Ā We met Walt the day we were moving into our new home. Weād finally saved enough to buy a place on five wooded acres outside of the town of Salida, Colorado, up into the hills a little way off Highway 50, which eventually crosses Monarch Pass. It wasnāt a huge home, but we didnāt need huge; instead, the property had a small meadow out front, fantastic mountain views, privacy, and peace, to go along with the abundant wildlife, and was something weād wanted to do for years.
āWeā is my husband Richard, and me, Rayne, and finally, at age thirty-three, weād been able to realize our dream. We were in front of our new home, a two-story, three-bedroom log and timber frame structure of 1950ās vintage, unloading our stuff when Walt drove past on the gravel road out front. Seeing the two pickup trucks and the U-Haul parked out front, he slowed and turned up the long drive.
One of the pickup trucks was mine and the other belonged to Seth, a good friend Iāve introduced in an earlier story and somewhat regular partner in threesomes with Richie and me ā a favorite because heās sexy, sweet, and strongly bisexual, like my husband. In fact, he was helping in part because heās a great friend (who owns a pickup), in part because heās too sweet to say no, and the rest probably because he figured weād all wind up in the shower together after a sweaty day of work before we all ended up in the same bed.
Richie had left his Jeep at the U-Haul rental place and he and Seth were deep in the truck when Walt pulled up behind it. I was coming out the front door of the house and watched him unfold his tall, denim and chambray-clad frame from the truck seat as he pulled his cowboy hat over a thick forest of graying hair. We walked toward each other as he introduced himself and I did the same. The two guys had heard his door slam and come out of the truck, and as Walt completed his introductions I admired him.
He was probably a total hunk in his day and was still a big, rawboned, handsome, and very masculine man, and I found myself attracted to his weather-beaten, rugged good looks and his neat, close-shorn beard. His hand, when heād shaken mine, had engulfed it like a catcherās mitt and had been firm and callused, further testimony to his ruggedness and evidence that heād likely never had a desk job. I had the sense that heād had to restrain himself to avoid crushing my hand.
Despite his obvious years he still had wonderful posture and moved easily, graceful for such a big man, and he seemed to tower over Richard, who is a bit over six feet; Walt had to run six-four or five, at least, even with the cowboy boots off, and his thick arms and chest and broad shoulders made him look huge! His jeans and worn chambray shirt looked like theyād seen hard miles too, and his hat had developed the kind of character that only time, weather, and serious use can create. His bright blue eyes, undimmed by time, didnāt hurt his attractiveness at all!
He explained that he lived ājust up the roadā and had seen us on his way home from a grocery run to the Walmart in Salida and had dropped in to say hello and ābe neighborly.ā Ā We chatted and got acquainted, telling him about ourselves and how excited we were to be moving in, explaining that it would be Richie and I moving in and that Seth was a friend helping us move.
We found out that he had formerly owned a cattle ranch, about 2,000 acres plus another thousand or so of leased BLM land on the other side of Monarch pass near the town of Gunnison. Heād decided to sell a few years earlier and retire to enjoy his life when neither of his kids had shown any interest in maintaining the ranch and had been doing some traveling with his wife until sheād died roughly a year ago after a brief illness. He didnāt get specific, and we respected his privacy. His son and family lived in Dallas and his daughter, still single, near Atlanta, both working in the ātech industry,ā which sounded like a mystery to him.
We told him a little about ourselves, and as we talked he jumped in and began to help us unload and carry things into the house. We were surprised but grateful, and I think we were all impressed with his strength, moving large, heavy items with ease. I know I was, especially given his age! Heād helped us for maybe forty-five minutes when I thought to ask if he had any cold things in his groceries.
He looked startled. āOh shit! Uh, pardon my French, but I forgot all about that. I have ice cream and a few other things ā in a cooler, of course, but I should get them home.ā
I smiled at him. āOf course! Iād offer you the use of our refrigerator, but itās only been plugged in for a few minutes so itās not cold. Thanks for all of your help, Walt, it was wonderful to meet you.ā
āYou too, I look forward to having you as neighbors.ā He shook hands with Richie and Seth again, but when he took mine he just held it. I looked down at his hand; it was big, with thick fingers and knobby knuckles, and the skin on the back was weathered and carried a few age spots, rough and hard where he held mine. Still, it looked powerful, like he could easily crush my hand if he chose, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. āHey, listen, since yāall have such a mess here to deal with, why donāt you come on up to my place for dinner? Iāll throw some burgers on the grill or somethingā¦ nothing fancy, but you wonāt leave hungry.ā
We looked at each other and agreed, thanking him for his thoughtfulness. Weād planned to drive to one of the few restaurants in Poncha Springs, the closest option, but this sounded better and was much closer. We settled on 7:00 to 7:30, allowing us time to finish unloading and get cleaned up, and got directions to his place ā addresses donāt mean a lot out there.
He left, and we knocked off a little after 6:00 to get ready. Our new place has a large shower stall in the master bath, and we broke open a box or two to find towels, soap, shampoo, etcetera. Richie was the first one naked and he jumped in the shower and started the water as Seth and I finished undressing.
Richie is taller than Seth, but Seth is broader and has more bulky musculature ā Iāve compared Richard to a Greyhound or Great Dane and Seth to a Bull Mastiff before, and itās an apt analogy; Seth also has a larger, thicker cock, although my husband is well-represented in that area as well.
I reached out and seized Seth, gently stroking his flaccid length, impressed once again by how thick and heavy it always felt in my hand. āBeen a while since we playedā¦ā
He nodded. āToo long. We live too fucking far apart.ā It was true; he lived near Montrose, over two hours west of us, the road sometimes impassable in winter. Luckily, he passed through our area somewhat often on trips to Denver or Colorado Springs.
I could feel him beginning to harden in my hand, and he began to lightly stroke my sensitive nipples, one hand for each. Like his cock, my nipples responded positively, and I shuddered with arousal. Richie, probably beginning to feel left out, said, āHey, you two, youād better get in here if you want hot water ā new place, no telling how long it will last.ā
He had a point; we knew none of the idiosyncrasies of our new home. We joined him, my nipples erect and tingling and Sethās majestic cock now standing straight out in front of him, still stiffening and rising. I was wet before I ever stepped beneath the shower spray, but now my exterior became just as wet.
Richie looked at us, and down at Sethās growing erection. āHorndog! Canāt keep your hands off my wife for a damn minute, can you?ā
Seth laughed and grabbed Richie by the balls. āGuilty as charged ā you know me, always horny. Rayne was there, but Iād have done the same to you.ā He pulled Richie to him and they kissed. I think that was the thing that still surprised me the most, them kissing; I was used to them ā to all three of us ā fully enjoying each other sexually, but seeing them kiss always seemed strange to me, and I donāt know why. Theyāre both good kissersā¦
Seth and Richard are also both strongly bisexual, something theyād discovered when theyād roomed together in college, and they had enjoyed a sexual relationship for the remainder of their college years. I found out about it only by accident, when Seth had let something slip the first time weād enjoyed a threesome together. Iād been shocked to find out, but the fact that Richard had lied to me about his past and his preferences did more damage to our marriage than the bisexual aspect, which I could accept and even learn to embrace.
Heād insisted he never lied, never mentioned it at all, but Iād pointed out that a lie of omission was still a lie. Heād been sick about it, agonized and begging me to forgive him, and weād eventually patched things up. I think the fact that Iād accepted and eventually encouraged his bisexuality had astonished him, but it was a part of who he is, and I didnāt want to change that. For his part, heās accepted that Iām a very sexual, frequently horny slut that thoroughly enjoys having two men to play with and fuck occasionally, so it was a good bargain for both of us.
In the shower, with three wet, soapy bodies sliding around together, it didnāt take long to generate two very large, very stiff cocks. Richie becomes very rigid and upright when heās aroused, Ā his cock pointing up at his chin; Sethās somewhat longer, heavier penis points off toward the horizon but is equally hard, his thicker, more veiny shaft very impressive. I was enjoying rubbing against them, the sensuality of hard cocks, warm, wet skin, and firm muscles making me tremble with arousal. Lips sucking at my nipples and fingers exploring my pussy also played a major part, of course!
They teamed up to shampoo my hair, so I had four hands on my head and a hard cock nestled in my ass crack, another pressed to my tummy, and I was in heaven! It didnāt take long for Seth, who was behind me, to bend his knees, push his cock down, and then slide up and into me. I was very ready, but he felt HUGE, and I gasped with pleasure as he went deep, feeling every inch of him inside of me.
With Richieās hand between my legs, he could feel Sethās hard cock parting me and moving in and out, and he kissed me.
āFeel good, babe?ā
āOh my god! His cock feels enormous.ā
He smiled and kissed me again. āTrust me, I know!ā
It was true; Iād watched my husband take Seth up his ass on several occasions, so he knew exactly how big it would feel, even if he didnāt have a pussy. āRichardā¦ please make me come.ā
He knew what I meant, and began to stroke and tease my hard clit. I didnāt need Richie to make me come ā Sethās cock would do it ā but it was just better this way, more sensation and my husband being a part of it. It didnāt take long until I was shuddering and cussing, in the grip of a powerful, wonderful orgasm.
As it passed, another building right behind it, Richie slid alongside me, his cock sliding on my hip as he moved around behind Seth. This allowed me to bend my head forward and let the water sluice over my hair as Seth continued to hold my hips and fuck me, and I knew exactly what my husband had in mind!
My assumption was confirmed when Seth, his lips at my ear, groaned, āFuck yeah, give me that cock!ā Both of my guys love anal sex, giving and receiving, and I knew that Richard was positioning himself to slide his soapy, slippery, hard cock into Seth. When Seth said, āOh, fuck yes, that feels so good!ā I knew that my husband was deep into our friend, who was deep inside of me.
It took a few strokes to get the timing right, nobody wanting to suffer from fallout, but when they synchronized it didnāt take me long to come again, Sethās cock extra hard, huge, and straining due to having Richie up his ass. Thatās the other thing ā either of them taking the other from behind significantly hastens the orgasm of the one receiving, especially if Iām sucking him or, like now, he has his cock in me. I knew Seth wouldnāt last much longer, and he didnāt.
Seth had placed one arm around me and his other hand spread over my mound, and he pulled me back tightly against him and drove deep as I felt his cock begin to flex and pump inside of me, emptying his balls deep in my pussy. I came one more time, as I often do when I feel a cock coming in me.
Sethās contractions during his orgasm, his tight star squeezing on my husbandās cock, set Richie off too, more quickly than he would have liked, Iām sure. Heād probably be mildly embarrassed about coming so quickly, but it had been a long time since the three of us had been together and he always finds it very arousing. He groaned as he spilled his cum in Sethās backside, but I know he enjoyed it.
After, separated, cocks wilting and cum trickling from my pussy, we finished rinsing and shut off the water just as it began to cool. I grabbed a wet washcloth to try to wipe away the remainder of Sethās drippings, but my husband grabbed my arm. āDonāt; Iāll get it.ā
I smiled at him and kissed him. āIād like that.ā
Out of the shower, he set a towel on the top of the vanity and perched me on it before dropping to his knees between my legs. As he began to nuzzle me and clean Sethās cum from my pussy, Seth draped a towel over me and started to dry my hair and then my back. I could get used to being the center of attention to two very handsome, horny, sexy, considerate men!
Richie eagerly lapped at my sex, sticking his tongue as far into me as he could and cleaning up Sethās pearly-white load. He loves doing it, and I love having it done, and as it often does it made me come again. Seth watched us, lightly stroking my hard nipples as I fondled his semi-flaccid cock and squeezed his balls, slowly getting him hard, and by the time Richie had me cleaned up to his standards, he too had a newly raging erection. Licking me clean after sex almost always affects him that way.
I laughed ā of course, I could because Iād come several times while they had each only managed once ā and told them we didnāt have time for that now because our new neighbor and friend was expecting us. āYou guys are just going to have to hold that thought because we need to get on the road. Get dressed, tuck those big cocks away for now, and letās go!ā
We did so shortly thereafter, taking Sethās truck because he had mine blocked in. His had the added advantage of a broad front seat with an armrest that folded up so we could sit three across. Waltās place ājust up the roadā turned out to be a little under two miles up our county road, another mile south on a second one, and then a right turn across a creek and a half-mile climb up Waltās winding driveway. We parked in front of his home, a traditional log cabin of medium size with grey weathered logs and a green metal roof which was obviously new.
He hadnāt mentioned owning a dog, but a very alert and athletic red heeler came around the corner barking madly, his rapidly wagging tail at odds with his ferocious bark. When we opened our doors it turned out that his tail was the true indicator of his temperament ā he was all a-wiggle with excitement and eager to make new friends. Weād left our dog, Hobo, a blue merle miniature Aussie (as everyone continues to call what are now recognized as American Shepherds) with friends in Salida until we could keep an eye on him while he got used to his new digs, something we couldnāt do while moving in. I suspected that he and Waltās dog would get along famously.
Walt came to the door and led us through his home and out onto a stone patio out back. He didnāt have the majestic views of the 14,000-foot Collegiate Peaks that we did, but his view across the meadow and the stream below, surrounded by lesser mountains, was very beautiful. He officially introduced us to Darwin, his dog, (because Heelers are officially Australian Cattle dogs, as he explained) who turned out to be a total sweetheart that loved everyone but was utterly devoted to Walt.
A gracious host, he offered us beer or wine, or a mixed drink if we had a preference. The guys grabbed a beer, and Walt poured a glass of Merlot, which he was also drinking, for me. We talked for a while as the coals got hot, Richie remarking on Walt being āold schoolā and using charcoal instead of a propane grill, and once ready we had a choice of burgers or brats, and Walt got them going. Everything smelled delicious, and weād all worked up an appetite with our moving activitiesā¦ not to mention the sex!
While he tended the grill, he instructed me on where to find condiments, buns, chips, paper plates, etcetera, and asked me if Iād make a salad from the āfixinsā in his fridge. I was happy to, and Seth came in to help, slicing tomatoes and onions while I put the rest together.
Everything came together just about on time, and we sat down to eat and continue our chat. The charcoal certainly did give things a nicer flavor, and the burgers were done just right.
He told us more about the ranch heād owned, and I could hear in his voice how much he missed it, especially when he spoke of things he and his wife had done together while building it into a successful operation. It was plain that he still loved and missed her, and his ranch, and sometimes his loneliness came out in the things he said.
The new owners had been kind enough to allow him to keep two horses there, his favorite old gelding and a mare, and to come and go from the stable whenever he felt like it. Theyād also promised to see to their care ā along with their horses ā when he couldnāt make it for any reason. Theyād given him free rein to ride his old property, which he did, sometimes riding the fences as a favor to the current owners. When I mentioned that I enjoy riding, he invited me to go over to Gunnison and ride with him sometime, an offer I eagerly accepted.
Mid-meal, I rose to get the wine from inside and bring the guys fresh beers, and when I returned I saw Walt watching me. He said, āI hope nobody will take offense, but I couldnāt help but notice the wonderful things you do for a pair of blue jeans.ā
I smiled and thanked him; who takes offense at such a nice compliment? The guys agreed with him, taking it gracefully as intended. I donāt have the kind of big boobs that get noticed, just small B-cup breasts, but I like that theyāre firm and nicely shaped (or so Iāve been told, so not just my own opinion) and I have very responsive nipples, which do sometimes get noticed. Still, I think my best features are my butt and long legs, which I keep in shape by staying very active, so itās nice when someone makes a positive comment!
When Iād gone in to get the drinks Iād seen a photo on the wall of Walt and a very attractive woman, both on horseback and now I asked, āThe picture in there, is that you with your wife?ā
He nodded, smiling, and I could almost hear the wistfulness in his voice when he said, āYes, thatās my Maggie. She was a hell of a gal; I was so lucky to have her for all the yearsā¦ā His voice trailed off, and he looked down at his plate, and I knew he was trying to hold back tears.
I tried to fill the void. āIs that her horse, the mare you said I could ride?ā
It took him a moment, but he nodded and eventually cleared his throat and said, āYes, Angel is hers. She loved that horse, and loved to ride; they were good together. I couldnāt let her go, but Iām a little big to ride her.ā
Now it was my turn to well up, but I managed to say, āIām honored that youād let me ride her.ā
He replied, āMaggie would be happy that someone was riding her, and glad to see that Iād found someone to ride with me. Sheād like that.ā
I said, āShe was very beautiful.ā
āMaggie, or Angel?ā
āWalt! I meant Maggie, of course. Angel is pretty too though.
He smiled and nodded. āShe was, inside and out. More than I deservedā¦ Ah well, before things get too maudlin, tell me more about yourselves.ā
He was smoothly giving himself time to recover, but we played along, telling him about our jobs, how weād found our new home, what we planned to do around the place, and so on. As we discussed some of our planned projects, landscaping and such, he said, āI have a few pieces of equipment, stuff I kept from the ranch in case it might come in handy, in that shed out there.ā He indicated a metal outbuilding that was much newer than the cabin. āLet me know if I can be of any help.ā
We thanked him for his generous offer, hung around until we got a little buzzed, and thanked him for dinner before taking our leave. He seemed to enjoy having us there, and we enjoyed getting to know him. He seemed like a really good guy, but little did we know how good a friend heād prove to be.
Richard was least buzzed, so he drove home. I put a hand on each crotch ā theirs, not mine ā and worked on bringing them back to their earlier glory. It didnāt take much before I had a hard cock in each hand, and when Richard pulled into our drive he sat and watched me and Seth swap spit for a while before turning off the truck.
āIf you two can stop tonguing each otherās tonsils for a minuteā¦ā We did, turning to look at him. āAre we going inside to baptize our new home, or are we aiming for a truck fuck?ā
We voted to go inside ā and we did a thorough job of christening our new home with semen and pussy juices as we fucked half the night away in several rooms and many different combinations ā but thatās a different story entirely because this one is about Walt. Besides, I already told you about Seth in my very first Lush story, which was about our first threesome, so you can go read that if you want more of him.
As for Walt, though, he became a closer friend than we ever could have anticipated. He spent a lot of time at our place, and we spent plenty at his, as well, and we all became very comfortable together. Darwin and Hobo became equally fast friends and were always excited to see each other, bouncing around us each time before taking off like a couple of streaks across the meadow to play in the woods.
For any project, we dreamed up, or any routine maintenance, Walt had ideas and equipment to make it easier. He drove his tractor down one day with a scoop bucket on the front to help us move some dirt around, reshaping the grounds around the house for better drainage, and again to help us spread some topsoil we had delivered for some planting beds.
He used it again with what he called a box grader dragged behind it to smooth our gravel driveway, filling some potholes and knocking down the ridge that formed between the wheel ruts. Chainsaw, ācome-alongā (which was a sort of hand-operated winch/pulley thing), generator so we could use some electric equipment out by the woods ā if we needed it, he seemed to have it, and he often thought of things he could do with power equipment that we would have been stuck trying to do by hand. Our wheelbarrow and other hand tools didnāt get nearly the amount of work weād anticipatedā¦ and dreaded!
Occasionally weād come home from work to find him puttering around our place, finishing up something weād started on the weekend. We felt sometimes like we were taking advantage of his good nature ā and the fact that he was retired ā but he claimed he needed to stay busy to be happy. Plus, that always strategically put him at our house at dinner timeā¦
In return, we helped him with extra pairs of hands for a few things around his place, and we fed him a lot! Iām not a great cook by any means, but he said I was far better than him and he loved getting my āhome cookinā, as he called it. I think as much as anything he loved not trying to cook for one, which is difficult, and not eating alone, which can feel very lonely. When weād go into town to eat we would often invite him, because eating alone in a restaurant is loneliest of all ā and we were growing to love the old man!
He and I made it over to Gunnison to ride his horses a couple of times, and he showed me parts of his old ranch and some of the small creeks on the BLM land. Both Angel and his horse, Huey, were gentle and ran to the pasture gate to greet him when we pulled up. That only further cemented for me his image as a kind and decent man, the fact that his animals were so devoted to him. He rode easy and tall on Huey, who was larger than Angel and easily carried Waltās weight. His years in the saddle were apparent, and he looked very sexy in his boots, jeans, and white Stetson astride the big gelding.
He turned sixty-eight the same year we both turned thirty-four, so exactly twice our age. He said since there were two of us it worked out even and was touched that Iād made him a cake for his birthday. It was later that year that he asked if weād keep Darwin for a few days because heād be gone, without saying why. We were happy to, and Hobo was thrilled, but we wondered because before when heād go away for a day or two, he always took Darwin along.
He brought Darwin over, along with his bowls and food, a bit before noon on a Monday when I was home but Richie was at work. To my surprise and eventual dismay, only then did he ask if Iād mind driving him to the hospital in Pueblo, a distance of about 120 miles, and picking him up later in the week, since theyād told him he shouldnāt drive himself home.
I agreed, of course! It was a small enough favor to ask after all heād done for us, and my work schedule has that kind of flexibility. Trying not to be too nosy (since he hadnāt volunteered it) I asked, āDo you mind if I ask why youāre going to the hospital? You donāt have to tell me if you donāt want to.ā
He apologized but said heād rather not talk about it, and I respected his wishes. On the way ā he had me drive his Grand Cherokee, and we took the dogs along for the ride ā he was quiet. Then again, heās often very quiet and stoic, but he seemed nervous, or possibly scared. And sad.
His mention of the hospital had me thinking the worst, of course, and part way through the trip, I put my hand over his where it rested on the edge of the console. āWalt, are you ok?ā
He glanced at me, then turned his eyes forward again. āYeah, Iām fine. Thanks for doing this.ā
āOh, Walt, of course! You know itās no problem.ā
We rode in silence for a few more miles before he quietly said, āNo, I lied. Iām not ok. I have cancer.ā
I felt my heart plunge to my stomach. Fucking cancer! My grandfather had died of pancreatic cancer in his sixties, so Iād seen its suffering and ugliness and the devastation of the useless treatments up close. āOh, Walt! Oh no, Iām so sorry.ā
āThanks. I have to have surgery, which is why I canāt drive home.ā
I waited for him to continue, but he didnāt. āWalt? Will you be okay, will you need radiation or anything, chemoā¦?ā
āThey donāt think so; they think we caught it in time.ā
āWell, thatās good anyway, right?ā
āI suppose.ā
That sounded awfully defeatist, like he was giving up, which scared me. We were dear friends by now, and we both loved him, but it still didnāt feel right to pry. We probably went twenty miles without either of us saying a word, just listening to the music.
He had a classic country station on his radio, which was fine with me, and it was playing Garth Brooksā āIām Much Too Young to Feel This Damn Oldā when Walt said, āThatās the fucking truth! You know, I never gave much of a shit about getting old until I lost Maggie, and now this.ā
I put my hand over his and curled my fingers into his palm, and after another minute or two of silence, he said, āI have prostate cancer, Stage 2-borderline 3, they said. Fucking prostate cancer.ā
āOh, Walt! Iām so glad they found it in time.ā
āIām not so sure I am. Theyāre taking it out, all of it.ā
āBut thatās good, right? It could kill you otherwise.ā
āEveryone has to die sometime.ā
Iād seen the father of a friend, younger than Walt, dying of prostate cancer after it had metastasized to his bladder and bones, and heād died an agonizing death even though heavily medicated. It had deeply affected his family. I said, āNot that way, not if you donāt have to.ā
āSo what do I do, spend the rest of my life pissing myself, my dick limp and useless? I wonāt be able to get it up, ride my horses, or do anythingā¦ Iāll have to wear a diaper like a baby or have a fucking catheter in me, a bag... Thatās no life. Christā¦ ā
āI donāt think itās always that bad, is it? Did they tell you that?ā
He shrugged and looked straight ahead. āThey warned me it could happen, all that shit. Fuck, they said it might even make my dick smaller!ā
āNoā¦ Really? How does that work?ā
āI donāt know the mechanics, but thatās what they said. Fuck this shitā¦ā
Heād never used the F-word much, so I knew he was upset, both angry and scared. āWalt, cāmon! You know they always have to warn you of all the bad things that could happen. That doesnāt mean it will. They scare the crap out of you with that stuff if theyāre even going to pull a tooth or fix a bunion, for crying out loud! Blame it on the damn lawyers; Iām surprised you donāt have to sign a waiver to get a haircut.ā
He chuckled at that and squeezed my hand.
I realized that his fear was not of the surgery itself, or of cancer-killing him; those he could accept. His fear was about being emasculated, about being anything less than the big, tough, independent, and very masculine man heād always been. I wouldnāt see him that way; I donāt think anyone would, but heād see himself that way, his sexual identity, his masculinity, in crisis, helpless for a time and diminished after.
āWell, I think youāll be fine. So there!ā
He tried to smile but just looked sad. āWell, I like your diagnosis, and youāre the prettiest doctor that Iāve had yet. Thank you again, for being here.ā
āOf course. Do you need me to stay with you? I can if you need me.ā
He smiled. āWe brought the dogs, remember?ā He was right. Theyād been so quiet Iād forgotten they were back there; I couldn't stay. āNo, no, you go home to Richard and take good care of the beasts, come pick me up on Thursday or Friday. Iāll let you know.ā He hesitated before continuing, āI may need some help after, around the place. They said I canāt do much of diddly squat for six or eight weeks after.ā
āOf course not! Thatās a pretty invasive surgery, I think. Youāll need time to heal ā and yes, of course, weāll help, whatever you need.ā We were entering Pueblo by then, and traffic was picking up. I had to keep my eyes on the road.
āI hate this shit.ā
āI know you do. Youāll be fine, Walt; weāll see to that.ā
āYouāre good friends, you and Richie. Iām glad you bought that house.ā
āUs too, Walt. Youāre the best feature that came with it.ā When he squeezed my hand again, I asked, āIs it ok if I talk to Richard about this? I wonāt if you donāt want me to.ā
āNo, itās fine ā you donāt keep secrets from him, you hear? Not on my account. I canāt talk to him about it, not like I can talk to you, but you can tell him.ā
āItās nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Itās fucking cancer, not something you did.ā
āI suppose. I mean, I know that. Youāre just easier to talk to.ā
āIām glad you did. You call us, or have a nurse call us after your surgery, ok?ā
He nodded, and we rode in silence until I found the hospital and followed the signs to patient check-in. When I stopped under the portico and we got out, he opened the tailgate and gave each of the dogs some love before grabbing his small bag. After he set it down and closed the tailgate he turned, and I hugged him. He hugged me back tightly, crushing me to him in a way heād never done before, and then turned and walked away.
I watched him walk slowly to the door, his broad shoulders and straight back unbent despite the weight of this frightening change to his life bearing down on him. He was a big, strong man, yet I had the urge to just hold him and tell him things would be ok. I didnāt have the sense that he was afraid of the operation or that heād die during surgery, but that maybe he was terrified he wouldnāt, and would have to deal with the after-effects, feeling like less than what he was.
I swallowed, wiped my eyes, got back in Waltās Jeep, and headed for home.