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Subject: Becoming a Small-Town Cock Whore – Chapter 1 “The All-Americans” I moved to a small town when I was in 6th grade, I was 11, shy and introverted, my family was lower middle class, but we were renting our first house after renting for years. My first day of school was like another new kids, my head was spinning as I tried to find my way and not do anything stupid that would stick with me for years. On the ride home I sat beside Kyle, he lived across the street from was a couple months younger than I was, he had a younger brother named Bryce that I would later meet. Kyle and Bryce were the typical All-American boys in a typical All-American family, upper middle class the perfect family. Kyle and I were both 11 years old and stood 4 foot 7, Kyle was a slim and a bit of a nerd, he was a straight A student, played piano and French horn, he was not an athlete but loved sports. Bryce was the younger brother he was 8 years old and about a foot shorter, like Kyle he excelled in school though not as well as Kyle, but he played football, basketball and baseball. Their father Chris was 43 years old stood over 6 feet, balding but he was a salesman and could talk anyone out of their underwear especially when he smiled his pearly whites. Chris was that all-American dad, played all sorts of sports and could clean up when he needed to, he was also just a great guy. Kyle, Bryce and I became great friends, often playing pick up basketball or touch football, they would invite me over for movie nights and pizza a few times a month. Almost a year after I moved to the small town it was Kyle’s birthday, he had a party and asked me to stay overnight. We setup shot in Kyle’s room and Bryce decided to join us, it was nearly midnight and we decided to do what all young boys do, get izmit rus escort naked and play with each other. Kyle and Bryce were not gay, they didn’t want to kiss, they just wanted to play with each other’s penises. Kyle and I were both sporting 4ish inches of young cockmeat, both uncut and hairless, Bryce being much young was smaller and equally hairless. Due to the internet I knew quite a bit about sex, I new oral and anal, I also knew I may like men/boys, I sucked both their small cocks they jerked each other and myself. Around 1AM, Chris came in looking tired, his hair was a mess and looked like he had been sleeping, I tried to cover up but the others just sat their like it was normal. Chris walked over to the bed dropped his shorts revealing 7 inches of thick daddy dick, he then sat on the bed and said, “Your mom didn’t put out again, who’s taking care of dad tonight?”. I was eager to have a go, most of the porn I had looked at was older men, I had often looked for incest but could never find any, Kyle piped up and said, “Nick should do it, we get to do it all the time and he doesn’t get the opportunity”. Chris didn’t say anything, he didn’t care he just wanted a warm hole on his dick, so I stood up and walked between his leg, I took a few inches in mouth and began to suck. Kyle and Bryce sat and watched while jerking each other off, Chris was quiet he sat and with his hand on the back off my head never forcing more then he felt I could take. After 10 minutes of sucking he finally said, “Ok the wife is going to noticed I’m missing”, so he pulled my mouth off and jerked is dick a few times, he instructed me to lick his balls while he jerked off, after a few minutes he unleashed a nice load on to his stomach. He asked, “do you want to izmit escort taste my cum?”, I nodded yes and licked his cum up. I licked his stomach, cock head and balls clean of his cum, he got up without a word, pulled up his shorts and left the room. I sat down, fully ready to keep going with my sexual discovery, Kyle and Bryce had kept jerking off, I no longer dry orgasmed and Kyle said he had just started so I decided I wanted to try something I had seen in the porn I watched, I told Kyle to get on all fours and I ate his ass. After about an hour he turned over and shot a load, I told Bryce he should try it, he leaned over his brother and licked it all up. I then jerked off on the Bryce’s Face and told Kyle to lick it off, now that everyone was satisfied, we decided it was bed time, so Kyle turned off the lights, I didn’t sleep the entire night. The weekend before I started 7th grade Chris called my house and asked if I could help him and Kyle with something, I said yes and ran across the street. I the garage was opened the mini van was gone, I walked in and heard Chris say, “In my office come in”. Chris was alone and naked, watching porn and stroking is big daddy dick, he told me to get on my knees and start to suck his dick. I walked over, dropped to my knees, I had seen some new videos on cock sucking, so I cupped his balls, stroked his shaft and sucked his head. He was scrolling through the various pictures and videos and occasion let out a soft moan, I continued to work his cock when he asked if I had every been fucked, I said grunted a no as I didn’t want to get off his dick, so he asked if I wanted to and I grunted yes. He grabbed some lube, and slowly worked his middle finger into my hole, never taking is eyes off the whore on the screen getting double kocaeli escort penetrated, 10 minutes and three fingers later the video ended. Chris told me to stand and face the laptop, he put on a new video and got behind me, he told me to watch the video, it was another young girl with an older man, she was on all fours sucking the man’s dick — pressure on my backside Chris was slowly entering me. Eyes glued to the computer screen a large dog appeared and mounted the girl and began to fuck her while she sucked the dick, I was feeling full Chris was half way in me. The dog stopped humping and stayed still, Chris bottomed out and held still, he said, “He’s tied to her, he’s cumming in her now.”, Chris pulled out and back in I felt his bush on my ass cheeks. “Do you think you want to try that?”, I was in ecstasy, I nodded and whispered, “yes”. Chris built up speed as the dog finally withdrew from the girl, cum was dripping from her used cunt, faster Chris went and harder she sucked the man. Chris came with the man in the video, he stayed still for a minute and the video ended, finally he withdrew. Chris left the room and came in with a sweatshirt, he told me to put in on and get on all fours, I didn’t know what was going on, but I did what I was told. Chris called their lab Harper into the office, Harper sniffed my ass and mounted me, Chris was sitting in his chair again and had gone soft, he offered his dick and said, “this will keep you quiet”. Harper mounted and ruthlessly fucked my hole, I focused on Chris and sucking his dick, he was quiet simply observing the bestial scene in front of him. Pressure mounted in my hole, I slowed my sucking and Chris said, “he’s going to tie with you now, just focus on me and we will get you through this”. It seemed like an eternity, me on all fours with Harper on my back panting while emptying his ball in my ass, Chris just sat there rubbing my head while I sucked on his flaccid cock. Harper finally released, Chris said, “take a quick shower, get dressed and head home”.

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Subject: The School Trip – Chapter 7: “Match Day” Suggested Category: Adult/Youth (with Chapters 1-6) The following day Luke awoke to the feel of Flynn’s mouth wrapped around his cock. The boy had clearly been at it for a while because he’d already shot his own load on Luke’s chest and Luke felt like he was about to cum too. His back arched as he felt the semen fly out of his dick and into Flynn’s mouth. The boy swallowed some and allowed some to fall out onto his teacher’s chest, then he grabbed the old mouthwash bottle from the bedside table, scooped up the mixture of cum from Luke’s chest and gently let it slide in to join yesterday’s collection. Given that it had been less than 24 hours since their first experience they were doing well, as the bottle was nearly a quarter full. However, it wasn’t really surprising as after the first time they’d fucked twice that evening with the help of Luke’s vibrator, had mutually masturbated to some ‘bear’ porn before bed and had woken up in the middle of the night for a traditional ass fuck. Flynn put the lid on the bottle and replaced it, then climbed back onto the bed, pulled up the cover and snuggled up to Luke. “I want to wear the butt plug today,” he said. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Flynn,” said Luke. “You need to be quick and nimble on the soccer pitch today and a butt plug won’t help you with that.” Flynn looked heartbroken. “I tell you what,” Luke said. “How’s about I bring it along to the match and then I’ll sneak it to you when it’s all over and you can pop it in then?” This cheered the boy up immensely. “But how will you keep it hidden?” he asked his teacher. “How do you think?” replied Luke. Flynn’s eyes lit up. “Can I do it?” he asked. “Of course.” “Now?” “Go on then.” Luke rolled over and Flynn picked up the bottle of lube and the largest of the three butt plugs from the bedside table. He squeezed some of the lube onto Luke’s hole and played with it with his finger. His teacher’s ass felt a little looser than his own and he wondered how many fingers he could fit up it. He inserted two fingers and they slid in and out with great ease, so he tried three but it was only when he had four fingers inside Luke that he finally felt any resistance. He removed his fingers and rubbed the lube from them over the butt plug, before pushing it deep into Luke’s waiting ass. It slid in easily but once the widest part was past his ring it was well and truly in place. Luke stood up and walked over to his suitcase, enjoying the feeling of the object in his behind. He pulled out a rubber cock and ball ring and slid it over his shaft, before pulling the lower part over his balls to stretch them out. People were going to be noticing his package as well as his fine ass today. He pulled on a pair of tight stripy boxers, followed by a pair of tailored shorts and a tight pink T-shirt. He fumbled around and found his spare cock and ball ring and chucked it to Flynn. “I don’t know what do with it,” the boy said. Luke walked over to him and knelt down so that his face was level with the teenager’s cock. He followed the same procedure that he had done on himself, putting the larger ring around the shaft and the bottom of the balls, and using the smaller one as a ball stretcher. “Whoa!” said Flynn. “That feels good.” Luke kissed the end of the boy’s cock then stood back and watched as he pulled on a familiar pair of white briefs. “Are they the same pair you had on when we had to split you and Spencer up?” Luke asked. “The very same,” said Flynn, smiling. “I love the sweaty smell of them when I’ve worn them for a week, especially when I’ve been playing football.” Luke had been looking for someone to satisfy his kinks and this boy sure was kinky! Flynn put on his clothes, chucked his soccer kit into a bag and the two of them headed down to breakfast to fill up ahead of the match against the Spanish team. *** To make sure everyone got a chance to play in each match, Joe had a policy that the three substitutes during the first half would be switched in the second half, and the boys would be benched on a rota basis unless they were injured. During the first half of this match against the Spanish team, Flynn, Max and Nathan were on the bench. Luke sat in between Flynn and Max on the bench while Joe and Paul ran along the edge of the pitch, more interested in what was going on than Luke was. Luke looked out over the football field, and through his sunglasses he admired the physique of the Spanish players. They were all tall, tanned and good-looking with dark hair. In fact, they were so good-looking that he thought they could be models, or even porn stars. They wore red football shirts black soccer shorts and many of them seemed to have a significant bulge at the front of them. He glanced down at Flynn’s crotch to his right. He was clearly enjoying the sight too as his football shorts had developed a tent in the front of them where his cock was pressing hard against the material, wanting to escape. Flynn caught Luke looking and smiled a cheeky grin at him. About 10 minutes into the match, Nathan said, “Sir, I need a piss. Can I go to the toilet?” “No problem,” said Luke, though he made a note to ask Joe or Paul about the boy because he did seem to need a piss an awful lot. “I’ll come too,” said Max, and a knowing grin passed between them. Nathan and Max wondered back to the air conditioned changing room for a piss, leaving Luke alone with Flynn on the bench. He looked at the boy again; he really was a beautiful specimen. His 14-year-old skin was smooth and pale, though was just starting to show the hint of a tan. He had a mop of dark brown hair on his head that Luke enjoyed escort running his fingers through. He was short in comparison to the rest of the group and was relatively skinny, but not bony. He turned his attention back to the game. 15 minutes in and the Spanish team had already scored two goals; this wasn’t going well. Joe and Paul were shouting at the boys, encouraging them but urging them to work harder as well. It was at that point that Luke felt Flynn’s hand slide down the back of his shorts and reach down to the butt plug that was just poking out of his ass. He pushed on it a couple of times, sending waves of pleasure through Luke’s prostate, sensations that were heightened by the thrill of this happening in public. There was nobody behind them to see what was going on, but a football pitch with 22 players and several teachers was only a few feet away. At that moment the ball came off the pitch and rolled just in front of their feet. Flynn quickly removed his hand from Luke’s pants and watched as one of the Spanish players ran over and picked the ball up for a throw-in. The match continued. Aware that there was less than half an hour until half-time, Luke decided to give Flynn a little treat as well. He gently moved his right hand across and slid it down the back of the boy’s football shorts and into his dirty briefs. He squeezed both cheeks and then felt around for a moment for his hole. Flynn inhaled sharply as Luke pushed his finger inside the boy and began to play with his anus. The tent in his shorts began to throb and he wriggled in pleasure. Luke added a second finger, but no sooner had he done it than he felt the boy’s anal muscles begin to vibrate and he watched as Flynn’s bulge moved rhythmically as the boy ejaculated into his pants. He was looking forward to having a good old sniff of those later. Just before half time, Nathan and Max returned. Luke had been distracted so hadn’t noticed how long they’d been gone for but realised that they must have been gone for at least half an hour just to go for a piss. He also noted that they both had wet hair and asked them about it. “We just put some cold water on our heads to cool us down, sir,” said Nathan, smirking. This seemed reasonable – the weather was getting very hot now and Luke watched as the whistle was blown for half-time and eleven sweaty British teenagers began to run towards him. They looked deflated. The Spanish team were winning six-nil and had the advantage that they were used to the heat. The team and their teachers headed back to the changing room to cool down a little and plan for the second half. *** For the second half, Joel, Jacob and Josh were the boys to be on the bench, though as the weather was now pushing 35 �C they were allowed to stay in the air-conditioned changing room with Luke. All three of them were still a little sweaty from the first half so took off their football tops to take advantage of the cool air. “You must be hot as well, sir,” said Joel. “Why don’t you take yours off?” Luke looked at the boy, remembering the first time he had met him. It had been for a practice college interview earlier in the year and when he had walked in Luke had admired his handsome face and confident manner. He was of average-height and average-build, with a few freckles on his face but his cheeky grin made him completely enchanting. He had sat across from Luke with his legs wide apart, as many teenage boys do. Joel had been looking out of the window while answering a lot of questions, giving Luke plenty of time to check him out. He was wearing black school trousers that were slightly too small and so pressed tightly against his thighs and his crotch, and also showed a visible penis line that suggested a cock of around six inches in length. The girth was hard to tell as it was pushed right against the boy’s body by his tight trousers. A couple of weeks later he had come for a follow-up session and this time the seam between his two trouser legs had frayed and split in several places, revealing his pure white underwear beneath them. As soon as he had left the room, Luke had closed the blinds and jerked off right there and then while the image was still fresh in his mind. He didn’t make a habit of wanking at school but this opportunity had been too good to miss. “Sir, are you OK?” Joel’s voice snapped Luke out of his daydream. “What did you say, Joel?” “I said you must be hot too, sir. Take your top off!” Luke was feeling hot so slid his T-shirt up his torso, revealing his muscular chest and abs. When he had pulled the T-shirt over his head he saw that the three boys were staring at his naked torso. “You’re in such good shape, sir,” said Jacob, another freckly lad with a cheeky grin, though with strawberry blond hair in comparison to Joel’s dark brown hair. “I wish I had muscles like that,” said Josh, who had fewer freckles than Joel and Jacob but an equally cheeky grin. “Maybe you will one day,” said Luke. “But you need to start bulking up.” “Can I touch them?” Josh asked. Luke paused. This is inappropriate, he thought. But then again, all of the things he had been doing with Flynn were inappropriate as well. “Sure,” he said. Josh stood up, walked over and began to rub his hands over Luke’s muscular chest. Without asking, the other two boys stood up and did exactly the same thing. Luke closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being rubbed by three teenage football players. “His legs are really muscular as well,” said Joel, who bent down and began to rub them as well. “Is your bum the same, sir?” asked Jacob. “Why don’t you find out?” replied Luke. Jacob walked behind his teacher and began to squeeze his butt cheeks through his clothing. izmit escort bayan “I think so, sir, but I can’t tell with these shorts in the way.” “We’d better take them off him then,” said Josh, who undid the top button of Luke’s shorts, looking up at his teacher’s face to see if he was crossing a line. Luke was in too much shock to protest so Josh undid his fly and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. “Is that better?” Josh asked Jacob. “Much better,” said Jacob, who was now squeezing Luke’s ass through his boxer shorts. “Come and have a feel, both of you.” Joel went round behind Luke and joined Jacob’s groping, but Josh just took a step closer to Luke so that his body was pressed right up against him and reached his arms round to have a feel. A sudden wave of pleasure flashed through Luke’s body. “What’s this hard thing I can feel in between your bum cheeks, sir?” asked Joel, poking the butt plug over and over again causing Luke to become aroused, his erection pressing against Josh, who was still stood with his arms round his teacher feeling his bum. Josh looked at Luke and grinned, removing his hands from his butt and bringing them round to the front of his boxers, rubbing Luke’s bulge gently. Luke had regained his confidence by this time. “Why don’t you look and see?” he said to Joel. Joel didn’t need telling twice and in one quick movement he pulled Luke’s boxers down so that they were round his ankles. Josh looked down at Luke’s cock and balls, held in place by the cock and ball ring, and grabbed Luke’s dick and began to pump it, while Jacob and Joel examined the butt plug. “It’s a butt plug!” exclaimed Jacob, excitedly. He grabbed the end of it and began to gently move it backwards and forwards inside Luke’s ass. “I want a go!” shouted Joel, who took hold of the end and was more aggressive in his movements than Jacob. Luke let out a groan. The stimulation coming from the front and behind was overwhelming. Josh sped up the pace of his hand job. “Do you want a go, Josh?” asked Joel. “Sure,” said Josh. “But you’ll have to take over here for me here.” Jacob and Joel hadn’t realised what Josh had been up to, but when they moved around to the front of their teacher they saw and smiled. Jacob took over wanking Luke off and Joel got down on his knees and began to lick his giant balls, while Josh walked around the back and began to play with the butt plug. Luke was having feelings of pure ecstasy. He was sure he was going to cum soon but he didn’t want the experience to end that quickly. After all, there was still half an hour of the match left before anyone would return to the changing room. “Stop,” he said firmly, and the boys did as they were told and stood back, a sad look on their faces. They thought it was all over. “Well you’ve examined me now, so it’s only fair that I examine you,” said Luke. The look on their faces changed instantly to one of excitement and they nodded in agreement. Before Luke could even say anything they had all pulled their shorts and underwear off and stood before him, naked, with their cocks hard and sticking out in front of them. “Stand up straight and put your hands behind your head,” ordered Luke. The boys did as they were told and their cocks seemed to stand up even harder and higher with the improvement in their posture. Luke walked over to Josh first. The boy’s dick was about five inches long and was relatively skinny, with a small pair of tight balls hanging below it. Luke crouched down to get a better view. His foreskin was smooth, but his balls had a thin layer of browny-blond hairs on them that continued to a thick bush of pubic hair. Luke leaned over and took a sniff of the bush. It smelt of sweaty teenage boy and he couldn’t get enough of it, but he wanted to compare the other boys as well. He gave Josh’s balls a teasing stroke, enjoying the softness of the hairs, and then moved onto Jacob. Jacob’s dick was the same length but thicker than Josh’s, and his pubes were a dark shade of ginger. His shaft was just as smooth but his balls hung lower and were slightly larger. Luke took one of the balls into his mouth, gently caressing it with his lips before moving onto the other, that same sweaty teenage boy smell in his nostrils. Luke gently released Jacob’s balls from his mouth and moved onto Joel. Here was the boy that he had fantasised about ever since he had seen his bulge during the practice university interview. The real thing was even better than the bulge, his six inches standing proudly to attention. His cock was thick as well, almost as thick as a banana, and he had good-sized balls that hung low between his legs. They weren’t as big as Luke’s balls, of course, but they looked delicious. His pubic hair was a light shade of brown and continued from his groin and ball sac down his legs, with just a few wisps on his stomach below his smooth chest. Luke cupped the boy’s balls and pulled him close into a deep kiss. Joel moved his tongue in and out of his teachers mouth and cupped Luke’s balls as well, gently squeezing them. After a moment Luke stepped back. He didn’t want to seem like he had favourites but Joel was definitely his favourite, after Flynn of course. “Turn around,” he barked at them. The boys did as they were told. “Bend over.” Again, they followed his instructions and Luke looked down on the three teenage asses pointing towards him. He walked up to Josh and knelt down to take a sniff, basking in the sweaty teenage boy smell that was even more delicious this time. He pulled the boy’s cheeks apart slightly and got his tongue in, rimming Josh’s crack and occasionally plunging his tongue as far into his anus as possible. izmit sınırsız escort He could feel the boy jacking off while he continued to lick him out so he gently pulled back, not wanting him to cum too early. He moved onto Jacob, who already had his hands on his cheeks, pulling them apart to show off his 16-year-old asshole. Luke licked his lips then spat into his hand and rubbed his saliva onto the boy’s waiting anus. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and lubricated them up with spit, then plunged both deep into Jacob’s ass. The boy cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. Luke wasn’t sure whether to continue but Jacob was trying to pull his hole open wider and wider. He clearly wanted another finger. Luke removed the first two fingers and sucked them again, enjoying the taste of Jacob’s ass on his fingers. He stuck a third finger into his mouth and then shoved all three inside of Jacob, and when it became clear that the boy couldn’t get enough he added his little finger as well. He began to move them back and forth, giving Jacob his first finger fuck. The boy let go of his butt cheeks and began to wank furiously so Luke withdrew gently again, not wanting Jacob to cum to early either. Then he moved onto his favourite, Joel. Again he spit on his hand and lubed up the 15-year-old’s waiting anus, but this time there was no question as to what he was going to do. Josh and Jacob – still stood bent over – watched in awe as Luke began to slowly push his fat nine-inch cock into Joel. The boy’s hole was wet and warm, though looser than he’d been expecting. “You’ve been fucked before, haven’t you Josh?” he asked. “Yes Mr Bateman. My cousin fucks me every time he comes over, though he’s not as big as you,” Joel replied. “It’s one of my favourite things in the world. Fuck me hard, sir. Fuck me hard!” Luke didn’t need telling twice. He had slowly inserted the first half of his cock and now thrust the rest in hard, causing Joel to gasp. He then began to pump the boy’s ass hard and rhythmically, and Joel moaned and groaned in pure pleasure. Luke looked over at the other two boys and winked, then watched as Josh stood up straight, moved over to wear Jacob was still bent over and thrust his own cock inside the boy. Jacob was caught by surprise but a cheeky smile spread across his face. Josh got into the same rhythm as Luke and the two tops fucked their bottoms for what seemed like an eternity. “Let’s fuck them on the floor now,” Josh said, sweat rolling down his forehead but the same grin on his face. He was clearly enjoying this. Luke nodded and watched as Josh pushed Jacob to his knees then down to the floor, then flipped him so we was lying on his back in one smooth movement. He’d clearly done this before. Luke watched as Josh lifted Jacob’s legs up, held onto them and slid his cock easily inside him. Luke followed suit and was soon on his knees pounding at Joel’s arse from a new angle that allowed him to push deeper into the warm, wet hole. He pounded and pounded and pounded, his balls slapping against Joel’s butt over and over again until he was on the verge of an orgasm. He pulled out and started to jerk his dick, and within seconds ropes and ropes of creamy cum flew out across Joel’s body. The sight of his teacher cumming pushed Joel over the edge too and he grabbed his balls, squeezed them tight and shot a nice thick load all over himself. Josh removed himself from Jacob, quickly stepped over and added his load to the collection, dumping five huge cumshots on Joel’s chest. Finally, Jacob knelt up and moved over to Joel on his knees. He put his legs either side of Joel’s head and perched on his face so that Joel could taste his freshly-fucked ass. After a couple of minutes of rimming and furious masturbation he came, adding more semen to the substantial collection on Joel’s chest and torso. There was so much cum all over Joel that he shone in the lights of the changing room. “He needs a shower, I think,” said Josh. “Not yet,” said Luke, who ran over to his bag and removed the cum bottle he carried around with him. He quickly began scooping up the cum from the four men and let it dribble into the bottle. Josh and Jacob soon got the idea and helped their teacher out. The bottle was well over halfway full now and Luke let all the lads have a sniff. “It smells good,” said Jacob. “When can we taste it, sir?” asked Joel. “When the bottle’s full,” replied Luke. “I’ll invite you round for a tasting session.” The boys smiled, licked the remaining cum off their fingers and headed towards the showers, just as they heard the final whistle blow outside. *** The rest of the team returned to the changing room looking deflated. The Spanish boys had beaten them nine-nil. “Where’s Joe?” Liam asked Paul. “The Spanish PE teacher invited him and Liam over to see how he keeps his team in such good shape,” replied Paul. “Were Joel, Jacob and Josh all right for you?” “Good as gold,” said Luke. Luke’s gaze then drifted to Flynn, who was heading towards the toilet cubicles in the next room. The boy turned his head and winked at his teacher, clearly wanting him to follow, and then disappeared into the toilets. Luke followed quickly and found Flynn in the end cubicle, shorts round his ankles and bent over. Luke closed the door behind him – he knew what the boy wanted. He dropped his own shorts, bent over slightly and gently removed the butt plug. It was warm and wet so required no lubrication before Luke slid it into Flynn’s ass and patted the boy on the cheeks. Flynn stood up, pulled his shorts up and turned around to face Luke. “Thanks Mr Bateman,” he said. “You’re welcome, Flynn,” responded Luke, and the pair shared a deep kiss before returning to the rest of the sweaty teenagers in the changing room. *—* *Support Nifty by donating today!* *In Chapter 8 we’ll get to find out exactly what happens when Joe and Liam go to visit the Spanish team’s locker room…*

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Subject: The Boston Tea Party Chapter 13 This is a work of fiction. All characters herein are also fictitious so, if you think you can identify a character because of some similarity, you are in error. Some characters have been borrowed, with his kind permission, from Jacob Lion’s story “A Neglected Boy”. There may be some references to sexual practices in the text but it will be of a gentle and loving nature and not remotely pornographic. If you are looking for pornography, look elsewhere. Some of the characters are minors so , if it is not legal for you to read this story, please don’t. Otherwise, I hope you will enjoy it. If you wish to send feedback, you can contact me at lfa4321jonah@outlook . There are pictures of some of the characters in this story on Jacob Lion’s website. bly/ Please remember that Nifty is kind enough to publish these stories for our enjoyment, but the only income is donations. We need to keep this site going so please consider donating to Nifty fty/donate.html The Boston Tea-Party Chapter 13 by Jonah Kori and I took our time going to sleep. There were other things to do. When we finally did drift off, wrapped around each other, we stayed drifted off. Daylight finally woke me and Kori was moving about. At least he had moved. He was at the other end of the bed and was gently massaging my feet. I siezed the two lovely feet that lay at my end. For me, nobody had feet like Kori had. I might have been a little biased in his favour, but I was happy to kiss those feet and to gently caress them. That was all I got to do because guess-who came in from next-door totally in the nude. Liam, don’t you ever wear anything?” I asked. “I’m just going to shower”, he said. “Jake says you’d better too. C’m on!” Well we all headed for the shower and how come I drew the short straw again? Can’t somebody else wash Ning? No, I didn’t ask that. I didn’t really mind because, however impossible Ning was, he was fun. It was better this morning because I was in a better mood. Of course there was no less wastage of strawberry shampoo, or of water. People were sliding about on the floor in it. What the heck? izmit escort bayan Ning is a child and what else is childhood for? Breakfast in the hotel restaurant meant a chance to say goodbye to Kevin and his boys. Oddly enough I felt sad to say goodbye to Cody. I felt I had been a little hard on the boy, but when I said that to him he disagreed. “Nah! It’s only what I deserved”, he told me. “Lots of people tell me so but I guess I don’t learn”. I gave him a hug and told him I hoped I’d see him again some day. He gave me a quick kiss which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Soon the goodbyes were said, and we had packed and checked out. This time our journey on the I-84 would take us across two state lines, into New York and then into Pennsylvania at Tri-State Park. The pleasant road to the I-84 took us alongside the broad Housatonic River. Pleasant little villages catering for campers and fishermen abounded. We happilly chattered in the back of the minibus and the time went quickly. At Newtown we joined the I-84, which was yet another tree-lined motorway. When we got to the sign marking the state line of New York, Pete said that it was not how he had visualised New York. Jake laughed and I had to explain to my brother that we were in the state of New York and not the city. Like so much of America, it was trees as far as the eye could see. Occasionally the Interstate had been cut into the top of a hill, so the trees would be stood on top of a high rock face, but still – pretty much trees. Suddenly the scene opened up and there were mountains ahead. It was as if we were on top of the world and this beautiful vista opened up before us. Soon we were through those hills and on the double viaduct that crosses the mighty Hudson River. To the North were more hills and to the South the tree-lined banks were pock-marked with the signs of human habitation. Soon after the turn-off for New York Stewart Airport Jake turned us off the Interstate for a comfort break at MacDonalds and a fuel stop for the minibus. Then it was back onto the I-94 and heading for the Pennsylvania state-line. We crossed the state line as we crossed the Delaware izmit eve gelen escort River. From that point it was just an hour to Scranton. To be honest I had never believed Scranton was a real place. I had always believed it was a name made up for the song “The Rhythm of Life” so as to rhyme with Canton. It was real all right. We first reached the buildings in Steamtown and Pete and Liam immediately decided it was their kind of town. Many buildings would have been at home in the 1920s and those that wouldn’t bore names like “Iron Horse”, “The Railroad”, or “The Station”. The people of Steamtown , Scranton certainly took their railroads seriously. At the end of the line of shops we took a left and ducked under an iron railroad bridge to come out alongside a line of locomotives comprising a sparkling 4-8-4, a twin unit diesel and a diminutive saddle tank. But off to the left, Liam had already spotted the Loco he wanted to see, and so, for that matter, had I. Union Pacific No. 4012, a huge, majestic “Big Boy” exactly like Liam’s model, stood there in all her glory. All right her paintwork didn’t sparkle like the 4-8-4’s but, when a locomotive is that big, it can’t help but be impressive. Jake parked in the car-park and we all piled out. We found that there were 28 locomotives around the site and in the sheds, including a sectioned one, like the Merchant Navy at York. After lunching we filed around the various exhibits but Liam and I inevitably drifted back to the Big Boy. A middle aged man was painting red oxide onto the rear engine steam pipe on the side away from the roadway so I walked round and asked him about the drive for the front engine motion. “She’s got a steam reverser,” he said, and showed me the small steam piston that lifted the valve drive just behind the top of the radius rod. Liam said that he had a model of a Big Boy, and the friendly man was interested to hear all about it. We exchanged addresses so that Liam could send the man (his name was Abe Jones) a photo of his model, and then Abe offered to let us have a look in the cab. “I shouldn’t really because it’s not open to visitors, izmit otele gelen escort and it’s very dirty up there, but if you’re careful, I reckon it’ll be alright”. Well we were careful. In fact we were fascinated. Abe had to unlock the perspex cover from the steps so that we could get up, and it was a long way up, but it was worth it. We had to leave about 4pm so as to get back on the road for Ashfield but we all felt we had had an exciting day. At dusk we watched the sun set behind us and gradually seven little boys drifted off to sleep (all right some of us weren’t so little but, I have to say, that didn’t keep us awake). I was awakened by Kori kissing me. “Nearly there sleepy-head”, he said. “Sleepy Head?” I said. “As I recall, you were asleep before I was” “Yeah, and awake before you were too,” he said critically. “I couldn’t sleep once you started snoring”. “Doesn’t seem to have bothered you for the last few days” I commented. “That was because I had better things to do than sleep”, he replied. We were back in Ashfield just before nine o’clock and Jake suggested Kori cook something light for supper while he checked the horses. That seemed to suit everybody. We settled in the TV room to eat our supper and watch part of a National Geographic programme that Liam wanted to watch. He didn’t watch much of it. Before long Liam and Kori had dozed off either side of Jake, Sammy was lying with his head in my lap, Pete and Luke in Jonah’s lap and Ning lay face down on the floor with his feet in my lap. Jake had dozed off too, not surprisingly after all that driving, and Jonah and I just let it happen. Around half past ten Jonah decided to stir people to get them to bed. Jake revived, told everybody it was bed time, and staggered to his room. It must have been the first time in his life Jake had gone to bed without a shower first, and I suspected he’d be up early to put that right. Not wishing to disturb him, everybody except Jonah piled into the boys’ room and were asleep in no time. TO BE CONTINUED If you have enjoyed this story you will probably enjoy previous stories by the same author on Nifty’s Gay Adult/Youth Archive. Letter from America, Stranger on a Train, Marooned, also The Pen-Pals, on the Gay Young Friends site. For a much longer story by a different author, I would recommend A Neglected Boy, by Jacob Lion. I’d like to thank Jacob for his help in writing this. I couldn’t have done it on my own.

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Subject: My Sons and Their Friends – Chapter 3 This work is copyrighted by the author, J. Carrington and commercial use is prohibited without permission in writing from the author. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they are complete and include the copyright notice. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author’s permission is a violation of that copyright. This is a story of a man’s relationship with his sons, their friends and a variety of other characters. The writing is very detailed and is a written representation of what the author saw as he was writing the story. The series of chapters are completely fictional and are the result of the author’s fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between young adult males and older adult males. It depicts both unprotected sex and protected sex. 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Chapter 3 – My Sons and Their Friends – The Freshman Year Monday morning was coming through the windows, and I was not in the mood to deal with a Monday because, I had not had a good night’s rest. My mind had been on Myles, making sure that I had addressed and listed all legal issues; reflecting back on my argument with Mom, her phone call with words of encouragement for Myles; and the phone call from Phil’s brother, Brandon. I rarely woke up in a bad mood, but today was one of those rare days. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Phil joined me, and I barely said two words to him. I finally glanced over at him, and he wasn’t his jolly self either. We finished in the bathroom and dressed for the day. I fixed a simple breakfast for the three of us and then, Jay and Rob arrived. They were unusually quiet in the house and especially on the way to school. We arrived at school. The boys bailed out and headed to their area, while I checked things out in the office. There were a couple of teachers who wanted to talk, but I was not in a Chatty-Kathy mood, so I answered or responded to their statements without elaboration and headed to my classroom. I laid out my class materials for the day and walked to the classroom door to greet the students when the bell sounded. I could feel myself grimace as they entered the room. This was definitely not me, as I love my students. I walked back to my desk, bowed my head, and prayed a silent prayer for guidance, peace and a positive direction. I walked back to my podium, and began to pass out several handouts. Somewhere in the midst of passing out the papers; it was like my second wind arrived, and I felt a surge of energy hit me. I fell into my planned lesson and dialogued with my students, even joking around with several who were off task, or who totally misunderstood my question. The day slowly moved forward, but at least it was moving. Lunch time arrived, and I decided to pick up a piece of fruit from the lunchroom and return to my classroom. After getting an apple, I sat at my desk and made phone calls to my lawyer and banker. I had to leave a message for the banker, but I was lucky and was able to talk to the lawyer, but then, he is one of my friends and I had his private number. I brought him up to date on recent events and told him what I wanted to accomplish first and then, we set up a meeting for Michelle, Myles, Ryan and me to meet with him at a later date. He said that he would start on a few of the items that afternoon and that he would keep me informed as to how they were progressing after filings. I hung up with him, and it was time for class. I resumed my morning routine with my afternoon class, and finally, it was the end of the day. The boys arrived, and they were definitely themselves; arguing and complaining about homework and school, in general. I listened to them as I packed my materials to take home. We left the classroom and were soon on our way home. As we were pulling into the driveway, Ryan asked if they could delay working on their homework and spend some time in the pool. I thought that was a reasonable request, and said “I think so.” They piled out of the car, and walked into the house. They put their materials on the table and called their moms to tell them that they were at my house and were going to swim in the pool before starting their homework. From the conversation that I heard from Jay’s end, I can only assume that Meredith was giving him some type of warning about taking school serious. He finally hung up and rolled his eyes. The boys walked into the family room and began stripping. I was a little surprised as they had not done any skinny dipping since returning from the farm. They tossed their clothes in a pile on the love seat and headed to the pool. They jumped in and things sounded normal except, one voice was missing. I began to plan the evening meal and decided on beef stew. I started by peeling onions, carrots and several small red potatoes. I placed the vegetables in a bowl of water and put them in the refrigerator until I was ready to use them. I pulled the stew beef out of the freezer and placed it in the sink to thaw. I wandered into the family room, sat on the sofa and relaxed for a while as I really began to think about sleep. I was just about to nod off when there was a disturbance out by the pool. I jumped up and made it to the glass doors just in time to see Ryan grab Jay by the nuts and walk him back to the wall. I have seen Ryan upset, but never mad and let me tell you he was beyond mad. Evidently he applied a little pressure to those orbs as Jay was pleading. Ryan did not cut him any slack. He said “Look me in the eye, no!, the eye” and he squeezed the balls, Jay made eye contact and then, Ryan said “I am going to say this one time, and one time only. It would be good for you to listen as I have no qualms about taking these off of you right this minute.” I listened as I had never heard them have a disagreement of this magnitude. Ryan continued “If you ever make a comment about Myles again, I promise you that you will have my fist down your throat and my knee in your balls.” I walked out onto the pool deck to see Ryan squeeze and yank Jay’s balls. “Do you understand me?” Jay was in pain and at that point he would probably have agreed to anything. Ryan released his balls and said “I will hold you to that, and don’t think I won’t keep my word. You were talking about my brother, and he is off limits to you and your sarcastic mouth.” I looked over at Rob who had crawled out of the pool and was standing on the other side. He looked at me and held his hands up as if to say ‘I’m not involved in this.’ Jay reached down and began to rub his balls while backing away from Ryan. He was about ten feet away from Ryan before he said anything. He said “Ryan, you didn’t have to be so damn rough with me, my balls hurt because of what you did. There will come a day when I pay you back.” Ryan was still boiling. He walked right up to Jay almost nose to nose and said “Any day that you want to bring it on, bring it on, but the next time I will be holding your dangling balls in my hand.” I think at the point Jay got the message that Ryan was now in charge. I could not believe how Ryan who normally was rather quiet, but devilish could morph into such a dominant personality, but he did. I stepped back into the house, and they entered the family room. Jay wasted no time getting dressed. Rob and Ryan dressed and then, Rob said “I think I am going home. I will do my homework there by myself.” Rob left. Ryan looked over at Jay and said “I guess you are going home too?” Jay looked over at me and back to Ryan. He said “You might think I am afraid of you, but I am not. I am going to stay here and do my homework,” and with that he walked into the dining room and began to lay his work out. Ryan looked over at me, shook his head and joined Jay in the dining room. Things were quiet for a while and then, I heard Jay ask Ryan a question. Ryan answered him honestly and as helpful as he always had. They began to talk about their homework and it seemed that everything returned to normal except Rob had gone home. I placed the thawed stew beef in my pressure cooker and started cooking it under fifteen pounds of pressure. After it had cooked, I cooled it down and took the pressure counterweight off. I opened the lid, looked at the meat, and poked it with my cooking fork. It was tender. I added salt and pepper, stirred the pot, and added the vegetables. I placed the lid back on the pot, started it cooking and when it was time; I placed the pressure counterweight on it. I cooked that for a while, and while it was cooking, I mixed up a batch of corn muffins and placed them in the oven. I walked over to the refrigerator and while standing there, I heard Jay say “Ryan, you really hurt my balls awhile ago. You didn’t have to be that mean.” Ryan responded “Jay, I am not going to stand by and listen to you make comments about Myles. I said what I said, and I meant what I said. You better never say anything about Myles ever again, or I will keep my word.” There was no more conversation. They finished their homework, Jay packed up and left. Ryan packed his stuff up and walked into the kitchen. He said “I know you heard our fight.” I said “Yes, I did. Do you want to talk about it?” He said “Not really, because if I do I will get mad again, and I am ready to calm down, enjoy supper, watch some TV, and go to bed.” Phil walked into the house and looked at both of us. He said “Where are the other two munchkins?” Ryan said “They have gone home, and it is a good thing because Jay and I almost came to blows.” Phil looked at me and I mouthed “Later.” Phil excused himself and headed to the shower. Ryan asked what was I cooking? I told him, and he took the bowls out of the cabinet and the spoons out of the drawer while I cooled the pressure cooker, opened it and placed the beef stew in a bowl. He placed the bowls on the counter along with the salt and pepper shakers. We waited until Phil returned before doing anything else. The muffins were ready, so I took them out of the oven while Ryan filled the glasses with ice and tea. We sat down and had a very quiet dinner. Ohhhhh, there was talking, but it was low key and mostly related to Phil’s work at the development. After we had eaten, I took over, did the clean-up, and strongly encouraged Ryan to go to the family room to watch TV. Phil joined him, and I busied myself in the kitchen. I finished cleaning in a few minutes, as there was not really much to do. I joined them in the family room. I sat down by Ryan, pulled him to me, kissed him on the top of the head and said “I am so proud of you for standing up for Myles. I don’t want you to become a bully, but you have the right to demand respect for yourself and your brother.” He turned, looked at me and said “Dad, I don’t think I have ever been that mad, it was like a power surge came over me. I realize, I could have really hurt Jay, but I think he got the message.” I said “Well anytime anyone has you by the balls, you have a tendency to give them you undivided attention.” Phil was sitting in the loveseat, but he was listening to our conversation. We finished our little chat and Phil said “Ryan, I got a phone call last night from Brandon. He will be coming in Wednesday night and I thought it would be a good idea to go out to dinner. What is your suggestion for a place to go?” Ryan thought for a few minutes, and said “I think we should go to Longhorns, I think I remember one down around your mom’s house when we went down there. They have some really good steaks.” Phil thought about it, and said “I agree.” I was thankful that they did not expect me to cook Wednesday night, not that I wouldn’t, but I had other things that needed my attention. We watched a comedy on one of the channels, and when it was over, I told everyone good night and headed to the bedroom. I took a hot and relaxing shower, put on a pair of boxer briefs, and got in bed. Phil joined me in about thirty minutes. I had not fallen asleep yet, but I was really relaxed. He said “Doug, what happened between Ryan and Jay?” I replied “All I know is that everything was running normally while they were in the pool, and all of a sudden there was a major disagreement. I walked to the doors and saw Ryan holding Jay by the nuts and getting in his face about some comment that he had made about Myles. I have never seen Ryan that angry, but I really do believe that he could have ripped Jay’s balls off this afternoon, and I really think Jay thought so, too.” Phil said “Jay runs his mouth without thinking,” and I said “And it has cost him in the past, but hopefully Ryan got his attention this afternoon.” As we lay there, I asked him if he had any idea as to what Brandon’s trip concerned. He said “I have thought and thought about it, I reflected back on my calls with Mom and nothing comes to mind. I hope he just wants to come see us, but my gut tells me that there is more to it.” I turned on my side and said “There is nothing that we can do about it tonight, so let’s try for a better night of sleep.” Phil chuckled and said “I heard that!” Tuesday and Wednesday mornings were not easy mornings because, neither Phil nor I, have had a good night’s rest. There is something in the back of our minds that will not let us totally relax. I figure Phil’s has to do with Brandon’s upcoming visit, and mine seems to center on Myles. I have contacted the lawyer, and he is working on what needs to be done, but something just keeps nagging me behind a opaque section of my brain. I can tell you that neither one of us had time to lay there and think through these issues as we had to get up, get dressed and go our separate ways. We had cereal both morning before the boys arrived. Everything seemed normal with them, but Jay was unusually low- key. Now as you can expect, that can be good and that can be bad. My money was on bad. We arrived at school each morning, and I did my usual visit to the office while they headed to their waiting area. The school secretary asked me if she could see me later that day, and I told her that we could talk during my planning period. She said that she would come to my classroom as there was very little privacy in the main office. I left and a couple of my department members walked with me to our section of the school. As we walked, they talked about some of the students that they had this year. It seems that a vast majority of the students are not prepared for the higher sciences. We decided to call a department meeting on the following Wednesday which would give everyone time to plan for the meeting and discuss the issue that they had described. I suggested that we explore the issue ourselves first, and then, ask for a district person to come and meet with us. They thought that was a good idea. Since we had reached a plan of action, they went to their rooms while, I went to mine. The bell sounded and the students began to fill the classrooms. I greeted my students as they entered the classroom. They seemed to be in an abnormally good mood for a Wednesday, so I asked why. They explained that the first football pep rally would be held on Friday morning, and the game that night. This was a big deal with these students as the football program had been suspended last year for inappropriate actions by the players and coaches. I have to admit, I was ready for some football action, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to attend because Brandon was coming into town and we would be entertaining him, until he left. It hit me then and there, I had not checked out the guest room. I had to get home this afternoon and make sure that everything was ready for him to use the room. I called Phil, but remembered that he was in a meeting with several of the bankers regarding the development so, I hung up. I just wrote myself a big note and placed it where I could see it reminding me to go straight home and check things out. The classes ran smoothly as there were some questions, explanations and a demonstration, because we were preparing for a test on Friday. I had a quick lunch and returned to my classroom. I checked on Myles, and then, I called the front office to make sure that I could get the textbooks that I needed to work with him. Mrs. Whittaker, the school’s secretary joined me near the end of my planning period. She told me that she needed to complete some paperwork so that I could be paid for my Home Bound services. We completed the paperwork, and she asked about the student who would be receiving these services. I explained that he was a neighborhood boy who was very near and dear to me. I said “Well Mrs. Whittaker, the truth will come out soon, he is my son, and there is a lot to the story, but he is mine and I just found out last week. I am over the moon because of that information. I want every reason to be with him. He has always been a part of my household and now, it is official. She asked if I was going to adopt him. I told her that I had left those issues up to the lawyer, but he definitely would be having a name change as it means so much to him. She smiled and said “Mr. Brunson, I would say that you are one lucky man. Myles, you say?, well he is a lucky young man, and I am so happy for all of you. I will be available to help in any way; you just let me know.” I thanked her; she left and headed back to the office. Lunch was over, and the students began to enter the room for my last class of the day. As the students were getting their materials ready for class, they began to talk about the upcoming football game. I listened and commented wherer and when appropriate, but I guided the conversation back to the lesson of the day with a reminder that I could talk about anything they wanted to talk about, but that would not prepare them for Friday’s test. They groaned and moaned, ataköy escort but understood what I had said. The last bell of the day rang and the halls were full of students hurrying for the parking lot, the loading areas, or the school buses. I stepped back into the classroom and began to tidy up the areas and pack my stuff to go home. The boys walked in and caught me in my cleaning mode. Ryan said “Well, I can see that you are in a slight panic, did you forget to do something at the house?” I turned and looked at him “Yes, I did, and since you are so adept at figuring that out, figure what you are going to be doing when we get home.” He smiled and said “Whatever my Dad tells me to.” Jay asked “So who is coming?” Ryan said “Brandon, Phil’s brother is coming for a few days.” Rob and Jay said “Awesome! We really liked him when we went down for their father’s funeral.” I said “Boys, I am not sure what he has to accomplish while he is here, but he and Phil evidently have some business to attend to, so he may or may not be available for fun things.” Rob said “I hope that he can do some stuff with us, he was real friendly and nice.” I finished what I was doing, and we left the school. We arrived at the house; everybody grabbed their stuff, and carried it inside. I dropped my stuff in my office, while the boys dropped theirs in the dining room. I walked over to the guest bedroom, and it was spotless. Ryan walked in behind me, and said “Wow! Who did this?” I just stood there because it definitely was not the way I would have fixed it, but it was unique and clean. Phil walked in shortly thereafter, and asked if I had checked the guest room. I told him that I had and asked him, “How did you manage to do it?’ He said that he saw where I had tried to call him on his phone, and that he began to think ‘Why would I be calling him?’ and remembered that I had not been on a tear about getting the guest room ready, so he figured that he would come by and check on it. He found that it needed some tidying up, so he did some cleaning and added a few things that Brandon would appreciate. I told him that from now on he was in charge of the guest room. He politely declined, and we all laughed. Jay wanted to know if he had heard from Brandon, and Phil said that he had. He said “I think he should be ringing the doorbell right about now,” and sure enough, the doorbell sounded. We walked to the door, and let Phil open it. There stood Brandon. We stepped back and allowed him to enter. He had no sooner crossed the threshold than the questions began to fly “How long will you be here?” “Are you up to do so fun things?” “Can we talk?” “Why are you carrying a hanging bag? Where is your luggage?” “Are you hungry?” “Are you ready to go to your room?” Honestly, I felt for him, but he seemed to handle it with no problems. After all, he is the father of three young sons. Phil said “Okay guys, let him go put his stuff down, and then, we can gather in the family room. Phil led him down the hall and opened the guest room door. He placed his hanging bag in the room and joined us in the family room. Phil said “The first bit of business has to be – what do you want to eat?” Brandon looked around the room, and said “When in Rome, you do as the Romans do.” I snickered, and Phil shot me a look. Ryan said “See Dad, he is just like Phil, no help when it comes to decision making.” Phil said “Hold on there, I can make a decision.” Ryan said “Yeah, if you decide where we are eating, we all know it will be Mexican, and then, we will suffer afterwards.” I started to say something to Ryan, but Brandon spoke up “So things haven’t changed huh, brother boy?” Ryan got a good laugh off of that one, but Phil was slightly embarrassed. He looked over at Brandon and said “That’s one, and I will keep count, but remember this door swings both ways. You get too mouthy, and I have stories to share too.” Jay snickered and said “A brother war, I love those!” I spoke up, and said “We truly need to decide on where we are going to eat tonight.” Rob and Jay looked at Brandon, and said “We have to go home, but we will see you before you go back home.” They grabbed their stuff and headed to their homes. Brandon looked around the room and asked “Where’s the fourth?” I said “I will be brief right now, but will go into more detail later. Myles has been diagnosed with Ewings’ Sarcoma, and his mom has him staying at home since he started chemotherapy.” Brandon shook his head, and said “I hate cancer, because it does so much damage to the individual and to their family.” Phil said “Brandon, let’s try to dwell on the positive.” Brandon seemed to get Phil’s message and nothing more was said. We stood and Phil looked at me “You are driving, and you make the decision.” We walked outside and were soon on our way. I decided to honor last night’s discussion and headed to Longhorns. I parked, and we entered. We requested a booth for four and were seated within fifteen minutes. Ryan and I sat together while Phil and Brandon sat across from us. It was interesting to see these two brothers interact. I had watched some of it when I went to Phil’s Mom and Dad’s earlier in the year, but times were stressful, and it was not a pleasure trip. At this time, we really did not know the reason for Brandon’s visit, so we were still being very cautious with our questions and comments. Finally, Brandon said “Guys, I know you are wondering why am I here? I can feel it in what you are saying and more importantly, in what you are not saying. I just have some family business to discuss with Phil. It is not earth shattering, but it is vital to the family. I could tell that Phil was somewhat relieved, but knowing Phil, I knew that he would not be totally relieved until Brandon put everything in front of him. We placed our drink orders, and ordered an order of Texas Tonions, and stuffed mushrooms as appetizers. Our waiter brought our drinks, and we placed our meal orders. Ryan ordered a rib-eye while the rest of us ordered a fire-grilled T-bone. Our sides were baked potatoes and a house salad. The appetizers arrived, and we began to munch on them. I didn’t eat much as I really wanted to enjoy my t-bone. Our salads were brought to our table along with a loaf of freshly cooked bread. Soon, our entrees were served and we began to eat. We talked about a number of things, but we really focused on asking Brandon about his family, his sister and his Mom. He gave detailed reports on each, and as he did, Phil began to relax and actually had a smile on his face. We finished our meal and headed home. I decided to stop at Michelle’s because I wanted Brandon to see Myles. Brandon and I walked to the door, rang the doorbell and Myles answered the door. He looked at me, and then, he focused on Brandon. He said “Aren’t you Phil’s brother?” Brandon said “Absolutely, but I am the better looking one!” Myles said “I’m gonna have to remember that one to use on my brother.” He opened the door wider as we entered the house. I motioned back to Phil and he took over the driving and took Ryan home. I introduced Brandon to Michelle, and we sat around talking. Brandon asked a number of questions about Myles’ cancer and his treatments. Michelle began to answer in easy terms, but Brandon began to ask more detailed questions, so she looked at me, and I said “Brandon and Phil’s Dad had cancer and they had a lot of meetings with the medical staff at Moffitt in Tampa. He is probably up on the treatments, terminology, and side effects.” Michelle began to talk to Brandon about some of the side effects that were possible with the chemotherapy that had been prescribed for Myles. As they talked, I could tell that Myles was getting fidgety, so I turned to him and began a private conversation. That lasted until Myles grabbed my hand and said “Let’s go to my room.” We entered his room, and he closed the door. He sat on his bed, looked at me and said “Dad, you’ve gotta get me out of here. I am about to go stark raving mad. All is see is the same four walls, the same TV programs, read the same books, and lay in this bed or on the sofa in the living room. I want to go to your house and spend the night with Ryan. I am missing you guys so much, and now with Brandon here, I am really feeling left out.” I could tell that he was really having a hard time being isolated. I said “I will talk to your Mom about you coming to the house on Friday night. Will that work for you?” He said “That will be okay, but I want to be there as much as possible. I was thinking, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.” I thought to myself that Michelle would probably not want him there that long, but we would see how it played out, so I promised him that we would talk with her privately as we did not want to put her on the spot in front of a guest. He understood. He hugged me. We stood and returned to the living room. As we entered, Brandon was saying that we probably needed to go on home as he wanted to talk to Phil some tonight, and that he was sure that I had school work to do. I agreed, and told Michelle that we needed to talk about a few things. She looked at Myles and said “Have you been begging and negotiating?” He blushed, and she said “I thought so.” I spoke up and said “I think I will walk Brandon to the house and come back down for a chat.” Myles beamed and Michelle said “That would be great. I think we have several things to discuss.” Brandon said his goodbyes, and I promised to return shortly. Brandon and I began walking down to my house. He stopped and said “Doug, this may seem like a strange question, but why are you so involved with Myles?” I said “Remember earlier when I told you about his cancer and said there was more to the story? Well there is, Myles is my son.” Brandon stopped and asked “You were cheating on your wife?” I laughed and said “No, it is more involved than that.” I began to tell him about the need for a back-up plan for the bone marrow if warranted, the blood tests, and the fact that there was not another blood relative except Michelle. I said “As the doctors discussed the need to explore donor banks, Michelle broke down and told us that she had used the services of a sperm donor bank in Atlanta. All she knew about the donor was the ID that she had been given. She said the number, and I thought it sounded familiar. I did some deep thinking and realized it was my ID number. I think I yelled BINGO! or something like that. I was so happy, because I had wanted more children, but Allison didn’t right after Ryan was born, and the divorce sealed that deal. Michelle and the doctors were shocked to say the least. I had to undergo a DNA test just to be sure, and it confirmed that I am his biological Dad. I will be the donor in the event that Myles needs bone marrow.” Brandon stopped and looked at me. He asked “Doug, do you realize what odds you guys have dealt with?” I said “Brandon, I think about it constantly. I cannot believe that he has lived down the street from me, played with Ryan, spent nights at my house, traveled with me and Ryan, and now he is proven to be my son.” We resumed walking with Brandon saying “The odds are incredible, I would give anything to be able to beat odds like that on the lottery.” We laughed, and I agreed. We stopped at his Tahoe, and he opened the back. He reached in and grabbed a letter sized plastic tote, handed it to me, and then, he grabbed another one. He locked his vehicle, and we walked into the house. Phil met us in the entranceway and took the tote that I was holding, from me, and walked with Brandon to the guest bedroom. I walked in Ryan’s bedroom and told him that I was going back to talk to Michelle about Myles spending some time with us, and he said “Thank God, I have missed him so much. Tell her that I am pleading for him to come spend the night!” I drove back to Michelle’s, got out, walked to the front door, did a knock, opened the door and entered. Michelle and Myles were sitting in the living room on the sofa. I walked around and sat down in the arm chair. Michelle looked at me and said “I have an idea as to what this meeting is about, so let me cut through the thick of it and say ‘YES’, Myles can go visit at your house.” Myles looked at me with that pleading look of his. I said “Well that is part of it, but we were thinking Thursday night through Saturday night.” She then inquired “So what does he do Friday while everyone is either at work or school?” I said “I think that Brandon will be there, so he can spend time with Myles, and we are just a phone call away.” Michelle sat quietly for a few minutes, and said “Check with Brandon first.” I texted Phil and had him ask Brandon. The answer was fast and stated that he would definitely do it. I told Michelle, and she said “Well, I know how Myles feels because I am having the same feelings. I may just take time, travel to Savannah, and visit some old friends while he is enjoying time at your house.” Myles and I said almost in unison “Sounds like a plan!” Michelle said that she would drop him off after I got home Thursday afternoon and then, she would begin her trip. She said that she would have all of his stuff packed with instructions. After some more discussion about things in general, I got up hugged both of them and drove home. I entered the house, and Ryan started questioning me. I told him that Myles would spend Thursday through Saturday nights with us. He was excited and began to think of things for them to do. I had to remind him that we had to be careful, because we could not just take Myles to places where there were crowds of people who might have some illness that he could contract. He slowed down and said “I will wait until he gets here, and then, we will make plans and run them by you.” He thanked me for making the visit possible, hugged me, and headed to his room. I walked to my bedroom, but Phil was not there. I took a quick shower, put on some boxers, and got in bed. I dropped off to sleep and later, I felt the bed move. I woke up to find that Phil had joined me in bed. I said “Are things okay?” He said “I’ll know more tomorrow. He is going to go to work with me. I will bring him home after lunch. This will give us some time to do some talking, and then, we will talk some more, tomorrow night. I think asking him to keep Myles Friday was a good idea because he is missing his boys.” Phil stretched out, rolled over, spooned me from the back, and pulled me close to him. His patterned breathing and brief puffs on my neck soon had me asleep. We had a more restful night, because Brandon had finally arrived, and it seemed that there was no drama tied to his visit. In the morning, Phil raced me to the bathroom and jumped in the shower, while I shaved, we then, traded places. We dressed, walked out of the bedroom, and I started breakfast. I began to mix and cook pancakes while Phil walked down to wake Brandon and rap on Ryan’s door. He returned and reported that both of the guys were up and would join us soon. Brandon and Ryan came into the kitchen, grabbed a plate and loaded it up with pancakes. They passed the syrup bottle around and Phil said “Brandon, you may need to make more visits, as we never get pancakes during the week.” Ryan chuckled, but said “Phil, you better tread easy here, because you didn’t see the look that you just got from Dad.” Phil said “Ohhhhhh, I got a look huh, well two can play that game,” and he gave me a stare, but couldn’t hold it as he started laughing. Brandon asked Ryan “Are they always like this, or is there something in the air this morning?” Ryan said “Most of the time. I have learned to go with the flow or just ignore them.” The front door opened and Rob and Jay entered with their book-bags. We finished breakfast, rinsed our plates, placed them in the dishwasher, grabbed our things and headed off to school while Phil and Brandon loaded up and headed to the development. I had a great day with my students as we reviewed for Friday’s test. I used a PowerPoint presentation / game that I had developed last year with some modifications. The students in all of my classes enjoyed it, and I could tell that it really was helping them retain the information from the week’s lessons. The day ended rather fast. The boys arrived after school; we walked out of the classroom, got in the Denali and headed home. I raised the garage door and parked in the garage. The boys grabbed their stuff and headed to the dining room table. Jay tried to get them to hit the pool first, but Rob and Ryan held their ground because they had tests in three subjects on Friday, and they wanted to make a great impression on the teacher, plus earn a good grade. Jay gave up, and soon, they were reviewing the information for Friday’s tests. There was some arguing about some of the answers, and the challenge was then, to the one objecting, that he had to prove his claim in the material that they had read or written in their notes. It was evident to me that they had taken comprehensive notes and knew where the information was found in their texts. As they studied, I began to cook supper. I decided to make a large casserole of macaroni, onions, tomatoes, fried cube steak, gravy, and cheese. This is a layered casserole and is one that my grandmother used to make when I would visit her on holidays. It takes time as the onions have to be finely chopped, the cube steak fried, cheese grated and gravy made from the fried steak drippings.. I finished preparing the dish and had placed it in the oven when Phil and Brandon came home. I looked at Phil and said “I thought this was just a morning thing. He said “It started out that way, but we decided to extend it. I turned to Brandon and asked “How did things go?” He started giving me a run-down on what he had seen, and you could tell that he really held Phil in high esteem. He was extremely proud of what his brother had accomplished and ended it by saying that he really wished that his Dad was still living, so that he could see Phil’s great work. I looked over at Phil, and he had a little moisture in his eyes. Phil told Brandon to go shower, and join us in the kitchen afterwards. Phil left to get his shower while Brandon headed to the guest bathroom. After Brandon had finished his shower and returned to the kitchen, the boys called for him to join them at the dining room table. He did, and they began to talk to him about a variety of subjects. Ryan really wanted to know the names of some of the attractions in New Port Richey, Tarpon Springs, and Tampa. Brandon detailed several places to them, and then, Phil returned from his shower and called Brandon to the family room. Phil pulled out the landscape renderings and blueprints for the entire development and began to show Brandon merter escort where they had visited that day and described the plans for the complete development along with its timeline. I called to Ryan and asked him to set the counter with plates, cutlery, and glasses. Rob and Jay took that as a hint that they should head home, so they did. In about five minutes after they had left, the front door opened, and in walked Myles and Michelle. Myles made a big production of visiting the house by getting down on his knees, bending over the floor and kissing it. Michelle pushed him down on the floor with her foot which brought laughter from all of us. She turned to me and said “Doug, do you remember the story of Ransom of Red Chief?” I laughed and said “Yes.” She then continued “Well, you’ve got him for the next few days, and it may just cost you for me to take him back!” Myles turned and looked at her and said “You know that’s not true, because I know you love me but I also love being with Dad and my brother. They love me, too..” Michelle made her exit after giving me a schedule for Myles’ medications. I took the casserole out of the oven while Ryan added another plate, cutlery and a glass to the counter. Myles wanted to help, so I let him fill the glasses with ice and pour the tea. We sat down and began to eat. Myles ate a good meal, and frankly, so did everybody else. There was nothing left in the dish. Phil volunteered to do cleanup while I relaxed in the family room with the boys and Brandon. We enjoyed the time together, and as soon as the kitchen was clean, Phil joined us. Phil turned on the TV and found an old western that he and Brandon had watched as kids, so we watched it until eleven o’clock. I sent the boys to Ryan’s room, and I walked to my bedroom leaving Phil and Brandon in the family room talking. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and was about to get in the bed when I suddenly remembered that I needed something out of my office. I decided since it was basically family in the house, I could walk to my office in my boxer briefs. I did, and as I walked through the kitchen Phil whistled and commented. I turned fifty shades of red, but I also took the time to give him a ‘I’ll kill you later look.’ Brandon laughed, and I continued on my journey. As I walked by Ryan’s room, I could not help, but hear them talking and laughing. It was so good to hear this chatter because I really had missed it since Myles’ diagnosis. I don’t think he had laughed in weeks, so this was definitely good therapy. I continued to my office, grabbed my supplemental text and started walking back to my room. I had to stop one more time and listen to the boys. I so wanted to open the door and see what was going on, but I didn’t. I was happy that they were together and enjoying themselves. I walked back through the kitchen and told Phil that it was time for him to call it a night as I did not want to deal with a grumpy person in the morning. Brandon started to tell me a story about Phil being a morning grump, but Phil put a stop to that with a couple of words. Brandon and Phil got up and headed to their beds. Phil joined me in the bedroom by plopping down on the bed. He said “Doug, it doesn’t seem like Brandon and I have been away from each other for about ten years, but we have. It took a few minutes for us to refresh our relationship as brothers, and then, things just began to click. I realized tonight how much I miss him, and I think he realized how much he misses me. I hope that he and I can begin to visit each other more often as I really want to get to know my nephews and his wife Becca.” I said “I think you should make an effort to visit him more often and include visits to your Mom and sister too. You have a family, and you should be with them because they love and accept you. I go and visit mine but I know that my Mom would not be accepting of my current lifestyle, because she even had problems when I was married to Allison. My Mom is just a miserable woman.” Phil said “I feel for you Doug, but I don’t know what to say except, I love you and I want to be with you until my last breath on this earth.” I leaned over, kissed him and said “Go to bed before you get something started.” Phil got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, returned, stripped down to his boxer briefs, and got in bed. He backed up to my back, and that little bit of pressure felt so good. I lay there thinking about how much I had to be thankful for tonight. I had both of my sons under my roof along with my partner and his brother. I lay there and replayed Myles entering the house tonight, and then, the laughter that I heard when I walked by Ryan’s room. I hope that this weekend will be good for Myles, but I have to talk to Brandon tomorrow about his medications and his routine. In a few minutes, I felt myself getting drowsy, and the next thing I knew, it was morning. Phil had woke up earlier than me and had started his shower. I joined him in the shower, and soon, we were getting dressed. I hurried to the kitchen and laid out the bowls and cereal. Ryan and Myles walked into the kitchen, grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl, added some milk and began to eat. Ryan was dressed in a school polo and shorts with deck shoes while Myles was in boxer briefs, t-shirt and no shoes. Brandon joined us, and I quickly gave him a rundown regarding Myles’ medications and needs. Myles said “Brandon, don’t worry, I will help you with the meds, and I don’t need to be treated like a baby.” No sooner had Myles got that sentence out of his mouth than the front door opened and in walked Jay and Rob. Rob greeted Myles while Jay greeted Brandon, almost ignoring Myles. It did not escape Myles’ attention, and he called Jay on it. Jay turned around and said “Myles, I knew you were there, and Rob spoke to you so you should consider that as from me too. I spoke to Brandon and he is not fussing that Rob hasn’t spoken to him.” Rob looked around and said “Jay, don’t bring me into your lack of bad manners. I spoke to Myles because he was looking in my direction, and I have really missed him.” Jay said “Oh yeah, I have missed him too, but Brandon is here, and we can’t ignore him.” Phil interceded and said “Okay, enough of this bickering, I have to go to work. Brandon, you have my number if you need me. Doug, I will send you a text later as I have an idea for a meal while Brandon is here.” I said “Oh gee thanks! I will look forward to receiving your text and slapped him on his butt as he walked past me.” Jay turned to me and said “Pops, I think you need to hold that PDA (public display of affection) down a tad!” I looked over at him and said “I can give you one too; in fact, I think you probably need one.” I walked toward him, and he ran into the dining room. I said “Boys, it’s time to go so we walked to the garage, got in and headed to school. We arrived at the school, and I headed to the teacher’s workroom to pick up my tests. I checked my box, and they had not been copied. I almost hit panic mode, but Sarah Ann Mendleson, the clerk in charge of the copy room saw me, and said “Mr. Brunson, hold on a minute, we had issues with the copier yesterday, and I am behind, but since you always abide by the rules, I will copy your tests right now so you can start your testing without problems.” I thanked her profusely and made a note to myself to send her an appropriate thank you gift on Monday. I greeted my students, answered any last minute questions regarding the material that would be covered on the test, and sidetracked one student’s efforts to stall for more time. I walked the classroom as the students were testing and decided that on the next test, I was going to let them have an open book test just to see how many could locate the information in the text. As the students finished their tests, they raised their hands, and I picked them up. I told the students that they could work or study for another class until everyone had finished testing. I began to grade the tests that I had collected and was pleased to see that most of the students were showing that they really did understand the chapter that we had just completed. I finished grading my morning classes during my planning period. As I was clearing my desk, Phil texted with a request that we have BBQ ribs/chicken, baked beans, scalloped potatoes, garlic bread, and something sweet for dinner one night. I texted back that I would add some grilled corned to the menu and I would think about the dessert, but we would have that menu on Saturday night because I didn’t have all of the ingredients at the house and it was pretty labor intensive. I told him that I was planning on a large pot of spaghetti, a salad, breadsticks, and an angel food cake with strawberries. He returned a text with “YUM.” I had just finished reading his text when my students entered the room for the last class of the day. I followed my morning procedures and soon testing was underway. I was unable to grade many of the tests because this class seemed to take an extraordinary amount of time on the last essay question. The bell sounded, and class was over. Several students handed me their test papers and said that they really needed five more minutes. I asked if they could stay a little late, and they said that they could, so I told them to go back and finish. I stepped to the doorway as I wanted to catch the boys before they made their grand entrance. It was a good thing that I was at the doorway as Jay was in one of his moods and had both Rob and Ryan arguing with him about some computer game. I met them down the hallway and explained that I had a couple of students testing and that they would have to wait outside. I walked back into the classroom and began to gather my things to take home which included the tests from the last class. I had everything ready to go when the two students finished their testing. True to their word, they finished in about five minutes and left the classroom. The boys walked to the doorway, and I told them to head out to the parking lot. I joined them, and we went home. I dropped Rob and Jay off at their homes and then, Ryan and I headed to the grocery store. I picked up the items that I needed to cook tonight’s dinner plus the things that I needed to cook Saturday night’s dinner. We finished shopping, checked out with a cashier that I had never seen before and headed home. We walked into the house carrying the bags of groceries and were met by Myles who wanted to know why we didn’t stop and pick him up? I said “Honestly, Myles, I forgot that you were here, but I am planning on cooking one of your favorites tonight.” He smiled and said “Lasagna or spaghetti?” I said “Spaghetti.” I told him and Ryan to start working on the salad while I began to brown the ground beef / ground chuck mixture. I chopped an onion and added it to the browned meat. I added my tomatoes and spices and let it simmer on the stove while I changed clothes. Ryan broke into a big grin when he saw me place the Bundt pan on the counter because he knew what I was going to fix for dessert. I mixed the angel food cake, placed it in the oven and prepared the breadsticks by placing melted garlic butter on them and allowing them to sit until I was ready to warm them. I washed and cleaned the strawberries, cut them up, added some sugar and let them sit in the refrigerator. The boys finished the salad and placed it in the refrigerator. In the meantime, I asked Myles about his day, and he told me that he and Brandon had gone to Wendy’s for lunch, and later, to a garden center to buy something for Phil. Phil arrived, sampled the spaghetti sauce, spoke to the boys, and headed to our bedroom for his after work shower. Brandon joined me in the kitchen and started the spaghetti cooking. I tended to the final moments of the sauce while Ryan and Myles placed the plates, cutlery, glasses and the tea pitcher on the counter. Myles pulled the salad out of the refrigerator and the tongs out of the drawer. Ryan added the Italian Dressing to the salad and tossed it. Brandon drained the spaghetti and placed it in a bowl, while I placed the sauce in another bowl. Everybody gathered at the counter, Brandon asked the blessing and everybody began to place food on their plates and we were soon eating. After everyone had finished, I set the Angel Food cake on the counter along with the bowl of strawberries. I didn’t have to tell anyone what to do. They cut themselves a slice of cake and spooned the strawberries over it. We finished eating, and I began to clean the kitchen while Phil and Brandon resumed work with their family paperwork. Ryan and Myles joined me and helped. I leaned back against the counter and watched them work and interact together. It brought a tear to my eye to think that my two sons were with me, and we were going to spend some quality time together tonight, since this was the first time that I had them by myself since learning that Myles was my son. We finished in the kitchen and headed to the family room. I lay on the sofa, and Myles worked himself in front of me while Ryan lay down on the floor. Ryan turned around, smiled at me, and said to me “Dad, this is just like we used to do a few years ago, but in a way it’s different because we don’t have the other two.” I said “Yes, I was just thinking that when you turned around.” Around nine thirty, Phil and Brandon joined us and reported that they had completely finished their work and were now free to participate in some activities tomorrow. They lay down on the floor with Ryan. In a few minutes, Myles slid down on the floor, so that he could lie next to Ryan. All of the brothers were on the floor, and I was on the sofa, I could deal with that, and I did. After our second movie ended, I got up, told the boys it was bedtime, and everyone headed to their beds. Phil and I took a shower together, toweled off, and got into bed naked. This was the first time in about a week that we had done that, and it felt so good. I rolled over on my side and let my right hand glide over his chest, abs, treasure trail, pubes, cock and balls. As my hand roamed he began to harden and started leaking some pre-cum. I got some on my hand, and I brought it to his lips. He licked it, and I went back for more. This time, I licked it and smiled. He leaned up and kissed me on the lips, then forced me onto my back. He took control and began to nibble on my ears, neck, chin, and nips as he moved lower. He found that I too, had stiffened and was leaking pre-cum. He tongued my cock from my pubes to the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head and into the slit. He glanced up at me and said “That is some sweet sauce right there.” I took his head in my hands and pulled him up for a long sexy kiss. He pulled away and was working his way back down to my cock. He nuzzled in my pubes and pulled and sucked on my balls while rubbing my taint. I spread my legs and he took that as an invitation to raise them over his shoulders. He moved in, placed his cock at the entrance to my hole and gradually slid into me. He bottomed out, and then, he began that in and out motion that drives me crazy. I pulled him tightly to me as I wanted every bit of his cock in me. He leaned down and kissed me while he was rubbing all of the right places. His constant rubbing of my prostate began to make me feel an impending ejaculation. I felt my balls draw up, juices began their journey up, and I started spurting cum on both of us. He encouraged me to get that cream out. I tightened down on him as I was spurting and soon afterwards he released his juices in me. He lay down on me; we kissed each other, and made some small talk. He actually lay there too long because when he moved he pulled hair from my chest. He got up out of bed, walked to our bathroom, got a warm washcloth, returned and began to clean me up. He cleaned himself and threw the washcloth through the open bathroom door. I heard it land on the floor, but I didn’t care. I felt so wonderful after Phil made love to me. I thought that tomorrow night it would be my night to pleasure him. I lay there and slowly drifted off to sleep. I awoke to find that Phil had already gotten up and left me in the bed. He had somehow shaved, showered and dressed without waking me up. I scrambled to get out of bed and into the bathroom. I took care of my morning rituals, dressed and hurried to the kitchen. Phil, Brandon, Ryan, and Myles were seated at the counter eating biscuits and hashbrowns from Hardees. Phil asked “Did you have a restful night?” I said that I did. He said “I got up, you were still asleep, I called your name and there was no answer, so I figured that if we were going to eat this morning, I had to go get it, because you know me and cooking are kinda not made for one another. Ryan spoke up and said “Yeah, and we didn’t want the fire truck to show up.” Phil got this look on his face, and said “Well, maybe some of us didn’t, but maybe one of us wouldn’t have minded.” I walked over and punched him in the ribs as I grabbed a biscuit and began to eat. Breakfast was very laid back. Everybody was dressed, so Brandon and Phil decided to run a few errands for Phil’s Company, while I took the boys and ran a few errands for the house. We finished our errands and returned home. Phil and Brandon took the boys to a movie while I stayed home and prepared the chicken breasts and ribs. I washed the chicken breasts, added some seasonings and returned them to the refrigerator. I pulled the ribs out, cut them up, filled my large pot with water, added the ribs with some lemon slices and seasonings, allowed them to boil until they were tender, took them off the stove and drained them. I seasoned them again, and let the seasonings soak into the meat. I covered the ribs with aluminum foil until I was ready for them to go on the grill. I started the baked beans cooking, mixed the peaches for the peach cobbler, and shucked five ears of fresh sweet corn. I placed the cobbler in the oven, and since I had things moving along, I sliced the potatoes and placed them in a casserole dish along with the rest of the ingredients for potatoes au gratin. I put the dish in the refrigerator until I was ready to put it in the oven. I tended to the baked beans as they have a tendency to dry out if you don’t keep them stirred and moist. Phil, Brandon, Ryan and Myles returned and had to tell me about the movie. Afterwards, Ryan and Myles returned to the kitchen and wanted something to eat. I told them that there were a couple packs of crackers in the pantry, and that they could eat those until we had our late lunch / early dinner. Ryan wanted to grumble, but looked over, saw the peach cobbler, smiled, grabbed the two packs of crackers and two soft drinks bahçeşehir escort from the refrigerator. They walked out and sat in the chairs around the pool. I began to mix the sauce for the ribs and chicken breasts. I tasted it, and it was exactly the way I wanted it. I brushed a light coat on the ribs, resealed the aluminum foil, and turned my attention to slicing and buttering the bread. Phil and Brandon returned from the backyard. Brandon said “Something smells good in here.” He looked over and saw the peach cobbler, and he gave me a ‘Ryan smile’. I chuckled, and said “Well, you and Ryan will be happy tonight.” He smiled. Phil looked at the clock and asked when did I want to start the grill. I told him that he could go ahead and start it now. He left and began to pre-heat the grill. He came back into the kitchen, took the chicken breasts out of the refrigerator, and walked to the grill. He placed them on one end and began to let them slowly cook. I asked Brandon to take the sauce, brush, and tongs to him. He began to smother each breast with the sauce and as the sauce drizzled down onto the burners, the smell began to make its way into the house. Phil sent Brandon back to the kitchen for the ribs, and he placed them on the grill. I buttered the corn and took it to Phil. He moved the meat around on the grill and placed the ears of corn on the grill. He tended to everything while I finished up in the kitchen. Just as I took the bread out of the oven, placed the baked beans and potatoes au gratin on the counter, Phil and Brandon returned with the platters of ribs, chicken breasts and corn. I called the boys, and they came running. Everybody grabbed a plate and started filling it with food. Phil looked over at me and said “Don’t you think we could eat in the dining room?” I nodded my head yes, so after we had our plates fixed, we moved to the dining room. Myles and Rob brought the glasses of tea to the table along with the tea pitcher. We enjoyed our meal, and I can say that everyone was hungry because there were only two ribs and one chicken breast left. The baked beans and potatoes au gratin had maybe two tablespoons left in the dishes while all of the corn was eaten. Brandon looked down at me and said “I know that there is a peach cobbler hiding around here somewhere.” I said “You are right, but do you have room for it now, or would you like to wait about an hour and be able to really enjoy it?” He agreed to wait an hour. Everyone took their plate to the sink, rinsed them along with their cutlery and placed them in the dishwasher. I brought the other dishes back to the kitchen and began to load them in the dishwasher. I cleaned the kitchen while Phil cleaned the area around the grill. After the cleanup was complete, we collapsed in the family room and watched some comedy. I nodded off to sleep, but was awakened by either Myles or Ryan who wanted peach cobbler. I got up, walked to the kitchen, placed the cobbler on the counter, pulled the bowls from the cabinet, placed the spoons by the bowls, and set a gallon of vanilla ice cream by the cobbler. I called everyone to the kitchen and I didn’t have to call them twice. Everyone scooped some of the cobbler in a bowl and topped it with ice cream. Brandon kept complimenting it, and finally he said “Phil, I may just have to take Doug home with me!” Phil looked over at me and said “Well, on some days, I would send him” and chuckled. I said “That’s one for you.” He smiled and said “Bring it on big boy!” I said “Later.” Everyone finished, and Ryan did clean-up. We returned to the family room and Ryan set up the Wii. He found a game that would pit two teams against each other. Ryan chose Brandon and Myles took Phil as team mates. I sat back and watched the rivalry of brothers against brothers. Around six-thirty, they finished the last game, sat back, or lay down on the floor. Myles was fidgety, turned to me and wanted to know if they could go swimming. I made sure that his port was covered and said “Yes, but be careful.” He stood up and began to take his shirt off, Ryan knew the drill so he did the same thing. They stripped down to nothing, then turned to the rest of us and asked “Aren’t you going to join us?” Phil stood up and started to strip, but Brandon didn’t budge. Phil got down to his boxer briefs and turned to Brandon and said “Brandon, you don’t have anything that the rest of us don’t have. I have seen your junk and it ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. There is nothing wrong with going skinny dipping. Now get with it or I will help you.” He looked my way, and I was down to my boxer briefs. Brandon looked around at me, stood and slowly began to take off his clothes. He took off his shirt and shorts and just had on a pair of short trunk boxers. They helped showcase his body. Both Phil and I had dropped our boxer briefs and were waiting on him. He looked at Phil with somewhat pleading eyes, but Phil didn’t cut him any slack. He made an exasperated sound, put his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and shucked them to the floor. I could not believe the package that he had. He was similar to Phil in that he was cut, about 7 inches in length and medium in width. He trimmed his pubes uniformly and his balls were medium sized. Brandon looked over at me, and when he did Phil reached over and yanked Brandon’s dick. That started things as Phil ran from the room and jumped in the pool. Brandon was right behind him and the water wars had begun. Myles and Ryan joined the war. I walked out and dove into the pool, swam underwater and came up between Phil’s legs. I knocked him off his feet which gave Brandon an advantage, which he used. Brandon seemed to lose all of his inhibitions, and began to grab at Phil. Myles decided that he wanted in on that game so he started grabbing at Brandon. At first Brandon was stunned, but recovered and started going after the rest of us. I became involved and joined in the fun. I got a chance to feel Brandon up, and he felt nice. After while, we tired and swam to the sides of the pool, pulled ourselves up and sat on the edge of the pool. I was by Brandon and could not help but give him sneak peeks. Phil came over, pulled Brandon backwards and down on the pool deck, and grabbed his cock and balls. He said “Come look at my brother’s equipment. Notice how his golden colored hair grows short and curly on his balls. I had noticed that and noted that it was tighter and more golden than Phil’s. Myles came over and gave Brandon a look, as did Ryan. Myles then said, “It looks to me like you guys are pretty much similar. I think Ryan and me look about the same, but I am going to be like Dad and have more hair on my chest than Ryan. He said “Come here Ryan and stand by me.” Ryan reluctantly did. Myles said “You guys look us over and tell us what you think.” Phil walked over and looked. He said “Well you two come with the standard equipment. I think you will both have large mushroom shaped cock heads, your balls are about the same size, and your pubes are growing in about the same, but I think Myles will have more hair on his chest. He grabbed the cocks of both boys, and they began to inflate. Brandon decided to take a look and make a comparison. He agreed with Phil, and he turned them around to see their backs, legs, and butt. Myles was not done. He said “Okay, y’all have looked us over now, it’s our turn to look you two over. Stand next to one another.” Phil immediately moved next to Brandon. Myles stepped in front of the men and began to eyeball their equipment. He said “Their cocks look the same, Phil may be a fraction of an inch longer, but Brandon is thicker. Brandon’s balls hang lower than Phil’s and Brandon’s ball hair is similar to Phil’s but more curlier. Ryan stepped over and did a fast comparison. Brandon asked “Are you guys through?” Phil said “No.” Brandon said “No? Why?” Phil said we have someone who has not been inspected so, they forced me to stand and by this time, I was beginning to get a hard-on. All four of them looked at and touched me. I did get a for real hard-on after they began to handle my balls. Myles wanted he and Ryan to stand by me and asked Phil and Brandon to see if they thought we were similar. Phil took great care in handling the goods and making his announcement. Brandon hesitated, but Phil egged him on. Finally he felt my balls and my cock. He said “I think the boys will grow and look just like Doug, and by the way Doug, that is a nice cock that you have.” I was beyond ready to come off of display and made my way back to the edge of the pool. Brandon looked over my way and said “My brother has a nice build and I guess I can confess that I enjoyed looking at him naked when we were growing up.” Phil said “I always thought you were spying on me.” Brandon said “I could just never figure out why you got hair around your dick, and in a few years it happened to me. I saw Phil beat off and was amazed that he spewed something out of his cock and onto his belly. I tried, but I was too young to make sperm, so I just about blistered my cock trying. Dad caught me, explained things and told me that I was a normal boy, but had to be a bit older to have that experience. I know that in a few years, I will be having that talk with my boys.” We continued to talk about sex, cocks, balls, pre-cum, and cum. Around eight-thirty I got up, walked into the house and grabbed towels. We all dried off, wrapped the towels around our waists and went inside. Brandon headed to his pile of clothes, but Phil grabbed them and said “We are going to sit naked on our towels. We have seen each other and have nothing to be ashamed of tonight. Brandon rolled his eyes, took his towel off, folded it, placed it on the love seat, sat down and relaxed. Everybody else did the same thing, but placed theirs in the area that they were going to sit. It felt rather strange to be sitting around naked, but it was a good thing. I looked at Ryan as he got up and noticed that he was getting hard. He walked by me, and his cock was bouncing as he walked. Eventually everybody relaxed and seemed to forget that they were naked. I told them that the time in the pool had worn me out, and I was ready for bed. Everybody agreed, and we headed to our rooms. Phil and I went to our room, and I had my way with him. I did him doggie style while I pinched his nips and tongued his neck and ears. I felt under him and he was leaking pre-cum. He tried to get more of me in him. I felt his prostate react when I rubbed over it and his sphincter tightened around my cock. He squeezed me hard and began to unload his cum on the bedspread. I pounded him after he relaxed and soon, I was filling him with my juices. We stayed connected for a few minutes. I pulled out with a plop and moved to my side of the bed. I pulled the sheets down and took the spread off. Phil walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. I joined him. We kissed and walked back to the bed. He told me that he really enjoyed our times together, and I had to agree that I did too. We lay down and fell asleep with me holding him tightly to my chest. I woke up Sunday morning and lay there thinking about our time in the pool. I really did enjoy seeing Brandon naked and told myself secretly, that if I didn’t have Phil, I definitely would want Brandon. Phil woke up, got out of bed with a hard-on and went to the toilet. I joined him, and we had to take our time because both of us were hard and it is hard to aim when you are hard. We finally finished and headed to the shower. Phil wanted to play, but I knew that we had several things to do, so I promised him that we would do something later. He pouted, but was soon over it. We dressed and walked to the kitchen. I pulled out the package of bacon, the carton of eggs, two packages of shredded hash browns, the large package of sliced cheese, the milk, and some butter. I grabbed an onion from the pantry, sliced and diced it, and placed it in a bowl. I put Phil to work setting up the plates on the counter and the cutlery on the dining room table. I fried the package of bacon, and covered it in aluminum foil to keep it warm. I took my large cast iron skillet, placed some olive oil in it and heated it. I took the bowl of diced onion and put them in the hot olive oil. I opened the packages of hash browns and put them on top of the onions. I salted them, turned the heat down, placed a lid over the skillet and let them cook while I mixed the batter for pancakes. I took my flat cast iron baker and heated it on the stove, added some cooking oil, and allowed it to get hot. I put Phil to work dropping the batter onto the baker and flipping the pancakes. I checked on the hash browns and they were almost ready. I placed several slices of cheese on them and allowed them to melt. I cracked a dozen eggs and beat them. I found another one of my Teflon coated frying pans, put a little butter in it, allowed it to melt, then I began to pour the eggs into the hot butter. I scrambled the eggs while I called the boys and Brandon to breakfast. I had to make several pans of scrambled eggs, but that was an easy task. The boys arrived, picked up a plate, put their food on it and headed to the dining room. Ryan poured everybody a large glass of orange juice. Myles found the bottle of syrup and took it to the table. We sat down and had a great breakfast. We finished and nothing would do Brandon, except he had to do clean-up. I argued with him, but he won. Myles volunteered to help, so he joined Brandon in the kitchen. I walked out to the garage with Phil, and Phil showed me a couple of plants that he had bought to send back to his mother. They were beautiful, and he told me where he had told Brandon to plant them. I smiled, Phil always had to be in charge. We walked back in the house and sat down in the family room. Brandon had finished the clean-up so he joined us, and we just sat and talked until Brandon decided that it was time for him to leave. Phil and Ryan walked down to the guest room and helped him take his stuff to the Tahoe. He packed everything tightly in the back including the two plants. We gathered around the Tahoe and said our good-byes. I looked at Phil, and I could tell that he was having a difficult time with this, as he didn’t say much, and he was beginning to tear up. Brandon reached over grabbed Phil and hugged him tightly. The tears began to flow from both of their eyes. It was so evident as to how much they loved one another. Brandon hugged Ryan, Myles and then, me. He told me that he definitely had enjoyed the visit and looked forward to us coming to visit the family. He got in his vehicle, said another set of good- byes, backed out of the driveway and headed to the interstate. We went into the house rather somberly. It felt like something was missing. Ryan suggested that we go for ice cream and that sounded like a great idea. We went to our favorite shoppe, made our choices, sat down at one of the round tables in the shoppe and ate our ice cream. We finished, and then, I told them that I had papers to grade before I fixed the evening’s meal. We went home, and I walked down to my office. Phil worked on the development’s plans in the family room while Ryan and Myles reviewed some of their school work at the dining room table. Ryan tried to keep Myles current with was being taught in their classes and all of the latest social gossip. It was my job as the Home Bound teacher to teach Myles the new content, and Ryan made it his job to help him apply it. Ryan and I made a great teaching team. Later in the afternoon, Rob and Jay arrived. They were extremely disappointed that Brandon had left, because they really wanted to go and do things with him. Phil spoke up and told them that Brandon’s visit was about family business, and that, his next visit would allow him to go and do some fun things. They walked into the dining room, sat down and talked to Myles about the work that he and Ryan were reviewing. After thirty minutes of review, Myles wanted to go swimming. Rob and Ryan were all about it, but Jay was somewhat hesitant. He said that he had to go get his swimsuit, so he left and went to get it. Rob said he better go get his because Michelle was supposed to come pick up Myles. With that being said, Myles and Ryan changed into their swimsuits and hit the pool. Rob returned first, and then, Jay joined the boys in the pool. Michelle called me around six – thirty to tell me that she was pulling into the driveway. I told Myles that his Mom was here, and it was time for him to pull his stuff together. I assembled his medicines and had them ready for Michelle. She rang the doorbell, and Myles opened the front door. She entered and gave us some candy from one of the candy shops on the waterfront. I helped Myles take his stuff to the car. He hugged me and told me how much he had enjoyed the weekend. I told him that we would be doing more of them in the future. He smiled and got in the car. They backed out, and I walked into the house just in time to hear a splat, and some furniture scraping and falling over out by the pool. As I walked to the glass doors, I heard Ryan say “Now do you believe me? I told you that I would do it if you uttered one more comment about Myles. You just don’t learn do you?” I walked out to the pool and Jay was sitting down by an overturned chair with a bloody nose. I helped him up and into the house. I cleaned him up and applied some ice to his nose. Rob excused himself and went home. I talked to Jay and told him that we had to call his Dad to come look him over. I made the call and asked Justin to come over. He wanted to know what Jay had done this time, and I said “We just need to have a pow-wow.” In a few minutes, the doorbell rang. I opened the front door and there stood Justin. END OF CHAPTER 3 – MY SONS and THEIR FRIENDS – The Freshman Year I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter. I have enjoyed writing it because there was a lot of action to cover. Continue to write and tell me your thoughts and concerns. Your emails serve as prompts to get me going – well you know – get me writing LOL Can you believe the change in Ryan since he became the “older” brother? I wanted to say bigger but Myles would probably punch me. What is Jay’s issue? What will Justin say, and how will he react? Will Phil harass Doug and let him know that he saw him staring at Brandon’s naked body? Will there be any issues with Myles and his chemotherapy? Will Matt make another service visit to Myles? Will Jay have a coming of conscious? Well these are just a few of the questions that hopefully will be answered in the upcoming chapters. After several of you mentioned that you had gone back and started to reread the story from Chapter One, I decided to read Chapter One again. I caught a few mistakes, but the read brought back some great memories and thoughts for the future. I am always open to your emails – and to those who have written to check on me, Thanks! I really enjoy reading your thoughts and hearing about things in your life. Until next time….. Jay

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Subject: Barber Boyz Club (M/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: ail BARBERBOYZZCLUB Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew’s pants didn’t waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn’t have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. One of this hot little clients was 9 year old Marco. He want to look like Troy Silvan’s, his poster was the biggest in the shop. During earlier visits Julian already enjoyed the little boy by pushing his rod against the back of the boy during the cutting. Now he had decided to explore more of the needs of the little cute fellow. So when the boy came for another haircut, -it seemed much earlier then Necessary- Julian told the boy that he had no time that afternoon. To many appointments were made that day. But he was willing to cut his little friend after closing time. It didn’t disappointed Marco at all; his little smile showed that he expected then a more ataköy escort exclusive treatment. Of course he didn’t realise the entire real treat, but some things in his body did stir up already. His single working mother at home, didn’t took much notice of her little son, chasing new men all the time to please herself. The boy left happy with an unknown, warm feeling full expectations! Julian quickly worked on all the customers; if possible he would close sooner as usual. Just another little blond, Matthew, did get a longer, special hair treat. Again Julian’s rod got more and more excited and found his way in the back of the barber seat. The hot blond boy giggled when Julian played teasingly his ears, tickled his neck and blew the left over hairs from it. Doing that, he even managed, unseen, to place a little kiss on that adorable thin neck of the now aroused kid. `Wouldn’t it be lovely to combine this hottie later with Marco when I have started mine new barberboyzzclub?’ his mind concluded. When Matthew left the shop, warmly guided by Julian, Marco was just arriving and the two boys did greet each other. When Matthew asked why Marco was coming at closing time, the answer was that `a special treat’ for Marco was the reason. `That’s how hot kids are made curious’ Julian thought. `I’m glad you could make it this time Marco,’ Julian welcomed his expected little lover, `I will have all the time to make a star of you!’ Marco grinned and walked towards a barber chair. `Marco, why don’t you come to my special room for star clients! ‘ Julian asked the little boy. He softly led him to a room on the first floor of the shop. A room without windows, but with just one chair bigger and more luxurious then the normal ones. A room with a fridge, huge TV screen, pc and many posters of famous boys. Special for this occasion big posters of Troy were added by Julian. Posters he had changed with some photo shop tricks: pants looked a little open, a bulge was slightly added. Marco sat in the chair and Julian was ready to start his work. But first he showed different hair styles on the boy, cuddling the lovely face and neck in the mean time. Marco giggled at each model, looking at all sides in the three sided mirrors. The little room was rather hot; when Marco complained about it Julian simply reacted by telling to take his shirt off. `Nobody will see you here; I always do it to when I’m hot’ Marco didn’t hesitate and took it off. Time again to restore the latest hair style, but now Julian managed to lower his busy hands over the bare shoulders. The little boy merter escort shiffered, being touched by the loving hands. `Are you cold or hot?’ teasingly Julian asked him, `I can give you a massage, if you’re cold!’ `You should take your shirt off too, please do it,’ the little boy asked his new friend. Julian didn’t hesitated and soon two half bare boys enjoyed the view of their new outlook. One with a tiny smooth chest and another stud with an also smooth but very athletic chest. Slowly Julian lowered the barber seat so that Marco’s head ended up close to his lid. While Marco almost lay flat in the chair Julian’s hands travelled from head to his belly and back. Each time his fingers played a little longer at the boys waistband. Each time a small bulge showed live during that treatment. `I’m not speeding this game’ Julian considered, `I’ll try to make him hot as hell over a long period’ `You like the massage?’ he asked the boy, `say stop if you don’t want more, please!’ But the boy just sighted and softly said: `Please, don’t stop now’ Julian took a chair behind the boy and took the now the little almost limb boy into his lap. His lid welcomed the boy’s weight with restraint and pleasure. Now his hands could travel farther down. Not inside the pants, but cuddling his but was the new massage. The boy now was wiggling, it was clear he had problems in keeping his lust quiet. `If you’re still hot, you can take your pants off too. I’m always interested to see, what boy’s favourite underpants are!’ `Can’t we see movie,` Marco suddenly asked, getting out of the chair. Walking towards the screen he dropped his pants and shifted something. His underpants were of cheap quality and old, much too small for the boy and his swollen lid. He folded himself in the long bench and tried to keep his lid hidden between his knees. Julian sat beside him and reassured the kid that a swollen lid is part of growing up and part of the best fun. `With a beautiful boy as you besides me, my lid tries to escape too, you know!’ The boy, like all modern boys aware of all kind of `amusement’, looked surprised at his friend. Friends at school had often spoken of hot adventures they once had with all kind of studs and whores, but he never believed them. `You like me so much?’ was all he could say, `can I see it?’ `Only if you really want it and promise me to keep our friendship games a secret!’ The boy hastened to say: `Sure I will, I will never tell anyone of our special friendship!’ Thus Julian lowered also his pants, underpants he never wore, and his proud lid bahçeşehir escort showed his affection for the boy. `That’s how much he thinks you are so beautiful’ Julian laughed. Marco didn’t hesitate to lower his little last piece of textile and proudly showed his 5 cm stiff prick. `That’s how much he loves you, may I touch yours?’ At once the boy didn’t show anymore hesitation and touching his friends new toy he also pushed himself in Julian’s embracement. It didn’t last long when Julian’s kisses travelled towards the boys lips and slowly the boy opened them for his first lovers play with tongues. Now Julian’s hands reached the boys lid and started slowly masturbating it. This lesson was soon followed by his pupil on his own lid. With both handling the pricks they lowered themselves on the bench. With Marco on top of him, Julian moved his hands al over the body, exploring the boy but, biting the boy’s nipples, bringing the poor lad almost to an explosion. To give Marco the best feeling on his first boy cum he decided to suck the little boy. He folded the boy in between him and sucked the little boy’s prick. Marco never felt such things ever before and started moaning and yelling to this new experience. It was only seconds later that the first dry cum came. The almost limp boy on top again Julian buried his face in the boys hair, and smelled the boyish sent he liked best. His lid enjoyed himself between the boys clamping legs. And only half a minute later the boy gasped: `that was so great, I wanna do it again!’ Julian didn’t waste time starting his play again; he let his tongue travel the little boyhole, making the boy even more wild. His tongue moved from there to the boys sack. Then he took the half hard lid again in his mouth. Now the little boy shifted under him and very gentle licked Julian’s lid too. `It taste salty,’ Marco said, `is that your cum?’ `No mine cum will come later, it is only a little beginning, be careful when it comes. You must be sure you like it to have it in your mouth!’ The little boy started with very small sucks on the tip of Julian’s lid. This way was a new treat for Julian: never had somebody doing it so softly, delicate and careful. Julian couldn’t resist this treatment much longer and told the boy to stop. But the little rascal knew something was going to happen and put all his energy in this new game. Not much later his face and mouth were covered with one of Julian’s greatest shots! The two lovers spent the next hour enjoying their first encounter with warm cuddles and kisses. Probably Marco had some more dry cums that hour. But it all finished with a shower and the haircut at last. But you can expect the Julian didn’t cut that much! His little friend has to come for another haircut as soon as possible1 Do you want to know when Matthew comes to join the happy couple? Write your comments and wishes for the next episode to ail

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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 53 After we finished our talk with Esau he and I went into the hut Charlie and I shared, leaving Ryan and Charlie to it. It had been completely changed, and the three beds were separated. It was clear what was happening. We quickly went to find the others and Phil got us all together. “We have to talk while Sam and Cy are out of the way,” he said. “Before you do,” interrupted Ryan, “Patrick had talked to Esau and it’s all OK. This kid Abe only knows the boys have been skinny-dipping. Nothing else.” “Is this true, Esau?” said Phil. Esau nodded. “No, I need you to say it.” “Yes, Phil, guys, all of you, I’m really sorry,” said Esau quietly, again near to tears. I turned to Jakey. “Tell him it’s all right, Jakey,” I said. Jakey looked stubborn. “Do it,” I said, “because I promised E you would. Think of all the fun we can still have. Don’t fuck things up. We’ve had a narrow escape, so let’s forget about it.” Jakey sighed. “OK, schmuck, I forgive you,” but he couldn’t conceal the grin. “What’s a schmuck?” asked Alan. Esau’s eyes rolled. “It’s the same as ‘prick’,” he said, “both the thing you piss with and an insult.” We were learning so much. Chop chop, klutz, schmuck, all in the same day. “Let’s not waste time,” said Phil, “if Cy’s going to be involved he needs careful handling. I want Patrick to do what’s needed, and the rest of our lot can help if he wants them to. Jakey and Esau, stay out of it. OK?” Eight teenagers nodded solemnly. I, the Great Seducer, was about to be put in to bat. “Ryan, can I whistle the other two in for food?” asked Phil. “Whistle away, the food won’t be ready for ten minutes but there’s plenty of beer. I’m sure Patrick will put it to good use,” and he winked. When Sam and Cy came into the food hut they found the rest of us sitting round two tables pushed together. There were two seats together next to the cooker for Ryan and Charlie, so the other two had no choice about where to sit. Sam plonked himself between Andrew and Jakey, leaving Cy the only space – between me and Phil. “Right,” said Phil, “everybody say who they are and where they’re from. That way Cy can at least know your names. I’m Phil and I’m a steward on the liner Queen Mary. She’s out of service for two more weeks, and while all these kids are here, I’m in charge. Tim, you’re next, them go round in turn.” This gave me time to think, since I’d be last – well, last apart from Cy. If our plan was going to work I needed Cy to see me as being somehow different from the rest of the bell boys. Immediately before me was Esau. “You know who I am,” he said with a grin, “but what you don’t know is how much I’ve grown up – and Jakey – since we first came here.” This had not been rehearsed, but it was the perfect preamble to my little spiel. “I’m Patrick, Cy, and I’m in charge of making your stay here at Ashokan special. That’s the sort of crap we have to say on Queen Mary, but even if it’s crap it’s still true. All the others round the table, even my twin brother Tim, are a bit wicked in various ways, but if they’re wicked then I’m the Devil himself. If you want wickedness, I’m your guy.” The dramatic effect of what I had hoped to be a suitably Mephistophelean utterance was somewhat marred by explosions of mirth from a member of my family, explosions only marginally greater, it has to be admitted, that those from my Queen Mary colleagues. “Well, fuck you lot,” I said, “you know it’s true.” That ought to do the trick with Cy, I thought. I didn’t suppose what nowadays it’s fashionable to call the F-word was uttered so freely in front of the grown-ups at home. “And just to demonstrate my capacity for sin, I need beer! Charlie, can we have something from your cellar please!” The more perplexed poor Cy was with all this banter (and all the beer which was now appearing – a dozen bottles already) the more malleable he was likely to be later. I was amused to see Larry’s smile at all this, accompanied by the tiniest nod. Charlie asked me to help bring food to the table. I knew that he had no need of help, but a message was clearly about to be passed. Ryan gave me a huge pot of stew and “well ataköy escort done!” he said, “Charlie says you’ve baited his hook nicely.” The beef stew and dumplings were delicious – we’d not had a stew before – as were the apple tarts. “You didn’t bake these?” asked Alan. Jakey laughed. “Of course not. Ma Perkins at the store makes ’em – we have ’em at home. I recognize the pattern on the pastry.” A second dozen beer bottles appeared. Neither Jakey nor Esau had drunk more than half their first bottles, so the remains of those and their second bottles were shared among the rest of us. I made sure Cy had plenty. What he didn’t know (nor, I confess, did I) was that the stew was well-laced with red wine – maybe that’s why it was so tasty. By the time we’d cleaned every scrap off every plate it was almost 6, well after dark. Cy was in roughly the state I wanted him – happy and tiddly, but not so tiddly that he wouldn’t be able to perform. Like the rest of us he had a bladderful of beer, and no-one had shown him where the bogs were. He stood up, a little unsteady. “I need to piss,” he said. “Me too,” I said, levering myself up to give the impression that I too was tiddly. “Come on, Cy, I’ll show you where. Alan and Andrew, you two come as well, you know the crocodiles can be fierce.” “I know all about these goddam crocodiles,” said Cy, “they’re hooey.” I put my arm round Cy’s shoulders, pretending I was more unsteady than I really was. “How come you know about our pet crocodiles, Cy, they’re a big secret.” Cy said nothing. Either one of the twins had chattered about them, as seemed quite likely, or … I would wait until a more appropriate moment. When we got to the water’s edge the As and I whipped our cocks out and started to piss into the still water. After a moment Cy shrugged and fished his out too. As we were aiming all over the place Cy did the same. I noticed (and I’m sure the As did as well) that Cy was glancing covertly at these frilly cocks happily pissing before his eyes. Time for the first sally. “Like what you see, Cy? You should see Sam’s, it’s far bigger than any of ours.” Cy said nothing, but he was still sneaking a look. Our urine flows being finished those of us possessed of foreskins made a show of pulling them back and forth, shaking off the last lingering drops. Cy’s looks were less well concealed. The second sally followed. “Your brothers were fascinated by foreskins. Esau said we were like Philistines,” I said. This brought a smile to Cy’s lips. “Yeah, he would. He used to be very holy. Can I …” “You want a look? Here,” I said, and turned to face him; I was acting quite drunk now. Either he would turn away in disgust (real or feigned) or he would take a good look. He looked. Andrew volunteered the information that wanking must be a lot less fun without a foreskin. “I wouldn’t know,” said Cy, “since I didn’t know how to do it when I was only a few days old.” “But you do now, I bet,” said Andrew. “Of course.” So far, so good. We tucked our cocks away and turned back to the camp. The third sally followed, and it did the trick. “Was it Abe who told you about the crocodiles?” I asked, all innocent. Cy spun round. “What the fuck do you know about Abe?” he demanded. “Only that Esau told Abe and the only way you would know about them is if the twins told you – and they say they didn’t – or Abe did. Cy, before you get cross there’s something you should know.” This was it: he’d go happily into a couple of weeks of sin with us, or he’d punch my lights out. “When Jakey and Esau saw you fucking your girl friend and you promised them a blow job to stop them telling your parents it wasn’t your girl friend, was it? It was Abe.” Cy stopped in his tracks. He did not hit me. In the two seconds during which nothing happened Alan put his arms round the ashen Cy and said quietly, “we’re all queer here, Cy, it’s OK. Nobody hates you and nobody cares. Now come on back to the hut.” “I can’t,” whispered Cy, “how did you know? Did Jakey tell you?” I motioned for Alan to let go. I stood in front of Cy and put my arms round his neck: my face was only a few inches from his, about three inches lower. I looked up into his eyes. “No-one told me, Cy, they didn’t need to. What Alan said is true. The three men here, we six boys from Queen Mary, we’re all queer: we’re all into boys and men. So are Jakey and Esau – didn’t you know?” Cy shook his head. “And they didn’t know about you. They really thought Abe was a girl. All they saw was you fucking someone on their back: your arse, their legs. I worked out what must have happened from little bits of what Jakey and Esau told us. You bribed them with a blow job merter escort to keep their mouths shut. Would a big brother really do that if he wasn’t happy to give the blow job? You asked them to wank you off when you were drunk on your birthday. Would a big brother have done that unless the feel of a 12-year-old’s hand round his cock was a big turn-on? Come on, Cy, we queers can read you like a book.” Cy looked horrified, so I went on. “But guys who aren’t queer would have the faintest idea. Trust me, Cy, you’re safe with us,” and I hugged him. He remained stiff and unyielding, then … his arms slowly hugged me and I could feel him shaking. I looked at Andrew and motioned that he and Alan should go back to the hut. They went away, leaving Cy to sob in the forgiving dark. I held him tight, saying nothing. It took him several minutes to calm down. He let go. “What just happened stays in the dark, OK?” he said. I nodded. “Just the two of us, Cy, I promise. Now come on. All the guys in the hut will welcome you, even your snotty little brothers. The bad news is that Abe isn’t here; the good news is that there are 11 other guys for you to get frisky with.” Cy smiled, all signs of the secret in the dark now invisible. The As had briefed the others, so that when Cy and I came into the hut they all stood up and clapped. Jakey and Esau took their brother by the hand and hugged him. Cy almost lost it again, but caught himself just in time. Phil shook Cy’s hand. “Welcome to Ashokan,” he said, “I guess you know you have Patrick to thank for the warmth of the welcome.” It was my turn to come close to losing it. Phil went on to say that the sleeping arrangements weren’t always as they would be tonight, but that it was too late now to do anything about it. “Tomorrow we can change things,” he said. Cy stood up. “I just want to say something,” he said. “The last 30 minutes have been awful strange, but I’m sure as hell glad they happened. In a small town like Kingston they’d lynch us if they knew, so Jakey and Esau, this has to be a big secret.” The twins nodded. He turned to me. “Thank you, Patrick. I will always remember tonight.” Simply done, and I’ve always remembered it too, even now over 80 years later. I remember the glow in his eyes. “I made a promise to you, Jakey and Esau, and tonight I’m going to keep it, if you’ll let me.” The eyes of all our American guests sparkled. The sleeping arrangements so carefully contrived might just be appropriate for tonight. Sam said he thought Cy ought to be aware of how things were at Ashokan. “Tim and I are boyfriends, so are Patrick and Charlie, and so are Alan and Andrew. We all fuck each other, and the men fuck all of us and suck and – oh, hell, we just about do everything,” he ended lamely. “Sounds good to me,” said Cy. “It is, bro, believe me,” said Jakey. A sense of relief seemed to settle over the room. we all sat down again round the big table. Ryan produced a big tub of ice cream. “I think we all need something to calm us down,” he said. Over the ice cream, and the biscuits which followed (‘cookies’, as we learned to call them) Cy told his story. It was as much news to Jakey and Esau as it was to the rest of us. Cy said that he’d liked looking at boys’ bodies as long as he could remember. “Most boys do, I guess, ‘cos boys hang out with boys and girls hang out with girls. None of the boys I played with as a little kid had sisters, so the only girls I met were in school, and they kept pretty much to each other. When I was about 12 or 13 and started sprouting hair all of us compared to see who was the hairiest and whose dick was biggest. Most of the boys just laughed and made fun of the littlest guy, but I just wanted to see more of their dicks and get down and dirty with them. I’d been jacking off with a kid a bit older than me – Solly – since we were 10, but that’s all we ever did. One day I tried to jack him off, but he pulled away and said I was a faggot. As I was bigger than him I threatened to beat him up if he breathed a word and he promised not to. I was 13 and had no-one to jack off with, and I knew I was a faggot. In a small town like this that aint easy, believe me.” Charlie, who was sitting next to Cy, put his arm round his shoulder. Cy went on. “I wasn’t interested in girls at all, and I took to hanging around the school sports places, trying to look useful but really just gazing at the other boys in their sports kit. One day this kid a couple of years younger than me came and sat next to me in the bleachers, real close. ‘I’ve been watching you’, he said, ‘and I think you’re interested in the same things I am.’ ‘What d’you mean?’ I said, all defensive. ‘You bahçeşehir escort like watching the jocks,’ he said, ‘and it makes you hard,’ and he pointed to my dick, which was as hard as hell. Then he pointed to his dick. ‘Me too,’ he whispered. I didn’t know what to do. Luckily he was smarter than me. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘there’s nicer things to do than watch these idiots,’ and he went off to the school changing rooms. Well, there’s loads of toilets there and we both went to the pissing bit. That gave us a chance to look at each other’s dicks while we pissed. ‘Like it?’ he said. ‘You bet,’ said I, ‘come to my place and we can fool about in our barn.’ I could sense that Jakey and Esau were all agog. Their big brother, a faggot! Who would have thought? “Go on,” I said, “you and this boy got it off.” “Oh brother, did we get it off! It was like a cork coming out of a bottle of soda. We jerked each other off, we sucked each other off, there was nothing we didn’t do in the next couple of days. We had no idea we could fuck each other – as far as we knew guys could only fuck girls. It took almost two years before we got round to fucking, but in those two years we saw each other every few days and I reckon we must’ve sucked each other off hundreds of times. A few days before my 15th birthday he said he had a special present for me. He was going to let me fuck him. Well, you can understand this made me pretty excited, and I could hardly wait. Then on my birthday he broke his arm doing something silly, so the fuck didn’t happen and I was so pissed off I got drunk.” “And we had to jerk you off,” said Jakey. “And I know who he was,” said Esau, “cause he’s in my class, isn’t he? He’s a year older than us, but he’s not all that bright and he had to stay down a year. I remember him breaking his arm. Good old Abe! You lucky lucky fucker!” Cy smiled, somewhat abashed. “The time you saw us was the first time we did it in the house. We’d always done it in the barn before then.” Phil had listened to all this, an amused smile on his lips. “And this Abe is the Abe who knows about the crocodiles and the skinny-dipping?” Esau and Cy both nodded. “And nobody else knows?” “God no,” said Cy, “Abe and I would be skinned alive if Kingston knew we were faggots.” “I think we should make a change to our plans for the weekend, don’t you, gentlemen?” Since ‘gentlemen’ was clearly aimed at Sir’s little gang of miscreants there were six very willing heads nodding in acquiescence. Phil turned to Cy, “how would you like to invite Abe here for the weekend, to see the crocodiles for himself, and to meet a dozen guys who are like you and him?” Cy indicated that few things imaginable could bring greater pleasure. “That’s settled, then. Now, we weren’t very sure about you when you got here, but now we know more about you, and about what you like doing, we ought to think about whether the bedding plans might be changed. There’s four huts, and we three men will stick with where we are. We can fuck our lot any time, and it’s better to give our guests the chance to sleep where they want. There’s six Queen Mary boys and you three and Abe on Saturday. Sort it out among yourselves.” Phil got up, and he and Ryan and Larry left the hut. Immediately Jakey and Esau went to hug Cy. “I wish we’d known earlier,” said Esau. “Yeah,” agreed Jakey, “still, we’ve not wasted too long. We’ve learnt so much from these guys in the last month, and … ” but he couldn’t speak any more as Cy was squeezing both of them. “Is Abe the only boy you’ve fooled around with?” asked Andrew. Cy nodded. “Oh my!” said Esau, “you’ve got a fantastic few days ahead of you, Cy.” The sleeping arrangements were really quite simple. We told them that one hut would have Charlie and me, another Sam and Tim, and the third the As. Cy, Jakey and Esau could choose which hut. “One each,” warned Tim, “and you can change tomorrow night.” “No,” said Alan, “you must change tomorrow night.” Thus it was agreed. Esau would go with the As (as he pointed out, he still needed to be fucked by Andrew), and Jakey chose us, echoing Esau’s need, but in this case for Charlie to do the honours. I caught Charlie’s eye – at Ashokan he had only fucked me. “Is that OK?” I mouthed. “Of course, idiot,” he mouthed back happily. Cy would spend the night with Sam and Tim. It would be an interesting introduction to a wider range of friends. =============================================================================== There hasn’t been much action in the last couple of chapters, but there will be – oh, brother, there will be – next time. The fun continues in Chapter 54 as Cy enjoys his first night with Tim and Sam at Ashokan. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 150 Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn’t your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you’ve come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable – you’re in the right place. Don’t leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty – these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 150 Our merry hijinks at the Deck 9 pool that morning put another pool in my mind as the four of us relaxed after the first round of bedtime jollification. When I shared my moment of illumination Charlie was eager. Colin asked what was special about the pool. Charlie explained that it was a sacred place, and when ordinary passengers were no longer admitted (“he means after it closes at 2100,” I added helpfully) it became enchanted, and fauns and satyrs were to be seen therein. “What tosh, Charlie,” said Felix, “what do you mean?” “Charlie means that it was where he and I first had sex, and to commemorate that event it’s where we whores and the crew members who fucked us used to meet for all kinds of watery fun. “You mean piss,” said Colin. “Yes,” said Charlie, “but a whole lot else as well.” Ten minutes later, when colourful descriptions of the various activities practised over the years in that sacred place had been given, there were two new disciples willing to worship there. I thought it likely that when out two disciples discussed matters with their colleagues we would have a greater number of fauns for the several satyrs. “Tomorrow night,” our bedfellows insisted. I promised to fix things with Larry. Meanwhile we had recovered enough energy for further action with Colin and Felix. “I want you to fuck me, Patrick,” said Felix, “and Charlie has to fuck Colin.” Since neither of us had fucked to boy suggested before this was unlikely to prove unpopular. “That way we’ll all complete the circle,” said Colin. “Hardly,” I said, “neither of us has fucked us. You do fuck, I suppose?” Felix grinned. “Oh yes, Patrick, but we’ve been told to wait until you suggested it.” This wasn’t good news – James seemed to be pulling more strings than was comfortable. “Are there any other little hidden things you’ve been told to keep from us?” I asked. It was Colin’s turn to grin and look angelic. “No, just fucking you. Mr Corrigan felt we shouldn’t be too forward.” This was ridiculous: we were nine former whores who had made substantial sums of money by being forward. “I think we should all agree that whatever James has told you should be taken with a pinch of salt,” I said. “We’re the ones you’re spending time with, so no more secrets, OK?” They both nodded. “The Rule always was, and as far as we’re concerned still is, that nothing’s off limits, and that includes you begging to be fucked. If A wants something and B’s happy then that’s that.” Felix and Colin exchanged a glance, as a result of which Felix assumed the role of spokesman. “In that case we want each of you to fuck us. And since we’re going to be with you for four weeks then each of you can fuck us in as many different ways you can think of. And if A fucks B in a certain way then B gets to fuck A the same way.” “Agreed,” said Charlie, “so long as it doesn’t have to be immediately. Patrick and I need at least 15 minutes to get our breath back.” This considerable under-estimate brought, as Charlie had expected, amused laughter to the two boys. “You two are in charge,” said Felix, and the matter was settled. “Very well,” I said, “the first thing is me getting to grips with you, Felix, and then you can have your wicked way with me later.” Felix purred happily and rubbed his sexy hair on my belly. His mouth, being in the neighbourhood, did nice things too. Charlie and Colin moved across the bed to do whatever ataköy escort nice things the hot night led them to. I was too busy to notice. The nice things that Felix was doing led inevitably to my being deep-throated again, but I allowed my cock to remain in his throat for a few seconds before gently drawing his head back and pulling his mouth to mine. “I love it when you do that,” I whispered, “but tonight I don’t want too much.” Felix nodded. “I want it up me as much as you do, Patrick,” he murmured. “Word’s got round that being fucked by Patrick is a treat well worth waiting for.” With encouragement like that I knew I had to give him something memorable. I’ve described it often enough for you to need the details again, but if I tell you that over an hour passed between my first touching my tongue on his body and when I finally erupted deep inside him and collapsed into the ocean of his two cums on his belly, you’ll be able to picture it all. I rolled off after a few minutes and lay on my back, exhausted and happy. Felix lay across me, his cummy belly on mine. I held his arse, soft, warm and gently leaking onto my leg. A wicked fairy put into my head the idea of rubbing the tip of my finger in the wetness and running it round his arse lips, still puffy from the vigour of the last few minutes of our fuck. “Mmm,” he muttered, “I thought I couldn’t stand any more, but that’s really nice.” There was no way I could fuck him again, but my tongue hadn’t been busy for the last hour. “Turn round, then, and let me kiss it better.” He chuckled – always a sexy sound from a naked boy in bed – and wriggled on me so that his knees were by my armpits and his arse – his gorgeous full-of-spunk arse – was about three inches from my face: my eyes, my lips, my tongue. I resumed work, but this time with my lips rather than my finger. “Oh fuck, Patrick.” It wasn’t the kind of rimming that was going to lead to another orgasm, but it was wonderful for both of us – restful, tender, putting the finishing touches on nearly 90 minutes of non-stop sensory overload. When I tapped his hips and whispered he turned round and we cuddled. He was asleep within a couple of minutes. I looked across to where Charlie was lying. Colin’s head was on his chest and Charlie was looking straight into my eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be as tender with anyone before. Apart from me, that is. I’ve been watching and wondering how I came to be so lucky to have you to live with me and love me.” I smiled. “It’s a mystery, Charlie. Maybe it’s the same reason I have this gorgeous guy living with me.” Charlie snorted and blew me a kiss. “Goodnight, love,” I whispered. Two middle-aged men, each with a beautiful exhausted boy sleeping in his arms, quietly fell asleep thinking about the other, and, for the millionth time, wondering how the hell they got there. At breakfast the next morning – a feast rarely attended at the same time by all of us – the subject of the pool was raised. I was despatched to fix things with Larry. “Colin, you’d better come with me,” I said, “that way you can sort out any future visits.” Larry was in 905 – one of the best Staterooms on the ship. James and Bertie had entertained Tim and me to our first experience of lobster only a few feet away in 902. Larry must have clout. I noted he had a large double bed and although there was no sign of another occupant there had clearly been one. He welcomed us in. “What can I do for you, Patrick? No, let me guess. You want a swim.” “Guilty, but it’s not just me, and it’s not just a swim.” “No, I thought not. I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to ask though. Still, better late than never. Tonight?” I nodded. “OK. 2200?” I nodded. “Who’s coming?” “It’s up to you,” I said, “there’ll be nine of us and Colin thinks that all six of them will be there. I’m happy if you really old guys want to play – there’s enough flesh of all ages to keep everyone happy.” “I’ll ask the others,” merter escort he said. I explained that Colin was with me so that he knew Larry and where he was to be found. “He’ll make the arrangements with you in future if that’s OK,” I said. “Sure. You happy, Colin?” “Oh yes, Larry. I’m happy all right.” He paused, unsure whether he should go on. “Spit it out, Colin,” said Larry, “we’re all grown up. What do you want to say?” “I’ll say it for him, ” I said, “because I’m 99% sure he wants to know what I want to know. None of the six boys James has provided is unaccounted for. Your bed isn’t for solo occupation. You work at a boys’ school – and you got away with not giving us any details the other night – but you said you’d never been caught. That adds up to the idea that you fancy boys still, rather than men. So who are you fucking? Is that what you were itching to ask, Colin?” He nodded. Larry sighed. “This will take time. Why don’t the three of us go to the pool and we can get some coffee on the way. I’ll explain it all then.” A strange procession made its way to the coffee bar on the same deck as the pool: a man of 58, another of 46 and a boy of 16. Colin got three coffees and the three of us sat in a corner. Larry began his story. “I said the other night that I’ve been a sports coach at a boys’ boarding school in the Home Counties and spent over 20 years never getting caught. I’ve been bloody lucky, I suppose, but I wasn’t the only master with a soft spot for boys, and we looked out for each other. Don’t get me wrong – I never did anything with a boy who wasn’t as keen as I was for some extra tuition. You’ll both know that teenagers are very skilled in letting men know that their fancies match the men’s.” Colin and I both grinned, he in the present and I in the distant past. “You, of all people, Patrick, know how easily the message gets across. Anyway, my tastes are for the kind you and Charlie and the others were offering back in 1936. Phil and I were running the men’s arrangements for passengers, but my preference was always for you lot when it wasn’t business.” “That’s nice,” I said, fondly remembering many encounters over the years. Larry went on. “There hasn’t been a year since I joined the school in 1947 when I haven’t had at least one boy with whom I was having regular sex – sex that the boy initiated at least as often as I did. Once they got to about 16 my interest began to wane – not that the 16-year-old wasn’t attractive any more (far from it) – but that the nice pretty 14-year-old who showed an interest was even more attractive. As I’ve got older my tastes seem to be for younger boys. And as I said, I’ve never been caught, or even suspected as far as I know. Certainly the Headmaster has never dropped even a hint, and he’s certainly not one of us.” I said that I envied him in having a string of available willing boys, but that didn’t explain who was keeping him company on Queen Mary. “You’re taking a term’s leave of absence presumably?” “Yes and no, but I don’t have a boy with me,” said Larry. “It’s only half a term really and I am still on duty.” “How come?” said Colin, “what duty can you possibly have miles from the school?” “Work it out,” said Larry, “you have all the evidence you need. I’m on duty, my bed has signs that I’m not sleeping on my own, and I was pretty reticent when we were all telling our stories in the Mauretania Room, and I still haven’t been caught.” “Except by us,” I said, for I had just worked it out. “You must have a pupil with you, but you said you don’t have a boy … wait a minute -” (my eyes lit up) “- you’ve got two boys with you, haven’t you?” Larry grinned. “You haven’t got any less sharp as old age has crept up on you, Patrick. You’re right. Jack is the 14-year-old son of someone with pulling power – not a high-up in Cunard, but still someone who could ask for and get a place on this voyage for his boy. His father insisted that he was allowed to take bahçeşehir escort a friend, and the friend he chose is Adrian, who goes to a different school. My Headmaster is one of those people who always likes to accommodate influential parents, and when the father mentioned the trip earlier this year it all fell neatly into place. The Headmaster knew I would be taking half of the term as unpaid leave, and he begged me to agree to look after the boys. ‘His father’s demanding that he goes on Queen Mary with his friend, but I can’t let a boy his age travel unaccompanied, and God knows what might befall two boys that age. Will you look after them, and forget the unpaid part of your leave?’ he said. Jack wasn’t on my radar at the time, but when I knew that he would be on the same voyage it made sense to find out more about him. Needless to say Jack was as keen to get to know me as I was to get to know him. And I repeat, I haven’t been caught.” “How did you meet Adrian?” I asked. “I’d been contacted by Cunard over a year ago, as I assume you were, so I knew all about it and last December I told the Headmaster. Jack’s invitation came soon after the turn of the year, and by the end of that term Jack and I were regular sinners. He made damn sure that he and Adrian came to see me in the Easter holidays, and he’s obviously told Adrian all about what we got up to. Adrian and Jack had been wank buddies for years by then, so Adrian’s interest in me was pretty much the same as mine in him.” “And you’ve been in clover ever since?” Larry grinned. “Yes, but so have they, don’t forget.” “When do we meet them?” I said, “you can’t keep randy 14-year-olds all to yourself.” “You’ve already met them – well, not met, exactly. Tim tipped Jack into King Neptune’s pool and you tipped Adrian.” I thought hard. There had been four boys tipped in – the 8-year-old, one of around 11 and two older ones. “Why don’t I talk to Jack and see how keen they are to forgive the walruses for what happened.” “You do that,” I said, “and I’ll speak to the other walrus as well. From the sound of things Jack and Adrian are players.” Larry gave me an old-fashioned look. “Be in your Stateroom after lunch – say 1400.” I nodded, “just walruses.” Colin didn’t look too pleased. “Be patient, Colin,” I said after we left Larry, “I’m sure they’ll want to play with your lot as well. I found Tim and dragged him into a corner of a bar. “You remember the two teenagers we tipped in?” “Yes, they looked cute – just like us all those years ago – why?” “They’re coming to visit us at 1400 with Larry. They’re sharing a Stateroom with him.” Tim whistled. “No wonder he said so little the other night. Do you think James knows?” “James knows everything, but I imagine he doesn’t want to be seen to know on this occasion. Jack’s father pulled strings to get the boy on board for the trip of a lifetime and he’s brought a friend with him. Jack’s at Larry’s school and Larry’s been inside Jack’s trousers for some months. Jack and the other boy, Adrian, are, according to Larry, very happy with the arrangement.” “And we are to meet these boys after lunch?” I nodded. “But let’s keep this to ourselves, at least until after we’ve met them. They’re Larry’s little angels, and nothing to do with James’s generous arrangements.” “What about Charlie?” “I’ll get George to involve him in something – don’t worry, it’ll be all right.” I knew that Charlie would understand when I told him what was happening after we’d met Jack and Adrian, whether they were going to form part of our group of friends or not. No secrets, after all. I was very hopeful, and lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 151 as we sail on. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute “I” was. I’m sure he had adventures in real life … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. =============================================================================

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Joel Chapter 17

The ride to the county jail was less than pleasant. My six foot frame with my long legs did not fit well in the back seat of the deputy”s car which was fitted with a barrier between the front and back seats.

Nothing about this whole mess was pleasant. The booking, the finger printing, the strip search, the body cavity search and finally the placement in a cell were all demeaning and degrading particularly when I knew the charges against me were false. I requested to contact my lawyer but was not allowed to do so for nearly two hours. It was almost ten o”clock when I was able to call Benjamin Cross. I didn”t know who else to call since I had never had the need for a criminal defense attorney before.

“Crane, I”m glad you called. I was about to call you. Judge Yates” clerk has told my office that the judge will issue her ruling this afternoon”, Benjamin said.

“That”s great”, I said. “However, that is not what I called you about. I have been arrested and booked on the charge of kidnapping.”

“You what?” he said. “That is ridiculous! Who were you supposed to have kidnapped?”

“Well, you remember when we talked the other day about the boy whose family had abandoned him, Chris Martin? That is who I am supposed to have kidnapped. What is really weird is that he is known to CPS, they know he has been abandoned and to top it off I have been assigned as his foster parent on a temporary basis. In fact Darcie Levin, his case worker from CPS, visited my house and talked to Chris last evening. The CPS case worker for the other boys is the one who filed the complaint with the DA”s office. What am I to do?” I asked.

“I”m not a criminal defense attorney but one of my partners, John Allison, is. I”ll talk to him about your problem and have him or one of his associates come and talk to you. By the way, where are you being held?” he asked.

“I”m in the Comal County Jail. I don”t know what the address is, I”ve never been here before”, I said.

“Don”t worry. Someone from our office will be there as quickly as they can. In the mean time I will get in contact with the CPS office there in San Antonio and see what I can find out. Don”t make any statements or talk to anyone until one of our lawyers gets there”, he said.

The phone call was of little comfort to me. I was more worried about my reputation and the impact that this would have on my business than I was about being found guilty of these blatantly false charges.

Thank goodness Jimmy Sanchez, my new lawyer, arrived about two hours after I called Benjamin. I was a little surprised at his youth. He looked like he was barely old enough to vote let alone be a member of the bar. I was also surprised at his quick work in gathering statements from Darcie Levin and from Jack Hogan surrounding the circumstances of my having temporary custody of Chris. He had also been able to identify the judge who signed the warrant for my arrest.

I don”t know why I was surprised by the fact that the judge ordering my arrest was also the brother-in-law of Judge Frank and cousin of Joyce Gerhig. Here in 1994 the good old boy network was at its peak in Bexar County. The courts served the politically powerful and city council and mayor served only themselves. Corruption was rampant throughout the whole city and county structures. The only way to get something done was to bribe an official.

Another lawyer working with Jimmy had met with the District Attorney”s office and explained to them the ramifications of their filing the charges against me based on false allegations and the possibility of a civil suit. After the DA”s office checked the statement from Darcie and determined that it was accurate they came to the conclusion that they were in deep trouble if I wanted to file a civil suit for damages against them. They immediately went before another judge and got the indictment quashed.

That is a long way of saying Jimmy had come with all the documentation necessary to have me released from jail. It didn”t take me long to get my stuff together and get out of there. Jimmy was kind enough to drive me home. I didn”t want another ride in a patrol car.

Since neither Jimmy nor I had eaten lunch, I invited him in for something to eat. We had barely entered the front door when four young boys nearly bowled me over. TJ jumped up and threw his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. The twins and Chris encircled me with their arms so completely that I was unable to move.

“We heard Hildy tell Mr. Coulter that you were in jail. We were scared, Uncle Crane! We thought you”d never come back”, he cried into my neck.

“Yeah”, the twins echoed.

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I could feel the back of my shirt getting wet from Chris sobbing behind me.

“Everything is okay guys. I don”t have to go to jail any more. Let”s go into the kitchen, I”m hungry. I haven”t had my lunch yet”, I said knowing that the mention of food would change their focus of attention.

I carried TJ into the kitchen followed by everyone else. I put TJ down and introduced Jimmy to them. They all politely shook his hand as I introduced each one in turn. “Where is Joel?” I asked.

Lenny answered, “He is taking a test that Mr. Coulter gave him. You want me to get him?”

“No let him finish it. Would you guys like a snack while Mr. Sanchez and I have our lunch?” I asked knowing that was a foolish question.

Hildy came in just then and took over the preparation of food for Jimmy and I and a snack for the boys. We had no more started eating when Joel appeared and ran to my side throwing his arms around me giving me a tight squeeze.

“I was afraid that you wouldn”t come back”, he sobbed.

“It”s okay. Everything is going to be just fine. I”m not going anywhere. Why don”t you have a snack with your brothers?” I said trying to divert his attention.

After we finished eating and the boys finished their snack which was more than what Jimmy and I had for lunch, I decided to call Benjamin to see if he had any news.  Unfortunately he was not available and his secretary did not have any information for me.

I thanked Jimmy profusely as we walked to his car and told him if I ever needed a criminal defense lawyer again I would definitely call on him. I also thanked my lucky stars that I had hired Benjamin and his law firm. I don”t know where I could have turned that would have gotten the results that they achieved for me.

Paul Coulter was getting his things together when I re-entered the house. “Paul, I didn”t know you were still here”, I said quite surprised.

“I needed to correct the test that I gave Joel and then I wanted to talk to you before I left. By the way, Joel did very well on the achievement test I administered despite being distracted by your predicament. He should do very well at Corinthian. If it is alright with you I will wrap up today. I have finished all that I planned to do with Joel and will not come back tomorrow, if that”s okay. That will give him a day off with the other boys. I know it has been on his mind that they have not had to go to school and he had to so it might make him feel better”, Paul said.

“No, that”s fine. You have done an outstanding job with him and I appreciate everything that you have done. Joel loves to learn and you are one of the reasons that he does. I wish you well in you new position at the Academy and I”m sure that Joel is looking forward to seeing you there. Good luck!” I told him as I shook his hand and saw him to the door.

“Hildy”, I said as I returned to the kitchen “I think I”ll take the boys out for pizza tonight. Do you want to come along?”

“If you think you can handle all of them alone I won”t go. I have a meeting at the church tonight that I would like to go to”, she replied.

“Go to your meeting. I have got to get used to managing all of them by myself. I know we will be alright. I plan to take them to Chuckie Cheeze. They have all sorts of games for them to play and their pizzas are okay too. I think they should have fun”, I said.  “What kid could pass up pizza and games? I think I”ll wait a while before I tell them. I don”t want to set them off this early.”

The phone started ringing as I went into my bedroom to change out of my “prison clothes” into my swim trunks. It was Benjamin returning my call from earlier.

“Benjamin, I hope you have good news for me. This has not been the best day I have ever had.”

“Yes, I have some good news. Judge Yates has ordered that you continue custody of the Andersen boys until such time a new hearing decides their ultimate fate. She has also remanded the case to Judge Riley and has prohibited Judge Frank from any further involvement with the case. She has also ordered CPS to assign another case worker to the boys and has issued a stinging rebuke to Ms. Gerhig.”

“That”s good”, I replied.

“Speaking of Ms. Gerhig, I have spoken to the CPS supervisor there in San Antonio about the fiasco that occurred this morning and the distinct probability that you would be seeking some sort of legal redress for the humiliation you were put through. I hinted to him that he and any others involved in the supervision of Ms. Gerhig may well find themselves called to account for her actions as well. But, that you might feel less inclined to include them in any call for redress if Ms. Gerhig were no longer employed there. I hope that I phrased that diplomatically enough that it did not sound like an outright threat but at the same time got my message across loud and clear. My sources have told me that she has been suspended and will face termination proceedings next week. God bless the civil service! They can”t just out and out fire someone no matter how egregious their behavior. They have to make sure all the papers are filled out merter escort and filed correctly.”

“When will the hearing before Judge Riley occur? She is the same judge that will be handling Chris” hearing. Do you think we could combine the two in order to save time?” I asked.

“That sounds like a good idea. I”ll contact CPS again and suggest that to them. I think that I have softened them up enough so that they will be amenable. Crane, if you do want to file a civil suit against her and others, you should probably hire someone who specializes in civil law. No one in our office does, but I can give you the names of some very good ones if you want.”

“Thanks, Benjamin. I need some time to think it over. It might only bring more publicity to the situation and cause more damage. I”ll let you know. Thanks again. I really appreciate what you and your firm have done for me”, I told him before we hung up.

I finished changing into my swim trunks and went to find the boys. “Does anyone want to swim with me?” I asked. “If you do you better get changed.”

I was nearly trampled in the rush as they darted back inside to get changed. We ended up swimming and playing the old favorite king of the hill until nearly four o”clock. By that time I was exhausted and had retired to the sideline while the boys continued to play a game of dunk tag. They took it easy on TJ just keeping him involved enough to think that he was part of the game without picking on him because he was the easiest target.

Finally I said to them, “Would you guys like to go out for pizza tonight?”

I was overwhelmed by a chorus of “Yea!”, “Oh Boy!”, “Yes!,Yes!”

“Well I guess that is settled. Go get the chlorine washed off in the shower and put on some clean shorts and tee shirts and we”ll head out”, I said as I got out of the pool followed quickly by a flock of dripping boys. Oh well, as long as they don”t slip and fall I thought.

I was reminded again of the limited seating capacity of the Land Rover as I buckled the boys into their seats. TJ wanted the rear fold down seat so that solved the problem at least this time.

The nearest Chuckie Cheeze was on the north side of San Antonio so it took us about 30 minutes to get there. Thankfully we were going against the flow of rush hour traffic. When I had asked the boys earlier if they had ever been to a Chuckie Cheeze they all said they had not. Well they are in for a treat I thought. This could be fun.

The place was not too crowded when we got there so we had our pick of the tables. I shoved a couple together so that all six of us could sit down around them. I ordered three large pizzas and hoped that it would be enough to fill the bottomless pits that masqueraded as boys. I also got a stack of tokens and passed them out to the boys and escorted them to the games and showed them how to put the tokens in and how some of the games worked. It didn”t take long before all five of them were playing the games like they had been doing it all of their lives. I had to sit back and enjoy their happy faces and laughter. The only thing that caused them to pause was the need to grab a quick drink of their sodas.

When the pizzas arrived I almost had to tear them away from the games but finally the smell of the pizzas overcame the attraction of the games. It was a good thing I ordered the pizzas I did because there was only one slice left when they finished. I did get a couple pieces by risking my fingers as I retrieved them.

“Hi Miss Levin! Hi Miss Levin!” the boys shouted. “Uncle Crane, there is Miss Levin.”

When I turned around Darcie was standing at a table a couple removed from ours. She started our way when she recognized the boys. Following behind her were a strikingly handsome man and a boy who looked to be about 8 or 9 years of age.

I stood as they approached and reached out to shake her hand when she arrived.

Darcie, it”s good to see you again so soon”, I said. “This is a coincidence meeting you here like this.”

“I didn”t know whether you would speak to me again or not after what you went through today because of one of our case workers”, she replied.

“I know that was not your fault. Thank you for helping to get it straightened out so quickly”, I said.

“Crane, I”d like you to meet my brother Eric Levin. Eric, this is Crane Johnson and these are his foster children”, she introduced us. “This young man is Eric”s son Eric Junior. He likes to be called JR.”

Eric was nearly my height and had an extremely athletic build. It was not a bodybuilder shape. It was more like a gymnast”s body. His polo shirt molded to his body as if it had been painted on. His wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and hips. He could easily have been a model.

“Please sit down. The boys are itching to go back and play the games again. Would JR like to go with the boys?” I asked Eric trying not to stare at him.

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Let me get some tokens and I”ll be right back”, he said.

Eric came back shortly and the three of us chatted about nothing in particular as we watched the boys enjoying the games. JR seemed to fit right in with my boys. They were bahçeşehir escort having the time of their lives when Darcie and Eric”s pizzas arrived. JR resisted leaving the games but like most boys the food won out.

While we were talking I found out that Eric had just recently divorced his wife. It seems that she had run away with another man leaving JR with his dad. I also discovered that he had a small network consulting firm in Houston that he wanted to sell and move to San Antonio. He was in town to scout out the possible employment opportunities and to visit his sister.

When I asked him what type of job he was looking for he reeled off a whole string of computing and computer related jobs that he was qualified for. I was as impressed with his resume as I was with his physique. I explained I owned a consulting firm and we were always looking for talented people and that networking expertise was an area that we didn”t have in-house. We always had to sub that out to other groups when we had a project that called for it.

“Look, if you are interested, why don”t you call my office manager, Foster Brandt, and set up an interview with him tomorrow. Foster conducts the initial screening of all applicants and then recommends to me whether or not we can use the candidate. I”ll leave a message for him that you will be calling.  Foster gets in around nine in the morning so you can call him any time after that”, I told him as I gave him my card with Foster”s number on the back.

“Thanks, Crane. I have heard good things about CCC. I have always heard that you do a quality job. I”ll call Foster first thing in the morning”, Eric said.

Darcie was sort of left out of our conversation. It seemed that Eric and I were the only ones there. I was quickly brought back to reality when Joel and TJ rushed up. Joel was holding a long string of tickets about two feet long. TJ had a smaller string.

“Can we go trade these in for a prize?” Joel asked.

“Sure, go get the other boys. It”s time we started home anyway”, I told them.

“It was good to see you again Darcie and very nice to meet you Eric. I hope we meet again”, I said as I went to herd the boys to the prize counter.

TJ was the first to reach the prizes and quickly decided which one he wanted. It was a small stuffed replica of a bear, one of the animated characters in the “live” show that each Chuckie Cheeze has.

“I want that one”, TJ said looking up at me.

“You don”t have enough tickets for that one”, I told him gently after looking at his string of tickets and the “price” of the toy.

“I do”, Joel said.

“But you won”t be able to get anything for yourself if you use yours for TJ”, I said.

“It”s okay. TJ and I can share”, he responded.

The lump in my throat was so large that I was unable to respond. I just nodded my head as he and TJ pooled their tickets to “purchase” the stuffed toy. How could any boy who has gone through the hell he has be so caring and unselfish? I wanted to pick him up and give him a big hug but settled for giving his shoulder a squeeze and patting him on the back. I didn”t want to embarrass him in public.

Chris and the twins had enough tickets between them combined with the few that Joel had left of his for each to get some small trinkets. Joel left with nothing but my admiration.

When we got home I called Foster”s number at the office and left him a voice mail telling him to expect Eric”s call. I told him that I would rely on his judgment as to whether or not to hire Eric.  I also took care of some other business that I needed Foster to handle for me.

It wasn”t long before the boys began to have hunger pangs and asked what they could have for a snack. After looking to see what Hildy had left, they settled for ice cream and chocolate chip cookies. The five of them completely demolished a half gallon carton of ice cream in one sitting.

I sent the other boys off to get their showers taken but asked Joel to stay behind.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked with a scared look in his eyes.

“Oh, no son! You did something very right. I just wanted to say how very proud I am of you and how much I love you. You gave up your prize tonight so that TJ could have what he wanted. That was so good of you to do that”, I said as I reached out to him. I gave him the big hug that I wanted to give him earlier and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you for being the wonderful boy that you are. Please don”t change”, I choked out giving him another hug. “Now go get your shower taken.”

“But TJ wanted that little bear”, he said looking at me with those beautiful azure eyes. “I could never give him anything before. It makes me feel good to give him something. Besides he”s little. He needs toys more than me.”

TJ was hugging his little bear toy when I said goodnight to Joel and him. Chris was again in bed with the twins. He looked at me with questioning eyes, but when I leaned over and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead he relaxed visibly. This is not going to work long term. We are going to have to come up with more suitable sleeping arrangements.

Finishing my bedtime ritual, I climbed into bed. My thoughts went back to Eric and Darcie. How could I be attracted to both of them? I had never been so turned on by a man before. I was also turned on by Darcie. What”s the matter with me? I always considered myself to be completely heterosexual. I was so confused by my conflicting emotions that sleep did not come easily.

TBC

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Joel IV Chapter 14 I rushed on home wondering if Cary had taken a sudden turn for the worse. He had been doing so well the last time we had seen him. Parking the car, I entered the house. I could hear Hildy on the phone as I closed the front door.

“I”m sure it will be all right,” Hildy said into the phone. “Here he is now. I”ll let you talk to him.” She paused to listen and then handed me the phone. “It”s Bea Meyer.”

“Bea, this is Crane. I saw the ambulance as I was driving by your place. What”s happening?”

“Crane, I was just asking Hildy if it would be all right for me to bring the kids by when the girls get home from school. I need to get to the hospital. My mother has gone back to Phoenix and I don”t have anyone to take care of them and we haven”t made any other friends who I could call on.”

“Of course they can stay here. If you”d like, I”m sure that Hildy would be willing to come and wait on the girls so you could get to the hospital sooner.” I saw Hildy nodding her head in agreement. “She can be there in five minutes.”

“That would be great. Their school bus should be here in about 20 minutes. I could drop Cary by on my way to the hospital,” Bea said.

“Oh, my God,” I said. “I just assumed that the ambulance was for Cary. Who was it for?”

“I”m sorry, I”m so upset. I forgot to tell you. It was Barth. He had a heart attack. He wasn”t feeling well this morning and stayed home from work. He started having chest pains this afternoon and when they got worse, I called 911. He objected, but I”m glad I did. The paramedic said it was a good thing I called when I did.”

“Look, if your kids need to spend the night, Hildy has a spare bedroom for the girls and I”m sure that we can make room for Cary. My boys can always double up. Don”t worry about your kids. We”ll take good care of them. You just look after Barth. He needs you the most now.”

“That”s very kind of you. I”ll call you from the hospital and let you know if I”ll be staying the night there.”

“Hildy”s on her way to your house now. If you need some help with Cary, let me know and I”ll come right over.”

“I can manage him fine now that we have the van back. With the lift on it, he can get his chair in and out of it very easily. I”ll bring him by as soon as Hildy arrives.”

“I”ll meet you at the gate to our property. I meet the boys there when they arrive home from school. I”ll see you in a few minutes.” I hung up the phone and then went to release the dogs. They raced ahead of me toward the gate, knowing that their boys were due home any minute.

Bea arrived driving the van before I could get the gate opened. The dogs look at the strange van, not knowing what was going on. I ordered them to stay and went to assist Bea get Cary out of the van. I”m glad the dog trainer I had hired to train the dogs had done a good job because they obeyed my commands. I didn”t want them to jump on Cary the way they do the boys.

“Hi Mister Johnson,” Cary said with difficulty.

“Hello Cary, my sons are going to be happy that you”re here,” I said. I took hold of the grips on his wheelchair and helped him maneuver it off the lift as it reached the ground. As we turned around, Samson had come up behind us. He peered up at me with an almost guilty look in his eyes before he placed his chin on Cary”s thigh. Cary smiled at Samson and with great effort, moved his hand over and slowly stroked Samson”s head. I couldn”t be mad at Samson for disobeying my command because of the happiness he seemed to bring to Cary.

“Crane, I really appreciate your looking after Cary and the girls. I don”t know what I would have done otherwise,” Bea said. As she started back to the van she turned to Cary and told him she would call later this evening.

“Bea, drive safely,” I said. “Your family needs you now, more than ever.”

I helped Cary navigate inside the gate as Bea drove off for the hospital. She was barely out of site when the boys” school van came into view. There was no holding back the dogs as the van stopped. They were at its door almost before it had come to a complete stop. After their usual enthusiastic greeting, the boys noticed Cary.

“Cary!” the twins shouted in unison. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, guys,” Cary said, as the twins and Chris descended on him.

“Cary is going to stay here for a while, maybe all night,” I told them.

“Cool,” Lenny said. “Let”s go see what Hildy has for our snack.”

“Hildy went to Cary”s house to get his sisters. She”ll be back in a few minutes,” I said. “You guys go wash your hands and get your clothes changed. Hildy should be back by that time.”

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The twins slung their backpacks over their shoulders and each grabbed one of the grips on Cary”s wheelchair and began pushing it toward the house, Chris leading the way. The chair was electrically powered, but the boys pushed it anyway. Off the four of them went giggling all the way.

“How come Cary and his sisters are going to be here?” Joel asked.

I looked over at TJ, who was talking to Bandit, before I answered. “Cary”s dad had to go to the hospital and his mom had to go to be with him.”

“Is he really sick?”

“Yes, son, he is. He had a heart attack. That can be very serious.”

“Is he going to die?”

“I don”t know. I hope he”ll be fine.”

“Me, too,” Joel said. “He seems like a nice man.”

“I think so, too,” I said, giving Joel”s shoulder a squeeze.

“Dad, can John come over after supper? We have a big Texas history test tomorrow and we need to study. His mom will bring him over if you can take him home. Please?”

“I guess so. One more won”t make that much difference. Would you like to invite him to eat with us?”

“He can”t, he has some chores to do before he can come.”

“Okay, then, call him and tell him it”s fine for him to come and he can tell his mother that I”ll take him home.”

“Thanks, dad,” Joel said, before he and Samson jogged off toward the house.

Bandit saw Joel and Samson take off, so naturally he followed suit. That caused TJ to take off after them leaving me by myself to make my way to the house. When I got there, the six boys were standing in the kitchen area waiting anxiously for Hildy. I knew Hildy had prepared a large bowl of banana pudding, so I told Joel to set out bowls for everyone and I retrieved the pudding from the refrigerator. As I filled each bowl, Joel placed it in front of the others in turn. The twins, as they did the previous time Cary was here, sat on either side of him and began taking turns feeding him as well as themselves.

I poured six glasses of milk and put them in front of the boys. I put a straw in Cary”s glass so he could drink it without the aid of the twins. He looked up and gave me his crooked smile.

Joel was loading the dishwasher with the dishes that Chris handed him after they had been rinsed in the sink when Hildy arrived with Kathy and Lori.

“Sorry it took us so long,” Hildy said, as she rushed into the kitchen. “The girls decided to pack a few things in case they had to spend the night. They also brought some clothes for Cary. I see the boys have already had their snacks. Is there any pudding left for the girls?”

“They tried, but they couldn”t eat it all. I think there”s enough for them,” I said. “Oh, by the way, Joel”s friend John will be here after supper, so count on one more for a snack later.”

“Come along, girls,” Hildy said, urging Kathy and Lori to take a seat at the kitchen table. “If we don”t get you your snack, the boys may get hungry again and eat it all up.” That brought a laugh from the girls.

Manfred was delighted when he saw Kathy and Lori. He and his late wife had always wanted daughters, but were unable to have any more children after Horst was born. I think Hildy was the same way. She and her first husband weren”t able to have children of their own. She doted on the boys, but having girls in the house brought out a softer side of Hildy.

John arrived shortly after the supper dishes had been cleared from the table. We had fed the eight kids first since that was all the chairs we had for the table. Hildy, Manfred and I had just seated ourselves when John and Pauline buzzed from the front gate. Joel went to greet them at the door. I followed him and invited Pauline to sit with us and have a cup of coffee. She refused, saying she had to get back to her daughters. It seemed they had persuaded her that they were old enough to stay at home by themselves while she drove John over here.

Joel hugged John and they went off to Joel”s room to begin their study for tomorrow”s test. I hoped what they studied was history and not anatomy.

A little after eight, Bea called. She said that Barth was still in ICU and would probably remain there until tomorrow some time. “I”d like to spend the night here at the hospital,” she said. “Are you sure it”s all right for Cary and the girls to stay over? I know it”s an imposition…”

“Bea, you look after Barth. We”ll make out fine. Hildy is ecstatic to have some girls around after being surrounded by seven guys all the time. Your girls packed some clothes before Hildy brought them here. They also thought to bring some for Cary. They”ll be fine. Don”t worry about them.”

“I”ll be home tomorrow in time to take Cary for his dialysis at one,” Bea said.

“Look, if it would help, one of us could take Cary for his dialysis. Just let us know where he needs to go. Let”s play it by ear,” I said. “If Barth is better by then and you feel comfortable leaving him, then you can take him. Otherwise, it is no imposition for us to do it.”

“Thanks, I”ll let you know tomorrow morning what I”m going to do.”

“Would you like to speak to your daughters or Cary?” I asked.

“Yes, could you put Kathy on, please?”

Kathy talked to her mother for several minutes. When she hung up the phone she had tears in her eyes. Hildy, who had been nearby, saw this, went to Kathy and enveloped her in a hug.

“It”s all right, honey,” Hildy said. “Your dad”s going to be fine. He”s getting the best care the doctors can give him. Now, how about you come help me start getting a snack ready for everyone?”

“Mom asked me if we could bring her a change of clothes tomorrow. She told me what to get out of her closet. Can we go do that?”

“Why don”t we go over to your house in the morning before the bus comes to pick you and Lori up for school and we can get everything for her then?”

“Okay.”

I went to check on the boys to see halkalı escort if they had completed their homework. Chris and the twins said they only had to do some reading for their geography class. They had taken turns reading it aloud to Cary. TJ showed me that he had completed all of his homework, so I sat down with him to check it. That didn”t take me very long. TJ was becoming an excellent student. His cursive handwriting was much better than mine was.

As I was getting up to go check on Joel and John, I heard Cary call my name. I went over to see what he wanted. He motioned for me to lean down, which I did. He whispered that he had to go to the bathroom. I guess he was embarrassed to have the boys help him. I nodded and he followed me in his wheelchair to the bathroom in my bedroom. I was a little apprehensive about how we were going to accomplish this. When we got to the bathroom, I asked him how I could help him. He told me what to do in his slow, slurred speech. It had been many years since I had changed a baby so I was not exactly an expert when it came to cleaning up someone who had to use the toilet. We managed with as little embarrassment to each of us as was possible.

He rolled back to the other boys and I went to check on Joel and John. I tapped lightly on the bedroom door before I slowly opened it. I was not surprised that they were both a little flushed and their clothes were in slight disarray.

“How”s the studying for the test coming?” I asked.

“Fine, dad, we”re going to ace it,” Joel answered.

“Yeah,” John added, “Joel really knows his stuff.”

“So do you,” Joel said, smiling at his friend.

“That”s great,” I said. “I think Hildy is getting your snack ready. After you have it, it”ll be time to take John back home.”

Arriving in the kitchen, we saw Hildy dishing up hot apple cobbler and Kathy topping it with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream. Lori, Chris, the twins and Cary were already sitting at the table anxiously waiting for their treat. Manfred was standing by, smiling at the goings on.

The adults decided to forego the snack for the sake of our waistlines, but I think the kids made up for it.

“That was good, Hildy,” Lori said. I was a little surprised that she spoke up. She had always been so shy and quiet.

“Thank you, honey,” Hildy replied. “I”m glad you liked it. Would you like to help me load the dishwasher?”

“Uh huh,” Lori said, smiling broadly.

“Okay, John, it”s time to get you home before your mother begins to worry. Gather up your stuff,” I said. “Manfred, would you mind watching the boys until I get back? I should be back in about half an hour.”

“Sure thing, Crane,” Manfred answered. “Maybe I”ll read them a story while you”re gone.”

“I”m sure they”ll like that. I started reading them a story last weekend. I think the book is on the coffee table, if you want to continue with it. I”m sure I bookmarked where I left off reading.”

“Great, I”ll do that,” Manfred said. “Okay, guys, and you too girls, let”s go into the living room and I”ll read to you until Crane gets back.”

While John went to get his things together, I noticed that Hildy had taken a seat on the couch between Kathy and Lori. The boys had taken seats on the floor, except for Cary. His wheelchair was flank by Larry and Lenny.

Joel and John piled into the back seat of the BMW. I made sure they had their seatbelts on before I started down the driveway. In the few minutes that it took to reach John”s house, he and Joel were whispering to each other. As we drove into the Gordinier”s driveway, Joel asked, “Dad, will you take us to see a movie on Saturday?”

I smiled before I answered. “Do you want me to go with you or do you two want to go by yourselves?”

“Well…” Joel giggled. “We just want you to take us there and then come back and pick us up.”

“I thought so,” I said. “Let me know what the movie is and I”ll check it out. Assuming it”s not R rated, I don”t see any problem.”

“Thanks, dad,” Joel said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Pauline turned on the front porch light as I stopped the car. I got out and went to talk to her while Joel and John went inside the house. “Don”t be long,” I told Joel. “We have to get back home. It”s almost time to get ready for bed.”

“Okay.”

A couple of minutes later Joel emerged from the house and headed for the car. I said goodbye to Pauline and prepared to take off for home. Joel was quiet as we drove. We were about halfway home when I asked him, “Is something wrong, son?”

“Not really, it”s just so unfair.”

“What”s unfair?”

“Well, I like John a whole lot and he likes me, too. But I have to hide how much when we”re at school. Why can”t it be different? Why is it some people think it”s so awful?”

“Son, there”s no easy answer to that. Prejudice has no rational reason. Some people hate out of ignorance. Some people hate out of misguided religious beliefs. Some people hate anything that is different. I know it”s not easy for you. Just know that there are a lot of people who love you for who you are and it doesn”t matter to us who you love. Having said that, it is wise for you not to show too much affection for John at school or in other public places until you are a lot older.”

“I guess,” he said sadly.

Manfred was still reading to the crowd when Joel and I entered the house. When he heard us he looked up and then continued to read for a couple more minutes until he came to the end of the chapter.

“Thanks for babysitting, Manfred,” I said.

“Dad, we”re not babies,” Lenny said indignantly.

“You”re right. I apologize. Now, go get your showers taken and get ready for bed.”

“What about me?” Cary asked softly.

“Well, if you like, you can use my bathtub. I can help bathe you, if that”s all right?”

“Okay.”

Hildy and the girls took off for their part of the house as Cary and I headed for my bedroom. Undressing Cary was no mean feat. şirinevler escort Although he was not very tall or heavy, maneuvering him to remove his clothing wasn”t easy. I had started the water running in the tub before I started the undressing. I tested the water to make sure it was neither too hot nor too cool before I lifted Cary and lowered him into the water. I managed to get him bathed with little difficulty. I think he was more embarrassed than when he used the toilet.

When we were finished with his bath and I had his pajamas on him, I lifted him into his wheelchair and we went to where he was going to sleep. The boys had worked out the sleeping arrangements. Lenny had moved in with Larry in one bed leaving his for Cary. I lifted Cary into the vacated bed and tucked him in before tucking in Chris and the twins.

“All right boys, no talking. Sleep tight, I love you.”

I repeated the process with Joel and TJ before going back into the living room to catch up on my emails and other correspondences. There was nothing pressing in either so I picked up the morning paper that I had not finished before I took off for work this morning. Manfred startled me when he came in and sat down on the couch.

“Hildy kicked me out while the girls are getting ready for bed,” he laughed. Then in a more serious tone, “She is in second heaven with those girls here. So am I, if the truth be told. You know we love your boys, but having girls around is something special for both of us.”

“I can understand that. Hildy is surrounded by seven males almost every day. The only time she sees another woman is when she goes to church or when Marie is here. I don”t think I”ll adopt a daughter just so she”ll have a girl to help raise, though,” I said.

“No,” Manfred said. “That would be a bit extreme. Before the old house burned down, Hildy and I were talking about the possibility of becoming foster parents. Maybe after the new one is complete we”ll think about it again.”

“That”s an excellent idea,” I said. “You and Hildy would make fabulous foster parents. I say you should go for it. You might want to get started on the certification process. It can take a while to cut through all the red tape.”

“Thanks, I”ll talk to Hildy about it to see if she”s still interested. Well, the girls should be safely tucked into bed. I”ll see you in the morning. Good night, Crane.”

“Good night.”

The next morning was a mad house with seven kids eating breakfast and trying to get ready for school. Hildy took Kathy and Lori and left early so that they could get the change of clothes that Bea asked for. Cary went with the boys and me as we went down the driveway to wait for their school van. I felt sorry for him as my boys got on the van and headed off to school. They waved to him as they rode off. Bea was home schooling Cary until the next semester started in hopes of getting him into Corinthian Academy. I thought perhaps that he could have a day of vacation from his studies.

After all the activity of the morning, the house was deserted when Cary and I returned. I ask him what he would like to do. He said he would like to watch some TV. I turned the set on and placed the remote in his lap so that he could choose the program he wanted to watch. I then went to finish reading the morning paper and have a second cup of coffee.

When I thought that Carol would be in the foundation office, I called to let her know that I probably wouldn”t be in all day. I told her what was going on. She said she would call if there was anything urgent that neither she or Paul could handle. I thanked her and hung up the phone.

About ten minutes and another cup of coffee later, Bea called. “Good morning, Crane. How did you get along with Cary and the girls?”

“We managed just fine. I haven”t seen Hildy this happy in a long time. She and the girls really hit it off. How”s Barth doing?”

“I just talked to the cardiologist. He said Barth is doing better and they were going to take him out of ICU and put him in a regular room later this morning. He”s still going to be hooked up to all sorts of monitors, but the doctor said the greatest danger had passed.”

“That”s great news. Did the doctor give you any estimate as to when Barth could come home?”

“He said if he continues to improve, it might be as soon as Monday. Did the girls get off to school all right?”

“I assume so. Hildy went with them to your house to get the change of clothes you asked for. She hasn”t returned yet. Either she or I will be bringing the clothes to you later this morning. Do you know what room Barth will be in when he gets out of ICU?”

“Yes, the room number is 714.”

As we were talking I heard the front door open. I assumed that it was Hildy until I heard the familiar clump of Ricky”s rubber tipped peg leg. Before I knew it, I had a lap full of three year-old.

“Hi,” he said.

“Bea, sorry about the confusion. My housekeeper”s little boy just climbed onto my lap. Don”t worry about your kids. They”re being well cared for. If Barth is up for visitors, we can bring them by this evening. I”ll get in touch with you later today. Goodbye.”

“All right, munchkin,” I said to Ricky. “How are you this morning?”

“Fine,” was his one-word response.

“You are a man of few words, aren”t you?”

“Uh huh.”

I stood up with Ricky in my arms and went to find Marie. I found her in the living room talking to Hildy. Ricky squirmed down, went over to Cary and began inspecting the wheelchair. He walked all around it before he stopped in front of the chair and looked up at Cary. When Cary gave him a crooked smile, Ricky proceeded to climb into Cary”s lap. Cary smiled again and slowly wrapped his right arm around Ricky whose head was snuggled on Cary”s left shoulder.

“That”s amazing,” Marie said. Looking at what her son had done. She looked at me, “He won”t hurt him, will he?”

“No, I don”t think he could hurt Cary. That”s a great scene,” I said.

“He”s an angel,” Hildy said in a choked voice. “I think he”s found a new friend.”

To be continued.

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Joel VII Chapter 10

Chapter 10

On the way to the church, I explained to the boys what I thought the funeral service would be like. Not having been to a Lutheran service since I was in prep school, I was a little unclear as to what was expected of the people attending.

We arrived about twenty minutes before the service was to begin. I found a parking space close to the church entrance in the adjacent lot. As we exited the van, I checked to make sure that the boys had not loosened their ties and were still appropriately attired. At the door we were met by an usher and shown to a pew a few rows back from the front.

Susan”s open casket was placed in front of the lectern. A number of people would approach the casket, pause briefly as they viewed her, cross themselves and return to their pew.

“Dad, can I go up there, too?” Chris whispered.

I nodded before turning to the other boys and said quietly, “You guys stay here. We”ll be right back.”

Joel elected to go with us. We slid out of the pew and as we started toward the casket, I placed my arm around Chris” shoulder and Joel did likewise from the other side. I could feel his body tighten the closer we got to the casket. We stood there viewing the remains of the beautiful, young lady that was Chris” first real love. After a moment, he looked up at me with tears in his eyes and murmured, “Okay.” I handed him my handkerchief and the three of us returned to our pew.

Thankfully the service was short and the boys were all very well behaved. When it ended, the attendees were asked to stand as the casket was closed and the pallbearers carried it down the aisle preceded by the family. I didn”t know if it were a tradition in the Lutheran Church or whether it was a local custom, but the family was at the door of the church to accept condolences from people as they left. Chris, Joel and I shook their hands and made a few appropriate remarks. The other boys just shook the extended hands. Since the internment was to be in the family plots in Round Rock and few people at the funeral would be there, perhaps this was to replace the custom of offering condolences at the burial site.

As soon as we were in the van and preparing to head for home, Lenny asked, “Can we take off our ties?”

“Yes,” I laughed, “you can take off your ties. You guys were very good all through the funeral. Would you like to stop for a treat somewhere?”

That was enthusiastically received by all of them. Since we had to drive by the Dairy Queen on the way home, we stopped there. I told the boys to take off their school blazers as well before we went inside for the treats. For some reason, ice cream seemed to have an attraction to the front of the younger boys” clothes. We were lucky that there were no customers waiting to be served ahead of us. It still took a while before the clerk was able to get all of our orders taken. We found that the largest booth in the place was available and the eight of us filled it to capacity. Several minutes later, two of the workers arrived with our orders.

It was a good thing that I told them to take off their school blazers, especially Peter and William. I was not sure if they got more of their chocolate sundaes in their mouths or on their faces. It took a while and a lot of wet paper napkins before I pronounced them clean enough to get into the van.

“Are you okay?” I asked Chris as we exited the van at home.

“Yeah,” he said. “I”m glad I got to see her one last time. It hurts. I”m gonna miss her.”

“Just remember,” I said, “you have a lot of people who love you and if you ever want to talk to me or your brothers, we”re here for you.”

“I know. Larry and Lenny and I talked about it last night. It helped. They understand. They lost their mother. That had to be worse.”

“Go change your clothes. I think your dog needs some attention,” I said. “I love you, son. You”re very special to me.”

After supper, Donald and I were sitting in the living room with a glass of wine. Lenore was sitting in her daddy”s lap. “I got a call from Kelly today,” Donald said.

“Oh, he”s your long lost relative. How is he doing at the university?” I asked.

“Excellent. He was all excited. His grade report came out a week or so ago and it was straight A”s,” Donald said. “I had the manager of my engineering and construction company get in contact with him to make sure he was planning on interning there this summer. Kelly said he couldn”t wait for summer vacation to begin. That”s why he called me, to thank me for the opportunity.”

“What”s he doing for Spring Break?” I asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about that. He”s going to be on break at the same time the boys are and I thought, if you don”t mind, I would ask him to join us in Las Vegas.”

“Why would I mind? I liked him and so did the boys,” I said. “I know William and Lenore were fond of him when we were in New Orleans while you were in the hospital there.”

“Have you rented those condos again this year?” I asked.

“Yes, I only reserved the one two-storey,” Donald replied. “I asked Manfred if they wanted to go with us again this year, but he said they couldn”t take Brittanie out of the state, if she were still in their care. Gilda has agreed to go and look after Lenore.”

“I wonder if Kelly plays golf,” I said.

“I asked him that when I talked to him. He said he had never tried. He was always just trying to get by and go to college,” Donald said. “He never had any time to spare and, to him, golf was a game for the rich that he couldn”t afford.”

“Maybe we”ll have to get him some lessons while we”re there,” I said.

“Have you decided what you”re going to do with those two lots you reserved along the golf course?” Donald asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I had initially considered building a vacation home for us. The more I başakşehir escort think of it, however, I don”t think that is practical. It would be years before we could make much use of it. The only time we could use it for any length of time would be in the summers. Chris and the twins will probably be going to tennis camp each summer for the next four or so years, so they couldn”t spend much time there. TJ and Peter are more interested in the horses and their dogs, plus the pool. Maybe after all the kids have gone off to college it might make sense to have a house there.”

“From what Fenton said today when I talked to him, he has had a number of buyers who had asked about those two lots,” Donald said. “You could probably make a tidy profit on them, if you decided to sell.”

“I”ll think about it,” I said. “Did Fenton mention how the golf courses were coming along when you talked to him?”

“He said the Nicklaus course is completely ready. They”re fine tuning the bunkers and greens, but it”s ready to play. The Palmer course still has about a week of work to be done on it before it”s ready for play. He also indicated that the overall manager has hired the two pros and they are getting their shops set up and ready for business. The driving range is open and the members have been making use of it for about ten days. The practice putting-greens still need about a week before they will let the members on to practice.”

“It sounds as if everything will be ready for the opening when we get there in a few weeks. I know Joel is looking forward to playing both courses while we”re there.”

Thursday morning I asked Joel if he had gotten his paper turned in for his economics class yesterday.

“Yes,” he said. “I like that class. It”s interesting and really has a lot of implications for business.”

“So, are you thinking of changing majors in college?” I asked.

“No way! Computers and programming and how they work are the things I still want to study,” he said. “But, there are other things that interest me as well.”

“Good,” I said, “you need to have a well-rounded education in the humanities, as well as the technical areas. There are many college graduates who are totally unprepared to find employment because their choices of course work. While degrees such as Art History are very interesting, there are very few opportunities to find a career using the knowledge. On the other extreme are the total techies. While they don”t have the problem finding employment, they often are social misfits. All they know is technology and lack the social graces to fit into society in general. Balance is the best answer. That”s my opinion, but you have to find what”s right for you.”

Over the next few days, I watched Chris closely and as far as I could see he was back to his normal, fun-loving self. He seemed to be spending more time with Rita, Susan”s friend, than he had before and I thought it was healthy for both of them.

The following Monday, I return to the house after dropping the kids off at school. When I settled down with a cup of coffee, I received a phone call from Carlos. “Crane, I received a message on my voice mail over the weekend from that Truman Trust. They are the ones that own that property next to yours and the Westin property. Anyway, the executor would like to sell it so the estate can be settled. It was placed in a trust while Bartholomew Truman”s will was probated. It”s been in the probate court for almost five years. I understand the heirs have been fighting over everything, but none of them seemed to want anything to do with that farm. The judge, on Friday, ordered it to be sold or auctioned off, if no offers existed on the property. Are you still interested in buying it?”

“Yes, I”d still like to buy it,” I said. “What about the Westin farm?”

“I”m still in negotiations with Mr. Westin,” Carlos said. “He wants a premium price for the land, but the market won”t support what he”s asking. I hope we can come to a mutually agreeable price sometime this week.”

“How much does the trust want for that property?” I asked. He told me. “That”s about what I thought it might be. Lower would always be better, but that”s reasonable. Do it and let me know if you can reach an agreement with Westin.”

“Will do, Crane. I”ll call you as soon as I know anything.”

The cleaning crew looked in through the door to my office. They needed to clean the room and I needed to vacate. I decided to go play a round of golf. Spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks and I didn”t want to embarrass myself when I played with Joel on the new course in Las Vegas. I knew that River Crossing was closed on Monday, so I decided to drive to Canyon Lake Golf Course and see if I could join a group.

The group the starter put me with to fill out a foursome was made up of three retirees, George, Harold and Kent. I thought I did well to remember their first names. They were a jovial bunch and although they took their golf seriously, they had great senses of humor and it made for a very enjoyable round of golf. I played fairly well. I felt better after the round that I would not make a fool of myself in Las Vegas.

By the time I got back to the house it was time to get in the van and head to the school to pick up the kids. I was a few minutes early and I saw Pauline waiting for John and his sisters, so I went to talk to her. It had been a while since I had spoken to her and we brought each other up on our lives and that of the boys. She hadn”t found anyone after her “encounter” with the married doctor and she seemed to be happy with that. When I saw Peter and William coming out of the school, I said goodbye to her and went to start gathering up the kids.

“Dad! Dad!” Larry yelled as he and the rest of the three musketeers ran up to me.

“What are you so excited about?” I asked, trying to look around the papers the three of them were waving in front of my face.

“There”s a 5k run for charity and we want to do it,” Chris said.

“When and where?” I asked.

“It”s a week from this Saturday in San Marcos,” Lenny answered.

“Is that what those papers are about?”

“Yes,” they all answered.

“Let me take a look at them when we get home and then we”ll talk about it. Okay?” They nodded and climbed into the van, chattering away excitedly.

The after school snacks came first, of course. Afterward, the three of them brought the papers that they had been holding at school to the breakfast table where I was sitting. I took one of the papers and read the information. It was a charity run for cancer. I knew right then why they wanted to participate.

“Do you know how long 5 kilometers is?” I asked.

“Sure,” Chris said, “it”s about 3.1 miles. We learn all about the metric system in math class.”

“And you believe you can run that halkalı escort far?”

“We run about that far almost every day,” Larry said. “We probably run more than that playing tennis.”

“It says you need to get sponsors to donate money. I suppose you have someone in mind?”

“Yeah, we were hoping you might sponsor us. Maybe Donald as well,” Chris said. “Do you think he might?”

“You will have to ask him yourselves. As for me, I will gladly sponsor you three. It says you need to get $100 in pledges to run,” I said. “I think I can afford that.”

“Thanks, dad,” Chris said, giving me a hug, “it means a lot to me.”

“You”re welcome, son. I know it does,” I said. “Now, Donald is in the living room, why don”t you go ask him about being a sponsor?”

I watched as the boys each made part of the pitch to Donald. I was standing in the doorway out of sight of the boys but visible to Donald. He looked up and I caught his eye and gave him a nod.

“I think that is a great thing to do,” Donald said. “It”s a very worthy cause and I will be happy to sponsor you. When do you need the money?”

“We have to turn in our pledges a week from Wednesday,” Chris said. “And, thank you, sir.”

“Thank you from us, too,” Larry said.

“How are your running shoes?” I asked when the boys finished talking to Donald.

“Mine are okay,” Chris said,

“Mine are getting a little tight. I can feel my toes touch the ends,” Lenny said.

“Mine, too,” echoed Larry.

“Why don”t you go put them on and run around the track a few times to see if we need to get you some new ones?”

“Here”re our sign-up sheets,” Chris said, handing me three sheets of paper. “You need to sign your name and how much you are sponsoring us for. Can you have Donald do it, too?”

“Sure thing,” I said.

A few minutes later the three of them came down the stairs and headed out to run a few laps.

“Can we run, too?” TJ asked when he saw his brothers take off running.

“I don”t see why not. Go put on your shoes and join your brothers,” I said.

Peter and William followed TJ up the stairs to their bedroom. They soon came down ready to run. I followed them outside to watch. The three musketeers had set a moderate pace that I thought would probably be good for a 5K run. The track, more like a path around the level field they used for soccer and playing Frisbee, was a little less than a quarter mile per circuit. That meant they would have to go around the track a little over 12 times to practice for the 5K run.

The three younger boys soon fell behind their older brothers and after they had completed two and a half laps, they dropped out and watched the others run. Chris called out the number of laps they had run as they passed us. They stopped when the count reached 10. They were breathing hard, but were not gasping for breath.

“Great job guys,” I said. “Tomorrow I”ll join you. I”ve gotten out of the habit of jogging. I guess I”m getting lazy in my old age.” That brought a giggle from Chris and the twins.

“Over the hill at 34,” Lenny said in a stage whisper.

“You”ll think over the hill,” I said, “when I beat you tomorrow.”

“Maybe we should give him a head start,” Larry added to their mirth.

I hadn”t noticed that Donald had come out until I heard him laughing. “I think you need to join us tomorrow and we”ll see if you”re over the hill as well,” I told him.

“You”re on,” he said. “We”ll show these three whippersnappers who”s over the hill.”

“Hey, guys, you need to go shower before supper,” I said. “We don”t want a bunch of sweaty boys at the table.”

Later as we were eating, I asked the twins how the shoes felt when they ran. The consensus was that new ones were in order. I told them to find running shoes on the internet that they liked and I would go into San Antonio tomorrow and get them pairs that matched. In answer to Chris” unspoken question, I said I would get him new shoes as well.

Thirty minutes after the supper dishes were in the dishwasher and the boys had gone back upstairs to their room, Lenny called down the stairs and asked me to come up.

“We found what we want,” he said, as I entered their room. “See.”

The pairs that they had chosen were reasonably priced, compared to some that I had seen in the stores. “Do you all want the same?” They all nodded. “Okay, then, let”s see what sizes we need. Hand me that pad and pencil and I”ll write them down, I”d hate to get the wrong sizes.” I added one size to the twins” shoes. Chris still had plenty of toe room left in his, so I wrote down his current size. I also printed out a picture of the shoes they wanted so that I would get the right ones tomorrow. “Homework time, now, guys.” I left them to it and went back downstairs.

Tuesday morning after I had dropped the kids off at school, I headed into San Antonio to shop for shoes. I parked the van in the NorthStar Mall parking lot and went inside the mall. It was still early and there were not many shoppers who had arrived as yet. That was a relief, I hated crowds. I found the large, sporting goods store and went in and found the athletic shoe department. I browsed around looking for the shoes that matched the picture I was carrying. I didn”t see them or a salesperson. I looked around for ten or so minutes and still didn”t run across anyone to help me, so I left the store and went down to the end of the mall to a major department store. As soon as I entered the shoe department, I was greeted by a salesman. I showed him the picture and he immediately led me to where the matching shoes were. I told him I needed three pair and gave him the sizes. While he went to retrieve them from the stockroom, I browsed the other running shoes on display. On a whim, I decided to get a new pair for myself. I picked up a display shoe that had caught my eye and examined it. It appeared to have a lot of built-in support. When the salesman returned, I told him I wanted another pair and pointed out the one I wanted and gave him my size. He returned and rang up the sale. I picked up the two bags containing the four boxes of shoes and headed for the van. I left a very pleased and smiling salesman to have made this large of a sale this early in the day.

When I got back to the house, Gilda told me that Carlos had called. I took the three pair of shoes to the boys” room and dropped the other pair off in my bedroom before returning Carlos” call.

“Carlos, it”s Crane,” I said, when he answered the phone. “What have you got for me?”

“Good news, I think,” he said. “The Truman Trust accepted an offer $10,000 less than they had asked. I have faxed the executor the written offer we agreed to and he said he would have it signed and in my hands later today.”

“That”s good,” I said.

“That”s not all,” Carlos said. “Mr. Westin has made şirinevler escort a counter offer on his farm that is more in line with the market. I told him I would discuss it with you and get back to him.” He told me the amount of the offer. “I don”t think he”s willing to go any lower. Do you want me to go ahead and accept it?”

“If that”s the best we can do, then let”s go ahead,” I said. “I”m going to have a couple farmers “over the moon” when I tell them.”

“Do you want these purchased for CBJ Properties?”

“Yes, that”s what the other three properties out there are owned by,” I said. “Let me know when it”s all signed, sealed and delivered.”

“Will do,” Carlos said.

The first thing the three musketeers asked when I picked them up from school was, “Did you get the shoes?”

“Yes, they”re in your room,” I said. “You can try them on when you get home.”

They did just that. Even before they came down for their after school snack, I could hear them making typical teenage remarks about the shoes. The three of them came down the back stairs with them on and ready to go for another training run. They did, however, take time out to have the fruit that Gilda had put out for the boys. I had asked her not to have anything that would sit heavy in their stomachs as they ran.

By the time they had eaten, Donald and I were ready to run with them. “We”re going to run a few laps and then we”ll stop and I want you to let me know how the shoes are fitting. I wouldn”t want you to get blisters.” With that we were out the door, heading for the track.

After the third lap we stopped and they reported that the shoes were fitting just fine. That took less than a minute and we were back running laps. Both Donald and I were tiring by the time we had completed nine more laps, but we were not going to quit and be razzed by them. The boys had easily done all twelve laps and probably could have gone on for several more, but I think they didn”t want to show up the “over the hill gang”.

“Great job, guys,” I said, breathing hard. “You should have no trouble in finishing the 5K. The weather forecast for tomorrow is rain, so we probably will not be able to run. You can still use the equipment in the exercise room. There will be plenty of chances to do more training laps before the race. Now, off to the showers!”

The forecasters were right for a change; it rained all day long on Wednesday. The total rainfall for the 24 hour period was a little over four inches. It would probably be a couple of days before we could run on the track again. It would need time to dry out.

I grabbed my golf umbrella as I got into the van on my way to pick up the kids from school. I got there early and was able to get a parking spot that was close to the end of the sidewalk leading from the school door. As I saw each group of the kids exiting the building, I would rush up to them and lead then to the van under the protection of the large umbrella. It kept us mostly dry. It took me five trips to get everybody into the van.

Thursday morning, I got a surprise call from Jeremy. He called to make sure it would be all right if he took some of his things to Houston and put them in the townhouse. “Of course, it”s all right,” I said. “That”s why I gave you a set of keys and a garage-door opener. You”re free to go there at any time. All I ask is that you make sure the lights are turned off, the alarm is set and the doors are locked when you leave.”

“I”m going to meet my sister in Houston on Friday evening. She”s interviewing with a company there and wants to see where I”ll be living. I don”t think she believed me when I described it to her.”

“She”s welcome to stay the weekend there with you, unless she has to get back to college,” I said.

“I imagine she”ll want to stay Friday night and get back to school on Saturday. She has to defend her Master”s Thesis in a couple of weeks and it”s freaking her out,” Jeremy said.

The call had barely been terminated when the phone rang again. It was Carlos. “Good news, Crane. I have two signed contracts for the properties. Closing should be in about thirty days. It will take that long for the surveys and title searches to be completed. I don”t see any problems on the horizon for either one of them. The Truman property has been owned by the Truman family since shortly after Texas became a state in 1845 and the Westin property has been in the family for nearly 100 years, so there are good claims on the land.”

“Thanks, Carlos,” I said. “You have Power of Attorney for CBJ Properties, so you can handle the closing. Just let me know when I own them. I think I”ll make a surprise visit to the farm and let a couple of anxious farmers hear the good news. Keep in touch if there is anything you need me to do. Oh, would you ask that executor if it would be possible to lease the property starting today through closing? I know the guys would like to start working the land right away. If they wait until after closing, it”ll be getting a little late to plant.”

“Will do. It shouldn”t be a problem. I”ll keep you informed,” Carlos said and hung up.

I told Gilda that I probably would not be back for lunch before taking the Town Car and starting for the ranch. When I pulled into the drive, I noticed that the old house had been completely torn down and all that was left was the concrete slab. As I got out of the car, Rosie hollered at me from the front steps of the temporary housing where they now lived.

“Crane, come on in here. I just made a fresh pot of coffee.”

“Thank you, I could use one,” I said. I check my shoes to make sure I had not picked up any mud on my way from the car and found that I had, so I slipped them off just inside the door. “How do you like your temporary quarters?”

“It”s great. We have so much more room. We”ve got a bedroom, there”s one for the baby and Bert has his. What more could we ask for?” she said.

“They should start on the new house any day now, I hope,” I said.

“Monday, is what they told us,” Rosie said. “Won”t you stay for lunch? Jessica had to go into town for a meeting, so I”m the cook today. Charlie, Jason and Ian should be here in twenty minutes or so.”

“Thank you, I accept,” I said. “I need to talk to them anyway. I was hoping to see them while I was here. Where”s Bert?”

“He has two classes this morning and one later this afternoon. It”s too much of a hassle to drive home and then back to his afternoon class. He just goes to the library and studies. He”ll catch a sandwich at the Union.”

We chatted as she went about working in the kitchen. It wasn”t long before the three farmers came in the door. “Is that Crane”s car?” Charlie asked as he pulled off his shoes.

“Yes, it”s mine. I came to give you the bad news,” I said, trying mightily to keep from smiling.

To be continued.

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