Leaping Into the Quarry
Chapter 2
My first sex with Robert was physical and unexpected. The encounter happened about a month arrived we at Robert’s grandfather’s Indiana farm. Robert and I got up this morning to move hay into the hayloft. The air was sticky on an unusually warm October day. We worked as fast as we could, because the storm clouds were moving in our direction. Shortly after noon, the lightening started and we headed for the barn. We were almost finished tossing the bales into the loft when torrents of giant, cold raindrops slammed to the ground. In moments, our sweating bodies were soaked and shivering. Robert said, “Let’s take a shower.” Before I could answer, he had stripped by the back door of the barn. I watched, as he stepped onto a wooden pallet outside under a gushing drain spout. I had not seen him completely naked since our day at the quarry. Robert sputtered through the gushing water, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you.”
“Yes.” I smiled.
“I know you spied on Ted and me at the quarry.”
“How’d you know? I was hidden, or so I thought.”
“You were, but your bicycle wasn’t. When I was on the rock, I could see your sparkling chrome handle bars and your crew cut head. I
recognized you because I’d seen you perform at the circus. And you, dirty boy, I saw you and the chubby kid naked on the raft. What happened that he ran away so fast?”
Stammering, I got out, “I really don’t know. He suddenly jumped up and dove into the water.”
“I wish I had been the one sucking your dick. Can I do it now?”
“Right here in the rain? What if your brother sees us?”
“He won’t care. Let me wash you before the rain stops.” He took the soap and proceeded to clean every inch of my body, lingering in places that excited me. Robert got me as hard as I had ever been. The rainwater continued cascading onto our heads as Robert sucked, sputtering. I returned the favor, but almost drowned in the process. He pulled me off of the pallet and into the barn. He threw me a tattered old towel scrap. The air was sticky, as we dried as best we could.
Robert pushed my bare butt cheeks against the rungs of the ladder that led to the loft. Our dicks were sword-fighting when he kissed me on the lips. My knees buckled. He motioned me up the ladder. I watched, as he spread a ratty old quilt on the hay. He lay down and pulled me down on top of him. Moments later, he put his mouth on my clean dick and began a slow, torturous slide up and down. I was so excited that I climaxed in his mouth before I wanted to. I started to apologize, when he put his mouth over mine. I could taste me in his mouth. He ordered, “Get on your knees!” I did, and he proceeded to pound my rear end. I moaned, but couldn’t move as he filled me. I tried to return the favor, but he pushed me down and said, “Later.” I happily lay on Robert’s chest, snuggled close on his old patchwork quilt, covering our crackling straw mattress. My horses Regal, Temp and Bess were munching oats right below us. I dreamed of this happening, but not how it happened.
Robert started softly snoring with my head on his chest. My mind wouldn’t quiet down as I thought back over the last two months. We closed the season in Hazard, Kentucky. The next day, Robert called Ted, who drove their farm truck with three horse stalls to Kentucky.
We loaded Regal, Bess and Temp into the truck. Papa sold our old horse trailer to a junk dealer and bought me a 1952 green Plymouth coupe. He told me to take the rigging, including the net, which left little room for our clothes. Papa gave me a “Goodbye” handshake and walked away, even before we left. I guess he had things on his mind.
We stopped for the night at a little motel somewhere in southern Indiana. We parked out of sight of the majority of the guests so we could off-load the horses. One of us stayed with the truck, while the other two slept. With horses in their blankets and eye covers they kept calm. As I sat on the ground next to the truck, I thought about Mama. I missed her so much. I hoped she was in Heaven. I felt warm, as if she had wrapped a wool blanket around me. I cried a little.
Ted tapped me on the shoulder to relieve me. After sleeping a couple of hours, we drove the final miles to the farm. We began a whirlwind of activity—getting the stalls ready, setting up a practice ring in the barn and talking with Robert’s grandfather. He had an opinion about everything we were doing and, usually, thought we were doing it wrong. Ted got us hired by a local farmer to help with the harvesting of the last of his corn crop in exchange for alfalfa and oats for the horses. That allowed me to feed the horses without asking Papa for money.
After lunch on the third or fourth day, we heard a truck rattle up the road. Grandpa said, “Probably the Doc.”
“Who’s sick?” Robert inquired.
“Courtesy call. I told old Mike at the diner that we had circus horses boarded. He probably told the Vet.”
When the rattling stopped, we pushed our chairs back and went onto the porch. Out of the truck stepped a glorious example of what a man and woman can produce. I expected an old guy with dirty overalls. Instead, a six foot, three inch guy with bulging biceps and a chest that could hardly be contained in his blue and dirty white flannel shirt, stepped out of the truck. He had a beard shadow underneath his black cowboy hat. He smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Doc Bushy. I understand you are boarding horses from the circus.”
Trying not to stare, I got out, “Yes, Doc, they’re my horses.”
“Well, just wanted to take a look for myself. Hope you don’t need me, but I wanted to get to know the horses. And your name?”
“Randy Hershfeld. Come to the barn and I’ll introduce you to Regal and his girl friends.”
In the paddock, he quietly ran his hands over the legs and rump of each horse. He shook his head and said, “Outstanding, beautiful Percherons. Either of the mares ever had a foal?” I shook my head. “I know a handsome stallion that could be called into service, if you decide to breed. With the looks of these ladies, you could pay my bills with a handsome foal.”
Robert and I watched as he got back into his pickup and backed out. I slipped, “God, that guy is good looking.”
Robert didn’t say anything, but I saw him straighten himself discretely.
As we sat down to finish our dessert, Grandpa said, “Are you going to breed?”
“I never considered it.”
“It could mean real money. And you don’t have much.”
“I’ll think about it, because I bet our days doing bareback without Mama are probably over. I hate thinking about it.”
Robert said, “Can you teach me to ride bareback? I want to try.”
“You’re pretty tall, but we can try. We’ll have to rig up a safety harness before I would take a chance. You could hurt yourself.” After cleaning the dishes, we walked to the barn and checked the rafters to see if we could rig up something. The rafters were too low. So we decided to drop a hook through a hole in the ceiling and reinforce the attachment from the outside. Getting the rope into the pulley thirty feet up was a challenge. We didn’t accomplish that until Ted’s friend, who worked for the electric company, brought his ladder truck over. Once the safety harness was in place, we started the lessons. I showed Robert how to rosin the horse’s back and the bottoms of the slippers I lent him. His feet were slightly larger than mine, but the slippers stretched to fit perfectly.
I had to convince him to practice in short pants, so he would not step on his cuffs. He resisted, telling me his legs were ugly. The first few lessons involved showing him how to stand on Temp’s back. With the harness around Robert’s waist, I walked the horse. Ted held the squeaking safety rig to steady Robert when he wobbled. After a couple of days of practice he could remain steady.
In early November, we took a break and drove to Illinois State Normal University, in Normal, Illinois. The circus training program was in their Physical Education Department. I interviewed with an admissions officer who was skeptical, since I had not finished high school. She required that I take an examination that covered math and English. My success with that test convinced her that I could do college work. In a drafty old red brick building with PE Department chiseled into the entry cornice, I talked to a coach. He asked if I had my own rigging for leaping. I told him I did.
He took me to a vacant building which had been an old power plant. The ceiling was high and we discussed how the rigging might fit into the space. He told me that the Department had little money, but he really wanted to start a leaping program to augment tumbling and gymnastics. He talked to me as if he’d already hired me, and I was ready to start.
We agreed I would start teaching tumbling and gymnastics in the second semester, right after Christmas. We wouldn’t start leaping until the power plant building was ready. I told the coach that I would be gone during the summer to work, because I needed the money. I didn’t know if I could stay the entire semester, but would be ready to instruct full time in the fall. That night at the little motel on our way back to the farm, Robert and I discussed how we could make school work. Since the farm was eighty miles south, we discussed going to the farm to practice every weekend. My plan was to have Robert and me go out with a bareback act, if Stella was willing. I thought I could get Robert ready to do simple tricks and Stella and I could carry the act.
That night in the motel as I lay as close to him as I could, I said, “Robert, you and I are friends, right?”
“What a silly question. Of course we’re friends, good friends.”
I smiled, as I thought back on our afternoon tryst in the barn loft. He was stirring and smiling. “What are you thinking about?”
“Us, I guess. We never discussed our time in the barn loft. Did you plan that? Why’d you decide that rainy day was the day we were going to become ‘close’ friends?”
He laughed, “Purely impulse. I saw you with your shirt clinging to your muscled chest. I decided to take a leap.”
“I can’t wait until you take another leap.”
“I’m ready to take that leap.” That was all that was said, as he placed his mouth over mine. He kissed me hard. Soon our two hard penises were bouncing against each other. He turned around to take my dick in his mouth, giving me access to his sizable penis. We slobbered over each other until I couldn’t hold back and shot into his mouth, like the first time. This time he followed my lead. We were both convulsing in laughter, as we kissed again with cum covered tongues. I pulled him into the tiny shower stall and washed him completely, as he did me.
When we were back in bed, he said, “Now you know you were not just a one night stand.” He paused, “I’m confused. Can you tell me how this circus thing is going to work?” With my head propped on my hand, I explained my plan. He thought driving eighty miles each way, every weekend was too much. He was apprehensive about being ready for a polished performance with only weekends to practice. I said we could think of other options in the morning, because I was sleepy. He agreed.
At the farm, we practiced every day. Robert became quite proficient mounting and dismounting. He learned to hang upside down from the horse’s back strap. I wrote Stella and she agreed to be part of our act. I posted in Billboard that we had an act, and added parenthetically, that I could leap, too, if needed. Immediately, the inquiries came about leaping, but no one seemed interested in our bareback act. Nervous days passed, until one day a fellow from Dilly Bros. Circus called. He asked first about the bareback act, which I assured him was ready. He knew about the death of my mother and offered his condolences. I asked if he needed me to leap. He acknowledged that he thought I could join Brat Spinnelli’s troupe, but admitted he didn’t have them definitely signed yet. With what he was offering, we could barely live and feed the horses. I wanted Ted to go with us to take care of the horses.
Unbeknownst to me, Robert’s grandfather had invited the vet to bring the stallion over to see if Bess was interested. The vet told him when she would probably be in heat. I was angry, but thought about what the vet said about the money. As soon as the stallion entered Bess’ paddock, the action started. There was stamping, snorting and preening. In less than fifteen minutes, the stallion was up on her back and, without getting stepped on; the vet carefully guided the stout horse’s penis into position. Bess took it all, as the stallion pranced. In what seemed like seconds, the white milky liquid dripped onto the ground. The vet was pleased. He said we would know in three to four weeks if Bess was pregnant.
One morning, I decided to call at a feed store in Normal to inquire if they knew of any farms close-by that might be willing to board Regal and Temp. The owner agreed to place a small sign on their bulletin board. Shortly after the new year, I got a call from the Armbusher Farm outside of Champaign. The woman who called said they had space for the horses. I asked if there was space for a practice ring. She was coy and gave few details. After a pause, she cried, “Randy, I’m your Aunt Violet; get your fricking horses out here. And ‘yes’ there’s a ring and ‘yes’ there is a rig for training.”
“I don’t know you,” was all I could say.
“I’m your stupid father’s half-sister.”
“I remember Mama talked about you. But we never met, right?”
“I saw you a couple of times when you were really little. So sad about your Mama. She was a wonderful person. I never understood why she married that jerk brother of mine, anyway. Tell me what you’re planning. Better yet, plan to stay here a day or two so I can critique the act.”
Stammering with tears in my eyes, I followed with, “Violet, yeah, I really miss Mama. The horses were hers and we’re getting an act together for the summer with one veteran, hopefully two, and one novice. The novice and I live together. I’m teaching him, so we can make some money.”
“I’ll be the judge if he’s ready. When you coming? We can care for the horses, if you guys can’t get out every day.”
“Classes start next week, so we’ll bring the horses on Saturday. You got a place for the three of us to stay.”
“Sure, no one’s in the bunkhouse. There’re beds and a john.”
Saturday morning, Robert and I filled my Plymouth with rigging and our clothes. Ted had the horses in the truck. Violet gave me directions to the Armbusher Farm. She said some historic family settled there and the name had nothing to do with her and her current husband, Ralph. We learned that the farm was a thousand acres of corn and soy beans. As we pulled in, Violet was out the front door before she finished sticking her arms in her coat. She ran toward me and threw her arms around me like I was her long lost son. She hugged me so hard that she hurt my ribs and intensified my need to find a toilet. She walked ahead of us, as we drove to the barn near the bunkhouse.
“Park here,” she yelled. We did as we were told. I got out of the car and sprinted toward the bunkhouse to find the bathroom. She followed me inside. I couldn’t wait and had to pull my pants down and sat quickly. She smiled and was unperturbed by my situation. There was no door on the toilet. She turned to Robert and Ted, who stood smiling, as she went on about how happy she was to see us. She looked at Ted, “Get the fricking horses out of the truck. I’ll show you the box stalls.” Ted led Temp and Robert led Regal down the ramp into the brightly lit, clean and ready barn. “In there, is the practice ring—regulation 42 feet across with safety rigging ready. When are you guys planning to start?” Answering her own question, “How about tomorrow? Do you have a place to stay in Normal? You can stay here if you want.”
“OK, and no, we don’t have a place to stay yet. This may be too far out of town, but we’ll see. Thanks for the offer.”
“Supper in an hour. Get settled and come to the house to met Ralph and Buster.”
“OK. OK. Give us a few minutes and we’ll be there.”
Violet strode toward the house in her red boots sloshing through the puddles rather than walking around them. I took a deep breath. “Whoa, she’s a whirlwind.”
Robert smiled, “Couldn’t believe she stood there talking, as you took a crap. She didn’t even seem to notice.”
“That’s the circus family. I’ve told you there’s little privacy. That kind of thing happens. She is definitely circus. I never heard my father talk about her. Maybe I can find out more than I ever knew about my family. Is there heat in this place? It’s fricking cold.” A big cast iron stove sat squarely in the middle of the room with four mismatched, worn rocking chairs around it. Ted set the kindling and lit the fire. With a little stirring, the fire was roaring and quickly warmed the space. Behind the chairs were to two rooms, each with two double beds. We dropped our toothbrushes and shavers on one bed and sat down near the stove. Ted said, “You guys mind if I sleep in the same room with you. That way we can close one room off and keep the heat more concentrated.”
“Fine with us. You’ve seen us together before.”
“What I mean is I don’t want to disturb your nighttime activities.”
“No problem. We’ll keep the noise down.”
“What I am trying to say, I am really happy you guys are having fun together. It makes me happy to see my fucking little brother calm down. Frequent fucking agrees with him.”
We both laughed and Robert said, “Why don’t you get in bed with us and we can keep each other warm. We sleep naked, but in deference to you, we’ll wear our underwear.”
“Deal,” Ted said. “I hope it’s not only for warmth.”
We laughed. I said, “Let’s get supper over with, come back and jump in bed.”
Ralph, Violet’s husband, an older, ruddy, red-faced Illinois farmer, spoke a friendly “Hello” and that was about all. Buster, their part shepherd and part something else dog, happily barked and licked my hands and face. Violet fed us plentifully --- delicious fried chicken, mashed potatoes, overcooked green beans and homemade apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Violet talked about her younger days, traveling with her family on various circuses. We gave appropriate acknowledgments, as she talked more than she ate. “When are you going to train tomorrow? I want to be there.”
“Is it supposed to warm up tomorrow?”
“Weather’s supposed to be in the 50’s by afternoon,” Ralph added.
“Then afternoon, it will be. What time is breakfast?”
“Sunday is brunch day. Say, 11:00. I got a coffee pot ready for you to set on the old stove. Cups are in the cupboard; sugar’s there too, I think. Anyone need milk? I got a pitcher.”
Ted raised his hand. “Come in the kitchen and I’ll give you the stuff.”
He said, “I can help you clean up.”
“No, you boys get going. Ralph will help clean up. Get out of here. We’ll see you around 11:00.”
Light snow flakes fell as we walked back to the bunkhouse. Robert said, “Do you think there is hot water for a shower? My feet are freezing.”
“We’ll see. I bet we have to stoke the fire. I noticed there was a copper coil wrapped around the stove. I bet when the stove is fired up, we’ll have heated water.” We stoked the fire and soon had plenty of warm water for the three of us. The lone showerhead spitted and spurted from the corner of the tiny shower stall. We dried off, pulled on our underwear and got in bed quickly. I was in the middle with the two brothers flanking me. The bed was tight, but we were warm. I felt secure wedged between these two bubble butt brothers. I was amazed that it had been only five months since I first saw them at the quarry.
The next afternoon, under Violet’s watchful eye, we did a short training session to get the horses used to the space. I had Temp in the ring behind Regal, which was the way it would be when the act was ready. I had long leads on the two horses. Violet stepped beside me and took Temp’s lead, leaving me to focus on Robert’s mounting and dismounting. Ted held the safety rig and everything went well. Robert’s running mount was a little clumsy, but he didn’t fall. The second time he ran and jumped, it went more smoothly. Violet was completely quiet until Robert’s training was over.
“Randy, get up there and show him,” Violet ordered.
“Not dressed. Who will handle the horse lead?”
“You don’t need to change. Long johns are fine. Where are your slippers?”
She sounded so much like my mother, it frightened me. I did as she directed, stripped to my long johns and slipped into my rosined slippers. She had both leads, as the horses continued to circle in better rhythm than I could get. Without the safety rig, I ran and easily mounted Regal. I went through my routine. I did a flip to the ground a little harder than I expected. There was applause from Robert and Ted, as Violet commented, “A little rough, but presentable. Your mother’s watching.” She smiled.
After wiping down the horses and pulling their blankets on them, the four of us went into the bunkhouse. Ted stoked the stove and we sat drinking coffee. Violet said, “When is this girl, Stella, going to show up?”
“Not until mid-March, after she finishes a winter gig. Why?”
“I will let this so-called Hershfeld troupe go out, only if I approve. It’s my family name that’s at stake here.”
I laughed, but she didn’t, “I mean it. This half-cocked act doesn’t go out on the road until I say it’s ready. And by the way, mister, when you goin’ to get the rigging up, so you don’t forget how to leap.”
I realized that I had lost control of my life. Violet was in charge. From that day on, Violet joined us regularly in the bunk house and, usually, unannounced. As the weather got warmer, we wore less around the bunkhouse. She often appeared in her dressing gown and wellies. Things got tense one morning, when she arrived with fresh baked cinnamon rolls as Robert and I lay naked, having just finished a friendly morning romp. She stood with her hands on her hips, “I suspected as much. Cover yourselves! There’s a lady in the house.”
Her comment and her expression told us she really didn’t care. She turned to leave. “Violet, stay and join us for coffee. What’d you bring?” Ted walked in after feeding the horses. She sat in one of the chairs, rocking quietly as if longing to be in bed with us. Dressed in our long johns, we sat and ate the delicious rolls and drank coffee for half-an-hour before she got to the business she came to discuss.
“Ted, Ralph and I have a proposition for you. Ralph is not able to manage this place by himself anymore. He wanted to know if you would work for him.”
“Sure, until we go on the road.”
“That’s what I told Ralph you’d say. No, he wants you to stay here and manage the farm.”
After a long pause, he said, “Who’s going to watch the horses when we are on the road?”
“Me! I can drive the truck, but might need some help getting the horses off. You know I can manage the ring duties. I’ll bunk with Stella, if she’ll have me. If not, I’ll bunk with you guys.
Jokingly I said, “Robert and I get the big bed, no questions.”
“Fine by me. Just keep the squealing down.” That brought a laugh all around.
We began five weeks of torturous training for Robert and me. Unannounced, in early March, Stella arrived. She was pulling her squat tortoise trailer behind a beat-up red and silver Edsel, which had seen better days. She was happy to be back and quickly accepted Violet’s offer to stay in the house. Violet and I had made changes to the act. Stella had no problems adjusting to them and seemed ready to get back on to Temp’s back. Violet insisted she wear the safety rig for the first couple of rehearsals. Robert and I had perfected me climbing on his shoulders for a couple of rounds.
I had been practicing a back somersault on the ground and was ready to try it on horseback. Violet checked the safety rig, as I leaped onto Regal’s back. With the leads firmly in Violet’s hands, the horses began their gait around the ring. The first time I tried the back flip from Regal to Temp, I was happy to be in the rig. I was left dangling with Ted and Robert holding me suspended in midair. We tried it again, but I failed. After a couple of days, I found the rhythm and got the somersault to work.
Violet reluctantly allowed me to try without the safety harness on the third day. Robert, Stella and Ted spotted me, as the horses circled. The back flip worked perfectly. We tried it again and, while not as smooth the second time, I didn’t fall off. Violet said, “Enough.” When we finished, the tension was substantially reduced. Violet and Stella returned to the house, leaving us to put the horses away.
Later that same day, while I was leaning against the fence watching the horses calmly grazing, Violet approached me. Without warning, she snapped, “Randy, this act isn’t going to work! Someone’s going to get hurt.”
Her comment made me angry, “So how do you suggest I find the money to go to school. It has to work.”
“Robert is not right. He is going to get you or himself hurt. Stop now, and find another way to make money.”
“We can’t.” She turned without another word and stomped off. I felt trapped, but we had to forge ahead.
Robert and I had classes to attend in Normal. Since I hadn’t done schoolwork in some time, I decided to take only two classes – Freshman English and Algebra. That gave me time to focus on the Physical Education Department. Coach Atkins and I spent hours working on the alterations needed for the old power plant. Generating equipment had to be removed and a catwalk around the second floor had to go as well. The guys in the Maintenance Department did a comprehensive job of cleaning everything out after the salvage guy removed the heavy equipment. Work was slow, since the guys were helping coach in their free time. Getting the rigging and safety net in place wasn’t a problem, once the guys got the anchors set in the ceiling and sturdy brick walls. Coach and I concluded that rather than shinning up a rope, we would build stairs and a permanent platform allowing the instructor to be up there as students worked out. Everything took longer than we expected. Therefore, there was no formal class in leaping during the winter semester. I worked with the gymnasts and tumblers who wanted to leap, but we delayed starting the class.
I was busy and didn’t pay much attention to specific girls and guys that were in the classes I instructed. They were eager kids in matching T-shirts and gym shorts. The second week, I noticed a solid, muscular guy looking intently at me. His piercing blue eyes and curly hair looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. I thought he’d probably seen me at the circus. He was a good tumbler and had grace on the balance beam. What amazed me most was his skill on the uneven parallel bars. On several occasions, I called him over to give him pointers. He listened intently and only said, “Thanks.”
One day he said to me, “Coach, when are we going to start on the trapeze?”
“Unfortunately, not until next fall. There is still construction work to be done.”
“Will you take me over there so I can see what it looks like?”
“Sure, I’m going over after the next class. What’s your name by the way? You look familiar.”
“Yes, we met once before…” We were interrupted by Coach Atkins.
As the kid turned to leave I said, “Meet me at the old power plant. You know where that is?”
“Over by the soccer field?”
“Yep, 4:30pm or so. Wait for me, if I’m a little late.”
When I arrived, he was standing by his red Corvette convertible. I said, “Nice car.”
“Graduation gift for being valedictorian.” The kid walked toward me and Robert, “By the way, I didn’t answer your question. My name’s Zack Lipinski.”
I blurted out, “Oh, my god, I remember…the quarry. Whoa, what have you done to yourself?”
“Yep, that was me. I decided after we met, I wanted to look buff like you.”
“Whoa, you’ve…” I paused. “Well, it worked. You didn’t just start gymnastics. You’re too good.”
He smiled at me, “You’re right. I’ve been doing gymnastics for four years. And I am much better now at other things, too.”
Robert looked puzzled and suddenly blurted out, “Oh, my god, you’re the little cocksucker.”
Zack smiled, “I knew someone else saw us. That’s why I ran off.”
“Yeah, my brother and I watched you guys on the floating raft. We couldn’t figure out why you jumped up and dove into the water.”
“I thought I heard someone, that’s all.”
As I opened the door and turned on the lights, Zack gushed, “This is amazing!” After a pause, “You probably don’t remember, but I told you I saw you at the circus. I knew you were the leaper. Will you teach me to leap?”
“Yes, but later. We leave in a couple of weeks for the summer season.”
“Think I could tag along. I can do anything that needs to be done.”
“I don’t own the circus, but I can ask. You’ll probably sell concessions or tickets or whatever. I’m sure the money won’t be much. If you want to watch us train, Robert and I live on a farm out of town about twenty minutes. I’ll give you the directions.”
“Tomorrow, we train at 10am,” Robert added.
“I’ll be there.”
Violet and Ted had the horses warmed up and ready when Robert, Stella and I walked into the cooler-than-usual barn. Robert stretched and got ready for his jump onto Regal’s back. He slipped, missing the spring board, and tumbled to the ground. He was OK, but I heard Violet’s words in my head. The second time, he made the jump without a problem. We went through the complete act with contemporary version of a Sousa march, El Capitan, playing from Violet’s tape recorder. We repeated everything a second time. It was smoother, but I could tell Violet was not happy. Zack watched quietly, and smiled when I successfully completed the somersault. Ted wiped down the horses, as Robert and Zack walked toward the bunkhouse. Violet subtly motioned me over.
“Randy, this isn’t going to work. Every time Robert jumps onto the horse, I’m afraid he’s going to kill himself. He is too tall and doesn’t have the balance to be a bareback rider. The kid who was watching is more the right size.”
Irritated, I responded, “Where am I supposed to find a replacement, since we go out in less than a month?
“I don’t know. But what I do know is that you have an accident coming.” I felt she was probably right. I didn’t know how to tell Robert, since he was working so hard. I cared about him. I certainly didn’t want him to get hurt. He seemed oblivious to the danger.
One morning, I noticed a rash on Robert’s left arm. I mentioned it, and he brushed it off as ‘poison ivy’. I didn’t believe him, but chose not to pursue it further. He and Zack were sitting near the stove drinking coffee. I looked at Zack and thought maybe he could learn the simple tricks that Robert was doing.
Robert got up and started toward the paddock to find Ted. I had Zack to myself. “Zack, do you think you would like to try bareback riding?”
“Fuck, yeah! When do we start?”
“Well, I have a problem in that Violet, our coach…”
“You mean that bitch!”
“No, for sure, no. She knows more than you, me and most bare backers put together about what it takes to be successful. She used to ride. She told me you are more the right size to ride than Robert. But I haven’t told him, yet. She’s afraid he is going to get hurt.”
“Should I stay or come back tomorrow?”
Ted walked in clutching a piece of yellow telegraph paper. Ted informed us that he and Robert had to leave for a couple of days to attend their paternal grandmother’s funeral in southern Illinois. With Zack, I drove them to the station to catch the train in Bloomington. I told them to let me know when they needed to be picked up. As I started back, Zack said, “Can we stop and get something to eat. I’m starving.” I agreed, realizing that I hadn’t had anything to eat either. I spotted a Steak & Shake off Highway 66.
After double cheeseburgers with the works and their delicious fries, washed down by chocolate shakes, we were comfortable. Smiling at Zack, I said, “So you really think you would like to try bareback riding?”
“If Violet is as good a teacher as you say, I would like to try. You may think I’m cocky, but I’m really not. It doesn’t look that hard.”
“Remember, this isn’t a balance beam. Bareback riding is like being on a balance beam in an earthquake.”
He laughed, “Well, I would still like to try.” After a pause, he smiled, “Any interest in continuing what we started on the swimming dock?”
“I believe that is against university policy – fraternization between students and teachers.”
He frowned, “OK, I understand…”
“I can make an exception, because our relationship started before I became your teacher.”
He laughed, “Is the bunkhouse safe?”
“Safe from whom? If you are worried about someone walking in on us, your concern is well founded. Violet has shown up regularly to watch Ted, Robert and me get out of bed with red dicks. She just smiles and rubs her vagina.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, she cares little about what we do on our off time. When we are practicing, she is like a drill sergeant.”
Once inside the bunkhouse, I closed the door and turned on the one dusty overhead light. I pulled Zack close and kissed him. He didn’t act surprised and passionately kissed me back. Slowly and seductively, I took off his vest, shirt and undershirt. Before I could go further, he did the same to me. When he finished, he began rubbing the front of my jeans. I was pushing against the fabric in only a few squeezes. He unbuttoned me and slid the zipper down. He pushed me down into one of the chairs by the stove and untied my shoes, pulled off my socks, before sliding the jeans off each leg. He grabbed the top of my underpants, but I pulled his hand away. I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out of his underpants and did what he did to me at the quarry. His body was firm and his pecs were well defined. The tone and texture of his body suggested that he spent plenty of time in the gym. I looked into his bright blue eyes, as he flipped his hair aside.
After a few minutes, I took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Smiling, he said, “Let me pick up where I left off at the quarry.” Without waiting for an answer, he moved down to my shaft, which was sticking straight up. He slid my entire dick into his mouth without a gag reflex. I’m big and I couldn’t figure how he did that. All I could do is moan in rhythm with his moving up and down. I didn’t know where he was going until he said, “Now, for what I really wanted to do. Is it OK?”
“If you mean explore my body cavity, let me tell you, I’m usually the bottom, so I’m sure I’m ready.”
“I’m ready, if you are. Is there Vaseline in the drawer?”
“Yes, and a condom, if you need it.”
“If you’re OK, I would rather feel as much of you as I can.”
“Fine, but take it easy.” I was in awe of his forthrightness, when he seemed so quiet in the gym.
He, slowly and seductively, loosened my anus with one, two and, finally, three fingers. He lifted my legs and guided himself into my body cavity. He was gentle, but firm, in his resolve to accomplish what he set out to do. He tried to go slowly, but he was too young to hold off his climax for long. I heard him say, “Here it comes, shit…” I felt the warm flow coming from deep inside him. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. That was only the first of three times during the night, we reached a milky ending. About midway through the third time, I tensed and he noticed. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just worried you’ll be too tired to train tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry. With a couple of hours of sleep, I’ll be in top shape. But, by the way, I will never be the same. I really can’t believe you let me do what we just did. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be.”
“It was fantastic. Can you stay over tomorrow night? I want to make sure this isn’t a dream.”
He laughed, “I can’t. My parents want me to have dinner with them. They’re driving through on their way to St. Louis. You want to come along? I want them to meet my new ‘teacher’.”
“If you’re ready to show me off, I’m ready to go. We can stay at your place after dinner.”
While 10am may not seem early, it was for us, as we dressed for practice. Since Ted was gone, Stella got the horses ready for the ring and Violet stood before Zack. “Young man, all I want you to do today is get up on the horse’s back and try to stand up. In Robert’s rosined slippers, Zack did exactly that. Regal cantered around the ring and I didn’t have to use the safety rig to steady Zack once. Violet had Zack jump down and Stella and I went through our regular routine. At the end of the practice Violet said, “Zack, do you feel like trying mounting, like you saw Robert do yesterday?”
“Sure, I’ll try.” With the safety belt back on, he tried once and missed. But the second time, he flew up top and didn’t lose his balance.
Violet looked my way and smiling, said, “What’d I tell you. He is a natural … much more than Robert. What are you going to tell Robert?”