I was confident that I could handle him. He’s a little bigger than me, but he’s gone soft sitting in his patrol car all day. We met at the gym las... night after his shift. I gave him one last chance to change his attitude. I told him that once we got into the ring that I would not show him any mercy. To make a long story short, it took less than two rounds for me to thoroughly kick his ass; he’s a street fighter not a trained boxer. I left him flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I told. "That California bunch has their main holdings up north of San Francisco and only run a feeder operation over there." He pointed to the southeast. "They use that strip as a short cut to the county road into Walden." He frowned and spat as if the very mention of the Californians left a bad taste in his mouth."Let's get back into the cat and head on down the east slope. I want to see how those cattle weathered the storm. I intend to move them across to the South Ranch to finish the winter there.. The only dick I had ever wanted to suck was his. Now that I had the opportunity, I was having fun, but I still knew that I had to be careful; if I ever wanted to do this again I would have to do real good now. So with his cock still in his shorts, with my hands wrapped around his hard base, with the rest of his dick in my mouth; I was sucking his dick as hard as I could through his shorts and as I did so he sucked in air between his teeth taken aback at my actions. I only did this for a minute. “Of course we do. It’s been a tradition as long as I can remember.”“Oh, alright then,” he said as he got out of his chair and started to fumble through the DVDs in the TV stand drawer.“What’s the tradition?” Brian asked. “Every Thanksgiving, Dad and I watch the original 'Miracle On 34th Street' with Natalie Wood and Maureen O’Hara.”“I’ve never seen it,” Brian said.“Well, you are in for a treat then."Dad started the movie and then put more logs on the fire, making the room cozy and warm. It was.