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Chapter 5

 

Justin walked forlornly into the shanty, devastated by the abrupt dismissal from Manly’s life. Even the smell of one of Ma’s good dinners couldn’t perk him up.

 

Pa looked at him sharply when he walked in, “What’s wrong, Half-pint? No luck on the job search?”

 

Half-pint shook his head. He couldn’t even manage to get a word past his broken heart.

 

“Don’t take it so hard, son,” Pa said, clapping Justin on the shoulder. “These are tough times. Something will turn up.”

 

Justin ate his meal in silence, speaking only to thank Ma and to ask to be excused. He went outside to put Spot in the barn for the night. Justin stood in dark, under the twinkling stars, wondering how the prairie, once so open and full of promise, now seemed like an empty, vacant prison. He wondered what Manly was thinking, miles away in his own little shanty, maybe looking at these same bright stars.

 

The next morning the sun rose, oblivious to Justin’s heartache. Pa noticed over breakfast that Half-pint was still feeling poorly.

 

“Son, have you tried looking for work at the Liberty House?” he asked.

 

“Craig!” Ma said, shocked. “No son of ours should be out working amongst strangers and where spirits are sold.”

 

“Pshaw,” Pa said, “There’s nothing bad going on there. Sheriff Horvath is there every night keeping an eye on things, or maybe just on that wild red-head that runs the place. I think he fancies her.”

 

“Craig!” Ma exclaimed again, covering Molly’s ears. “I really don’t think that is a place for our boy.”

 

Justin listened to the discussion listlessly and left for school with Molly as soon as he could get away. He had decided that he really needed to talk to someone and he knew it wasn’t Ma or Pa.

 

At school, Justin went through the motions until lunch time. Then he dragged Daphne away from the other schoolchildren and launched into a detailed recitation of his last few days adventures. He watched Daphne for signs of swooning, but fortunately, she didn’t seem to be the much of one for having the vapors, even when Justin explained how he could still feel Manly inside him.  Justin concluded by forlornly telling Daphne what Manly said last.

 

“And then he just dumped you like that?” Daphne exclaimed, outraged. “As if you were just a fuck?”

 

Justin looked around nervously. Fortunately, Miss Peterson was in the schoolhouse with Nellie Oleson, and Nellie’s  wretched brother Willie was off playing with two hellion boys named Peter and John.  Molly was playing nicely with the little Beardsley girls, of course. No one had heard Daphne’s use of the F word, as Justin had come to think of it.

 

“Yes,” Justin replied, “but I don’t think he meant it, how could he mean it after all that? What do I do?”

 

Daphne stuck her head of curly hair closer to Justin and whispered. “You’re not exactly a troll you know; go back out there and get him! Be every where he is. Stick to him as close as an ear of corn to its stalk! He’ll have to notice you then!”

 

Daphne watched triumphantly as Justin’s face lit up like the sun after a rainstorm (with hail). Justin remembered that Manly was going to be going to dinner with Mikey at the Liberty House. And hadn’t Pa just suggested that he apply for work there! Didn’t a good son have to do what his Pa suggested?

 

Half-pint quickly filled Daphne in on his newly-devised plan “Will you go with me?” he requested.

 

 

 

The rest of the day passed with agonizing slowness. Half-pint walked home with Molly and filled in Pa and Ma in on his plans to go to the Liberty House and apply. “If they hire me, I might just sleep in town,” he added, slightly appalled at how easily the lies were coming out of his mouth.

 

“Oh, Justin,” Ma exclaimed. “Where will you stay? All by yourself!”

 

“Pshaw,” Pa grunted, “he can stay in our empty store building in town. Take a bedroll, boy.”

 

Grinning widely, Justin changed his clothes and rolled up a couple of old blankets.

 

“Justin,” Ma said, shocked, when she saw him. “You can’t wear those old britches, they’re way too tight!”

 

“I can’t ruin my good school clothes working at the hotel,” Justin replied, knowing that the britches framed his bubble butt and other attributes perfectly. Justin went out the shanty door, almost skipping his way to town.

 

 

Justin met up with Daphne who was wearing a dress that he had never seen. It made her look quite fetching, if you were into that sort of thing. Together they walked the block to the Liberty House. Once inside, they both stopped and stared at all the men sitting around playing cards, and drinking.  

 

“Do you want to go?” Justin whispered in Daphne’s ear.

 

“We just got here!” Daphne replied, tossing her curly locks and sashaying across the floor, drawing the admiring looks of some of the patrons. Shrugging, Justin followed her to a table, drawing admiring looks from the rest of the patrons.

 

Right then, Manly and Mikey came out of the back, accompanied by an older man and a woman with flaming red hair. That had to be Missus Novotny. Justin stared, certain he had never seen hair that exact color before.

 

“That’s him,” he said to Daphne, carefully pointing out Brian.

 

She stared. “He’s so old and skinny! You can do better than that!”

 

“Hush up! He is not! And he has the most beautiful pecker!”  Daphne rolled her eyes again.

 

Across the room Mikey rolled his eyes and said, “Well, look who’s here, your little prairie twink.” Brian snorted and walked past Justin, brushing up against him.

 

“Is it schoolhouse night at the Liberty House?” he sneered.

 

“Hi,” Justin said, giving his best and brightest smile. But Manly just kept walking.

 

Momentarily despondent, Half-pint perked back up when he saw Manly glance his way casually. Mustering his courage, Justin headed up to the bar and took a place next to Mikey. “Howdy, ma’am,” he said to the flaming red-head.

 

“Well, look at you, a ray of sunshine! I haven’t seen you around here before,” the woman said.

 

“He’s new,” Mikey said dourly.

 

Justin ignored him, “Ma’am, I’m Justin Taylor and I’m looking for work; do you need any help with this fine establishment?”

 

Missus Novotny smiled. “Well, aren’t you the politest thing? You’re Craig Taylor’s boy, aren’t you? The one he calls ‘Half-pint’?”

 

Mikey snorted and Justin cringed, but smiled his best smile again. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. “I’m a hard worker and real dependable.”

 

Debbie nodded, “I’m sure you are, son, but I’m not really looking for anyone right now,” she began. Then taking a look around the room she noticed several pairs of eyes resting on the boy’s backside, “But why don’t we give you a try just for tonight,” she concluded.

 

Justin’s smile lit up the room. “Yes, ma’am, what do you want me to do?” he asked.

 

“Just ask the men if they want anything, and clean up after them when they leave. And try to get them to hit the spittoons!”

 

Justin bounced over to Daphne. “I got the job! Well, sort of! I’ll be around Manly whenever he’s here visiting Mikey! And my Ma and Pa won’t be expecting me home.”

 

Daphne smiled back. “Then my work here is done.” She tossed her hair again, gave a little smile to a cute cowboy in the back, and sashayed out the door.

 

Justin busied himself waiting on the tables, scooping up glasses, and even wiping up around the spittoon, since that put his fine ass on display. Alas, Manly seemed indifferent and Justin began to despair. Across the room; however, he noticed another pair of eyes following him closely--Mr. Bruckner, the blacksmith!!

 

Justin headed over that way. “Howdy, Mr. Bruckner,” he said. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

 

Mr. Bruckner looked at the boy thoughtfully. The blond was young, but town scuttlebutt, in the form of one Mr. Honeycutt, had conveyed that Manly Kinney had introduced the boy to some of life’s pleasures. “Well, you can start by calling me Ben,” he said.

 

With a shock like fire, Justin felt a hand on his back. He knew before he turned around that it was Manly Kinney! “Meet me at the feed store when you get off work,” Manly growled. Justin felt weak in the knees and barely managed to nod his assent. Manly and Mr. Bruckner stared at each other for a moment and then Manly went back to his card game.

 

 

 

Finally, Missus Novotny threw the latch on the doors as Half-pint quickly swept up the floor. “How’d I do?” he asked eagerly.

 

“I reckon you can help out around here every Friday and Saturday night. Pay’s two bits a night.”

 

“Yee-haw!” Justin exclaimed.  “I’ll see you tomorrow night then!”

 

 

 

Justin sprinted toward the feed store, stopping only when he heard Manly’s voice in the stable in the back. The man was talking softly to Prince and Lady. Justin listened for a moment, wondering if he would ever hear that same note of tenderness in Manly’s voice.

Shrugging off those thoughts for ones that were much more pleasant, Justin went into the feed store and into the bedroom, stripping his clothes off in record time.

 

Manly walked into the bedroom and stopped at the sight of the young blond sitting cross-legged on his bed. “Poke me, Manly, poke me!” Justin was practically bouncing in anticipation.

 

The tall dark haired man quirked an eyebrow. This boy was such a strange mixture of the innocence of a newborn calf and the readiness of Prince when Lady was in season. Manly walked over to the bed and pulled the blond to his feet. Justin blinked in surprise, wondering what Manly wanted.

 

“Pay attention,” Manly said in a deep voice. “I want you to learn to do what I am going to do.”

 

“I will. I will. I’m a very good student!” Justin promised, his heart pounding and palms sweating. He had no idea what Manly was planning to do or what he was agreeing to learn. 

 

He blinked in surprise again when Manly dropped to his knees in front of him and then he could hardly believe what happened next! He felt Manly’s mouth on his pecker! Taking it in, and, ooooooooohhhh. Justin’s eyes closed and his head rolled back. Somehow, Justin’s hands were on Manly’s head, in the soft dark hair, urging the man on. 

 

Manly’s mouth and tongue continued to do wonderful, amazing things, and Justin’s toes began to curl, a sure sign that Justin was about to come. Then Manly’s mouth was gone! Justin opened his eyes in dismay to see Manly looking at him in amusement. “Listen to me! Are you listening to me?” the man asked.

 

“Yes, yes, Manly, I’m listening.”

 

“Pay attention! You are going to do this to me next. You need to learn how.” Manly spoke very slowly and patiently. Justin nodded vigorously.

 

“I’m a very good learner! I’m in the Fifth Reader.” Justin assured him.

 

Manly smirked and resumed his activities on Justin’s willing pecker. Justin felt like he was going to explode into a million pieces, and fly away to the moon, or maybe he would just melt from all the heat he felt building up inside him,  and then…he shouted a great shout as he came in Manly’s mouth.  For a moment, Justin thought Manly might be angry, but the man just laughed as Justin collapsed onto the bed, unable to stand any longer.

 

Manly flopped down next to him and for a few a wonderful moments, they lay together kissing and stroking each other. Justin had never been happier or more satisfied.

 

“Half-pint?” Manly’s voice brought Justin back from the wonderful place he was drifting off to. “It’s your turn now.”

 

Justin looked down at Manly’s huge pecker, all swollen and ready for action. He was supposed to take ALL OF THAT into his mouth? He looked up at Manly, hoping that the man hadn’t been serious about Justin doing that after only one lesson! Surely he needed many, many more lessons before he tried it for himself. But Manly merely quirked an eyebrow again and then nodded toward his pecker.

 

Justin swallowed, and was surprised to realize that his mouth was watering. He slowly crawled down the bed as Manly rolled on to his back and spread his legs. Justin took a deep breath and gripped Manly’s giant pecker firmly with one hand…

 

TBC