dad and me. He didn't get on with the horses at first, as he hadn't learned to ride when he was little like I had, but he tooled around on the three wheeler and had a good time, and eventually learned to ride a horse. He was good company and a willing worker, so we invited him back next year to stay the whole summer.

A youngster willing to work on a ranch for no pay is like a gift from heaven. It used to take a lot of help to run a ranch, but now we contract out the haying and major fence building, and professional cowboys, called buckaroos, do the spring branding and fall round-up. Mom works full time on the ranch, and both me and my sister have beeen working at something useful since we've been big enough to walk. There's always work to do, and never enough time to do it all. Grandad was pretty well crippled up then, and couldn't do much, but even he helped out all he could.

Dad drove to Bozeman early in June, picked Sean up at the airport, and deposited him with me in the bunkhouse. The bunkhouse is left over from the time that men boarded on the ranch. It has a row of seven double-high bunks, and plumbing had been added about forty years ago to allow the addition of a curtainless shower stall and toilet in one end. I have a bedroom upstairs in the house, but it is hot in the summer and I have to share the bathroom with my sister, so I sleep in the bunkhouse all summer.

I could see right away that Sean had changed in the year since I had last seen him. He was now taller than me, and his voice was deeper. He also had a bit of an attitude, and felt that he had been dumped out here for the summer while his parents went to France, but he was still willing to work and make the best of things.

After supper, evening chores, and some TV, we went to the bunkhouse for bed. I went to shower as I had been working all day, and right after I started Sean came in to use the toilet. He unfurled his rigging to its full three-inch length and peed noisily into the bowl.

"Nice, huh?" He said, catching me eyeing his tool.

I had been showering with kids of all ages at school for a couple of years by then, and knew what a guy his age should look like, and wasn't much impressed with what he had. His was bigger than mine, for sure, and he had hair down there, but I was only twelve and he was almost fourteen.

I didn't say anything, but just finished up and donned my underwear for bed and went to my bunk. Sean slowly stripped down, scratched himself, and went to the shower. He came out naked, and with an erection, and slowly paraded to his bunk. I had been around other naked guys in the locker room, and none of them acted this way. There was no lock on the door, and Mom or my sister could have came in at any time. Sean had known this last year,and was careful then to keep some clothes on, but now he didn't seem to care.

"I'll bet you wish you had one this big." He said, holding his stiff dick. He then reached in his kit and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, extracted one, put it in his mouth, and reached for the lighter.

"You can't smoke in here or anywhere else on the ranch." I admonished him. "Dad won't allow it."

"When you have a pair as big as these are, you"re ,man enough to smoke, buy if you babies can't handle it I'll just wait untill I get to town." He declared, cupping his nuts in his hand and displaying them to me, before putting the smokes away. I recieved his message loud and clear; I was the Boy and he was the Man.

He finally put on his shorts, went to the bathroom, and returned with a wad of tissue paper before going to bed. I was awakened later by the squeak of his bedsprings, and then smelled something strange. 'He must have let a fart', I thought, before drifting off to sleep. The toilet paper was on the floor by his bunk when I got up the next morning.

He seemed okay the next day, and didn't bother to give me a display of his endowments the next night, but there was another wad of paper on the floor the morning after that.

The basic function of our ranch is to raise beef calves for finishing in someone else's feedlot. The cows are bred so that most of them will calve in the early spring. They all spend a month in the pastures on the ranch land, then the calves are vaccinated, branded, the males castrated, and then herded out with their mothers to the leased land to forage and graze on their own for the summer. The range bulls are released with them later to breed, and the whole works is rounded up in the late fall and the calves sent to market. Meanwhile, hay has been harvested from the ranch fields to feed the rest of them during the winter.

Dad and me ride up to the high country to check on them every couple of weeks, and Sean was allowed to go along with us. His riding skills were limited, but he could tag along and see how things were done. We haul the horses to the end of the road and then ride up into the mountains. We always find calves that were born late and didn't get processed with the rest of them on the ranch. I am more agile than Dad, so I usually rope them, leap off of the horse, and tie their feet. The horse is very smart and well trained, and he keeps the rope tight. I stab the calf with a disposable syringe, give him a temporary paint brand, and clamp a little rubber band over his balls with a tool called an elastrator. The whole peocess only takes a few minutes, and then we ride off to find another one. Sean watched with amazement: He had no idea that I could ride and rope so well.

"Why do you do that to the calves?" Sean asked when we stopped for lunch. "You know, the thing around their balls."

"That's how we turn bulls into steers." Dad answered, and then gave Sean a short lesson on animal husbandry. "The meat from the steer in better than that from a bull, and brings a higher price. This also makes the calf gain weight faster, and it reduces their agressiveness. That's why all of our horses are mares or geldings. A gelding or a steer may accidentally trample you, but a heated up stallion or an angry bull may try ti kill you. Also, some cattle are genetically defective, and castration keeps them from reproducing. The rubber band cuts off circulation, and their balls drop off after a couple of weeks."

The last calf of the day was huge. He had been branded, but still had his nuts, meaning that the band had broken or the branding crew had screwed up. He was too big for me to throw, so Dad roped his hind legs and tripped him so the horses could hold him tight.

"He's too big for a band, Dad." I said, feeling his large nuts. " Do you want to cut him?"

"No. Go ahead, son."

It's real easy to mess up an animal with a knife, so dad usually does it, but I know how. I took out my poketknife, which includes a special blade that is only used for this purpose and is kept razor sharp. A small slice down the center of the bag lets the nuts pop out, which I then sever and kick over to Jackie and Stub, two of the hungry cow dogs that always accompany us.

Later, on the way back down, we stopped at a warm spring for a dip. We always do this when we are near here, as the water is warm like a hot tub and has minerals in it that Dad thinks helps our health. Dad and me stripped down and waded in, but Sean looked embarrassed and turned away to undress, then cupped his hands over his tools to conceal them. This message was also clear; ther was the Man, the Boy, and the Real Man.

Sean was a little more subdued that evening, and just before I went to sleep he asked me why we didn't just cut all of the calves, as it seemed as quick as using the elastrator.

"There's less risk to the calf with the band," I told him, "and it doesn't stress the animal as much, so he gains weight faster."

"If we go back up there I would sure like to cut one." Sean mused.

"Dad always says that you shouldn't want anything unless you have the balls to ask for it, so you will just have to ask him yourself." I answered sleepily, knowing that he would never ask.

His bed springs made a lot of noise that night, and there were three wads of paper on the floor the next morning.

I knew nothing about masturbation, and my first hands on experience, so as to speak, would have waited until puberty if I had kept my mouth shut. The sqeaking had just started one night when I asked Sean what he was doing.

"That bull that bred the cow this morning? Well, I'm, thinking about how I'm going to do that to this girl I know when I get back home. I'm going to get her down on all fours and go after her just like that bull."

"People don't do it like that!" I said, knowing nothing of the Kama Sutra. "The woman lays on her back and the man gets on top of her."

"You know all about it, huh?" Sean said, sarcastially.

They say that confession is good for the soul, so maybe that's why I told him my Dirt Little Secret. Some kids at school were starting to chew, and I thought it looked cool, so I bummed some snuff from a kid and hid it in the attic, which is accessed from a little door in my bedroom. I was crawing in there to get my stash one night when a shaft of light came up through a knothole in the ceiling of the room below. I put my eye to the hole to see Mom and Dad undressing. It was like a good horror movie, in that I was afraid to see it but didn't want to miss it either. I was mesmerized by the whiteness of Mom,s brests, the blackness of her dense bush, and by the hugeness of Dad's cock as it glistened with their juices afterwards. I didn't make a sound, stayed for the whole show, and silently sneaked back to bed when they were done and asleep.

He still hadn't answered my question about what he was doing, so he invited me down to see for myself. He had pulled his shorts down, and his cock, which looked bigger than it had been a month ago, was jutting stiffly along his belly. He gave it a couple of strokes, and then told me to do it. I don't know why I obeyed him; maybe it was because my own sap was starting to rise, but I did and was astounded by his heat and hardness. I only pumped it twice before a white stream erupted across his belly. I knew what that stuff was from having been around animals. He cleaned himslf with some toilet paper and told me to go back to bed, as men like him needed their sleep.

Sean wasn't invited to go along the next time Dad and I went to the high country. He had been fooling around a lot instead of working, so Dad made him stay home. I kept my mouth shut, but there were only a couple of cigarettes left in his pack, so I knew what he had been doing some of the time. We stopped at the hot spring again, and Dad asked how I was getting along with Sean.

"Not bad." I fibbed, not willing to be a tattletale. "He's okay, he just gets a little weird now and then."

"That goes along with being a teenager and the body changes that happen at the same time." Dad said, and pointed to my crotch. "Looks to me like you'll start acting weird yourself, pretty soon."

That really gave me something to look forward to!

That night Sean asked me how many calves I had banded that day, and if I had cut any. I told him that we had only found two, and that they were small enough to band.

Every now and then I get stomach cramps in the night and have to get up and go to the toilet. They start out as a feeling of pressure or mild pain, and I try to ignore them and go back to sleep, hoping that they will go away. Finally I realize that it won't get any better unless I get up and crap. That's how it was later that night, only when I finally woke up it was Sean that was the source of my discomfort. He had a firm grasp on my balls, and was squeezing them.

"Don't move! He said, "or I'll hurt you."

I have never since been so totally controlled by another person. He then closed the handles on the elatrator tool that he had pilfered from my saddlebag and placed the band around my balls before removing the tool. He sat back and watched as I frantically fumbled for my knife to cut the band, and laughed at my cry of pain when it snapped.

"Now you know how the calves feel!" He said.

I went for him, but he was able to fend me off.

"I'll tell Dad what you did," I said, almost in tears, "and he'll kick your butt!"

"Go ahead, little boy, tell daddy on me. Then I'll tell him what you saw and why you were there and we'll se who gets their butt kicked!"

He had me ther; it was a stand-off. I couln't rat on him without burning myself. I never trusted him after that, and I later found another band that had been cut, so I knew he had tried one on himself, too.

Sean would be leaving in a couple of weeks and I figured that I had it made when Granddad fell and hurt himself. Mom and Dad took him to town and left Sean and me and my sister to fend for ourselves. My sister was working in the garden, I was working some cattle near the house, and Sean was screwing around somewhere wwhen I heard a cry. I rode up to find Sean naked, and on top of my sister! I hollered at him, and when he raised up I roped him, tied the rope off to the saddle, and ran up and hogtied him as easily as if he had been a calf. His cock was bugger that I had ever seen it and covered with blood. My knife was out in an instant, the three cuts were made, and the morsels fed to the always hungry Stub. I ran to my sister, who was recovering her clothes, and then ran to the house to call an ambulance. It was for my sister; I didn't care about Sean.

Sean was found guilty of only attempted rape; the blood on his tool was from a wound inflicted on his belly by my sister's garden shears. I pleaded guilty to assault, and was ordered to see a couselor for a year. He was an old friend of the family and pronounced me sane after three sessions.

Aunt Jane and Ted hadn't gone to France. That was just a ruse to get Sean out of the way of their messy divorce proceedings. Aunt Jane got custody of Sean and threatened to sue, but backed off when she realized that the trial would be held here instead of in her hometown.

I am a junior at Montana State in Bozeman (Animal Sience, not literature), so I usually come home on weekends. My sister graduated from high school last spring, and says that her dates treat her with a lot more respect than her girlfriends get, particularly when I am around. I haven't seen Sean in eight years, and I don't care if I ever see him again.