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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-12 | Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2019 01:52:44 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 12) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 12) .... Peter had passed out after the rhinos ass assault on him. And he wasn't sure how long he was out. But when he woke the guy was gone. But he knew that after the hard pounding sex that the guy was done with him. It's what the rhino wanted. To finish what they had started, and it was done. So Peter slowly got up. His ass was sore form the slaughtering he had received. Swollen and sore. He pulled up the remains of his tights and then left. Going up into the air again and swinging back through the city He had tonget back home and change into regular clothes again. To be Peter Parker again. "Damn my ass hurts" he huffed as he showered "Still sore" He came out of the shower and went to his bag. It held his torn spider suit. He pulled it out and knew he had to sew it up. But he just threw it in the closet. Saying he would get to it tomorrow. Then Peter went downstairs, he ate the food aunt May left for him. She was out playing bingo. He then headed up to bed to get some sleep. He had to get some pictures to his boss Jamison early. "Damn. Still hurts" he said and he crawled into bed Yeah. His ass still hurt. And he was uncomfortable most of the night. But his dreams were hot at least. He dreamed he was getting slammed by a group od construction workers. Still in his Spider-Man suit. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" he cried in sleep "Take me studs. Take the spider" "Hmmmff" It was a hot dream. And when he woke he was sweating and his crotch was crusty. Fun. He had had a wet dream and splattered cum in himself. And it dried over night. "Peter" he then heard It was aunt May. She was heading up to his room. He quickly covered himself as he lay there. Making sure she didn't see his naked body. "Huh. What. Aunt May?" He chirped out "You have a call Peter" she stated "Its your boss" Peter turned and looked at the time. Hr panicked as he was late. He started to kick off the covers. Pausing when he saw her still standing there. And then he told her to tell Jamison he had just left. Aunt May smiled and then said she would do so. Then she turned and left. Peter kicked off the covers and jumped in to the shower. Taking a fast one. He paused again when he was washing his ass hole. It was still tender and swollen from the rhinos ass fucking yesterday. But he couldn't worry about that. He had to get to work before Jamison fired him. "Better get there fast" he said "Fuck" He forgot his spider suit was torn from the rhino. So he had to do it the hard way. Run. He told hus aunt to leave his room alone. That he would clean it later. So he ran out the door. He got to his the paper 30 minutes later. Rushing upstairs to Jamison's office. The receptionist laughed at him as he rushed by. "There you are Parker" Jamison grumbled "Where are my pictures boy?" "One sec boss" Peter huffed "I got them in he...." Peter reached into his backpack to find his camera. It had the disc card with all his recent pictures. But his camera was not in his bag. He realized he had forgotten to pack it. "Awe fuckk!" He grumbled "I forgot my camera" Jamison gave him a dirty look. He was pissed. He wanted those pictures Peter promised. But he was not going ro get them. "Really Parker" he growled "How fucking useless are you?" "I should just fire your ass" Peter looked at him with a hurt look. It was an accident. But his boss was being the complete prick he could be when he was not happy. But then he just got mad himself. What nerve did the man have to treat him so shitty. Especially when he was the only one who could get the pictures he wanted. So he decide to tell the man off. He was tired and really didn't need this Crap. "Then fire me!" Peter growled back Then he grabbed his things and turn to leave. Jamison screamed at his. Saying if he left to not come back. Peter just continued. He walked out. Flipping Jamison off as he left. He was shaking the whole time. But when he got outside if the building, he stopped. He took a big breath and lowered his head. He had done it. He had finally gotten some balls and told the big asshole off. Then he headed home. He was tired and just wanted to sleep. Besides his ass was still a bit sore. So he walked all the way home. He felt it would make him feel better. "Its about time I told that fucker off" he said "I have been everyone past for too long" "So fuck them. Fuck them all" When he got home and opened the door to where him and his aunt may lived. Jamison was there. He figured the guy drove there. But why was he there. "Peter" aunt may said "You boss is here" "Is there a problem?" "No" Jamison said "Parker just forgot his camera this morning. " Peter looked at Jamison. He was pissed the guy had showed up to his aunt's again. "Lets go upstairs and you can give me the pictures" the man said "No its okay Jamison" Peter started to say "I bring them down." Aunt May interupted. Saying she would get up out of their hair. But that they should go upstairs to get out if hers. Jamison agreed and Peter lead him up to his room. "Come on" he grumbled As they turned up the landing to the stairs and headed towards Peter's room, Jamison reached for Peter's ass and grabbed it. Peter jumped for the shock of getting his ass grabbed. "What. What are you doing?" He crowed "Your ass Parker" than man said "I'm gonna take your ass" Then Jamison pushed Peter into his room. Then he locked the door..... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Next the final chapter | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2019 01:52:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 12)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in
my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 12)
.... Peter had passed out after the rhinos ass assault on him. And he
wasn't sure how long he was out. But when he woke the guy was gone.
But he knew that after the hard pounding sex that the guy was done with
him. It's what the rhino wanted. To finish what they had started, and it
was done.
So Peter slowly got up. His ass was sore form the slaughtering he had
received. Swollen and sore. He pulled up the remains of his tights and
then left. Going up into the air again and swinging back through the city
He had tonget back home and change into regular clothes again. To be
Peter Parker again.
"Damn my ass hurts" he huffed as he showered
"Still sore"
He came out of the shower and went to his bag. It held his torn spider
suit. He pulled it out and knew he had to sew it up. But he just threw it
in the closet. Saying he would get to it tomorrow.
Then Peter went downstairs, he ate the food aunt May left for him. She
was out playing bingo. He then headed up to bed to get some sleep. He had
to get some pictures to his boss Jamison early.
"Damn. Still hurts" he said and he crawled into bed
Yeah. His ass still hurt. And he was uncomfortable most of the night. But
his dreams were hot at least. He dreamed he was getting slammed by a
group od construction workers. Still in his Spider-Man suit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" he cried in sleep
"Take me studs. Take the spider"
"Hmmmff"
It was a hot dream. And when he woke he was sweating and his crotch was
crusty. Fun. He had had a wet dream and splattered cum in himself. And it
dried over night.
"Peter" he then heard
It was aunt May. She was heading up to his room. He quickly covered
himself as he lay there. Making sure she didn't see his naked body.
"Huh. What. Aunt May?" He chirped out
"You have a call Peter" she stated
"Its your boss"
Peter turned and looked at the time. Hr panicked as he was late. He
started to kick off the covers. Pausing when he saw her still standing
there. And then he told her to tell Jamison he had just left.
Aunt May smiled and then said she would do so. Then she turned and left.
Peter kicked off the covers and jumped in to the shower. Taking a fast
one. He paused again when he was washing his ass hole. It was still
tender and swollen from the rhinos ass fucking yesterday. But he couldn't
worry about that. He had to get to work before Jamison fired him.
"Better get there fast" he said
"Fuck"
He forgot his spider suit was torn from the rhino. So he had to do it the
hard way. Run. He told hus aunt to leave his room alone. That he would
clean it later. So he ran out the door.
He got to his the paper 30 minutes later. Rushing upstairs to Jamison's
office. The receptionist laughed at him as he rushed by.
"There you are Parker" Jamison grumbled
"Where are my pictures boy?"
"One sec boss" Peter huffed
"I got them in he...."
Peter reached into his backpack to find his camera. It had the disc card
with all his recent pictures. But his camera was not in his bag. He
realized he had forgotten to pack it.
"Awe fuckk!" He grumbled
"I forgot my camera"
Jamison gave him a dirty look. He was pissed. He wanted those pictures
Peter promised. But he was not going ro get them.
"Really Parker" he growled
"How fucking useless are you?"
"I should just fire your ass"
Peter looked at him with a hurt look. It was an accident. But his boss
was being the complete prick he could be when he was not happy.
But then he just got mad himself. What nerve did the man have to treat
him so shitty. Especially when he was the only one who could get the
pictures he wanted. So he decide to tell the man off. He was tired and
really didn't need this Crap.
"Then fire me!" Peter growled back
Then he grabbed his things and turn to leave. Jamison screamed at his.
Saying if he left to not come back.
Peter just continued. He walked out. Flipping Jamison off as he left. He
was shaking the whole time. But when he got outside if the building, he
stopped. He took a big breath and lowered his head.
He had done it. He had finally gotten some balls and told the big asshole
off.
Then he headed home. He was tired and just wanted to sleep. Besides his
ass was still a bit sore. So he walked all the way home. He felt it would
make him feel better.
"Its about time I told that fucker off" he said
"I have been everyone past for too long"
"So fuck them. Fuck them all"
When he got home and opened the door to where him and his aunt may lived.
Jamison was there. He figured the guy drove there. But why was he there.
"Peter" aunt may said
"You boss is here"
"Is there a problem?"
"No" Jamison said
"Parker just forgot his camera this morning. "
Peter looked at Jamison. He was pissed the guy had showed up to his
aunt's again.
"Lets go upstairs and you can give me the pictures" the man said
"No its okay Jamison" Peter started to say
"I bring them down."
Aunt May interupted. Saying she would get up out of their hair. But that
they should go upstairs to get out if hers. Jamison agreed and Peter lead
him up to his room.
"Come on" he grumbled
As they turned up the landing to the stairs and headed towards Peter's
room, Jamison reached for Peter's ass and grabbed it. Peter jumped for
the shock of getting his ass grabbed.
"What. What are you doing?" He crowed
"Your ass Parker" than man said
"I'm gonna take your ass"
Then Jamison pushed Peter into his room. Then he locked the door.....
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Next the final chapter
</div></div> |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/kevin-hart-ass-out/kevin-hart-ass-out-1 | Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2019 18:32:42 -0400
From: Charlie O <[email protected]>
Subject: Kevin Hart: Ass Out (Revised)
Kevin Hart: Ass Out!
It was a beautiful sunny day in California. Comedian Kevin Hart and rapper
T.I. were hanging out at the park, having a little discussion. "C'mon,
now, man. You lost. Fair and square." T.I. said. "It's time to pay up."
"You got to be kidding me!" Kevin said, incredulously. "Out here!?!" "Yea,
man. That was the bet." T.I. said. "You said, when we started playing
chess, if either of us won, the other person had to do what the winner
says." Kevin did remember he had said that. "Now, I wish I hadn't." Kevin
thought to himself. "So, you know what that means, don't you?" T.I. asked.
"Yea." Kevin said sullenly. "What does that mean, Kevin?" T.I. asked,
grinning like the Cheshire cat. Kevin swallowed hard and said, "I gotta
take off all my clothes, out here, in public!"
"That's right!" T.I. said. "So, get to strippin'!" So, Kevin began to
remove his clothes, starting with his shoes and socks. "You got some real
pretty feet, you know that." Kevin didn't say a word. He just wanted to
get this over with. "Oh, you ain't got nothin' to say? Where is all that
shit talkin' you was doin' before?" Kevin just ignored T.I. and continued
to take his clothes off. He took off his pants and his shirt. All he had
left was a pair of salmon bikini briefs. "Ain't you looking sexy."
T.I. reached over and smacked Kevin's ass. "C'mon, man!" Kevin said
angrily. "Stop that!"
Kevin was beyond irritated. He wasn't irritated at T.I., though. He was
more irritated at himself. "How could I lose at chess?" he asked
himself. "I never fuckin' lose at that game!" The more he thought about
it, the more annoyed he got. "Man, I don't know what your deal is, but, I
won, fair and square!" T.I. said angrily. "You're right, man. You're
right." Kevin said, trying to relax a little bit. "So, I guess you want
these bikini briefs to come off, too?" "oh, most definitely!" T.I. said,
smiling again. So, Kevin took the briefs off. There he stood; butter ball
naked.
Kevin nervously covered his dick and balls. "Uh uh. Move them hands."
T.I. said. Kevin kept his hands right where they were. So, T.I. slapped
his hands away. "I said, move them hands." Kevin didn't know what to do
with his hands. "Put `em behind your head and leave them there." Kevin put
his hands behind his head and waited for his humiliation to begin. "I don't
know why you're so surly, man. You got a real nice body." T.I. gently
touched Kevin's muscular chest. "You should be proud to show it off."
Kevin started to ease up a bit and smiled. "That's it, man."
T.I. said. "Just relax. Now, spread them legs a bit. Let me at them
jewels." Kevin spread his legs and let T.I. fondle his dick and
balls. "Damn, son. These are some gigantic nuts!" T.I. gently cupped
Kevin's nuts in his hands. "Mmmm." Kevin moaned softly. "You like that,
hunh?" T.I. asked. Kevin didn't say a word. "Bruh...it's okay if you like
this. Hell, if I'm being totally honest, if a dude was doing this to me,
I'd like it a lot!" "I do kinda like it, man." Kevin admitted
finally. "You won't tell anybody about this?" "Man, I won't tell a soul."
T.I. said. "Now, turn around and assume the position."
Kevin slowly turned around and put his hands up against the wall he was
leaning on. "Jesus Christ!" T.I. said, chuckling. "What's wrong?" Kevin
asked. "Not a blessed thing, man." T.I. said. "It's just...this ass...I
mean. Shit!" T.I. cleared his throat. Then he proceeded to "frisk" Kevin,
roughly feeling up his arms and back. "Bro, is this really necessary?"
Kevin asked, smiling. "No, but, I'm gonna have some fun." T.I. said with a
grin. "Now, let me get my fee-I mean, let me frisk you in peace." Kevin
turned and looked at T.I. Seconds later, they both started to laugh.
"Alright, man. Do what you gotta do." Kevin said when he finally got
himself together. So, T.I. felt up Kevin's big strong shoulders and
arms. "Mmmm, that feels good."
T.I. rubbed and fondled Kevin's muscular back. Then, suddenly, he reached
around and started fondling Kevin's nipples. "Hey, man! What you doin'?"
Kevin said. "Just making sure you ain't got no dangerous weapons on you."
T.I. said, chuckling again. "The only dangerous weapon I got on me is
between my legs, man." Kevin said. "Well, I still need to do a cavity
search." T.I. said. "So, bend over, man, and spread them cheeks!"
Kevin bent over and spread his ass cheeks, showing T.I. his hole. "Look at
that pretty hole." T.I. said as he fondled Kevin's ass cheeks. "That has
got to be the prettiest hole I've ever seen!" Then he put his first finger
up Kevin's hole. "Mmmm." Kevin moaned. T.I. slid his finger in and out of
Kevin's hole. "Man, this is a real tight hole, Mister!" He said. He
continued to finger fuck Kevin's hole. "Mmmmm!" Kevin moaned again. "I
like it when you moan." T.I. said. Kevin turned his head to look at
T.I. and said, "If you really like it when I moan, then, play with my ass.
That'll really get me going!"
So, T.I. started playing with Kevin's firm ass, kneading it, squeezing.
"Mmmm!" Kevin moaned. "Yea, man, like that! Fuck!" SMACK! "Hush, boy!"
T.I. admonished as he slapped Kevin's firm, muscle ass. "I'm in charge!"
"Mmmm, yes, you are, sir!" Kevin said, in a state of delirium. "Yes, you
are!" T.I. groped and smacked Kevin's ass cheeks getting Kevin's dick rock
hard! "Mmmmm!" "Lunch time!" T.I. called out. He spread Kevin's ass
cheeks apart and nibbled on his hole. "FFUUCCKK!" As T.I. nibbled on his
ass lips, Kevin's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. "GOD DAMN!
SHIT!" His body trembled the more T.I. ate him out. "No...stop...JESUS!"
This was getting out of hand! Kevin tried to pull away from T.I.'s lethal
mouth. "Where you think you're going, pardna?" T.I. asked. "I-I can't
take no more, man." Kevin said. "You're gonna sit there and take all I
got, man." T.I. said as he wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist, holding
him firmly. "Oh God!" Kevin moaned. T.I. slid his long tongue up Kevin's
asshole, making Kevin moan louder. "MMMMMM!" His body trembled as
T.I. tongue fucked his hole. "SWEET JESUS!"
Kevin was about to lose his entire mind! Waves of pleasure washed over him
like the waves on a beach. "C-Come on, now, man!" He said. "Stop it! I
can't take no more! Please!" His body trembled as T.I.'s tongue darted in
and out of his hole. When T.I. stuck his tongue deeper into his asshole,
Kevin screamed like a bitch! Kevin tried to use his hands to push
T.I. away but, that didn't work. T.I. just grabbed Kevin's hands and held
his arms behind his back as he continued to slide his tongue in and out of
his hole. "FFUUCCKK!"
Finally, T.I. decided to let him go. "Now, get on your knees," T.I. said
as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. "And, suck this dick!" Kevin
slowly got down on his knees as T.I. pulled out his dick. Kevin nearly had
a stroke when he saw how big T.I.'s dick was. "For a thin, scrawny dude,
you got a real big dick." Kevin said. "How big is it?" T.I. stroked his
dick slowly and said, "It's about eleven inches right now but, it gets to
be a full foot long when it's rock hard." "No way!" Kevin
exclaimed. "There's no way!" "Well, why don't you put your lips on it,"
T.I. said. "And, see for yourself!"
Kevin could not resist that invitation. So, he got down on his knees and
opened his mouth...WIDE! T.I. roughly slid his dick down Kevin's throat,
making him gag as he went. "AAGGGHHH!" Kevin gagged. "Open that throat,
man!" T.I. urged. "Yea, man! Open that throat! Let me up in there!" It
took Kevin a minute to get used to such a big dick down his throat.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he moaned. As he was struggling to accommodate such a big
dick, T.I. bent over him and started groping and grabbing his muscle ass.
"Damn, Kevin, this ass is nice!" T.I. said. "Squats does an ass good, hunh,
man?"
T.I. roughly fondled Kevin's ass cheeks, making him feel real cheap and
dirty.... that shit was a real turn on! As T.I. felt him up, Kevin's dick
woke up and started to get rock hard. T.I. stuck his middle finger up
Kevin's hole. "MMMFFFF!" Kevin screamed. "Damn, Kevin, your hole is tight
as fuck!" T.I. said. "When was the last time you got fucked?" "The last
time you and your crew passed me around like a blunt!" Kevin said with a
grin. "Damn, Kevin!" T.I. said, shocked. "That was damn near a year ago,
man!"
"No wonder your ass is tight as fuck!" T.I. said. "Get up, man. I gotta
fix this situation, or, me fucking you is gonna hurt like hell!" T.I. did
like fucking Kevin roughly but, if he fucked Kevin with such a tight ass,
it would be like he raped him. Translation: It would hurt beyond belief!
T.I. had the remedy for all of that, though. He knelt down behind Kevin as
Kevin faced the wall. Then he pulled Kevin's ass cheeks apart and stuck
his long tongue deep up Kevin's asshole. "OH FUCK!" Kevin cried out when
he felt T.I.'s long tongue burying itself up his asshole. "GOD DAMN!"
"MMMMM, FFUUCCKK!" Kevin screamed, his body trembling uncontrollably. His
asshole opened and shut involuntarily. "Mmmm, this ass taste real good,
man!" T.I. said as he licked the crack of Kevin's firm ass. Then he slid
his finger up inside Kevin's hole. Kevin's asshole closed tightly around
his finger like a firm handshake. "Oooh, shit!" Kevin moaned. "Damn, son!
Your asshole is tighter than I thought!" T.I. said as he slowly slid his
finger in and out of Kevin's hole. Kevin felt like T.I. had just shoved
the Washington Monument up his ass. "God damn, nigga!" He
moaned. "MMMMMMM!"
"I think you need a second finger up that ass of yours." T.I. said with an
evil grin. So, he slid a second finger up Kevin's tight asshole. "OWWW,
SHIT, DAMN!" Kevin screamed. He felt as though his asshole was being
ripped apart! "You like that, Kevin?" T.I. asked, smiling evilly. "How do
my fingers feel in your tight ass?" "You know this hurts like a mother
fucker!" Kevin said. "I know." T.I. said as he continued to finger fuck
Kevin's hole. "MMMMM, FUCK!" Kevin howled. "OOOOH!"
"FFUUCCKK!" Kevin screamed. His asshole felt like it was being invaded by
a damn missile. "If you can't take my fingers up your ass,"
T.I. asked. "How you gonna survive my dick?" That was one hell of a good
question and Kevin didn't have an answer. "As a matter of fact, let's see
what happens, shall we?" T.I. stood up and slid his dick slowly up Kevin's
tight hole. "OH, MY FUCKIN' GOD!" Kevin howled. His eyes bugged out of
his head. He felt as though his asshole was being stretched out of shape!
"MMMMM, FFUUCCKK!"
T.I. piston fucked Kevin's hole, repeatedly slamming his big dick up inside
it. "Ooo, shit!" Kevin exclaimed. "God dammit, man!" "Hush, boy!"
T.I. chastised as he slapped Kevin's ass. He grabbed Kevin's broad
shoulders, to give himself more leverage as he slammed his dick harder and
harder up Kevin's ass. Kevin tried to just grin and bare it but, it was a
lot of dick to deal with. "FUCK!" He moaned. This shit was intense.
"MMMMMMMM!" T.I. put Kevin in a Full Nelson headlock as he lifted him p
off the ground. "FFUUCCKK!" In this position, Kevin could feel all of
T.I.'s big dick up inside him now!
T.I. thrust his dick deeper up Kevin's ass, causing Kevin to scream like a
girl. This was insane! Kevin's eyes went into the back of his head as if
he was possessed! "Can't...take...no...more." He said softly.
T.I. ignored Kevin and continued to break him off properly. Sweat dripped
from T.I.'s brow as he fucked him furiously. "How you like this dick,
Kevin?" T.I. asked. Kevin didn't answer him. "Kevin?" He unceremoniously
dropped Kevin on the ground. "Well, I'll be damned! This nigga done passed
out!" T.I. shook Kevin. Sure enough, Kevin was out cold. Looking at
Kevin knocked out cold gave T.I. a naughty idea. He dragged him to a
picnic table and, with his own clothes, tied him to it. "I'm gonna let
these other dudes have a taste of that fine ass of yours." Then T.I. got
dressed and left the park, leaving Kevin naked and alone.
The End | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
<pre>Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2019 18:32:42 -0400
From: Charlie O <[email protected]>
Subject: Kevin Hart: Ass Out (Revised)
Kevin Hart: Ass Out!
It was a beautiful sunny day in California. Comedian Kevin Hart and rapper
T.I. were hanging out at the park, having a little discussion. "C'mon,
now, man. You lost. Fair and square." T.I. said. "It's time to pay up."
"You got to be kidding me!" Kevin said, incredulously. "Out here!?!" "Yea,
man. That was the bet." T.I. said. "You said, when we started playing
chess, if either of us won, the other person had to do what the winner
says." Kevin did remember he had said that. "Now, I wish I hadn't." Kevin
thought to himself. "So, you know what that means, don't you?" T.I. asked.
"Yea." Kevin said sullenly. "What does that mean, Kevin?" T.I. asked,
grinning like the Cheshire cat. Kevin swallowed hard and said, "I gotta
take off all my clothes, out here, in public!"
"That's right!" T.I. said. "So, get to strippin'!" So, Kevin began to
remove his clothes, starting with his shoes and socks. "You got some real
pretty feet, you know that." Kevin didn't say a word. He just wanted to
get this over with. "Oh, you ain't got nothin' to say? Where is all that
shit talkin' you was doin' before?" Kevin just ignored T.I. and continued
to take his clothes off. He took off his pants and his shirt. All he had
left was a pair of salmon bikini briefs. "Ain't you looking sexy."
T.I. reached over and smacked Kevin's ass. "C'mon, man!" Kevin said
angrily. "Stop that!"
Kevin was beyond irritated. He wasn't irritated at T.I., though. He was
more irritated at himself. "How could I lose at chess?" he asked
himself. "I never fuckin' lose at that game!" The more he thought about
it, the more annoyed he got. "Man, I don't know what your deal is, but, I
won, fair and square!" T.I. said angrily. "You're right, man. You're
right." Kevin said, trying to relax a little bit. "So, I guess you want
these bikini briefs to come off, too?" "oh, most definitely!" T.I. said,
smiling again. So, Kevin took the briefs off. There he stood; butter ball
naked.
Kevin nervously covered his dick and balls. "Uh uh. Move them hands."
T.I. said. Kevin kept his hands right where they were. So, T.I. slapped
his hands away. "I said, move them hands." Kevin didn't know what to do
with his hands. "Put `em behind your head and leave them there." Kevin put
his hands behind his head and waited for his humiliation to begin. "I don't
know why you're so surly, man. You got a real nice body." T.I. gently
touched Kevin's muscular chest. "You should be proud to show it off."
Kevin started to ease up a bit and smiled. "That's it, man."
T.I. said. "Just relax. Now, spread them legs a bit. Let me at them
jewels." Kevin spread his legs and let T.I. fondle his dick and
balls. "Damn, son. These are some gigantic nuts!" T.I. gently cupped
Kevin's nuts in his hands. "Mmmm." Kevin moaned softly. "You like that,
hunh?" T.I. asked. Kevin didn't say a word. "Bruh...it's okay if you like
this. Hell, if I'm being totally honest, if a dude was doing this to me,
I'd like it a lot!" "I do kinda like it, man." Kevin admitted
finally. "You won't tell anybody about this?" "Man, I won't tell a soul."
T.I. said. "Now, turn around and assume the position."
Kevin slowly turned around and put his hands up against the wall he was
leaning on. "Jesus Christ!" T.I. said, chuckling. "What's wrong?" Kevin
asked. "Not a blessed thing, man." T.I. said. "It's just...this ass...I
mean. Shit!" T.I. cleared his throat. Then he proceeded to "frisk" Kevin,
roughly feeling up his arms and back. "Bro, is this really necessary?"
Kevin asked, smiling. "No, but, I'm gonna have some fun." T.I. said with a
grin. "Now, let me get my fee-I mean, let me frisk you in peace." Kevin
turned and looked at T.I. Seconds later, they both started to laugh.
"Alright, man. Do what you gotta do." Kevin said when he finally got
himself together. So, T.I. felt up Kevin's big strong shoulders and
arms. "Mmmm, that feels good."
T.I. rubbed and fondled Kevin's muscular back. Then, suddenly, he reached
around and started fondling Kevin's nipples. "Hey, man! What you doin'?"
Kevin said. "Just making sure you ain't got no dangerous weapons on you."
T.I. said, chuckling again. "The only dangerous weapon I got on me is
between my legs, man." Kevin said. "Well, I still need to do a cavity
search." T.I. said. "So, bend over, man, and spread them cheeks!"
Kevin bent over and spread his ass cheeks, showing T.I. his hole. "Look at
that pretty hole." T.I. said as he fondled Kevin's ass cheeks. "That has
got to be the prettiest hole I've ever seen!" Then he put his first finger
up Kevin's hole. "Mmmm." Kevin moaned. T.I. slid his finger in and out of
Kevin's hole. "Man, this is a real tight hole, Mister!" He said. He
continued to finger fuck Kevin's hole. "Mmmmm!" Kevin moaned again. "I
like it when you moan." T.I. said. Kevin turned his head to look at
T.I. and said, "If you really like it when I moan, then, play with my ass.
That'll really get me going!"
So, T.I. started playing with Kevin's firm ass, kneading it, squeezing.
"Mmmm!" Kevin moaned. "Yea, man, like that! Fuck!" SMACK! "Hush, boy!"
T.I. admonished as he slapped Kevin's firm, muscle ass. "I'm in charge!"
"Mmmm, yes, you are, sir!" Kevin said, in a state of delirium. "Yes, you
are!" T.I. groped and smacked Kevin's ass cheeks getting Kevin's dick rock
hard! "Mmmmm!" "Lunch time!" T.I. called out. He spread Kevin's ass
cheeks apart and nibbled on his hole. "FFUUCCKK!" As T.I. nibbled on his
ass lips, Kevin's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. "GOD DAMN!
SHIT!" His body trembled the more T.I. ate him out. "No...stop...JESUS!"
This was getting out of hand! Kevin tried to pull away from T.I.'s lethal
mouth. "Where you think you're going, pardna?" T.I. asked. "I-I can't
take no more, man." Kevin said. "You're gonna sit there and take all I
got, man." T.I. said as he wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist, holding
him firmly. "Oh God!" Kevin moaned. T.I. slid his long tongue up Kevin's
asshole, making Kevin moan louder. "MMMMMM!" His body trembled as
T.I. tongue fucked his hole. "SWEET JESUS!"
Kevin was about to lose his entire mind! Waves of pleasure washed over him
like the waves on a beach. "C-Come on, now, man!" He said. "Stop it! I
can't take no more! Please!" His body trembled as T.I.'s tongue darted in
and out of his hole. When T.I. stuck his tongue deeper into his asshole,
Kevin screamed like a bitch! Kevin tried to use his hands to push
T.I. away but, that didn't work. T.I. just grabbed Kevin's hands and held
his arms behind his back as he continued to slide his tongue in and out of
his hole. "FFUUCCKK!"
Finally, T.I. decided to let him go. "Now, get on your knees," T.I. said
as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. "And, suck this dick!" Kevin
slowly got down on his knees as T.I. pulled out his dick. Kevin nearly had
a stroke when he saw how big T.I.'s dick was. "For a thin, scrawny dude,
you got a real big dick." Kevin said. "How big is it?" T.I. stroked his
dick slowly and said, "It's about eleven inches right now but, it gets to
be a full foot long when it's rock hard." "No way!" Kevin
exclaimed. "There's no way!" "Well, why don't you put your lips on it,"
T.I. said. "And, see for yourself!"
Kevin could not resist that invitation. So, he got down on his knees and
opened his mouth...WIDE! T.I. roughly slid his dick down Kevin's throat,
making him gag as he went. "AAGGGHHH!" Kevin gagged. "Open that throat,
man!" T.I. urged. "Yea, man! Open that throat! Let me up in there!" It
took Kevin a minute to get used to such a big dick down his throat.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he moaned. As he was struggling to accommodate such a big
dick, T.I. bent over him and started groping and grabbing his muscle ass.
"Damn, Kevin, this ass is nice!" T.I. said. "Squats does an ass good, hunh,
man?"
T.I. roughly fondled Kevin's ass cheeks, making him feel real cheap and
dirty.... that shit was a real turn on! As T.I. felt him up, Kevin's dick
woke up and started to get rock hard. T.I. stuck his middle finger up
Kevin's hole. "MMMFFFF!" Kevin screamed. "Damn, Kevin, your hole is tight
as fuck!" T.I. said. "When was the last time you got fucked?" "The last
time you and your crew passed me around like a blunt!" Kevin said with a
grin. "Damn, Kevin!" T.I. said, shocked. "That was damn near a year ago,
man!"
"No wonder your ass is tight as fuck!" T.I. said. "Get up, man. I gotta
fix this situation, or, me fucking you is gonna hurt like hell!" T.I. did
like fucking Kevin roughly but, if he fucked Kevin with such a tight ass,
it would be like he raped him. Translation: It would hurt beyond belief!
T.I. had the remedy for all of that, though. He knelt down behind Kevin as
Kevin faced the wall. Then he pulled Kevin's ass cheeks apart and stuck
his long tongue deep up Kevin's asshole. "OH FUCK!" Kevin cried out when
he felt T.I.'s long tongue burying itself up his asshole. "GOD DAMN!"
"MMMMM, FFUUCCKK!" Kevin screamed, his body trembling uncontrollably. His
asshole opened and shut involuntarily. "Mmmm, this ass taste real good,
man!" T.I. said as he licked the crack of Kevin's firm ass. Then he slid
his finger up inside Kevin's hole. Kevin's asshole closed tightly around
his finger like a firm handshake. "Oooh, shit!" Kevin moaned. "Damn, son!
Your asshole is tighter than I thought!" T.I. said as he slowly slid his
finger in and out of Kevin's hole. Kevin felt like T.I. had just shoved
the Washington Monument up his ass. "God damn, nigga!" He
moaned. "MMMMMMM!"
"I think you need a second finger up that ass of yours." T.I. said with an
evil grin. So, he slid a second finger up Kevin's tight asshole. "OWWW,
SHIT, DAMN!" Kevin screamed. He felt as though his asshole was being
ripped apart! "You like that, Kevin?" T.I. asked, smiling evilly. "How do
my fingers feel in your tight ass?" "You know this hurts like a mother
fucker!" Kevin said. "I know." T.I. said as he continued to finger fuck
Kevin's hole. "MMMMM, FUCK!" Kevin howled. "OOOOH!"
"FFUUCCKK!" Kevin screamed. His asshole felt like it was being invaded by
a damn missile. "If you can't take my fingers up your ass,"
T.I. asked. "How you gonna survive my dick?" That was one hell of a good
question and Kevin didn't have an answer. "As a matter of fact, let's see
what happens, shall we?" T.I. stood up and slid his dick slowly up Kevin's
tight hole. "OH, MY FUCKIN' GOD!" Kevin howled. His eyes bugged out of
his head. He felt as though his asshole was being stretched out of shape!
"MMMMM, FFUUCCKK!"
T.I. piston fucked Kevin's hole, repeatedly slamming his big dick up inside
it. "Ooo, shit!" Kevin exclaimed. "God dammit, man!" "Hush, boy!"
T.I. chastised as he slapped Kevin's ass. He grabbed Kevin's broad
shoulders, to give himself more leverage as he slammed his dick harder and
harder up Kevin's ass. Kevin tried to just grin and bare it but, it was a
lot of dick to deal with. "FUCK!" He moaned. This shit was intense.
"MMMMMMMM!" T.I. put Kevin in a Full Nelson headlock as he lifted him p
off the ground. "FFUUCCKK!" In this position, Kevin could feel all of
T.I.'s big dick up inside him now!
T.I. thrust his dick deeper up Kevin's ass, causing Kevin to scream like a
girl. This was insane! Kevin's eyes went into the back of his head as if
he was possessed! "Can't...take...no...more." He said softly.
T.I. ignored Kevin and continued to break him off properly. Sweat dripped
from T.I.'s brow as he fucked him furiously. "How you like this dick,
Kevin?" T.I. asked. Kevin didn't answer him. "Kevin?" He unceremoniously
dropped Kevin on the ground. "Well, I'll be damned! This nigga done passed
out!" T.I. shook Kevin. Sure enough, Kevin was out cold. Looking at
Kevin knocked out cold gave T.I. a naughty idea. He dragged him to a
picnic table and, with his own clothes, tied him to it. "I'm gonna let
these other dudes have a taste of that fine ass of yours." Then T.I. got
dressed and left the park, leaving Kevin naked and alone.
The End
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-11 | Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2019 21:25:03 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 11) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 11) .... Peter was in all fours for the rhino. The huge man had just ripped a hole in the back of his spider tights. Then he swabbed a gob of spit on his hole. He was foing to get fucked. And his ass would never ne the same. "Lemme at the spider hole" the rhino said Thats when the man thrust a fat digit into Peter. Driving the thick meaty finger into his ass. It felt like a small dick in there. So it wasn't so bad. But then the big animal if a man started to Fuck him with it. Hard fast thrusts as he started to prepare Peter for his huge dick. "Hmmf fuxk man. That feels good" he sighed "Fuxk my hole rhino. Fuck it" It did feel good. Peter's ass was pretty loose from it. It helped that the prior cock was his bosses dick. Before the rhino would take him. Jamison was the biggest cock he would ever take. But now he was getting ready to take what was basically a tree trunk up his ass. But for mow it fekt great. And he cooed at the sensations the rhino gave hia butt. Then the big man pushed a second digit in. Drivung now two fingers into Peter. "Ughnn fuckk" he moaned again "That feel big now" And it was. 2 fingers was thicker than some mens cocks. So Peter was really feeling this now. Groaning more and more as the rhino fucked his hole with them. Speeding up as he continued. Peter groaned harder and harder. Loving the feeling of the mans big fingers in his ass. And as the rhino started to push them harder in him he wanted more. He started to chime his need for dick. "Fuck man. Feels soo good " he crowed "Just gotta slam me dude" "Just gotta take my hole stud" So the rhino pulled hia fingers from him. Then he just grabbed Peter and picked him up. With ease he lifted the small guy up in the air. Holding him up with one hand. Then spiting on his other as he swabbed up his huge dick. He then lifted Peter up and over his schlong. Peter felt the massive head if the dick at his ass hole. It was so big he felt it would not go in. And he was about to say forget it. "Take me club Spiderman" the rhino then said And that's when the huge man pulled Peter down on his dick. His hole was pushed opened qith the intense pressure back there. And the massive tube popped through his sphincter and his ass was dragged down the huge dick. "Fffff...!" Was all he could get out of his mouth Pain tore through his ass. More fiery hot pain than he had ever experienced. His ass hole was split qide by the thick as an arm trunk of the rhinos cock. "Hmmf fuckk boy" the rhino huffed "No thats some pussy" "Soo fucking tight. Shiit!" The rhino then just started to lift the spider up and down his cock. Peter had gone so rigid to try and push off the huge dick tearing up his hole. And this only made the pain seem worse. Like a hot poker was shredding his asshole apart. Rhino only loved the ass clinging to his dick. Pulling and pushing at it at the same time. "Damn this is soo fuxking awesome" he growled "Your pussy is so fucking nice" "Hmf, hmf, hmf" Peter couldn't even breath. His facw fekt like it would just pop from the pressure. And he could go nowhere. The huge man had him totally in his grasp. And that monstrosity of a dick was wrecking his guts up. More than any one had before. "Ohh God!" His head screamed "My ass. Ohh God my ass, Peter's poor guts seemed like they were shredding up. And as the beast pulled from his ass, it felt like he was pulling out his insides. And thats when he finally breathed. Thats when he finally screamed. "Ohh God. Fuxkk!" He cried out "Hurts like fucking Hell" "Jeesuss!' But the rhino just continued to pull him up and down his dick. At least for a little bit more. Then just as he thought that it cpuld get any more intense. The rhimo yanked him from his dick. Peter gasped as his ass was yanked on as the man withdrew. If he were to look at his ass it would probably scare him. It was swollen already from the ass assault he had taken by the rhino. "Fuck man." The rhino said "Fuxking incredible" "Loving spider ass" He then placed Peter down on the ground. Peter just groaned from his ass throbbing. Then the rhino grabbed him and propped him up to all fours. Peter was just limp in his grasp. Then the rhino pulled the spiders was to hia cock again. Then he thrust back into him. Groaning deeply as he slammed back into Peter. "Yess spider boy" hw growled "This pussy ia gonna make the ole rhino bust" He then started to stab hard into Peter. Grunting like a boar as he plowed into the tight ass over and over again. His strength dragging peter over his gargantuan cock. Driving it deep into the mans ass. "Awee fuckk yeah Spiderman!" He then roared "The rhino is gonna breed his little bug" "Hmm fuckk. Awee fuckk!" Then he started to pull hard short jabs into Peter as the man started to cum. Peter felt the geyser if the mans cum as it poured into his destroyed ass. It didnt even seem as individual shots either. Almost like someone had ahibed a garden hose and just turned in on full blast. The flood gushed into his ass as the beast man finished cumming. Grunting heavily as he did. "Awe Fuck man. Fuxk" he growled "Soo good. Soo good" Then he just held himself to Peter's was. Pumping the remains of his cum into him. "Awee. Fuxkk!" He huffed Rhen he pulles out. Peter just collapsed on the floor below in a heap. His ruined ass drooling out the excess cum the beast had given him. "Yeahh!" The rhino then said "We are done spider boy"....... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2019 21:25:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 11)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in
my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 11)
.... Peter was in all fours for the rhino. The huge man had just ripped a
hole in the back of his spider tights. Then he swabbed a gob of spit on
his hole. He was foing to get fucked. And his ass would never ne the
same.
"Lemme at the spider hole" the rhino said
Thats when the man thrust a fat digit into Peter. Driving the thick meaty
finger into his ass. It felt like a small dick in there. So it wasn't so
bad.
But then the big animal if a man started to Fuck him with it. Hard fast
thrusts as he started to prepare Peter for his huge dick.
"Hmmf fuxk man. That feels good" he sighed
"Fuxk my hole rhino. Fuck it"
It did feel good. Peter's ass was pretty loose from it. It helped that
the prior cock was his bosses dick. Before the rhino would take him.
Jamison was the biggest cock he would ever take.
But now he was getting ready to take what was basically a tree trunk up
his ass. But for mow it fekt great. And he cooed at the sensations the
rhino gave hia butt.
Then the big man pushed a second digit in. Drivung now two fingers into
Peter.
"Ughnn fuckk" he moaned again
"That feel big now"
And it was. 2 fingers was thicker than some mens cocks. So Peter was
really feeling this now. Groaning more and more as the rhino fucked his
hole with them. Speeding up as he continued.
Peter groaned harder and harder. Loving the feeling of the mans big
fingers in his ass. And as the rhino started to push them harder in him
he wanted more. He started to chime his need for dick.
"Fuck man. Feels soo good " he crowed
"Just gotta slam me dude"
"Just gotta take my hole stud"
So the rhino pulled hia fingers from him. Then he just grabbed Peter and
picked him up. With ease he lifted the small guy up in the air. Holding
him up with one hand. Then spiting on his other as he swabbed up his huge
dick.
He then lifted Peter up and over his schlong. Peter felt the massive head
if the dick at his ass hole. It was so big he felt it would not go in.
And he was about to say forget it.
"Take me club Spiderman" the rhino then said
And that's when the huge man pulled Peter down on his dick. His hole was
pushed opened qith the intense pressure back there. And the massive tube
popped through his sphincter and his ass was dragged down the huge dick.
"Fffff...!" Was all he could get out of his mouth
Pain tore through his ass. More fiery hot pain than he had ever
experienced. His ass hole was split qide by the thick as an arm trunk of
the rhinos cock.
"Hmmf fuckk boy" the rhino huffed
"No thats some pussy"
"Soo fucking tight. Shiit!"
The rhino then just started to lift the spider up and down his cock.
Peter had gone so rigid to try and push off the huge dick tearing up his
hole. And this only made the pain seem worse. Like a hot poker was
shredding his asshole apart.
Rhino only loved the ass clinging to his dick. Pulling and pushing at it
at the same time.
"Damn this is soo fuxking awesome" he growled
"Your pussy is so fucking nice"
"Hmf, hmf, hmf"
Peter couldn't even breath. His facw fekt like it would just pop from the
pressure. And he could go nowhere. The huge man had him totally in his
grasp. And that monstrosity of a dick was wrecking his guts up. More than
any one had before.
"Ohh God!" His head screamed
"My ass. Ohh God my ass,
Peter's poor guts seemed like they were shredding up. And as the beast
pulled from his ass, it felt like he was pulling out his insides.
And thats when he finally breathed. Thats when he finally screamed.
"Ohh God. Fuxkk!" He cried out
"Hurts like fucking Hell"
"Jeesuss!'
But the rhino just continued to pull him up and down his dick. At least
for a little bit more. Then just as he thought that it cpuld get any more
intense. The rhimo yanked him from his dick. Peter gasped as his ass was
yanked on as the man withdrew. If he were to look at his ass it would
probably scare him. It was swollen already from the ass assault he had
taken by the rhino.
"Fuck man." The rhino said
"Fuxking incredible"
"Loving spider ass"
He then placed Peter down on the ground. Peter just groaned from his ass
throbbing.
Then the rhino grabbed him and propped him up to all fours. Peter was
just limp in his grasp. Then the rhino pulled the spiders was to hia cock
again. Then he thrust back into him. Groaning deeply as he slammed back
into Peter.
"Yess spider boy" hw growled
"This pussy ia gonna make the ole rhino bust"
He then started to stab hard into Peter. Grunting like a boar as he
plowed into the tight ass over and over again. His strength dragging
peter over his gargantuan cock. Driving it deep into the mans ass.
"Awee fuckk yeah Spiderman!" He then roared
"The rhino is gonna breed his little bug"
"Hmm fuckk. Awee fuckk!"
Then he started to pull hard short jabs into Peter as the man started to
cum. Peter felt the geyser if the mans cum as it poured into his
destroyed ass. It didnt even seem as individual shots either. Almost like
someone had ahibed a garden hose and just turned in on full blast. The
flood gushed into his ass as the beast man finished cumming. Grunting
heavily as he did.
"Awe Fuck man. Fuxk" he growled
"Soo good. Soo good"
Then he just held himself to Peter's was. Pumping the remains of his cum
into him.
"Awee. Fuxkk!" He huffed
Rhen he pulles out. Peter just collapsed on the floor below in a heap.
His ruined ass drooling out the excess cum the beast had given him.
"Yeahh!" The rhino then said
"We are done spider boy".......
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
To be continued
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-9 | Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2019 21:59:01 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 9) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 9) ...... "Ughnn. Awee fuckk!" Peter yelped Jamison had just climbed up behind him and slammed his huge dick into Peter's ass. It hurt like all heck ass the big cock pried his hole opened and then Jamison sliced into him, hard. "Fuckk. Awe fuck sir" he cried "Too fucking bigg. Awee fuckk" "Huh ughn" Jamison groaned "This feels just fucking perfect boy" With that he pulled up and almost out. Then he boss man thrust back down after holding his dick there for just a brief moment. "Ughnn fuckk yess!" He crowed "Soo God damn good" "Noo. No, no, no,nooo! Awee fuckk" Peter yelled again But it didn't matter to Jamison. The incredibly tight hole he was fucking was soo damned incredible. The tightness if it as it pulled and pushed at his dick at the same time. It was sending Jamison into a heated frenzy. "Yeah bitch. Ughn, fuckk!" He growled as he slammed down again. "Take it boy. Take it!" Peter was crying as the mans huge dick slammed down again and again into his ass. Feeling like his butt may pop from the big cock hitting down into his guts with such force. Then he was feeling as more and more of the mans dick pushed down into his belly. Then before he knew it, Peter had the man balls deep in him. He could feel Jamison's boulders smacking against his own balls as he hit again and again. It was pain and pleasure beyond compare. And he wanted it, needed it. And 'damn' the pain. He pushed back at Jamison now. digging that club into his guts hard. "Awee fuckkk!" he yelped "Soo big daddy. Hmmff" "Give it to me.. Ughhn. Please" "Give it to me daddy" And Jamison loved that the kid wanted it. Regardless of his pain, he wanted it. So he began to slam even harder at Peter's guts. His big cock plowing into him over and over. Feeling as Peter's ass gave and tightened. Gave and Tightened. It was the best ass hole he had ever fucked. And its all he wanted to have. He wanted this kids hole more than any pussy before it. "Fuck yess. Ohh Parker!" he huffed "Daddy loves this boy hole sooo much" He then reached down and picked Peter up. He pulled him off the bed and then lifted the kid into his strong arms. Then he grabbed at the kids legs and held him up as he lifted and pulled the kids ass on his big angry dick as he stood there. Peter felt the hot mans big body as he leaned back on his big hairy chest. He was bounced up and down on Jamison's dick. Grunting and moaning as the big salami dug into his bowels. Then Jamison's hot breath was behind his ear. He turned his head to the right and Jamison's was right there behind his head. The facial hair scraped at the back of his neck. Jamison's mouth and tongue licked at his head and ears. And it was soo great "Kiss me daddy" He huffed "Kiss me please" "Fuck now boy" Jamison growled "I ain't gay" Then the big man started to pull Peter harder down on his dick. The head of his cock plowed into Peters prostate. Causing his body to quiver as it hit against his button. Peter groaned and grunted as he felt the head crash against him. "Ohh God, daddy!" He cried "That huge cock daddy" "Ughnnn...!" And that's when Peter came. All that prostate crushing he was getting as he bounced up and down on Jamison drove his body into an orgasm. He writhed on the big dick crammed up in him as he blew. Moaning and crying out as his body just gave into what was inevitable in this situation. "Ughhn. Aee fuckk!" he yelled "I am cumming. " "Hmmmf. Jamisonn. I am cumming daddy" His body bucked and jerked on Jamison's dick as his cock exploded. And this without even touching himself. His cock erupted into at least seven volleys of his cum as it fired out and across the room. Peter couldn't even know where the shots would land as he was in the heat of his orgasm. Eyes in his skull as his body fired them out. His head thrashing back and forth, side to side against the hot man holding him. Were it not for Jamison holding his legs tightly, he would have lost them in his eruption. Flailing them about madly. "Ohh God, Ohh God, Ohh God. Daddyy!" he then cried "Daddy" "Daddy" "Ughnn fuckk. Daddy" Then his body went limp against Jamison. Jamison then pushed him back onto the bed. Peter dropped down onto it with a thud. Then he climbed back into Peters back. "Damn boy. That was intense" he huffed behind Peter "Now it my turn" Then he slammed back into Peters ass. His huge cock plowing into the kids ass, hard. Then as he lowered his body onto peter, he bagn fucking him again.he spread his legs around Peters body and held himself up at the knees as he started to dig his dick back into the tight hole. Jamison quickly sped up his ass crushing assault on Peter.digging and then grinding his huge dick into the kids ass. He was soon huffing as he pounded away at Peter. "Awwee fuck yess boy" he growled "Loving this hot ass Parker" "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" "Gonna slam a heavy dump into you" "Hmmm fuckk!" He was accelerating madly now. Rising and falling with authority as he continued to assault Peters ass with his big hammer. His grunts grew harder, rougher. And he could feel his body getting ready to blow. Peter whimpered and moaned under Jamison. He wanted this to never ensod as this man's dick was completely the best thing he had ever felt. "Ohh God. Jamison!" He cried again "Give it tooo mee!" And jamison did. He rose uo one last time. Then his whole body fell down on Peter. His huge dick slammed into the boys prostate. Peters could feel as his body came again. He was writhing under the big man's dick and body. Jamison howled as he drove in for that last hard thrust. And then his cock exploded. His balls pulled up and shot multiple volleys of the mans cum into Peter. Peter could feel each and everyone too. Shot after wonderful shot as he was impregnated my his angry boss. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yeah Parker. Yeah!" Jamison yelled Then the man finished dumping into Peter. Huffing and panting as his body just lay there on the young guy. Then he pulled himself off Peter and stood. Jamison wobbily stood up as his own legs were weak from his intense orgasm. Then he grabbed his pants and pulled them uo. Stuffing his good coveted dick into them. Then he reached down and smacked Peters well fucked hole. "That was fucking great kid" he stated "But if you tell anyone. I will kill you" Then as he zipped up and got ready to leave he growled at Peter again. "And get back out there and get me pictures" he crowed "Or would you rather be unemployed Parker" Then he open and left, slamming the door behind him. Peter slowly turned over on the bed. Groaning as his butt was sore from the man's hard fucking. He reached down and shoved a finger into his ass. Then pulled out some nice goey cum. He brought it to his mouth and sucked in his finger. Then just lay there in his bed for a while "Hmmm. 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Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2019 21:59:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 9)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in
my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
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Spidey Sex (Part 9)
...... "Ughnn. Awee fuckk!" Peter yelped
Jamison had just climbed up behind him and slammed his huge dick into
Peter's ass. It hurt like all heck ass the big cock pried his hole opened
and then Jamison sliced into him, hard.
"Fuckk. Awe fuck sir" he cried
"Too fucking bigg. Awee fuckk"
"Huh ughn" Jamison groaned
"This feels just fucking perfect boy"
With that he pulled up and almost out. Then he boss man thrust back down
after holding his dick there for just a brief moment.
"Ughnn fuckk yess!" He crowed
"Soo God damn good"
"Noo. No, no, no,nooo! Awee fuckk" Peter yelled again
But it didn't matter to Jamison. The incredibly tight hole he was fucking
was soo damned incredible. The tightness if it as it pulled and pushed at
his dick at the same time. It was sending Jamison into a heated frenzy.
"Yeah bitch. Ughn, fuckk!" He growled as he slammed down again.
"Take it boy. Take it!"
Peter was crying as the mans huge dick slammed down again and again into
his ass. Feeling like his butt may pop from the big cock hitting down
into his guts with such force. Then he was feeling as more and more of
the mans dick pushed down into his belly. Then before he knew it, Peter
had the man balls deep in him. He could feel Jamison's boulders smacking
against his own balls as he hit again and again. It was pain and pleasure
beyond compare. And he wanted it, needed it. And 'damn' the pain. He
pushed back at Jamison now. digging that club into his guts hard.
"Awee fuckkk!" he yelped
"Soo big daddy. Hmmff"
"Give it to me.. Ughhn. Please"
"Give it to me daddy"
And Jamison loved that the kid wanted it. Regardless of his pain, he
wanted it. So he began to slam even harder at Peter's guts. His big cock
plowing into him over and over. Feeling as Peter's ass gave and
tightened. Gave and Tightened. It was the best ass hole he had ever
fucked. And its all he wanted to have. He wanted this kids hole more than
any pussy before it.
"Fuck yess. Ohh Parker!" he huffed
"Daddy loves this boy hole sooo much"
He then reached down and picked Peter up. He pulled him off the bed and
then lifted the kid into his strong arms. Then he grabbed at the kids
legs and held him up as he lifted and pulled the kids ass on his big
angry dick as he stood there.
Peter felt the hot mans big body as he leaned back on his big hairy
chest. He was bounced up and down on Jamison's dick. Grunting and moaning
as the big salami dug into his bowels. Then Jamison's hot breath was
behind his ear. He turned his head to the right and Jamison's was right
there behind his head. The facial hair scraped at the back of his neck.
Jamison's mouth and tongue licked at his head and ears. And it was soo
great
"Kiss me daddy" He huffed
"Kiss me please"
"Fuck now boy" Jamison growled
"I ain't gay"
Then the big man started to pull Peter harder down on his dick. The head
of his cock plowed into Peters prostate. Causing his body to quiver as it
hit against his button. Peter groaned and grunted as he felt the head
crash against him.
"Ohh God, daddy!" He cried
"That huge cock daddy"
"Ughnnn...!"
And that's when Peter came. All that prostate crushing he was getting as
he bounced up and down on Jamison drove his body into an orgasm. He
writhed on the big dick crammed up in him as he blew. Moaning and crying
out as his body just gave into what was inevitable in this situation.
"Ughhn. Aee fuckk!" he yelled
"I am cumming. "
"Hmmmf. Jamisonn. I am cumming daddy"
His body bucked and jerked on Jamison's dick as his cock exploded. And
this without even touching himself. His cock erupted into at least seven
volleys of his cum as it fired out and across the room. Peter couldn't
even know where the shots would land as he was in the heat of his orgasm.
Eyes in his skull as his body fired them out. His head thrashing back and
forth, side to side against the hot man holding him. Were it not for
Jamison holding his legs tightly, he would have lost them in his
eruption. Flailing them about madly.
"Ohh God, Ohh God, Ohh God. Daddyy!" he then cried
"Daddy"
"Daddy"
"Ughnn fuckk. Daddy"
Then his body went limp against Jamison. Jamison then pushed him back
onto the bed. Peter dropped down onto it with a thud. Then he climbed
back into Peters back.
"Damn boy. That was intense" he huffed behind Peter
"Now it my turn"
Then he slammed back into Peters ass. His huge cock plowing into the kids
ass, hard. Then as he lowered his body onto peter, he bagn fucking him
again.he spread his legs around Peters body and held himself up at the
knees as he started to dig his dick back into the tight hole.
Jamison quickly sped up his ass crushing assault on Peter.digging and
then grinding his huge dick into the kids ass. He was soon huffing as he
pounded away at Peter.
"Awwee fuck yess boy" he growled
"Loving this hot ass Parker"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck"
"Gonna slam a heavy dump into you"
"Hmmm fuckk!"
He was accelerating madly now. Rising and falling with authority as he
continued to assault Peters ass with his big hammer. His grunts grew
harder, rougher. And he could feel his body getting ready to blow.
Peter whimpered and moaned under Jamison. He wanted this to never ensod
as this man's dick was completely the best thing he had ever felt.
"Ohh God. Jamison!" He cried again
"Give it tooo mee!"
And jamison did. He rose uo one last time. Then his whole body fell down
on Peter. His huge dick slammed into the boys prostate. Peters could feel
as his body came again. He was writhing under the big man's dick and
body.
Jamison howled as he drove in for that last hard thrust. And then his
cock exploded. His balls pulled up and shot multiple volleys of the mans
cum into Peter. Peter could feel each and everyone too. Shot after
wonderful shot as he was impregnated my his angry boss.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yeah Parker. Yeah!" Jamison yelled
Then the man finished dumping into Peter. Huffing and panting as his body
just lay there on the young guy. Then he pulled himself off Peter and
stood. Jamison wobbily stood up as his own legs were weak from his
intense orgasm.
Then he grabbed his pants and pulled them uo. Stuffing his good coveted
dick into them. Then he reached down and smacked Peters well fucked
hole.
"That was fucking great kid" he stated
"But if you tell anyone. I will kill you"
Then as he zipped up and got ready to leave he growled at Peter again.
"And get back out there and get me pictures" he crowed
"Or would you rather be unemployed Parker"
Then he open and left, slamming the door behind him. Peter slowly turned
over on the bed. Groaning as his butt was sore from the man's hard
fucking. He reached down and shoved a finger into his ass. Then pulled
out some nice goey cum. He brought it to his mouth and sucked in his
finger. Then just lay there in his bed for a while
"Hmmm. Yes sir Mr jamison" he then said with a sigh
"Yess sirr!"
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-7 | Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2018 16:45:04 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (part 7) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 7) ......The rhino was gone and he was sitting there unmasked. If someone found him they would know who Spiderman was. But he kind of hoped someone would. But then he looked to where the chain was connected. Even if the chain was unbreakable, the hook at the end was not. And it didn't appear to be of as strong a material. Peter scrambled up to his feet and then used his web to shoot at the thing. It was hard to aim because he was tied up. But after several shots, he hit his mark. Then he grabbed the web and yanked a few times. The wall gave and the hook was yanked from its moring. "Yess" he yelled. He could escape now. He grabbed his mask placed it on his head. Then he saw the iron railing of the stairs on the roof. He used them to break the remaining chains he was attached to. Several loops around and up to his hands. Then with all his strength, he pulled. "Fuckkk!" He yelled as he pulled "Come on. Come on!" It took several hard pulls, but the liks on his hand finally gave and he was able to get free. "Now to get me a rhino" he said before flying off the roof Peter flew a through the city. Swinging from building to building. Trying to get a sense of where this guy was. But after over an hour, he could not find him. And it would be hard to miss him if he was anywhere. There would be damage and a big big man in gray causing it. "Fuck it!" He declared. "I am tired and I smell like cum" So he went home. He changed back to Peter in the alley near the house. Then he went in. Passing his aunt May in a rush. She called to him, but he said he had some work to do. "I will come down in a little while Aunt May" he called down So he first took a shower. Then went to his room to change. But that when his aunt May called through the door. "Peter. There is a man here to see you" she said "He said he is your boss" Peters ears pricked up. 'Jamison' he thought. What was he doing here? He b thought the guy barely gave a crap about him. And now he was here at his place. That was odd to say the least. And before he could say anything the door opened and Jamison came in. "Thanks Ms Parker" he said almost nicely to aunt May. Aunt May then said to them both. "Dinner is in the over Peter." She said "If you boss want to join you he can" "There is plenty" "I am going to bingo now" "See you later" Jamison thanked her and smiled. It was almost crewpy as the man never did. Then Jamison closed the door behind him. "Parker!" He glowered "Aren't you the one that can get the pictures about Spiderman?" "Well I am better than most" he replied "But u was in school earlier" "What happened" He looked at Jamison with confusion. Not knowing what the man was getting at. But he pressed him for the answer. "Well while you were busy playing school" Jamison started "I was assaulted by that web crawler" "Assaulted and threatened." 'What the fuck!' Peters head screamed. He looked at Jamison like he was crazy. He had been there. And save for dragging the man up to the roof, there were no threats to him. But Jamison continued. "He said he would kill me if I continued to write negative things about him" "The guy is dangerous" Jamison continued Peter knew that was a crock of shit. But he couldn't deny the man's claim for fear of being discovered. But then he noticed Jamison's crotch was pushing outward as he spoke of Spiderman. Then the man reached for his big crotch and groped himself. "Fucking lunatic" he grumbled "Such an attack" His voice near softened as Jamison must have been reliving the moments with him. The blow job he got, and the hope to fuck Spiderman. That was the most prevalent in the man's mind Peter surmised. And why his crotch was near busting at the seams. "Uhnm. Mr Jamison" he said to the man "Are you getting excited about Spiderman? " "What!. Fuck. Noo!" Jamison yelled Then Peter looked down at the man's crotch. Jamison did too. He realized he was indeed horny. And it was the reason he was there. Parker's ass would substitute for the wall crawler. And it was all the more or perfect that his aunt was leaving for the evening. Jamison reached down and grabbed himself again. His dick was seriously tenting this pants now. And he was super horny. "No boy" he growled back at Peter "The spider freak is scum" "I came here for you" "Someone denied me ass earlier. And yours will be a nice substitute" He then grabbed Peter and pulled him to his knees. "Now get in my cock boy" he ordered "Cuz I'm gonna fuck your little ass stupid". Peter looked at the hunk before him. He knew it was all about Spiderman. But he was fine for filling in, even if Jamison really did want him after all. He found this funny and giggled a bit. "Come in boy" the man growled Peter licked at his lips. He was very hungry at the moment. And it was all for the stud before him. So the reached for Jamison's crotch and grabbed at the man's raging boner in those slacks. "Fuckk!" He blurted "Like a piece of granite" Then he pulled at the pants to get them off the man.......... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2018 16:45:04 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (part 7)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one
of those "Gay" moments in my life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 7)
......The rhino was gone and he was sitting there unmasked. If someone
found him they would know who Spiderman was. But he kind of hoped someone
would.
But then he looked to where the chain was connected. Even if the chain was
unbreakable, the hook at the end was not. And it didn't appear to be of as
strong a material.
Peter scrambled up to his feet and then used his web to shoot at the
thing. It was hard to aim because he was tied up. But after several shots,
he hit his mark. Then he grabbed the web and yanked a few times. The wall
gave and the hook was yanked from its moring.
"Yess" he yelled.
He could escape now. He grabbed his mask placed it on his head. Then he
saw the iron railing of the stairs on the roof. He used them to break the
remaining chains he was attached to. Several loops around and up to his
hands. Then with all his strength, he pulled.
"Fuckkk!" He yelled as he pulled
"Come on. Come on!"
It took several hard pulls, but the liks on his hand finally gave and he
was able to get free.
"Now to get me a rhino" he said before flying off the roof
Peter flew a through the city. Swinging from building to building. Trying
to get a sense of where this guy was. But after over an hour, he could not
find him. And it would be hard to miss him if he was anywhere. There would
be damage and a big big man in gray causing it.
"Fuck it!" He declared.
"I am tired and I smell like cum"
So he went home. He changed back to Peter in the alley near the house. Then
he went in. Passing his aunt May in a rush. She called to him, but he said
he had some work to do.
"I will come down in a little while Aunt May" he called down
So he first took a shower. Then went to his room to change. But that when
his aunt May called through the door.
"Peter. There is a man here to see you" she said
"He said he is your boss"
Peters ears pricked up. 'Jamison' he thought. What was he doing here? He b
thought the guy barely gave a crap about him. And now he was here at his
place. That was odd to say the least. And before he could say anything the
door opened and Jamison came in.
"Thanks Ms Parker" he said almost nicely to aunt May.
Aunt May then said to them both.
"Dinner is in the over Peter." She said
"If you boss want to join you he can"
"There is plenty"
"I am going to bingo now"
"See you later"
Jamison thanked her and smiled. It was almost crewpy as the man never
did. Then Jamison closed the door behind him.
"Parker!" He glowered
"Aren't you the one that can get the pictures about Spiderman?"
"Well I am better than most" he replied
"But u was in school earlier"
"What happened"
He looked at Jamison with confusion. Not knowing what the man was getting
at. But he pressed him for the answer.
"Well while you were busy playing school" Jamison started
"I was assaulted by that web crawler"
"Assaulted and threatened."
'What the fuck!' Peters head screamed. He looked at Jamison like he was
crazy. He had been there. And save for dragging the man up to the roof,
there were no threats to him. But Jamison continued.
"He said he would kill me if I continued to write negative things about
him"
"The guy is dangerous" Jamison continued
Peter knew that was a crock of shit. But he couldn't deny the man's claim
for fear of being discovered. But then he noticed Jamison's crotch was
pushing outward as he spoke of Spiderman. Then the man reached for his big
crotch and groped himself.
"Fucking lunatic" he grumbled
"Such an attack"
His voice near softened as Jamison must have been reliving the moments
with him. The blow job he got, and the hope to fuck Spiderman. That was the
most prevalent in the man's mind Peter surmised. And why his crotch was
near busting at the seams.
"Uhnm. Mr Jamison" he said to the man
"Are you getting excited about Spiderman? "
"What!. Fuck. Noo!" Jamison yelled
Then Peter looked down at the man's crotch. Jamison did too. He realized he
was indeed horny. And it was the reason he was there. Parker's ass would
substitute for the wall crawler. And it was all the more or perfect that
his aunt was leaving for the evening.
Jamison reached down and grabbed himself again. His dick was seriously
tenting this pants now. And he was super horny.
"No boy" he growled back at Peter
"The spider freak is scum"
"I came here for you"
"Someone denied me ass earlier. And yours will be a nice substitute"
He then grabbed Peter and pulled him to his knees.
"Now get in my cock boy" he ordered
"Cuz I'm gonna fuck your little ass stupid".
Peter looked at the hunk before him. He knew it was all about Spiderman.
But he was fine for filling in, even if Jamison really did want him after
all. He found this funny and giggled a bit.
"Come in boy" the man growled
Peter licked at his lips. He was very hungry at the moment. And it was all
for the stud before him. So the reached for Jamison's crotch and grabbed
at the man's raging boner in those slacks.
"Fuckk!" He blurted
"Like a piece of granite"
Then he pulled at the pants to get them off the man..........
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-6 | Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2018 11:49:04 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 6) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 6) ...... Peter came to sometime later. He was strapped to a iron pole with hard chains. He was in some Wearhouse somewhere in the city. He looked around and saw no one. But he sensed someone was there. He tried to pull hard to free himself from chains and the pipe. But even though he was stringer than a regular man, he still couldn't get free "Not even your strength can free you from that wall crawler" said a deep voice He knew it was the rhino. Then he turned to see the huge brute standing there a few feet from him. The man was intimidating so close. A big bull of a man. And then Peter took a gander at the sizeable bulge the guy had again. The poor skin tight suit provided little to the imagination as to what the man had. He could not help the hard on he got from it. Looking at that very large bulge this villain possessed. And he couldn't turn away from it either. "You are screwed Spiderman" he said "I told you I would get you" "And here you are" "No. Just how to get rid of you" The guy stood there as he pondered what to do to get rid of the bug he hated so much. "How to squash a spider" he said aloud "Hmm" But then he must have had an ich of something. Because the rhino reached down and groped at his suits crotch area. Peter gazed in awe at the heft of meat straining at the material. He was hungry for it. Wanted it. Then there was the uncomfortableness in his own crotch. So he shifted there as he sat there on the ground. The rhino looked down and he saw Peters hard on. "Hahaha" he then laughed "So the spider likes rhino dick" "Hmmm" Then rhino again groped himself. But now he shook his cock at Peter. Tauntingly. He pulled on a huge heft of meat in his tights. Peter found himself licking at his mouth. The rhino saw as the tongue moved under the mask. He smiled and came over to Spiderman. He then grabbed Peters head and pulled it to his huge crotch. Later felt the large mass of man cock. It was definitely a lot of cock under those tights. He felt as the rhino rubbed his head to the huge crotch. "Bet this little spider wants a rhino cock" the rhino said. He then pulled down his tights as he stood back from Peter. Letting the guy see as he unleashed his big fat dick and huge nuts. Peters eyes widened as he stared at the massive log the rhino had. Then the rhino came over and grabbed at Peters mask. That's when he pulled it off him. The rhino looked down at the young guys staring up at him. He pondered whether he had seen this kid before as he looked familiar. "Just a fucking kid" he stated "Fuck me" He then grabbed his fat slab of dick and hit Peter across the face with it. "Here ya go little boy" he said "Bug thick rhino cock for you" "Now eat it" Peter just gazed at the fat slab of dick before him. It was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even bigger than Jamison's big dick. He instinctively licked at his hungry lips as he stared at the thing. He wanted it. He couldn't help it. So he just opened his mouth at the rhino. Giving him his mouth hole to stuff that fat dick into. "Hmmf. Figures" the rhino said "Had to be a queer" He then shoved his fat dick into Peters mouth. Peter could feel the girth of the thing as it stretched his mouth wide. Then the rhino just started to fuck the kids face. The huge 9 inch slab dug down into Peters mouth. Trying to get into his throat. But Peter had trouble with it. It was too wide and seemed to get wider the more he took. So he took down only about six and a half inches before his mouth ached from being opened so wide. "Awee fuckk boy" the rhi o sighed "Suck in my fat cock boy" "Shiiit. Soo good" He grabbed at Peters head and began to skull fuck him.thrusting his fat tube in as far as he could go. Still trying to pry the mouth opened wider to push himself to the balls. "Ughn. Fuck" he groaned Peter was now choking on cock. The huge schlong digging into his face was not allowing air. Not even through his nose. It was because his mouth was opened so wide. He started to gagged and tried to cough up the thing. But since his hands were tied he could not oush himself off the guy. The rhino just groaned as he fuck Peters face. His dick slamming into it hard. He was still trying to shove more into it. "Awee fuckker!" He yelled "Fucking mouth!" Peter felt as the lack of air pulled him towards unconsciousness. And the rhino felt as he was getting limp. And he couldn't have pleasure if he killed the guy. At least not yet. So he yanked his huge dick from Spiderman's mouth. "Gllarff" Peter hacked as he was let free of it. He coughed and gasped as air finally found its way to his lungs. He head down and drool falling from his lips. He was sure the beast would kill him once he took his pleasure. It then he pondered would the rhino take his ass. Would he rip Peters Spiderman outfit off and take his ass with that thing. It would shred him for sure. And then he would die. But what a way to go, he though "Look at me boy" the rhino then growled Peter looked up at the beast. Eyes filled with watered tears from near choking in the guys schlong. There he saw as the rhino was jerking on his huge dick. His big hands clasped around his fat dick as he pulled on it. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched the guy. Rhino was jerking himself off to cum. He needed to. All this heat woth the blow job Spiderman was giving had him needing to bust a load. So he pulled hard on his dick. Groaning heavy as he neared his orgasm "Gonna bust boy" he huffed "Gonna bust a big nut" Peter looked at the huge balls as they started to tense up. He was gonna blow. So he opened his mouth and let out his tongue. Rhino looked down to see his need for it. So he pulled his cock close to Spiderman's face. Then he aimed it at Peter as he blew "Here fucker. Here it goes" he yelled "Cumming!" Peter looked at the huge slab in rhinos hand as it bloated up in his hand. Getting bigger. Then the almost spearlike head also puffed out as the first blast fired from it. It hit his face, hard. The hard 'thwat' actually stung as it splattered on his face. And it was alot of cum too. Then the rhino shot several more huge blasts at him. A few landing in his mouth. But most covered his face. It was at least 7 shots. And it was more cum than he had ever seen. He felt like he would drown in it. But then the rhu o stopped pumping cum from his dick. And he heaved back in a hard sigh. Then slumping over as he was finished. "Hahaha" the man laughed as he looked at Peter "Can't see yer queer face for all my cum boy" Peter then swallowed the stuff in his mouth. It tasted sweet and creamy. 'Fuck. That's good' his head said Then the rhino scooped up the cum on his face into his big hands. Then brought it to Peters mouth. "Here fag boy. Suck it" he commanded Peter did as he was told and licked and cleaned the man's fingers of his cum. He savored the delicious goo as he was given it. Then rhino stepped back and pulled his tights back up. Stuffing his half hard dick into them. It was a frightening and gorgeous sight all at once. Peter wanted more. But didn't at the same time. "I'll be back for you boy" the rhino growled "Gonna do some bad shit" "And you can't stop me" He cupped at his huge package as he glared down at Peter. "Then when daddy gets back" he continued "Gonna tear up that boy pussy" Peters eyes widened. The guys did plan on fucking him. This was a scary thought. That dick woulf shred his ass up. Hepulledat the chains binding him. He had to get free. Then the rhino turned and left him there. He watched as the big bull ass moved as the guy walked off. "Gotta get free somehow" he said now. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued Please keep nifty going http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2018 11:49:04 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 6)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 6)
...... Peter came to sometime later. He was strapped to a iron pole with
hard chains. He was in some Wearhouse somewhere in the city. He looked
around and saw no one. But he sensed someone was there. He tried to pull
hard to free himself from chains and the pipe. But even though he was
stringer than a regular man, he still couldn't get free
"Not even your strength can free you from that wall crawler" said a deep
voice
He knew it was the rhino. Then he turned to see the huge brute standing
there a few feet from him. The man was intimidating so close. A big bull of
a man. And then Peter took a gander at the sizeable bulge the guy had
again. The poor skin tight suit provided little to the imagination as to
what the man had.
He could not help the hard on he got from it. Looking at that very large
bulge this villain possessed. And he couldn't turn away from it either.
"You are screwed Spiderman" he said
"I told you I would get you"
"And here you are"
"No. Just how to get rid of you"
The guy stood there as he pondered what to do to get rid of the bug he
hated so much.
"How to squash a spider" he said aloud
"Hmm"
But then he must have had an ich of something. Because the rhino reached
down and groped at his suits crotch area. Peter gazed in awe at the heft of
meat straining at the material. He was hungry for it. Wanted it.
Then there was the uncomfortableness in his own crotch. So he shifted there
as he sat there on the ground. The rhino looked down and he saw Peters hard
on.
"Hahaha" he then laughed
"So the spider likes rhino dick"
"Hmmm"
Then rhino again groped himself. But now he shook his cock at
Peter. Tauntingly. He pulled on a huge heft of meat in his tights. Peter
found himself licking at his mouth.
The rhino saw as the tongue moved under the mask. He smiled and came over
to Spiderman. He then grabbed Peters head and pulled it to his huge
crotch. Later felt the large mass of man cock. It was definitely a lot of
cock under those tights. He felt as the rhino rubbed his head to the huge
crotch.
"Bet this little spider wants a rhino cock" the rhino said.
He then pulled down his tights as he stood back from Peter. Letting the guy
see as he unleashed his big fat dick and huge nuts. Peters eyes widened as
he stared at the massive log the rhino had.
Then the rhino came over and grabbed at Peters mask. That's when he pulled
it off him. The rhino looked down at the young guys staring up at him. He
pondered whether he had seen this kid before as he looked familiar.
"Just a fucking kid" he stated
"Fuck me"
He then grabbed his fat slab of dick and hit Peter across the face with it.
"Here ya go little boy" he said
"Bug thick rhino cock for you"
"Now eat it"
Peter just gazed at the fat slab of dick before him. It was the biggest
cock he had ever seen. Even bigger than Jamison's big dick. He
instinctively licked at his hungry lips as he stared at the thing.
He wanted it. He couldn't help it. So he just opened his mouth at the
rhino. Giving him his mouth hole to stuff that fat dick into.
"Hmmf. Figures" the rhino said
"Had to be a queer"
He then shoved his fat dick into Peters mouth. Peter could feel the girth
of the thing as it stretched his mouth wide. Then the rhino just started to
fuck the kids face. The huge 9 inch slab dug down into Peters mouth. Trying
to get into his throat. But Peter had trouble with it. It was too wide and
seemed to get wider the more he took. So he took down only about six and a
half inches before his mouth ached from being opened so wide.
"Awee fuckk boy" the rhi o sighed
"Suck in my fat cock boy"
"Shiiit. Soo good"
He grabbed at Peters head and began to skull fuck him.thrusting his fat
tube in as far as he could go. Still trying to pry the mouth opened wider
to push himself to the balls.
"Ughn. Fuck" he groaned
Peter was now choking on cock. The huge schlong digging into his face was
not allowing air. Not even through his nose. It was because his mouth was
opened so wide. He started to gagged and tried to cough up the thing. But
since his hands were tied he could not oush himself off the guy.
The rhino just groaned as he fuck Peters face. His dick slamming into it
hard. He was still trying to shove more into it.
"Awee fuckker!" He yelled
"Fucking mouth!"
Peter felt as the lack of air pulled him towards unconsciousness. And the
rhino felt as he was getting limp. And he couldn't have pleasure if he
killed the guy. At least not yet. So he yanked his huge dick from
Spiderman's mouth.
"Gllarff" Peter hacked as he was let free of it.
He coughed and gasped as air finally found its way to his lungs. He head
down and drool falling from his lips. He was sure the beast would kill him
once he took his pleasure.
It then he pondered would the rhino take his ass. Would he rip Peters
Spiderman outfit off and take his ass with that thing. It would shred him
for sure. And then he would die. But what a way to go, he though
"Look at me boy" the rhino then growled
Peter looked up at the beast. Eyes filled with watered tears from near
choking in the guys schlong. There he saw as the rhino was jerking on his
huge dick. His big hands clasped around his fat dick as he pulled on it. He
couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched the guy.
Rhino was jerking himself off to cum. He needed to. All this heat woth the
blow job Spiderman was giving had him needing to bust a load. So he pulled
hard on his dick. Groaning heavy as he neared his orgasm
"Gonna bust boy" he huffed
"Gonna bust a big nut"
Peter looked at the huge balls as they started to tense up. He was gonna
blow. So he opened his mouth and let out his tongue. Rhino looked down to
see his need for it. So he pulled his cock close to Spiderman's face. Then
he aimed it at Peter as he blew
"Here fucker. Here it goes" he yelled
"Cumming!"
Peter looked at the huge slab in rhinos hand as it bloated up in his
hand. Getting bigger. Then the almost spearlike head also puffed out as the
first blast fired from it. It hit his face, hard. The hard 'thwat' actually
stung as it splattered on his face. And it was alot of cum too.
Then the rhino shot several more huge blasts at him. A few landing in his
mouth. But most covered his face. It was at least 7 shots. And it was more
cum than he had ever seen.
He felt like he would drown in it. But then the rhu o stopped pumping cum
from his dick. And he heaved back in a hard sigh. Then slumping over as he
was finished.
"Hahaha" the man laughed as he looked at Peter
"Can't see yer queer face for all my cum boy"
Peter then swallowed the stuff in his mouth. It tasted sweet and
creamy. 'Fuck. That's good' his head said
Then the rhino scooped up the cum on his face into his big hands. Then
brought it to Peters mouth.
"Here fag boy. Suck it" he commanded
Peter did as he was told and licked and cleaned the man's fingers of his
cum. He savored the delicious goo as he was given it.
Then rhino stepped back and pulled his tights back up. Stuffing his half
hard dick into them. It was a frightening and gorgeous sight all at
once. Peter wanted more. But didn't at the same time.
"I'll be back for you boy" the rhino growled
"Gonna do some bad shit"
"And you can't stop me"
He cupped at his huge package as he glared down at Peter.
"Then when daddy gets back" he continued
"Gonna tear up that boy pussy"
Peters eyes widened. The guys did plan on fucking him. This was a scary
thought. That dick woulf shred his ass up. Hepulledat the chains binding
him. He had to get free.
Then the rhino turned and left him there. He watched as the big bull ass
moved as the guy walked off.
"Gotta get free somehow" he said now.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-8 | Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2018 01:36:36 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 8) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 8) ..... Peter quickly went for Jamison's pants. He had to free the man's big dick. Because he wanted to get fucked by his boss. He had been wanting it for the longest. And now was his time to get it. The thing felt so good in his hand. And he wanted it bback in his hungry mouth. So he pulled down Jamison's pants. Freeing the man's very big dick. "Hmmm. That is soo big" he cooed "Yeah boy" Jamison growled "Now get on yer fucking daddys dick." "Get me hard so I can fuck your boy pussy" Peter wrapped his fingers around the mans big cock. Feeling the thickness and the heat of Jamison's cock. He loved it. And he wanted it. So he leaned in and opened his mouth. Then Jamison pushed his cock into Peter's face. Peter gagged as the man was forceful and shoved down into his throat on the first thrust. "Glllarfph!" Peter gagged Jamison released him as he gagged on his cock. He gave Peter a sad look. Like he was disappointed thepat he didn't take all his dick at once. Peter coughed as he tried to take in some air "It is soo big sir" he cried "Yeah I know" Jamison huffed "Not so rough. Its too big" "I know but i have heard it all" "Just suck it" He then reoffered Peter his dick. Peter grabbed it again. He still wanted the big hunk if hairy man. So he grabbed Jamison's dick again. And then he went back down on it once more.swallowing half of the mans dick. Something much more manageable. Janison let the kid take charge and liked it. He started to softly groaned as he felt Peter slobbered up and down his big dick. His hand touched the kids head as he started to more gently push at Peter's mouth "Hmm. Yeah boy" he moaned "That's better Peter. Suck daddy's big dick" "Hmmm fuckk yeah!" And Peter did. He slurped and sucked on the man's cock. Worshiping the bug tube in his hand. Peter sighed in the dick as he was delighted to have the man's cock "God this is such a great dick" he stated "Nice big daddy cock" Jamison softly moaned above him. Feeding the boy his big dick. Thrusting at his face, and hearing as Peter gagged and slobbered over his dick. He licked the sounds of Peter working on his dick. "Yeah boy. Suck it. Suck it good" he grunted "Get that big dick really hard" "Cuz I'm gonna fuck yer brains out" Peter became all the more hungry as he heard the comment. He was finally gonna get the ass fucking he so desperately wanted from his boss. He was gonna get the big cock in his mouth shoved into his happy ass. He moved over the big cock faster now. Sliding his hand up and down the big dick as he sucked it. He slurped louder and with more determination. He wanted the man hungry for sex. And when he heard Jamison moaning ever so loud from the work on his dick, Peter pulled form the heavy slab of meat. He lifted his mouth off the thick cock and stared at the sheer beauty if the dick in his hand. A monument to maleness it was. Long and slightly curved, with an almost arrow shaped head. "Fuck me Jamison" he then said With that Peter got up and started to shed himself of clothes. Jamison stood there watching the boy. Seeing the smooth naked body he had. Then as Peter crawled onto his bed and offered up his butt to the man, Jamison sighed happily. "That's a good boy Parker" he stated "Lift yer butt uo for daddy to see that hole" Peter reached back to his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Leaning his face to the pillow as he opened it up for his boss. He heard Jamison's sigh again and then his big manly hand on his butt. Jamison had moved in behund him now. And he squeezed at his butt cheeks. Kneading the boys ass as stood there behind him. "This is a nice pussy hole boy" Jamison huffed "Gonna RAM it real good" And then Jamison thrust his finger into Peter. Peter sighed as he felt the penetration. A deep content sigh as the older man pushed a long fingers uo into his bowels. "Hmmm. Yeaaah man" he groaned "Do it boss. Give it to me man" "Ohh yeah boy." Jamison chimed back "Yer daddy is so gonna give it to you" Then Jamison pushed a second finger into Peter. "Ughhn. Awee fuckk yess!" Peter moaned "Soo good daddy. Soo food" "Want you to take me boss. Please take me" Jamison continued to slid his fingers in and out if Peter. Digging down into his ass for a few seconds, then pulling back up and out. He did this for a bit longer as he made Peter beg for his dick "You want dick boy" he then growled "Beg yer daddy for it" "Beg me for my fucking cock Parker!" "Hmmf. Awee fuckk yess!" Petere then shouted "Yess sir. Please fuck me boss. Please" "I need that big dick Mr Jamison" Then Jamison pushed Peter face first into his bed. Then he grabbed the kids butt and lifted it up for another look at the boys sweet pussy hole. He then grabbed the pillows from the head of the boys bed. He then stuffed them under Peters midsection. This kept Peters ass up for a perfect angle to fuck. "There. Now that's what daddy wants" Jamison then said. Then the man moved in behind Peter. Crawling in the bed over him. Peter looked back at the man's incredible body. The big broad chest, the arms and all that glorious fur. It was Pete's dream come true. "Fuck me daddy" he cooed again "Gimme that huge dick sir" Jamison then moved in at his ass. Pushing his big hard dick at the hole of his young employee. Peter felt the big dick head now pressing to his ass. It seemed much bigger as it was pushed at his ass hole. "Plan on it son" Jamison then said And that's when he thrust his cock into Peter...... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2018 01:36:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 8)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I rmeembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in
my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 8)
..... Peter quickly went for Jamison's pants. He had to free the man's
big dick. Because he wanted to get fucked by his boss. He had been
wanting it for the longest. And now was his time to get it.
The thing felt so good in his hand. And he wanted it bback in his hungry
mouth. So he pulled down Jamison's pants. Freeing the man's very big
dick.
"Hmmm. That is soo big" he cooed
"Yeah boy" Jamison growled
"Now get on yer fucking daddys dick."
"Get me hard so I can fuck your boy pussy"
Peter wrapped his fingers around the mans big cock. Feeling the thickness
and the heat of Jamison's cock. He loved it. And he wanted it. So he
leaned in and opened his mouth. Then Jamison pushed his cock into Peter's
face.
Peter gagged as the man was forceful and shoved down into his throat on
the first thrust.
"Glllarfph!" Peter gagged
Jamison released him as he gagged on his cock. He gave Peter a sad look.
Like he was disappointed thepat he didn't take all his dick at once.
Peter coughed as he tried to take in some air
"It is soo big sir" he cried
"Yeah I know" Jamison huffed
"Not so rough. Its too big"
"I know but i have heard it all"
"Just suck it"
He then reoffered Peter his dick. Peter grabbed it again. He still wanted
the big hunk if hairy man. So he grabbed Jamison's dick again. And then
he went back down on it once more.swallowing half of the mans dick.
Something much more manageable.
Janison let the kid take charge and liked it. He started to softly
groaned as he felt Peter slobbered up and down his big dick. His hand
touched the kids head as he started to more gently push at Peter's mouth
"Hmm. Yeah boy" he moaned
"That's better Peter. Suck daddy's big dick"
"Hmmm fuckk yeah!"
And Peter did. He slurped and sucked on the man's cock. Worshiping the
bug tube in his hand. Peter sighed in the dick as he was delighted to
have the man's cock
"God this is such a great dick" he stated
"Nice big daddy cock"
Jamison softly moaned above him. Feeding the boy his big dick. Thrusting
at his face, and hearing as Peter gagged and slobbered over his dick. He
licked the sounds of Peter working on his dick.
"Yeah boy. Suck it. Suck it good" he grunted
"Get that big dick really hard"
"Cuz I'm gonna fuck yer brains out"
Peter became all the more hungry as he heard the comment. He was finally
gonna get the ass fucking he so desperately wanted from his boss. He was
gonna get the big cock in his mouth shoved into his happy ass.
He moved over the big cock faster now. Sliding his hand up and down the
big dick as he sucked it. He slurped louder and with more determination.
He wanted the man hungry for sex.
And when he heard Jamison moaning ever so loud from the work on his dick,
Peter pulled form the heavy slab of meat. He lifted his mouth off the
thick cock and stared at the sheer beauty if the dick in his hand. A
monument to maleness it was. Long and slightly curved, with an almost
arrow shaped head.
"Fuck me Jamison" he then said
With that Peter got up and started to shed himself of clothes. Jamison
stood there watching the boy. Seeing the smooth naked body he had. Then
as Peter crawled onto his bed and offered up his butt to the man, Jamison
sighed happily.
"That's a good boy Parker" he stated
"Lift yer butt uo for daddy to see that hole"
Peter reached back to his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Leaning his
face to the pillow as he opened it up for his boss. He heard Jamison's
sigh again and then his big manly hand on his butt.
Jamison had moved in behund him now. And he squeezed at his butt cheeks.
Kneading the boys ass as stood there behind him.
"This is a nice pussy hole boy" Jamison huffed
"Gonna RAM it real good"
And then Jamison thrust his finger into Peter. Peter sighed as he felt
the penetration. A deep content sigh as the older man pushed a long
fingers uo into his bowels.
"Hmmm. Yeaaah man" he groaned
"Do it boss. Give it to me man"
"Ohh yeah boy." Jamison chimed back
"Yer daddy is so gonna give it to you"
Then Jamison pushed a second finger into Peter.
"Ughhn. Awee fuckk yess!" Peter moaned
"Soo good daddy. Soo food"
"Want you to take me boss. Please take me"
Jamison continued to slid his fingers in and out if Peter. Digging down
into his ass for a few seconds, then pulling back up and out. He did this
for a bit longer as he made Peter beg for his dick
"You want dick boy" he then growled
"Beg yer daddy for it"
"Beg me for my fucking cock Parker!"
"Hmmf. Awee fuckk yess!" Petere then shouted
"Yess sir. Please fuck me boss. Please"
"I need that big dick Mr Jamison"
Then Jamison pushed Peter face first into his bed. Then he grabbed the
kids butt and lifted it up for another look at the boys sweet pussy hole.
He then grabbed the pillows from the head of the boys bed. He then
stuffed them under Peters midsection. This kept Peters ass up for a
perfect angle to fuck.
"There. Now that's what daddy wants" Jamison then said.
Then the man moved in behind Peter. Crawling in the bed over him. Peter
looked back at the man's incredible body. The big broad chest, the arms
and all that glorious fur. It was Pete's dream come true.
"Fuck me daddy" he cooed again
"Gimme that huge dick sir"
Jamison then moved in at his ass. Pushing his big hard dick at the hole
of his young employee. Peter felt the big dick head now pressing to his
ass. It seemed much bigger as it was pushed at his ass hole.
"Plan on it son" Jamison then said
And that's when he thrust his cock into Peter......
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-10 | Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2019 21:28:27 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 10) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 10) ..... Peter was happy he finally got his boss. And it was the hottest sex ever. And he wanted more. But he decided he wanted to finish his fun with the man as Spiderman. So he wemt out in his spider suit and headed out to the building of the newspaper. He would get the man to fuck him as the "walk crawler". And it would be just as hot as the previous sex Maybe more so. But he never made it to Jamison's office. As he swung from building to building to get ro the place, he heard a commotion. Then a thunderous roar. Cries followed. "Awee Fuck" he huffed Someone was in trouble. And duty calls. He stopped his movement between the tall buildings. Then atoppes to check where his scense rold him it was. "Rhino" he determined. "Awee fuckl me!, So he headed down towards the commotion. Below was the rhino. He was demolishing cars just to do so. Ramming his brute fiorce against them. He watched as they turned over and flew from the power of the rhinos strength. So he swung down to stop the raging mad man. So he moved in to where the huge beast was. "Okay rhino" he called out "Gonna catch you in my web" "Web crawler!" The huge man yelled "I knew you would show up. " "We arent finished. " Peter looked down at the huge man. He looked at the mean face and big horn on his head. Then glanced down to between the beasts legs. He cpuld see the very large bulge in his tights. The rhino paused as he glared up at Spider-Man. He reached down and hefted his huge bulge. Gripping at it as he looked up at Peter. "Come down here so we can finish" the rhino huffed "Now" Peter then realized what the rhino was wanting to finish. He wanted to Fuck Peter. Peter got instantly excited. But was not wantung to get fucked by the huge man. Not by that monstrous cock. "No rhino" he glowered "This spider has plans." "I'll just put you down and then leave" So he bolted from his perch and came down. Shooting webs at the rhino. The webs stopped him somewhat. And the rhino could move. But as Peter thought he had him. He stood too close to the captured beast. Thats when the rhino. Thrashed in the webbing. Getting his horn stuck and in the web. But the brute force and the horn itself sliced through the strong webbing. And thwn the rhino for free and charged the spider. Barreling into him and striking hard enough to send Peter flying. And Peter had no time to react. So he slammed against the building. Hard. "Ughnnf" he huffed as he hit He was on the ground as his breathe was knocked out. Ans the rhino charged again. Hitting the building and bringing a large chunk of thw brick said down on him. "Fuxkk!" He cried. "Gotcha spider boy" the rhino harped. And then the rhino grabbed him. Then he shoved Peters face into his crotch. And Peter gave in. It was over. He felt the huge bulge and lost all fight. Then the rhino looked down at him smiling. "Leta go and finish this" he stated Then he grabbed Peter and carried him over his shoulder as he rushed off. Peter just hung there on the huge man. He knew what was going to happen and didn't care. The rhino took him back to that warehouse they had been at before. Where he had that huge dick in his face. "Now we can finish." Rhino said "Now I can get that spider hole" The huge man groped at himself. Making the thing in his tights grow. And Peter saw it do just that. Swell to sense proportions in moments. "Fuck. Look at that bulge" he crowed. "Monstrous. " "But I gotta have it again" So he lunged for the massive bulge the rhino had. Shoving his face into the thick covered trunk. And he began to lick and chew on the throbbing monster. Beyond the amount of inches of meat he knew was under there. "Gimme" he growled. Taking off his mask. The guy had already seen his face before. So it really didn't matter. Besides the beast didn't know who he was. All there was was the rhinos gigantic bulge. He started to lick and chew in the massive shaft through the mans tights. Moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Wetting it with spit as he did. Soon the bulge was frightening in size. And Peter could see through the wetness of his saliva every thick pulsing vein on the thing. "Gotta suck it man" the rhino stated "Otherwise will bust my tights fucker" "So get to it spider fag" The guy pulled down the top oh his tights. Down over his chest and down his big belly. Peter then pulled it the rest of the way off. Peeling it over the huge schlong tha man had. Then the rhinos cock fell out at him. "Damn that is a big one" he huffed "Just suck it spider" So Peter helped the guy get out of his rhino gear and then grabbed dor the huge tree trunk thick dick. His hand couldn't get around the entire thing. And he remembered that from the last time. But he still opened up.his hungry mouth and went down on the man again. The rhino moaned "Yeah fucker." He said "Thats a good bug boy" "Suck on the dick thats gonna Fuck you up" "Hmmm" Peter heard the words. The words he knew were what the man intended to do. But hearing them now was intense. He would suck on the huge dick until the guy deemed it time to fuck. And he would have to bend over amd take the biggest dick he ever had. "Its gonna fucking hurt like He'll" he thought "Gonna shred up my hole" It was a scary thought. Yet Peter continued to suck on the man's huge dick. Opening his mouth as wide as he could get it to try and suck the fat tube. And then it was time. Faster than he could have thought it was time. But the big beast if a man pulled his shaft from him. "Its time" the guy said "Time for some healthy fucking" Then he picked Peter up and turned him around. Peter was like a rag doll as the huge man turned him. Then he grabbed for the tights keeping him from his target. Pulling hard and ripping them apart at the ass seem. Then he spit down on the new opening. Later felt the wet saliva at his hole. 'So this is happening' his head screamed. "You are fonna get ruined" it said...... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2019 21:28:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 10)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in
my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 10)
..... Peter was happy he finally got his boss. And it was the hottest sex
ever. And he wanted more. But he decided he wanted to finish his fun with
the man as Spiderman. So he wemt out in his spider suit and headed out to
the building of the newspaper. He would get the man to fuck him as the
"walk crawler". And it would be just as hot as the previous sex
Maybe more so.
But he never made it to Jamison's office. As he swung from building to
building to get ro the place, he heard a commotion. Then a thunderous
roar. Cries followed.
"Awee Fuck" he huffed
Someone was in trouble. And duty calls. He stopped his movement between
the tall buildings. Then atoppes to check where his scense rold him it
was.
"Rhino" he determined.
"Awee fuckl me!,
So he headed down towards the commotion. Below was the rhino. He was
demolishing cars just to do so. Ramming his brute fiorce against them. He
watched as they turned over and flew from the power of the rhinos
strength.
So he swung down to stop the raging mad man. So he moved in to where the
huge beast was.
"Okay rhino" he called out
"Gonna catch you in my web"
"Web crawler!" The huge man yelled
"I knew you would show up. "
"We arent finished. "
Peter looked down at the huge man. He looked at the mean face and big
horn on his head. Then glanced down to between the beasts legs. He cpuld
see the very large bulge in his tights.
The rhino paused as he glared up at Spider-Man. He reached down and
hefted his huge bulge. Gripping at it as he looked up at Peter.
"Come down here so we can finish" the rhino huffed
"Now"
Peter then realized what the rhino was wanting to finish. He wanted to
Fuck Peter. Peter got instantly excited. But was not wantung to get
fucked by the huge man. Not by that monstrous cock.
"No rhino" he glowered
"This spider has plans."
"I'll just put you down and then leave"
So he bolted from his perch and came down. Shooting webs at the rhino.
The webs stopped him somewhat. And the rhino could move. But as Peter
thought he had him. He stood too close to the captured beast.
Thats when the rhino. Thrashed in the webbing. Getting his horn stuck and
in the web. But the brute force and the horn itself sliced through the
strong webbing. And thwn the rhino for free and charged the spider.
Barreling into him and striking hard enough to send Peter flying. And
Peter had no time to react. So he slammed against the building. Hard.
"Ughnnf" he huffed as he hit
He was on the ground as his breathe was knocked out. Ans the rhino
charged again. Hitting the building and bringing a large chunk of thw
brick said down on him.
"Fuxkk!" He cried.
"Gotcha spider boy" the rhino harped.
And then the rhino grabbed him. Then he shoved Peters face into his
crotch. And Peter gave in. It was over. He felt the huge bulge and lost
all fight. Then the rhino looked down at him smiling.
"Leta go and finish this" he stated
Then he grabbed Peter and carried him over his shoulder as he rushed off.
Peter just hung there on the huge man. He knew what was going to happen
and didn't care.
The rhino took him back to that warehouse they had been at before. Where
he had that huge dick in his face.
"Now we can finish." Rhino said
"Now I can get that spider hole"
The huge man groped at himself. Making the thing in his tights grow. And
Peter saw it do just that. Swell to sense proportions in moments.
"Fuck. Look at that bulge" he crowed.
"Monstrous. "
"But I gotta have it again"
So he lunged for the massive bulge the rhino had. Shoving his face into
the thick covered trunk. And he began to lick and chew on the throbbing
monster. Beyond the amount of inches of meat he knew was under there.
"Gimme" he growled.
Taking off his mask. The guy had already seen his face before. So it
really didn't matter. Besides the beast didn't know who he was.
All there was was the rhinos gigantic bulge. He started to lick and chew
in the massive shaft through the mans tights. Moving his mouth up and
down the shaft. Wetting it with spit as he did.
Soon the bulge was frightening in size. And Peter could see through the
wetness of his saliva every thick pulsing vein on the thing.
"Gotta suck it man" the rhino stated
"Otherwise will bust my tights fucker"
"So get to it spider fag"
The guy pulled down the top oh his tights. Down over his chest and down
his big belly. Peter then pulled it the rest of the way off. Peeling it
over the huge schlong tha man had. Then the rhinos cock fell out at him.
"Damn that is a big one" he huffed
"Just suck it spider"
So Peter helped the guy get out of his rhino gear and then grabbed dor
the huge tree trunk thick dick. His hand couldn't get around the entire
thing. And he remembered that from the last time. But he still opened
up.his hungry mouth and went down on the man again. The rhino moaned
"Yeah fucker." He said
"Thats a good bug boy"
"Suck on the dick thats gonna Fuck you up"
"Hmmm"
Peter heard the words. The words he knew were what the man intended to
do. But hearing them now was intense. He would suck on the huge dick
until the guy deemed it time to fuck. And he would have to bend over amd
take the biggest dick he ever had.
"Its gonna fucking hurt like He'll" he thought
"Gonna shred up my hole"
It was a scary thought. Yet Peter continued to suck on the man's huge
dick. Opening his mouth as wide as he could get it to try and suck the
fat tube.
And then it was time. Faster than he could have thought it was time. But
the big beast if a man pulled his shaft from him.
"Its time" the guy said
"Time for some healthy fucking"
Then he picked Peter up and turned him around. Peter was like a rag doll
as the huge man turned him. Then he grabbed for the tights keeping him
from his target. Pulling hard and ripping them apart at the ass seem.
Then he spit down on the new opening. Later felt the wet saliva at his
hole. 'So this is happening' his head screamed.
"You are fonna get ruined" it said......
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-4 | Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2017 12:53:49 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey sex (4) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 4) .....Peter had to have Jamison's cock. Even if it was the last thing he did. He went home that night thinking about it. He came up to the conclusion he could get it as Spiderman. So he took off all his clothes and only wore his Spidey suit. Peter knew where Jamison went to have drinks sometimes. So he headed there. He got the the bar where Jamison frequented. He remembered it because he had delivered some last minutes photos to him there on more than one occasion. He hung around on a building just across the street to the bar. He waited there for Jamison. "Come on Jamison" he said impatiently later "Get that hot big daddy cock out here." Peter hang hung around there for near two hours before Jamison finally left the building. It was after nine when he left. Peter looked at the hunky daddy man as he stepped out of the bar. The graying sideburns confirming it was him. He walked from the bar and crossed the street. He headed a was down towards his car. Peter looked down at the hot man below. He was wearing a jacket. But it was fairly snug on his strong frame. The slacks he wore hugged his awesome ass. Peter could feel his crotch throb at the site.he had to reach down and grope at himself. His dick was getting excited. Spidey flicked his hand to shoot a web across to the other building then he flew across to the other side. Fifty feet above where Jamison walked. Then when Jamison got to his car, Spidey struck. He hung off a wall above where Jamison's car was. Then as Jamison reached to his car with his keys to open it, a web shot down from above. It got Jamison's hand and he couldn't get the key to the car door. "What the Hell" Jamison shouted Jamison reached to his jacket. He tries to pull something out. But then another web grabbed his other hand. Peter pulled and Jamison was shoved against his car. "Fuck!" He started to yell "Spider..." His words were cut off when Spidey shot a web at his mouth to silence him. The as Jamison was bound to the side of his car there. Spidey came down to him. He landed on the top of Jamison's car. He leaned in and looked at Jamison, trapped there against his car "No talking" he said "It's so much better when you don't talk" Jamison looked up at the masked man who had just captured him. Spidey leaned in and looked over the man he had there. He reached to the webs on Jamison's face. He pulled to get them off. Jamison then seeing this mouth freed spit at the Spiderman. The loogey hit Peter on the mask. "You won't get away with this wall crawler" Jamison crowed "Silence" Spidey said Then he covered Jamison's mouth. "Once again. Better when silent" Peter said to Jamison. Then he jumped off the car and came around behind Jamison. He looked at the man's back. Then down to his big gorgeous ass. He smiled under his mask as he looked at the full butt covered in the man's pants. "Sooo much better quite" he said again Jamison tried to pull himself from his trappings in his hands. But the webbing was too strong. "Sooo much nicer" Peter said again as he continued to look at the man's ass Peter swallowed as his mouth was producing copious saliva. Then he reached for and grabbed at Jamison's ass. Jamison's eyes shot opened. He then figured that Spiderman planned in raping him. It was what he would do to some boy bound with his butt to him. His mind pondered the guy before in his office. He wanted to fuck him. Then he thought of the young Peter Parker. He would love to Plow that boy ass? To get his big cock into Peters butt. Yeah that's a hot thought. All his immediate pondering were actually exciting him. Then as Peter squeezed his butt again, Jamison woke from his brief trance. That would be what he would do. But it was gonna happen to him. By the guy he hated most. Peter then moved in behind Jamison. He rubbed his growing crotch at Jamison's butt. He thought his dick might bust as he felt it against the big man butt he desired. "Your gonna pay for the shit you say about me" he growled behind Jamison. Jamison squealed under the webs covering his face. Trying to scream for someone to help him. He felt Spiderman's dick against his butt. He didn't want this. He could not take being fucked my Spiderman. It would be so humiliating. "Gonna get some of this too" Peter then said He reached around and grabbed at Jamison's dick through his slacks. He groped at the big log inside those lucky pants. Jamison's cock ppulsed as he felt Spiderman's hand on it. He couldn't believe his own dick was betraingv him. It was reonding to the wall crawler. But he couldn't help it. The hand on his crotch felt good. It didn't matter if it was Spiderman's. Jamison liked the sensations. "Looked like Mr bad newspaper guyis getting excited" Peter stated as he groped more "Feels like a really big dick too" Spider!an sensed someone was coming. So he grabbed Jamison from the car and picked him up. Then he flung a web to the upper part of the building. Then he shot up with Jamison. He flew up to the tops of one of the buildings. A nice tall one at that. Then he again strapped Jamison to a large pole and part of the air conditioning unit on the top of the place. Webs confining Jamison standing with legs spread just so. "Now to some fun" he said Jamison looked back at Spiderman. He could see the obvious hard in the small man had. It was causing a tent in his tights. Jamison swallowed. He soon would be fucked my Spiderman. Have this punks cock up his ass. He pulled and rptried again to squirm from the webs. Still he couldn't. "Fuck" he tried to yell "Such a big manly ass" he heard Spiderman say "Noooooo!" Came the sender muffled cry "Noooooo!" Then Peter reached back around to get at Jamison's belt. He pulled the belt through the lopps. Then his hands quickly pulled down the zipper to Jamison's pants. He then moved Jamison's leg and pulled down the pants. Jamison tried to kick. But he wasn't strong enough to fight Spiderman. Then Peter grabbed at the shorts that were left behind. Jamison's big ass was pressed to the snug fitting boxers. Peter again reached around and grabbed at the cock within. Again jamiaons dick throbbed. "Feels like it's starting to grow man" Peter stated Then he dropped to the ground behind Jamison. Peter then pulled up his mask. Just enough to let his mouth and nose free. He licked his lips as he gazed at the ass before him. He did intend to eat out the man's big gorgeous ass. But any fucking would be by the man he wanted on his ass. It all he could imagine. He reached under and between Jamison's legs. He lifted up the leg of the shorts and the big cock drooped out. He grasped it and played with it. Pulling on it gently. Feeling as Jamison actually groaned as his dick throbbed again. "It sure is a big one." Peter said Then Peter crawled under Jamison. Sitting there between the man's hairy legs. Jamison looked down and could see Spiderman below him. Then he saw the guys mouth. His cock in Spiderman's hand. Then Spiderman opened his mouth. "Bet this fucker tatsed great" he said Then Peter went down on the dick before him. He quickly swallowed Jamison's big dick Jamison couldn't believe what was happening. Spiderman was down there between his forced spread legs.He was there mouth opened and sucking his dick. Even though he hated the guy, he liked a mouth on his dick. And Spiderman seemed to know what he was doing. "Ughnn fuck" his head moaned "Spiderman is sucking my cock" "Fuckk. It feels soo good" Jamison quickly gave into the sensations the man had on his dick. He began to push his hips forward as Spidey sucked his dick down. Peter slobbered o. Thank man's big dick. Lust overwhelmed him as his mouth went over the big meaty cock head. His tongue lapping over the delicious mushroom. He could now hear as Jamison moaned behind the webbing covering his mouth. Hr decided tonrelease the man from this. So Peter moved up and reached for the mouth covering. "I'm taking this off." He stated "Any yell or otherwise and you ar e dead" "Understand" Jamison just nodded. So Peter removed the item and then went back to his position he grabbed at the hardened cock again. It had grown considerable as he had sucked it. Then he went back down Jamison's cock. Jamison moaned again. "Fucking wall crawler" he growled "Knew you liked dick" "All you tights wearing SOB's are queer" "Aren't ya" "Shut up mam" Peter said back "Your cock tastes better when your mouth isn't moving" He stroked the very big dick before him. It was so beautiful to look at. The big bulbous head seemed to pulse in front of him. There was that clear precum starting to drool from the tip too. Peter pulled his tongue out and dragged it over the meaty cock head. Savoring in the delicious goo Jamison was leaking out. "Ughnn" Jamison groaned "Go in fucker" "Suck my dick freak. Suck it" "It's soo fucking big" ptere declared again Then he opened up again. Licking his hungry lips before swallowing Jamison down once more. Jamison groaned again as Peter took most of his big dick down. He held to the base of the massive dick. Then gagging before having to cough it up again. But this did not tpdeter him. He wanted to take it all. Like before in Jamison's office, he wanted all that huge cock in his face. He stroked the big shiny cock. It glistened in the light outside. "Let me loose man" Jamison then asked "This position is fucking uncomfortable" Peter considered this. Jamison might try something. But he then realized he was much stronger than the man. He could easily subdue him. And they were on the roof after all Jamison wouldn't be able to get down with out Spiderman. "Okay man" he then said as he got up "But don't..." "Yeah I know wegpb crawler" Jamison chimed sarcastically "Dint try nuthin' funny" "Fuck you already" "I'm getting a blow job. That's good enough for me" Peter then released Jamison from his bindage. Then Jamison just started to take off his clothes there in front of Peter. The pants were fully kicked off. And then he unbuttoned his shirt. Then took off the wife beater shirt underneath. Lifting it over his strong muscular frame. "Ohh my God" Peter said as he gazed at the full nakedness................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More with Peter and his boss | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2017 12:53:49 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey sex (4)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
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Spidey Sex
(Part 4)
.....Peter had to have Jamison's cock. Even if it was the last thing he
did. He went home that night thinking about it. He came up to the
conclusion he could get it as Spiderman. So he took off all his clothes and
only wore his Spidey suit.
Peter knew where Jamison went to have drinks sometimes. So he headed
there. He got the the bar where Jamison frequented. He remembered it
because he had delivered some last minutes photos to him there on more than
one occasion. He hung around on a building just across the street to the
bar. He waited there for Jamison.
"Come on Jamison" he said impatiently later
"Get that hot big daddy cock out here."
Peter hang hung around there for near two hours before Jamison finally left
the building. It was after nine when he left. Peter looked at the hunky
daddy man as he stepped out of the bar. The graying sideburns confirming it
was him. He walked from the bar and crossed the street. He headed a was
down towards his car. Peter looked down at the hot man below. He was
wearing a jacket. But it was fairly snug on his strong frame. The slacks he
wore hugged his awesome ass. Peter could feel his crotch throb at the
site.he had to reach down and grope at himself. His dick was getting
excited.
Spidey flicked his hand to shoot a web across to the other building then he
flew across to the other side. Fifty feet above where Jamison walked. Then
when Jamison got to his car, Spidey struck. He hung off a wall above where
Jamison's car was. Then as Jamison reached to his car with his keys to open
it, a web shot down from above. It got Jamison's hand and he couldn't get
the key to the car door.
"What the Hell" Jamison shouted
Jamison reached to his jacket. He tries to pull something out. But then
another web grabbed his other hand. Peter pulled and Jamison was shoved
against his car.
"Fuck!" He started to yell
"Spider..."
His words were cut off when Spidey shot a web at his mouth to silence
him. The as Jamison was bound to the side of his car there. Spidey came
down to him. He landed on the top of Jamison's car. He leaned in and looked
at Jamison, trapped there against his car
"No talking" he said
"It's so much better when you don't talk"
Jamison looked up at the masked man who had just captured him. Spidey
leaned in and looked over the man he had there. He reached to the webs on
Jamison's face. He pulled to get them off.
Jamison then seeing this mouth freed spit at the Spiderman. The loogey hit
Peter on the mask.
"You won't get away with this wall crawler" Jamison crowed
"Silence" Spidey said
Then he covered Jamison's mouth.
"Once again. Better when silent" Peter said to Jamison.
Then he jumped off the car and came around behind Jamison. He looked at the
man's back. Then down to his big gorgeous ass. He smiled under his mask as
he looked at the full butt covered in the man's pants.
"Sooo much better quite" he said again
Jamison tried to pull himself from his trappings in his hands. But the
webbing was too strong.
"Sooo much nicer" Peter said again as he continued to look at the man's ass
Peter swallowed as his mouth was producing copious saliva. Then he reached
for and grabbed at Jamison's ass. Jamison's eyes shot opened. He then
figured that Spiderman planned in raping him. It was what he would do to
some boy bound with his butt to him. His mind pondered the guy before in
his office. He wanted to fuck him. Then he thought of the young Peter
Parker. He would love to Plow that boy ass? To get his big cock into Peters
butt. Yeah that's a hot thought. All his immediate pondering were actually
exciting him.
Then as Peter squeezed his butt again, Jamison woke from his brief
trance. That would be what he would do. But it was gonna happen to him. By
the guy he hated most. Peter then moved in behind Jamison. He rubbed his
growing crotch at Jamison's butt. He thought his dick might bust as he felt
it against the big man butt he desired.
"Your gonna pay for the shit you say about me" he growled behind Jamison.
Jamison squealed under the webs covering his face. Trying to scream for
someone to help him. He felt Spiderman's dick against his butt. He didn't
want this. He could not take being fucked my Spiderman. It would be so
humiliating.
"Gonna get some of this too" Peter then said
He reached around and grabbed at Jamison's dick through his slacks. He
groped at the big log inside those lucky pants. Jamison's cock ppulsed as
he felt Spiderman's hand on it. He couldn't believe his own dick was
betraingv him. It was reonding to the wall crawler. But he couldn't help
it. The hand on his crotch felt good. It didn't matter if it was
Spiderman's. Jamison liked the sensations.
"Looked like Mr bad newspaper guyis getting excited" Peter stated as he
groped more
"Feels like a really big dick too"
Spider!an sensed someone was coming. So he grabbed Jamison from the car and
picked him up. Then he flung a web to the upper part of the building. Then
he shot up with Jamison. He flew up to the tops of one of the buildings. A
nice tall one at that. Then he again strapped Jamison to a large pole and
part of the air conditioning unit on the top of the place. Webs confining
Jamison standing with legs spread just so.
"Now to some fun" he said
Jamison looked back at Spiderman. He could see the obvious hard in the
small man had. It was causing a tent in his tights. Jamison swallowed. He
soon would be fucked my Spiderman. Have this punks cock up his ass. He
pulled and rptried again to squirm from the webs. Still he couldn't.
"Fuck" he tried to yell
"Such a big manly ass" he heard Spiderman say
"Noooooo!" Came the sender muffled cry
"Noooooo!"
Then Peter reached back around to get at Jamison's belt. He pulled the belt
through the lopps. Then his hands quickly pulled down the zipper to
Jamison's pants. He then moved Jamison's leg and pulled down the
pants. Jamison tried to kick. But he wasn't strong enough to fight
Spiderman. Then Peter grabbed at the shorts that were left
behind. Jamison's big ass was pressed to the snug fitting boxers. Peter
again reached around and grabbed at the cock within. Again jamiaons dick
throbbed.
"Feels like it's starting to grow man" Peter stated
Then he dropped to the ground behind Jamison. Peter then pulled up his
mask. Just enough to let his mouth and nose free. He licked his lips as he
gazed at the ass before him. He did intend to eat out the man's big
gorgeous ass. But any fucking would be by the man he wanted on his ass. It
all he could imagine.
He reached under and between Jamison's legs. He lifted up the leg of the
shorts and the big cock drooped out. He grasped it and played with
it. Pulling on it gently. Feeling as Jamison actually groaned as his dick
throbbed again.
"It sure is a big one." Peter said
Then Peter crawled under Jamison. Sitting there between the man's hairy
legs. Jamison looked down and could see Spiderman below him. Then he saw
the guys mouth. His cock in Spiderman's hand. Then Spiderman opened his
mouth.
"Bet this fucker tatsed great" he said
Then Peter went down on the dick before him. He quickly swallowed Jamison's
big dick Jamison couldn't believe what was happening. Spiderman was down
there between his forced spread legs.He was there mouth opened and sucking
his dick. Even though he hated the guy, he liked a mouth on his dick. And
Spiderman seemed to know what he was doing.
"Ughnn fuck" his head moaned
"Spiderman is sucking my cock"
"Fuckk. It feels soo good"
Jamison quickly gave into the sensations the man had on his dick. He began
to push his hips forward as Spidey sucked his dick down. Peter slobbered
o. Thank man's big dick. Lust overwhelmed him as his mouth went over the
big meaty cock head. His tongue lapping over the delicious mushroom. He
could now hear as Jamison moaned behind the webbing covering his mouth. Hr
decided tonrelease the man from this. So Peter moved up and reached for the
mouth covering.
"I'm taking this off." He stated
"Any yell or otherwise and you ar e dead"
"Understand"
Jamison just nodded. So Peter removed the item and then went back to his
position he grabbed at the hardened cock again. It had grown considerable
as he had sucked it. Then he went back down Jamison's cock. Jamison moaned
again.
"Fucking wall crawler" he growled
"Knew you liked dick"
"All you tights wearing SOB's are queer"
"Aren't ya"
"Shut up mam" Peter said back
"Your cock tastes better when your mouth isn't moving"
He stroked the very big dick before him. It was so beautiful to look
at. The big bulbous head seemed to pulse in front of him. There was that
clear precum starting to drool from the tip too. Peter pulled his tongue
out and dragged it over the meaty cock head. Savoring in the delicious goo
Jamison was leaking out.
"Ughnn" Jamison groaned
"Go in fucker"
"Suck my dick freak. Suck it"
"It's soo fucking big" ptere declared again
Then he opened up again. Licking his hungry lips before swallowing Jamison
down once more. Jamison groaned again as Peter took most of his big dick
down. He held to the base of the massive dick. Then gagging before having
to cough it up again. But this did not tpdeter him. He wanted to take it
all. Like before in Jamison's office, he wanted all that huge cock in his
face. He stroked the big shiny cock. It glistened in the light outside.
"Let me loose man" Jamison then asked
"This position is fucking uncomfortable"
Peter considered this. Jamison might try something. But he then realized he
was much stronger than the man. He could easily subdue him. And they were
on the roof after all Jamison wouldn't be able to get down with out
Spiderman.
"Okay man" he then said as he got up
"But don't..."
"Yeah I know wegpb crawler" Jamison chimed sarcastically
"Dint try nuthin' funny"
"Fuck you already"
"I'm getting a blow job. That's good enough for me"
Peter then released Jamison from his bindage. Then Jamison just started to
take off his clothes there in front of Peter. The pants were fully kicked
off. And then he unbuttoned his shirt. Then took off the wife beater shirt
underneath. Lifting it over his strong muscular frame.
"Ohh my God" Peter said as he gazed at the full nakedness...................
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-5 | Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2018 14:21:35 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (5) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 5) .....Peter just gazed at the magnificent form of the man before him. Big, muscular and hairy. And that big log between his legs was to die for. "Damn Jamison" he said "You are one hot man" "Shut up wall crawler" Jamison growled "Just get back here and suck this dick" Jamison grabbed his huge cock and waved it at Spiderman. Peter dropped to his knees before the big delicious hunk. He quickly grabbed at the big dick and swooped in and took it in his mouth. Jamison immediately sighed in delight as he felt the guys wet warm mouth back on his cock. "Yeah fuckwr". Suck my big dick" he moaned "You cock eating freaks love big dick" "Doncha" "Yeah man" Peter said as he came up for some air "Love big thick cock like this" He stroked the base of Jamison's big dick. Then sucked and licked on the head and several inches. Jamison started to moan deeply now. He was loving the attention this guy gave him. Gave his cock. He grabbed at the guys head. The mask. Peter grabbed Jamison's hand. "Don't try it" he stated "No man. Just suck" Jamison sighed "Feels soo fucking good" "Your mouth feels sooo good man" Then Peter let go of the large shaft as he continued to lick. His mouth slobbering over the head and 4 inches of cock. Jamison was now pushing at his face. Slowly fucking Spiderman's face. This thought was actually turning him on more than anything at the moment. It's something he could get in the paper. 'Spiderman the cocksucker' it would read. Major headlines it would be. He would be famous for getting this scoop. It excited him so much he grabbed the guys head and thrust his dick into Peters throat. Every big thick inch was slammed down into Peters face. Balls slapped against his chin. Peter gagged as he didn't expect this. But he knew that Jamison's huge dick was just that. Huge. All eight inches of the man's big dick went into his face and throat. Peter had to cough it up. "Gllarrbbff" he hacked as he spit up the large dick "Fuck that's big" he gasped "Hahaha" Jamison laughed He then grabbed his drool covered cock and waved it at Spiderman. Peter looked at the big shiny dick. It was a gorgeous cock. The big shaft had pulsing veins along the sides of it. The shine off of it making it almost glow. "Web crawler cant handle big dick" Jamison taunted Peter knew the guy was right. His dick was a big one. And he hadn't had alot of experience doing this but he was determined to swallow all of Jamison's huge dick. He reached down and tugged on the man's nuts. Jamison groaned and then pushed his cock back into Peters mouth. Peter gagged again, but he had taken a better breath before. His mouth and throat was looser now. "Big fucking cock man" he stated as he came back up for air again "Sooo good. Awee fuck" Peter continues to slobber over Jamison's bug daddy dick. His hands grabbing at the mans thighs as he held to him. His other holding that thick base of the man's dick as he greedily sucked him down. "Yeah web head" Jamison groaned "Suck my big dick fucker" "Get it all in that faggot mouth of yours" "Ughnn. Fuckk yess" Jamison was now loving having Spiderman suck him off. It was a triumph to him. To have this troll he hated on his knees. Sucking down and worshiping his dick. It was the best feeling in the world. He grabbed the hero's head and started to fuck it. Feeling the guys mouth on his dick. The guys tongue as it moved up and down his big shaft. "I knew you would love cock" he grumbled "All you tights wearing freaks gotta love cock" Peter couldn't speak for anyone else that was a hero. He just knew he loved it. Especially Jamison's big cock. E slobbered on that cock like it was the last dick on earth. Munching down as much cock as he could. Still gagging now and then from the size of the man's cock. Jamison continued to fuck his face. Trying to dig his cock deeper into Spiderman's esophagus if he could. Moaning as he dug it into that mouth. "Shit man's. That mouth feels so good" he groaned "Keep sucking my cock web crawler" "Just keep going and I'll give you a nice load" Peter wanted to feel the man's dick in his ass. To jump on Jamison's cock and ride him like a cheap hooker. But that drooling cock tasted so damned good. So he just continued to siphon the man's dick. Jamison just continued to groan as his cock was swallowed down. "Use the tongue fucker" he growled "Use that tongue" Peter did. He grabbed at the big meaty shaft. Squeezing it tightly in his fingers. All the veins puffed and pulsated in his hand as he held that large dick. It was a gorgeous sight to see. He then licked at the head of Jamison's cock. Arounfpd the thick swollen head and then under it and along the shaft. Jamison moaned again as he liked this. "Yet Spiderman. Suck it" "Suck my big dick" "Hmmm fuckk yess" Peter loved just looking at the man's dick. It was a beautiful specimen of male genetaila. He kissed at the shaft and then tapped it across his mouth and cheek. "Fucking big daddy cock" he huffed "Yeah web crawler" Jamison answered "I'm yer fucking daddy" "Suck on yer daddy bitch" Peter then moved back up the shaft. He opened his mouth again and went down the big dick again. The big angry cock was so hard. Steel hard it felt. And Jamison was breathing heavy. Peter then released the man's cock. He then yanked down his tights. He wanted that fucking now. Jamison saw the guys hard dick. Spiermans dick was sticking out in front of him. "Gotta have that in my ass" Spidey said The wall crawler was ready for cock. He told Jamison to lay down on the roof. He was going to straddle his big dick and sit on it. Jamison was up for it. He actually was so horny now. And he was gonna fuck the web head. He laid down on the roof. He spread his legs just so. He grabbed his big dick and stroked it for the kid. Peter looked at that awesome cock. It would soon be in his ass. Peter kicked off the tights around his bottom. He then spit on his hand. He then slathered up his ass with it. Shoving a finger up into himself. He grabbed his dick and squeezed it as he pushed the finger in. "Yeah man" get my pussy ready for that big dick" he chimed "It's gonna hurt so good" Jamison stroked at his cock as he watched Spiderman's hand pull in his smaller cock. The web heads half covered head leaned back as he ground himself on his finger. Then Peter shoved a second finger into his ass. Moaning as it slid in next to its brother. "Yeah fuckkk! " he moaned Jamison liked this. This twink in tights that the guy was. Pleasuring himself as he prepoed his butt for the big dick that he wanted so. "Get in my dick faggot" he then growled "You want this or not?" Peter looked down at the towering dick in the man's hand. Yes, of course he wanted it. Desperately so. So he yanked his fingers from his ass. That's when Peter moved up and over Jamison. He looked down at the hairy hunk below him. Fur, muscle and big dick. He licked his lips. Then he lowered himself to the man's groin. And just as the head of Jamison's cock was at his dorrway his spider sense kicked in. "Shit" he crowed "What" Jamison questioned "Gotta freaking go man" "Someone needs help" Then he pulled up his tights and pulled down his mask again. "Where the fuck are you going web head" Jamison yelled "We aren't done here" "Can't. Duty calls" Peter yelled back Then he flicked his wrist and webs spit out. Then he flung himself to the air. Leaving Jamison laying there, big dick in hand. When he swung towards where his senses lead him, he saw a car being flung over by a huge guy in a gray suite. It was the Rhino. A dude with super strength that had a rhino horn in his tight suite. Peter had tackled this dude before. He had been caught but had escaped capture some time back. Tearing through the bus crating him to a prison facility. "There you are you piece of crap" Spidey said as he swung up above He then flew down towards the incident. That when the rhino saw him. He turned from up heaving another car. Then he glared at Spiderman. "There you are spider goof" he grumbled in his deep barrel voice "Been lookin for ya" "No I'm gonna squash ya" Spiderman looked at the beast of a man. He had captured him before. His webs strong enough to holfpd the rhino for a little while. So he figured this wouldnt be too hard. "Come and get me rhino" he yelled Then the rhino began to scratch his feet at the grown as a rhino would. But that's when Peter looked at the guys thick legs in those grey tights. The were massive. It was only their second encounter. But Peter was able to get a better look at the guys now. Those legs flexed their massive muscle as he prepared to charge. But then Peter looked between the beast massive legs. There pressed in the crotch pouch was a huge lump. "Shit!" Peter shouted "Look at that" "The rhino has a huge bulge" And as he was utterly distracted by the sight, the rhino charge. He came at Spidey full on. Peter then was able to snap out of his mini trance and jump. But the rhinos horn hit his legs and he toppled uo and over the rhino. And the foe quickly turned and came back at him. He had come back and as Spidey landed on the wall of a building the rhino hit it. "Shitt!" Soidey yelled Then the wall collapsed and Spiderman came down with it. Brick and stone fell on Peter. Then the lights went out. "Gotcha!" Was the last thing he heard............. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More with the wall crawler | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2018 14:21:35 -0500
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex (5)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex (Part 5)
.....Peter just gazed at the magnificent form of the man before him. Big,
muscular and hairy. And that big log between his legs was to die for.
"Damn Jamison" he said
"You are one hot man"
"Shut up wall crawler" Jamison growled
"Just get back here and suck this dick"
Jamison grabbed his huge cock and waved it at Spiderman. Peter dropped to
his knees before the big delicious hunk. He quickly grabbed at the big dick
and swooped in and took it in his mouth. Jamison immediately sighed in
delight as he felt the guys wet warm mouth back on his cock.
"Yeah fuckwr". Suck my big dick" he moaned
"You cock eating freaks love big dick"
"Doncha"
"Yeah man" Peter said as he came up for some air
"Love big thick cock like this"
He stroked the base of Jamison's big dick. Then sucked and licked on the
head and several inches. Jamison started to moan deeply now. He was loving
the attention this guy gave him. Gave his cock. He grabbed at the guys
head. The mask. Peter grabbed Jamison's hand.
"Don't try it" he stated
"No man. Just suck" Jamison sighed
"Feels soo fucking good"
"Your mouth feels sooo good man"
Then Peter let go of the large shaft as he continued to lick. His mouth
slobbering over the head and 4 inches of cock. Jamison was now pushing at
his face. Slowly fucking Spiderman's face. This thought was actually
turning him on more than anything at the moment. It's something he could
get in the paper.
'Spiderman the cocksucker' it would read. Major headlines it would be. He
would be famous for getting this scoop. It excited him so much he grabbed
the guys head and thrust his dick into Peters throat. Every big thick inch
was slammed down into Peters face. Balls slapped against his chin.
Peter gagged as he didn't expect this. But he knew that Jamison's huge dick
was just that. Huge. All eight inches of the man's big dick went into his
face and throat. Peter had to cough it up.
"Gllarrbbff" he hacked as he spit up the large dick
"Fuck that's big" he gasped
"Hahaha" Jamison laughed
He then grabbed his drool covered cock and waved it at Spiderman. Peter
looked at the big shiny dick. It was a gorgeous cock. The big shaft had
pulsing veins along the sides of it. The shine off of it making it almost
glow.
"Web crawler cant handle big dick" Jamison taunted
Peter knew the guy was right. His dick was a big one. And he hadn't had
alot of experience doing this but he was determined to swallow all of
Jamison's huge dick. He reached down and tugged on the man's nuts. Jamison
groaned and then pushed his cock back into Peters mouth. Peter gagged
again, but he had taken a better breath before. His mouth and throat was
looser now.
"Big fucking cock man" he stated as he came back up for air again
"Sooo good. Awee fuck"
Peter continues to slobber over Jamison's bug daddy dick. His hands
grabbing at the mans thighs as he held to him. His other holding that thick
base of the man's dick as he greedily sucked him down.
"Yeah web head" Jamison groaned
"Suck my big dick fucker"
"Get it all in that faggot mouth of yours"
"Ughnn. Fuckk yess"
Jamison was now loving having Spiderman suck him off. It was a triumph to
him. To have this troll he hated on his knees. Sucking down and worshiping
his dick. It was the best feeling in the world. He grabbed the hero's head
and started to fuck it. Feeling the guys mouth on his dick. The guys tongue
as it moved up and down his big shaft.
"I knew you would love cock" he grumbled
"All you tights wearing freaks gotta love cock"
Peter couldn't speak for anyone else that was a hero. He just knew he loved
it. Especially Jamison's big cock. E slobbered on that cock like it was the
last dick on earth. Munching down as much cock as he could. Still gagging
now and then from the size of the man's cock.
Jamison continued to fuck his face. Trying to dig his cock deeper into
Spiderman's esophagus if he could. Moaning as he dug it into that mouth.
"Shit man's. That mouth feels so good" he groaned
"Keep sucking my cock web crawler"
"Just keep going and I'll give you a nice load"
Peter wanted to feel the man's dick in his ass. To jump on Jamison's cock
and ride him like a cheap hooker. But that drooling cock tasted so damned
good. So he just continued to siphon the man's dick. Jamison just
continued to groan as his cock was swallowed down.
"Use the tongue fucker" he growled
"Use that tongue"
Peter did. He grabbed at the big meaty shaft. Squeezing it tightly in his
fingers. All the veins puffed and pulsated in his hand as he held that
large dick. It was a gorgeous sight to see.
He then licked at the head of Jamison's cock. Arounfpd the thick swollen
head and then under it and along the shaft. Jamison moaned again as he
liked this.
"Yet Spiderman. Suck it"
"Suck my big dick"
"Hmmm fuckk yess"
Peter loved just looking at the man's dick. It was a beautiful specimen of
male genetaila. He kissed at the shaft and then tapped it across his mouth
and cheek.
"Fucking big daddy cock" he huffed
"Yeah web crawler" Jamison answered
"I'm yer fucking daddy"
"Suck on yer daddy bitch"
Peter then moved back up the shaft. He opened his mouth again and went down
the big dick again. The big angry cock was so hard. Steel hard it felt. And
Jamison was breathing heavy. Peter then released the man's cock. He then
yanked down his tights. He wanted that fucking now. Jamison saw the guys
hard dick. Spiermans dick was sticking out in front of him.
"Gotta have that in my ass" Spidey said
The wall crawler was ready for cock. He told Jamison to lay down on the
roof. He was going to straddle his big dick and sit on it. Jamison was up
for it. He actually was so horny now. And he was gonna fuck the web head.
He laid down on the roof. He spread his legs just so. He grabbed his big
dick and stroked it for the kid. Peter looked at that awesome cock. It
would soon be in his ass.
Peter kicked off the tights around his bottom. He then spit on his hand. He
then slathered up his ass with it. Shoving a finger up into himself. He
grabbed his dick and squeezed it as he pushed the finger in.
"Yeah man" get my pussy ready for that big dick" he chimed
"It's gonna hurt so good"
Jamison stroked at his cock as he watched Spiderman's hand pull in his
smaller cock. The web heads half covered head leaned back as he ground
himself on his finger. Then Peter shoved a second finger into his
ass. Moaning as it slid in next to its brother.
"Yeah fuckkk! " he moaned
Jamison liked this. This twink in tights that the guy was. Pleasuring
himself as he prepoed his butt for the big dick that he wanted so.
"Get in my dick faggot" he then growled
"You want this or not?"
Peter looked down at the towering dick in the man's hand. Yes, of course
he wanted it. Desperately so. So he yanked his fingers from his ass. That's
when Peter moved up and over Jamison. He looked down at the hairy hunk
below him. Fur, muscle and big dick. He licked his lips. Then he lowered
himself to the man's groin. And just as the head of Jamison's cock was at
his dorrway his spider sense kicked in.
"Shit" he crowed
"What" Jamison questioned
"Gotta freaking go man"
"Someone needs help"
Then he pulled up his tights and pulled down his mask again.
"Where the fuck are you going web head" Jamison yelled
"We aren't done here"
"Can't. Duty calls" Peter yelled back
Then he flicked his wrist and webs spit out. Then he flung himself to the
air. Leaving Jamison laying there, big dick in hand.
When he swung towards where his senses lead him, he saw a car being flung
over by a huge guy in a gray suite. It was the Rhino. A dude with super
strength that had a rhino horn in his tight suite. Peter had tackled this
dude before. He had been caught but had escaped capture some time
back. Tearing through the bus crating him to a prison facility.
"There you are you piece of crap" Spidey said as he swung up above
He then flew down towards the incident. That when the rhino saw him. He
turned from up heaving another car. Then he glared at Spiderman.
"There you are spider goof" he grumbled in his deep barrel voice
"Been lookin for ya"
"No I'm gonna squash ya"
Spiderman looked at the beast of a man. He had captured him before. His
webs strong enough to holfpd the rhino for a little while. So he figured
this wouldnt be too hard.
"Come and get me rhino" he yelled
Then the rhino began to scratch his feet at the grown as a rhino would. But
that's when Peter looked at the guys thick legs in those grey tights. The
were massive. It was only their second encounter. But Peter was able to get
a better look at the guys now. Those legs flexed their massive muscle as he
prepared to charge. But then Peter looked between the beast massive
legs. There pressed in the crotch pouch was a huge lump.
"Shit!" Peter shouted
"Look at that"
"The rhino has a huge bulge"
And as he was utterly distracted by the sight, the rhino charge. He came at
Spidey full on. Peter then was able to snap out of his mini trance and
jump. But the rhinos horn hit his legs and he toppled uo and over the
rhino. And the foe quickly turned and came back at him. He had come back
and as Spidey landed on the wall of a building the rhino hit it.
"Shitt!" Soidey yelled
Then the wall collapsed and Spiderman came down with it. Brick and stone
fell on Peter. Then the lights went out.
"Gotcha!" Was the last thing he heard.............
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
More with the wall crawler
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-3 | Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 13:04:47 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey sex (3) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex part 3 ....."Get back out there and get my pictures parker" he yelled Peter headed out to actually do some work for his hot boss. When he got to an intersection in the downtown, he heard explosions and screams. Then he saw the green goblin fly overhead. "Well I guess it's time to call your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He said. He rushed into an alley and made a quick change and jumped into his Spidey suit. Then he was off to get the bad guy. Webs a flying he was up in the air. He stopped the shenanigans from the goblin, but the goblin got away. But he was able to click a few picks for his hunky boss. "Well hope he likes this pics" he said to himself He dropped off the pictures to Jamison the next day. The Secretary told him that his boss was in a meeting with an employee. Peter left the pictures with her. But he had a sense that something was funny about that. So he rushed outside and did what Spidey would do. He climbed up the side of the building and found himself at Jamison's window. He peered in to see Jamison with some guy he had seen a few times in passing in the office. He was bent over the desk and Jamison was giving it to him. He could see Jamison's broad shoulders and back. His big beefy hairy butt as it flexed with each thrust. "Lucky bastard" he said as he watched this guy getting a good slamming up his ass. It's what Peter wanted. And some other guy had Jamison's big dick pounding away at his ass. The young guy was crying out in pleasure and some pain as his butt was roughed up by their mutual boss. Peter hung out there against the side of the building watching this. He had to reach to his crotch as it was getting a bit uncomfortable there against the wall. "Damn man. Wish Jamison would fuck me" he said "Feel that huge daddy cock up my horny hole. Peter got so horny out there that he has to take out his dick and jerk it. So there he was one hand and his feet holding him to the side of the building while he pulled on his aching cock. He stroked hard and faster as he continued to watch the hot show in Jamison's office. That big hairy hunk pulling at the guys sides. Humping at his happy hole. The Peter could hear the grunts getting louder. Jamison was drawing close to an orgasm. Soon that guy would have a butt load of man seed. "Fucker" Jamison growled at the guy as he slammed down "Take my fucking dick pussy boy" "Gonna breed your pussy ass hole" Then I heard the guy protest. He actually didn't want Jamison to cum in his ass. "No way man" he yelled "Fucking is one thing, but none of th..." His words were cut off by Jamison's hand. The big man's hand came down hard on his ass. Peter could almost hear the sharp sting as it bounced off the walls in the room behind the glass. "You will take what I give you boy" Jamison said "And you will like it" Jamison then slammed down harder at the guys ass. He cried out again. But now he was trying to push Jamison off. "No way man" he kept yelling "Get off me fucker" The guy kept trying to squirm out. This was pissing Jamison off. So he released his hold on the guy and pulled out. His huge dick was shiny and seemed to pulse as Peter looked at it. Jamison then shoved the guy over. He fell off the desk and to the floor. "Get outta here ass wipe" Jamison hollered "No side" he guy said as he sat up "I just don't want you to cum in my ass..." Again he was cut off by Jamison, who was furious now. "Get the fuck out Bitch" Jamison yelled He shoved at the guy with his foot, almost kicking him "I said get the fuck out" Jamison yelled now "You are useless little faggot" "Get out before I fire you you little shit" Jamison kicked at him again. The guy crawled up and grabbed his stuff "Fuck you Jamison" he yelled back "You are a fucking asshole" "Get the fuck out!!!" Jamison howled again The guy pulled up his pants and continued to curse back at the boss as he left. Peter watched as Jamison stood there. His big cock just hanging there in front of him. How he wished he was the one in there. He would have let Jamison cum inside him. He would let this big fucker breed his spider pussy. Jamison turned towards the window and Peter pushed himself to the side. Face to the wall next to the window. Jamison then stared out the window. Then he looked down at his hard on. The moment was lost, he would soon lose the hard on he had. He would get no release and would be a cranky fuck the rest of the day to everyone. "Fucking faggot" he grumbled But then just as Peter thought Jamison was done, he reached down to his cock. Then Jamison leaned back against the desk and started to stroke himself. He wouldn't get to seed some little boy pussy like he wanted, but he needed to get off. "Fucking faggot" he glared again about the guy who just left him there with the hard on Then Jamison remembered how nice Peter's mouth was. The Peter heard his name called out "Bet that little pussy Parker would let me seed" Jamison then said "He seemed real into my big dick when he was blowing me" Peter was ever so please that Jamison was thinking of him. How he wanted to jump through the window and suck on that dick again. He looked in to see Jamison yanking on his big dick some more. There just a few feet and a window away was the dick Peter wanted again. And yes he would let that hunky man fucking to a nice Breeding. Peter stated back on his own dick again. Pulling on it as he watched his boss pull on his big meat. "Fucking huge cock" he said as he lightly moaned "Fuck" Jamison groaned louder as he pulled faster on his big dick. "Where are you Parker" he called out to think air "I need your ass on my dick fucker" "Awee fuk man. Where are you boy" "Need that pretty boy hole" Peter watched in awe as the huge dick began to bloat out again. Getting bigger and thicker as Jamison dragged his meaty hands over it. Up and down his big vein covered shaft. "Awee fuck Parker" he cried out again. "Yeah stud" Peter groaned as he too was pulling on his cock madly "Cum for me daddy" "Lemme see that cum spray everywhere man" "Fuckk" Then the two men simultaneously blew. Peter heard the low bellow as Jamison stroking hand drove him over the edge. "Parker" he yelled "I'm cumming for you Parker" "Here's daddy's fucking cum load boy" Peter followed suit as his dick blew. He watched as the sprdays of cum geyaered out of Jamison. Firing across the room and going splat against the glass. He could actually hear the sound 'splat' as it hit the glass. Then another and another. Peter whimpered outside against the wall as he too came. The first hitting the brick of the building. Then as he pulled he lost hold from where his feet were and he fell. "Fuckkk!" He yelled as he tumbked. Down Peter fell from the building as his body writhed from his orgasm. He twitched in the air as he fell. But then he quickly twisted and thrust his cum cinpbered hand out to shoot a web from it. Theweb hit the building and he was flung forward. He swung up and back up to the building again. He held on to it even as his dick was still twitching. "My God that was intense" he said as he held to the building again Peter crawled back up to the window of Jamison's office. When he got tonit Jamison had left his office but then he looked at the window itself. There on the inside was a cum splash from Jamison's cock clinging to it. "Oh my God" he said He wanted that cum. He had to have it. But there it was in the other side of the window. He jumped back down to the front and walked up into the building and to the newspapers floor. He went to the receptionist desk to Jamison's office and headed for the doors. "He isn't in right now." She said "Oh that's OK" Peter answered. "I'm just dropping off some pictures to him" "I can take that" she said Then her phone rang. Peters was happy to did, because he didn't have any pictures yet. And he wanted in the man's office himself. "Hello " she said too the person on the line "You're busy. I will just drop me off" he said She just waved him off as she spoke. Peter then entered Jamison's office. There in the light of the outside coming in through the window was the splat on the glass of the wonderful cum Jamison had blasted out. He rushed over to the window to the drooling cum. It had moved down several inches from its original blast. Peter reached for the cum on the glass and touched it. It was cool to the touch, not like when fresh from the tap. He brought it to his nose and smelled it. It was still cum for sure. Then he brought it to his mouth. Once again not as good as fresh, but it was Jamison's sweet cum. He licked it. Then he brought his face to the glass and licked it off the glass. Then he noticed some around the base of the glass frame. He also scooped it up and sucked it into his mouth. "Hmmmmm" he just savored it as he stood there. He wanted more of it. But the fresh warm goo was soo much better. Then he left Jamison's office and headed out......................... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 13:04:47 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey sex (3)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's
"Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex
part 3
....."Get back out there and get my pictures parker" he yelled
Peter headed out to actually do some work for his hot boss. When he got to
an intersection in the downtown, he heard explosions and screams. Then he
saw the green goblin fly overhead.
"Well I guess it's time to call your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He
said.
He rushed into an alley and made a quick change and jumped into his Spidey
suit. Then he was off to get the bad guy. Webs a flying he was up in the
air.
He stopped the shenanigans from the goblin, but the goblin got away. But he
was able to click a few picks for his hunky boss.
"Well hope he likes this pics" he said to himself
He dropped off the pictures to Jamison the next day. The Secretary told him
that his boss was in a meeting with an employee. Peter left the pictures
with her. But he had a sense that something was funny about that. So he
rushed outside and did what Spidey would do. He climbed up the side of the
building and found himself at Jamison's window. He peered in to see Jamison
with some guy he had seen a few times in passing in the office. He was bent
over the desk and Jamison was giving it to him. He could see Jamison's
broad shoulders and back. His big beefy hairy butt as it flexed with each
thrust.
"Lucky bastard" he said as he watched this guy getting a good slamming up
his ass.
It's what Peter wanted. And some other guy had Jamison's big dick pounding
away at his ass. The young guy was crying out in pleasure and some pain as
his butt was roughed up by their mutual boss. Peter hung out there against
the side of the building watching this. He had to reach to his crotch as
it was getting a bit uncomfortable there against the wall.
"Damn man. Wish Jamison would fuck me" he said
"Feel that huge daddy cock up my horny hole.
Peter got so horny out there that he has to take out his dick and jerk
it. So there he was one hand and his feet holding him to the side of the
building while he pulled on his aching cock. He stroked hard and faster as
he continued to watch the hot show in Jamison's office. That big hairy hunk
pulling at the guys sides. Humping at his happy hole. The Peter could hear
the grunts getting louder. Jamison was drawing close to an orgasm. Soon
that guy would have a butt load of man seed.
"Fucker" Jamison growled at the guy as he slammed down
"Take my fucking dick pussy boy"
"Gonna breed your pussy ass hole"
Then I heard the guy protest. He actually didn't want Jamison to cum in his
ass.
"No way man" he yelled
"Fucking is one thing, but none of th..."
His words were cut off by Jamison's hand. The big man's hand came down hard
on his ass. Peter could almost hear the sharp sting as it bounced off the
walls in the room behind the glass.
"You will take what I give you boy" Jamison said
"And you will like it"
Jamison then slammed down harder at the guys ass. He cried out again. But
now he was trying to push Jamison off.
"No way man" he kept yelling
"Get off me fucker"
The guy kept trying to squirm out. This was pissing Jamison off. So he
released his hold on the guy and pulled out. His huge dick was shiny and
seemed to pulse as Peter looked at it. Jamison then shoved the guy over. He
fell off the desk and to the floor.
"Get outta here ass wipe" Jamison hollered
"No side" he guy said as he sat up
"I just don't want you to cum in my ass..."
Again he was cut off by Jamison, who was furious now.
"Get the fuck out Bitch" Jamison yelled
He shoved at the guy with his foot, almost kicking him
"I said get the fuck out" Jamison yelled now
"You are useless little faggot"
"Get out before I fire you you little shit"
Jamison kicked at him again. The guy crawled up and grabbed his stuff
"Fuck you Jamison" he yelled back
"You are a fucking asshole"
"Get the fuck out!!!" Jamison howled again
The guy pulled up his pants and continued to curse back at the boss as he
left. Peter watched as Jamison stood there. His big cock just hanging there
in front of him. How he wished he was the one in there. He would have let
Jamison cum inside him. He would let this big fucker breed his spider
pussy. Jamison turned towards the window and Peter pushed himself to the
side. Face to the wall next to the window. Jamison then stared out the
window. Then he looked down at his hard on. The moment was lost, he would
soon lose the hard on he had. He would get no release and would be a cranky
fuck the rest of the day to everyone.
"Fucking faggot" he grumbled
But then just as Peter thought Jamison was done, he reached down to his
cock. Then Jamison leaned back against the desk and started to stroke
himself. He wouldn't get to seed some little boy pussy like he wanted, but
he needed to get off.
"Fucking faggot" he glared again about the guy who just left him there with
the hard on
Then Jamison remembered how nice Peter's mouth was. The Peter heard his
name called out
"Bet that little pussy Parker would let me seed" Jamison then said
"He seemed real into my big dick when he was blowing me"
Peter was ever so please that Jamison was thinking of him. How he wanted to
jump through the window and suck on that dick again. He looked in to see
Jamison yanking on his big dick some more. There just a few feet and a
window away was the dick Peter wanted again. And yes he would let that
hunky man fucking to a nice Breeding. Peter stated back on his own dick
again. Pulling on it as he watched his boss pull on his big meat.
"Fucking huge cock" he said as he lightly moaned
"Fuck" Jamison groaned louder as he pulled faster on his big dick.
"Where are you Parker" he called out to think air
"I need your ass on my dick fucker"
"Awee fuk man. Where are you boy"
"Need that pretty boy hole"
Peter watched in awe as the huge dick began to bloat out again. Getting
bigger and thicker as Jamison dragged his meaty hands over it. Up and down
his big vein covered shaft.
"Awee fuck Parker" he cried out again.
"Yeah stud" Peter groaned as he too was pulling on his cock madly
"Cum for me daddy"
"Lemme see that cum spray everywhere man"
"Fuckk"
Then the two men simultaneously blew. Peter heard the low bellow as Jamison
stroking hand drove him over the edge.
"Parker" he yelled
"I'm cumming for you Parker"
"Here's daddy's fucking cum load boy"
Peter followed suit as his dick blew. He watched as the sprdays of cum
geyaered out of Jamison. Firing across the room and going splat against the
glass. He could actually hear the sound 'splat' as it hit the glass. Then
another and another. Peter whimpered outside against the wall as he too
came. The first hitting the brick of the building. Then as he pulled he
lost hold from where his feet were and he fell.
"Fuckkk!" He yelled as he tumbked.
Down Peter fell from the building as his body writhed from his orgasm. He
twitched in the air as he fell. But then he quickly twisted and thrust his
cum cinpbered hand out to shoot a web from it. Theweb hit the building and
he was flung forward. He swung up and back up to the building again. He
held on to it even as his dick was still twitching.
"My God that was intense" he said as he held to the building again
Peter crawled back up to the window of Jamison's office. When he got tonit
Jamison had left his office but then he looked at the window itself. There
on the inside was a cum splash from Jamison's cock clinging to it.
"Oh my God" he said
He wanted that cum. He had to have it. But there it was in the other side
of the window. He jumped back down to the front and walked up into the
building and to the newspapers floor. He went to the receptionist desk to
Jamison's office and headed for the doors.
"He isn't in right now." She said
"Oh that's OK" Peter answered.
"I'm just dropping off some pictures to him"
"I can take that" she said
Then her phone rang. Peters was happy to did, because he didn't have any
pictures yet. And he wanted in the man's office himself.
"Hello " she said too the person on the line
"You're busy. I will just drop me off" he said
She just waved him off as she spoke. Peter then entered Jamison's
office. There in the light of the outside coming in through the window was
the splat on the glass of the wonderful cum Jamison had blasted out. He
rushed over to the window to the drooling cum. It had moved down several
inches from its original blast. Peter reached for the cum on the glass and
touched it. It was cool to the touch, not like when fresh from the tap. He
brought it to his nose and smelled it. It was still cum for sure. Then he
brought it to his mouth. Once again not as good as fresh, but it was
Jamison's sweet cum. He licked it. Then he brought his face to the glass
and licked it off the glass. Then he noticed some around the base of the
glass frame. He also scooped it up and sucked it into his mouth.
"Hmmmmm" he just savored it as he stood there.
He wanted more of it. But the fresh warm goo was soo much better. Then he
left Jamison's office and headed out.........................
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
More to cum
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-2 | Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 18:00:28 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey sex (2) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the late 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex part 2 ......."Get back on my cock faggot" He ordered Mr Jamison grabbed Peters head and pulled him back to his big angry dick. He grabbed his big 8 incher and smacked it across Peter's face. "Go on boy. Suck on my big man cock" He growled "Wanna bust a nut in that hot boy mouth of yours" Peter opened his face and let the man shove his big cock back inside. The bigger man pushed as much dick into the boys mouth as he could before Peter gagged again. The meaty cock head was so big it almost filled his mouth entirely by itself. Jamison pushed to get his dick lodged into peters throat. "Take it fucker" he yelled "You pussy boys are supposed to be such good cock suckers" "Take my big dick fucker" Peter pushed back at the heavy dick in his mouth again. He was afraid that Jamison would choke him to death. "Its too big Mr Jamison". He cried out. "Its gonna be too big if I turn your ass around and shove it up your ass " Jamison said "Now suck!" He let Peter do what he wanted. he knew the boy was lusting for his dick. So he didn't force anymore. "Just do it fag boy" he snarled Peter wanted that dick badly. But he wanted to take it slow. He knew if he did he would be able to swallow mush more of the cock. But not by force. He grasped the heavy shaft. It was indeed a heavy slab of cock his boss had. He licked at the tip of the dewy head. Tasting that delicious pre cum the older man had. Sweet and slightly salted around the trails of his taste buds. He wanted this big dick badly. So He opened up more and took more of the big dick into his face. He was more relaxed as Jamison let him do the work now. Peter slowly went up and down his bosses big dick. The taste had him mad crazy with lust for Jamison. He never thought he would desire this guy. Jamison was a royal fucktard for sure. But the big beautiful dick before him changed everything for Peter. "Damn this is such a great dick boss" he said as he came up for air again "Never had such a big cock before" "I am surprised Parker" Jamison said in a rude tone "Seems like you would be sucking off every jock at school" Peter didn't mind the abusive words. All that mattered was the log he was sucking on. The big delicious dick his face was trying to consume. He went down on Jamison again, farther this time. He had almost 7 inches pushed into his face now. He felt proud of himself that he was able to take so much on his own. His face felt so full of cock too. He held onto Jamison's big nuts and gently pulled on them. He kneaded the big boulders at coax and churn the wonderful cum that he would be rewarded with for his siphoning efforts. Jamison just groaned as he was now loving the hot young boys mouth on his cock. "Damn that mouth is really great Parker" he said "Keep sucking my dick like that and you will get a nice creamy prize boy" Jamison's demeanor changed now. He was less an asshole and more a guiding father. he stroked Peter's head and he moaned on the great blow job he was getting. He was soon grunting as he began to thrust at the succulent mouth in his dick. Jamison was groaning with pleasure as his felt peter's throat open up better to accept his big cock. "That's such a good boy parker" he groaned "Now you're really getting to my cock fucker" "Hmmmm. Aawweeee fuckk yeah" Peter wanted more of this man now. He wanted to see his naked body. Although Jamison was soon getting close to the inevitable as he was now panting as he gently thrust his hips to meet with the mouth on his aching dick. But he had to at least touch this guy more. Peter then moved his hand up and slid it under Jamison's shirt. he reached up and found the guys hard toned stomach. he felt a light amount of hair moving up the man's belly, upwards to the chest above. he received no resistance from Jamison, so he continued on his journey up the guys torso. His hand moved up the ripped belly and up to the chest where he found a jackpot. There he found he felt a nice hairy chest covering a muscular upper body. "Fuck" he said as he let go of the guys dick for a moment "Your chest feels awesome Mr Jamison" "Just suck my dick boy" His boss replied. "Wanna give you a treat fucker" "You mouth has been so great on my cock Parker. You deserve a treat" Jamison grabbed Peter's head and began to thrust harder into the guys face. His cock was starting to swell as he knew he would burst soon. The mouth on his dick was incredible for sure. "Uhgnnnn fuckk" he cried out as his balls pulled up Peter felt the big heavy sack press to his lips as Jamison was about to let loose. Then Jamison howled out and gripped Pater's head as he exploded. 'Here it comes Parker" he hollered "Here comes your prize boy" Then Jamison's body tensed up and he let loose a huge bust of nut cream into Pater's mouth. It was a big flood of cum that just kept pouring into his mouth and rushing into his throat. peter tried desperately to swallow and get all the incredible cum load. The cream once it hit his taste buds sent Peter into orbit from the flavor. Jamison's cum was the best cum he had ever tasted. Almost sweet like condensed milk, and near as creamy. But the flood of cum that the big man was dumping into his mouth was like a damn had burst. It was too much and Peter could not hold it all. His throat and mouth filled up quickly and he gagged and had to cough up his bosses awesome dick. Cum gushed from his mouth and down his chin. Falling to his pants and the floor below. Peter had to spit up the mans still spitting cock. And the thing was still drooling a river of cum from the tip. Jamison grabbed his dick and l pulled on it to finish his orgasm. He moaned and cursed as he finally finished unloading his balls. "Get up here and lick up this mess parker" he ordered of Peter Peter looked up at the big drooling dick and went back up to take it into his hungry mouth. He slurped on it and licked it clean. Jamison just groaning in delight above the boy. Peter then licked the daddy man's hands and anywhere else that cum flew or landed. Including himself. He savored the ever so delicious cum and smiled as he looked up at Jamison. "That was sooo good man" he sated "Sweet and thick" "Glad you liked it Parker" Jamison said to him Jamison then began to stuff his big dick into his slacks. Peter gazed at the still semi hard dick as it pressed to the pants material. There was a nice tent in them as he stared at his boss. he looked up at the hot daddy stud and wanted to crawl up on his chest and lick it if he could. But Jamison started to zip up and return his belt to its loops. Then his demeanor changed back into the asshole peter knew he was. he looked down at Peter and pulled him up. "Get back out there and get my pictures parker" he yelled.................. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ to be continued | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 18:00:28 -0500
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey sex (2)
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the late 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex
part 2
......."Get back on my cock faggot" He ordered
Mr Jamison grabbed Peters head and pulled him back to his big angry
dick. He grabbed his big 8 incher and smacked it across Peter's face.
"Go on boy. Suck on my big man cock" He growled
"Wanna bust a nut in that hot boy mouth of yours"
Peter opened his face and let the man shove his big cock back inside. The
bigger man pushed as much dick into the boys mouth as he could before Peter
gagged again. The meaty cock head was so big it almost filled his mouth
entirely by itself. Jamison pushed to get his dick lodged into peters
throat.
"Take it fucker" he yelled
"You pussy boys are supposed to be such good cock suckers"
"Take my big dick fucker"
Peter pushed back at the heavy dick in his mouth again. He was afraid that
Jamison would choke him to death.
"Its too big Mr Jamison". He cried out.
"Its gonna be too big if I turn your ass around and shove it up your ass "
Jamison said
"Now suck!"
He let Peter do what he wanted. he knew the boy was lusting for his
dick. So he didn't force anymore.
"Just do it fag boy" he snarled
Peter wanted that dick badly. But he wanted to take it slow. He knew if he
did he would be able to swallow mush more of the cock. But not by force. He
grasped the heavy shaft. It was indeed a heavy slab of cock his boss
had. He licked at the tip of the dewy head. Tasting that delicious pre cum
the older man had. Sweet and slightly salted around the trails of his taste
buds. He wanted this big dick badly. So He opened up more and took more of
the big dick into his face. He was more relaxed as Jamison let him do the
work now. Peter slowly went up and down his bosses big dick. The taste had
him mad crazy with lust for Jamison. He never thought he would desire this
guy. Jamison was a royal fucktard for sure. But the big beautiful dick
before him changed everything for Peter.
"Damn this is such a great dick boss" he said as he came up for air again
"Never had such a big cock before"
"I am surprised Parker" Jamison said in a rude tone
"Seems like you would be sucking off every jock at school"
Peter didn't mind the abusive words. All that mattered was the log he was
sucking on. The big delicious dick his face was trying to consume. He went
down on Jamison again, farther this time. He had almost 7 inches pushed
into his face now. He felt proud of himself that he was able to take so
much on his own. His face felt so full of cock too. He held onto Jamison's
big nuts and gently pulled on them. He kneaded the big boulders at coax and
churn the wonderful cum that he would be rewarded with for his siphoning
efforts. Jamison just groaned as he was now loving the hot young boys mouth
on his cock.
"Damn that mouth is really great Parker" he said
"Keep sucking my dick like that and you will get a nice creamy prize boy"
Jamison's demeanor changed now. He was less an asshole and more a guiding
father. he stroked Peter's head and he moaned on the great blow job he was
getting. He was soon grunting as he began to thrust at the succulent mouth
in his dick. Jamison was groaning with pleasure as his felt peter's throat
open up better to accept his big cock.
"That's such a good boy parker" he groaned
"Now you're really getting to my cock fucker"
"Hmmmm. Aawweeee fuckk yeah"
Peter wanted more of this man now. He wanted to see his naked
body. Although Jamison was soon getting close to the inevitable as he was
now panting as he gently thrust his hips to meet with the mouth on his
aching dick. But he had to at least touch this guy more. Peter then moved
his hand up and slid it under Jamison's shirt. he reached up and found the
guys hard toned stomach. he felt a light amount of hair moving up the man's
belly, upwards to the chest above. he received no resistance from Jamison,
so he continued on his journey up the guys torso. His hand moved up the
ripped belly and up to the chest where he found a jackpot. There he found
he felt a nice hairy chest covering a muscular upper body.
"Fuck" he said as he let go of the guys dick for a moment
"Your chest feels awesome Mr Jamison"
"Just suck my dick boy" His boss replied.
"Wanna give you a treat fucker"
"You mouth has been so great on my cock Parker. You deserve a treat"
Jamison grabbed Peter's head and began to thrust harder into the guys
face. His cock was starting to swell as he knew he would burst soon. The
mouth on his dick was incredible for sure.
"Uhgnnnn fuckk" he cried out as his balls pulled up
Peter felt the big heavy sack press to his lips as Jamison was about to let
loose. Then Jamison howled out and gripped Pater's head as he exploded.
'Here it comes Parker" he hollered
"Here comes your prize boy"
Then Jamison's body tensed up and he let loose a huge bust of nut cream
into Pater's mouth. It was a big flood of cum that just kept pouring into
his mouth and rushing into his throat. peter tried desperately to swallow
and get all the incredible cum load. The cream once it hit his taste buds
sent Peter into orbit from the flavor. Jamison's cum was the best cum he
had ever tasted. Almost sweet like condensed milk, and near as creamy. But
the flood of cum that the big man was dumping into his mouth was like a
damn had burst. It was too much and Peter could not hold it all. His throat
and mouth filled up quickly and he gagged and had to cough up his bosses
awesome dick. Cum gushed from his mouth and down his chin. Falling to his
pants and the floor below. Peter had to spit up the mans still spitting
cock. And the thing was still drooling a river of cum from the tip. Jamison
grabbed his dick and l pulled on it to finish his orgasm. He moaned and
cursed as he finally finished unloading his balls.
"Get up here and lick up this mess parker" he ordered of Peter
Peter looked up at the big drooling dick and went back up to take it into
his hungry mouth. He slurped on it and licked it clean. Jamison just
groaning in delight above the boy. Peter then licked the daddy man's hands
and anywhere else that cum flew or landed. Including himself. He savored
the ever so delicious cum and smiled as he looked up at Jamison.
"That was sooo good man" he sated
"Sweet and thick"
"Glad you liked it Parker" Jamison said to him
Jamison then began to stuff his big dick into his slacks. Peter gazed at
the still semi hard dick as it pressed to the pants material. There was a
nice tent in them as he stared at his boss. he looked up at the hot daddy
stud and wanted to crawl up on his chest and lick it if he could. But
Jamison started to zip up and return his belt to its loops. Then his
demeanor changed back into the asshole peter knew he was. he looked down at
Peter and pulled him up.
"Get back out there and get my pictures parker" he yelled..................
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
to be continued
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/spidey-sex/spidey-sex-1 | Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2016 18:37:01 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the late 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex Spiderman (aka: Peter Parker) always knew it was there. That strange feeling. that strange tingle in his loins whenever he got close to some guy that somewhere deep in his psyche that said he wanted this person. Even thought he was taught for it to be wrong for boys to like boys. So he dated girls (when they didn't think he was weird) even though he knew that that relationship would never last. "Damn" his brain would say to him whenever he saw a hot man And his brain also catered to the beefy type. When he got the job at the paper working for Jamison he immediately got that tingle. Jamison was not the most attractive men for sure, but the rich fur on his strong forearms held promise to oh so much more goods. Once he had come into the guys office he noticed a nice bulge in Jamison's slacks as he leaned against his desk. The guy was on the phone yelling at the editorial staff about the mornings run. His legs crossed at the ankles and his package pushed out for Peter to see. And the meaty tube pressed against those lucky slacks held more promise. So whenever the guy was a dick to him he just let it go. Anything to get a gander at the guys body. "Hmmm" He would ponder to himself "Jamison is a hunky daddy type" Well after many months of working for Mr Jamison and dealing with the ass the guy was, Peter finally got what he wanted. Jamison was complaining about Spiderman again. How much he hated the web slinger. Spidey ( aka Peter Parker) had just been to Jamison's office and embarrassed Jamison. Peter had come in after changing back into Peter after an incident with the'Vulture'. BuT Jamison was made to look the fool . "Fucking Spider-Man" Jamison said "I hate that fucking web head." "How dare he mess with me" "What's going on Mr Jamison" Peter said to his boss "Its that damned wall crawler again" Jamison yelled "I'll show him. I'll show him" Peter kind of snicker as he knew what had happened and found it amusing. He smiled and giggled a bit at Jamison's expense. Jamison was not pleased as his employee all but mocked his situation. "Parker. Don't you mock me boy" He said in his rough manly toned "Sorry boss" he smiled "You little twerp" Jamison growled He continued to bitch and complain about Spider-Man for the extent of their conversation. Then Peter seeing the hunky man as he sat there pounding his hand to his desk. saw the familiar bulge in Jamison's pants. That big dick was pushing at the slacks. Was Jamison getting turned on about talking about Spider-Man. "Geez Mr Jamison" Peter stated matter of fact "Its like you have a hard on for Spider-Man dude" "What the Hell...." Jamison hollered "What do you mean a hard on for Spider-Man" "I should fire your scrawny ass" Then Peter decided to point out the obvious. Jamison was indeed getting a hard on from his rant. The bulge in his slacks growing as he continued to yell. "I mean you seriously have a hard on Mr Jamison" Peter said to him as he looked down at the growing bulge Jamison looked down at his crotch in befuddlement. Parker was right . He was getting a hard on at talking about the web crawler. He looked over at Peter and glared at him. But as he did look upon the boy. He saw Peter lick his lips as he stared intently at the big tenting crotch. Jamison realized that Peter was not only pointing out the rager in his pants, But that Parker was ogling it. This made him mad and horny at the same time. He knew Parker liked Spider-Man.Eexalted his hero at times. He could noy have this. And he intended to take out his frustrations on Peter. "You little pussy faggot" he yelled "You're looking at my fucking dick aren't you" "You're just like that disgusting worm Spider man. He's probably a faggot like you" Jamison rushed Pater and grabbed him. Parker knew he was stronger than Jamison because of his spider strength. But he let the big man do what he wanted. He felt Jamison's strong hand grab for him and pull him to the floor. "Get down there like the pussy tou are boy" Jamison growled "I'm gonna teach you a lesson fag boy" Jamison began to undo his pants. He then pulled out his nice dick. Peter looked at the meat stick in front of him. He licked his lips at he knew what was about to happen. 'Your gonna suck this big man cock boy" Jamison growled "Now get on my cock Parker" Peter reached for the soft cut cock of his boss. it was a good size. His fingers grabbed it and he pulled his mouth to the man's crotch. Then Peter opened up and placed the soft dick into his hungry face. His tongue licked the tip of Jamison's dick and it twitched in his mouth. His tongue also swirled around the mushroom head and the sensitive under side of Jamison's cock. Jamison groaned as he felt the wonderful boys mouth on his dick. He reached for Peter's head and placed his hand on it. He began to move his hips and his dick responded to the mouth slurping him down. he could feel himself growing in Peter's mouth. "That's it faggot" he growled "Suck on my big dick like the pussy you are" "Get it all nice and hard and I might give you a treat" Peter continued to suck on the big delicious dick. He then grasped the base of the shaft as Jamison's cock stretch to maximum. The man had a near eight inch club once the shaft was rigid and bloated. It was pretty thick too. He lavished drool and desire over Jamison's cock. He wanted the treat he knew would be a nice cum blast in his mouth. His hand moved up and under Jamison's shirt. There he found what he had been hoping for on the big daddy man. Fur. He felt up the fairly toned chest as he felt the fur and muscle under the man's shirt. He wanted to see it. It would make this encounter so much the hotter if Jamison was fully naked. "Take off your short Mr. Jamison" Peter asked "Why boy" Came the graveled voice answer "I wanna see you big daddy body" Jamison laughed as the boy called him daddy. But he was horny now as his dick was getting a wonderful blow job. Then he unbutton his shirt as peter continued to slobber on the big thick cock in his hungry mouth. Peter watched intently as the man's strong furred forearm moved to unbutton the shirt containing the body that he wanted to see. Slowly the man moved down his buttons, one by one. He loosened his tie and pulled it off his neck. Then returned to the buttons on his shirt. Each opened more and more to reveal what peter's dick was now raging about. Then the last button unbound the shirt and Jamison opened it up for Peter to see his chest and stomach. It was incredible. Peter actually stopped sucking on Jamison as he gazed up at the gorgeous dark furred chest. His hand roamed over the hills and valleys of the upper body and ripped stomach. "Hole Shit" He blurted at the magnificent sight before him. "You are smoking hot Mr Jamison:" His boss laughed at the comment and then watched as the kid felt up his hard manly body. Jamison knew he was a stud because he always worked out. he wasn't a runt like Peter or that freak Spiderman. Then he growled at Peter as his dick was not being serviced. "Get back on my cock faggot" He ordered................................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More with the web crawler | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2016 18:37:01 -0500
From: [email protected]
Subject: Spidey Sex
This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the late 60's "Spiderman"
I was young back when this was on. But I remembered how the cartoon
character had a slight bulge.
And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my
life is all
Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from that cartoon.
Enjoy.........................
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Spidey Sex
Spiderman (aka: Peter Parker) always knew it was there. That strange
feeling. that strange tingle in his loins whenever he got close to some guy
that somewhere deep in his psyche that said he wanted this person. Even
thought he was taught for it to be wrong for boys to like boys. So he dated
girls (when they didn't think he was weird) even though he knew that that
relationship would never last.
"Damn" his brain would say to him whenever he saw a hot man
And his brain also catered to the beefy type. When he got the job at the
paper working for Jamison he immediately got that tingle. Jamison was not
the most attractive men for sure, but the rich fur on his strong forearms
held promise to oh so much more goods. Once he had come into the guys
office he noticed a nice bulge in Jamison's slacks as he leaned against his
desk. The guy was on the phone yelling at the editorial staff about the
mornings run. His legs crossed at the ankles and his package pushed out for
Peter to see. And the meaty tube pressed against those lucky slacks held
more promise. So whenever the guy was a dick to him he just let it
go. Anything to get a gander at the guys body.
"Hmmm" He would ponder to himself
"Jamison is a hunky daddy type"
Well after many months of working for Mr Jamison and dealing with the ass
the guy was, Peter finally got what he wanted. Jamison was complaining
about Spiderman again. How much he hated the web slinger. Spidey ( aka
Peter Parker) had just been to Jamison's office and embarrassed Jamison.
Peter had come in after changing back into Peter after an incident with
the'Vulture'. BuT Jamison was made to look the fool .
"Fucking Spider-Man" Jamison said
"I hate that fucking web head."
"How dare he mess with me"
"What's going on Mr Jamison" Peter said to his boss
"Its that damned wall crawler again" Jamison yelled
"I'll show him. I'll show him"
Peter kind of snicker as he knew what had happened and found it amusing. He
smiled and giggled a bit at Jamison's expense. Jamison was not pleased as
his employee all but mocked his situation.
"Parker. Don't you mock me boy" He said in his rough manly toned
"Sorry boss" he smiled
"You little twerp" Jamison growled
He continued to bitch and complain about Spider-Man for the extent of their
conversation. Then Peter seeing the hunky man as he sat there pounding his
hand to his desk. saw the familiar bulge in Jamison's pants. That big dick
was pushing at the slacks. Was Jamison getting turned on about talking
about Spider-Man.
"Geez Mr Jamison" Peter stated matter of fact
"Its like you have a hard on for Spider-Man dude"
"What the Hell...." Jamison hollered
"What do you mean a hard on for Spider-Man"
"I should fire your scrawny ass"
Then Peter decided to point out the obvious. Jamison was indeed getting a
hard on from his rant. The bulge in his slacks growing as he continued to
yell.
"I mean you seriously have a hard on Mr Jamison" Peter said to him as he
looked down at the growing bulge
Jamison looked down at his crotch in befuddlement. Parker was right . He
was getting a hard on at talking about the web crawler. He looked over at
Peter and glared at him. But as he did look upon the boy. He saw Peter lick
his lips as he stared intently at the big tenting crotch. Jamison realized
that Peter was not only pointing out the rager in his pants, But that
Parker was ogling it. This made him mad and horny at the same time. He knew
Parker liked Spider-Man.Eexalted his hero at times. He could noy have
this. And he intended to take out his frustrations on Peter.
"You little pussy faggot" he yelled
"You're looking at my fucking dick aren't you"
"You're just like that disgusting worm Spider man. He's probably a faggot
like you"
Jamison rushed Pater and grabbed him. Parker knew he was stronger than
Jamison because of his spider strength. But he let the big man do what he
wanted. He felt Jamison's strong hand grab for him and pull him to the
floor.
"Get down there like the pussy tou are boy" Jamison growled
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson fag boy"
Jamison began to undo his pants. He then pulled out his nice dick. Peter
looked at the meat stick in front of him. He licked his lips at he knew
what was about to happen.
'Your gonna suck this big man cock boy" Jamison growled
"Now get on my cock Parker"
Peter reached for the soft cut cock of his boss. it was a good size. His
fingers grabbed it and he pulled his mouth to the man's crotch. Then Peter
opened up and placed the soft dick into his hungry face. His tongue licked
the tip of Jamison's dick and it twitched in his mouth. His tongue also
swirled around the mushroom head and the sensitive under side of Jamison's
cock. Jamison groaned as he felt the wonderful boys mouth on his dick. He
reached for Peter's head and placed his hand on it. He began to move his
hips and his dick responded to the mouth slurping him down. he could feel
himself growing in Peter's mouth.
"That's it faggot" he growled
"Suck on my big dick like the pussy you are"
"Get it all nice and hard and I might give you a treat"
Peter continued to suck on the big delicious dick. He then grasped the base
of the shaft as Jamison's cock stretch to maximum. The man had a near eight
inch club once the shaft was rigid and bloated. It was pretty thick too. He
lavished drool and desire over Jamison's cock. He wanted the treat he knew
would be a nice cum blast in his mouth. His hand moved up and under
Jamison's shirt. There he found what he had been hoping for on the big
daddy man. Fur. He felt up the fairly toned chest as he felt the fur and
muscle under the man's shirt. He wanted to see it. It would make this
encounter so much the hotter if Jamison was fully naked.
"Take off your short Mr. Jamison" Peter asked
"Why boy" Came the graveled voice answer
"I wanna see you big daddy body"
Jamison laughed as the boy called him daddy. But he was horny now as his
dick was getting a wonderful blow job. Then he unbutton his shirt as peter
continued to slobber on the big thick cock in his hungry mouth. Peter
watched intently as the man's strong furred forearm moved to unbutton the
shirt containing the body that he wanted to see. Slowly the man moved down
his buttons, one by one. He loosened his tie and pulled it off his
neck. Then returned to the buttons on his shirt. Each opened more and more
to reveal what peter's dick was now raging about. Then the last button
unbound the shirt and Jamison opened it up for Peter to see his chest and
stomach. It was incredible. Peter actually stopped sucking on Jamison as he
gazed up at the gorgeous dark furred chest. His hand roamed over the hills
and valleys of the upper body and ripped stomach.
"Hole Shit" He blurted at the magnificent sight before him.
"You are smoking hot Mr Jamison:"
His boss laughed at the comment and then watched as the kid felt up his
hard manly body. Jamison knew he was a stud because he always worked out.
he wasn't a runt like Peter or that freak Spiderman. Then he growled at
Peter as his dick was not being serviced.
"Get back on my cock faggot" He ordered...................................
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
I love getting feedback. If you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com
Chapter 10
Rejoining his party, Max felt better. They introduced Rose to a group of his female classmates and wandered off joining a bean bag tossing game his brother was leading. There were little prizes if you could get five bean bags in each one of the holes but being coordinated was not something Max excelled at. After his turn he moved to the back of the line,
"Not with your girlfriend?" Taylor said, coming up form behind him.
Max rolled his eyes, He wasn't sure when Rose had said it, but maybe his friend was a little jealous. "She's not my girlfriend anymore. She's just a friend."
Taylor was silent for a few seconds, "Sorry?"
"No, it was my idea. Nothing's really changed, just we're not calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend." Max supplied.
"Oh, whatever."
"Yeah, so you don't have to be mean to her anymore." Max said turning around and giving him a smile.
Taylor shot him a glare, but it was his turn again and afterwards Max walked off to talk to a few of his other friends.
The rest of the party went smoothly. There were a few games for everyone, and Max managed to win musical chairs. Most of his friends brought presents. His brother gave him a book about dinosaurs that also came with a skeleton he could build. Rose gave him a Lego set, one of the Lego space ones. Taylor's gift was the best though, at least in his mind. It was a real Spinosaurus tooth with the display case. That was just awesome.
As the party ended, people started drifting away. When there were only a handful left, he moved the party inside and took turns playing on his computer. Within a half hour of moving inside it was only himself and Taylor left.
"So, I'm the only one sleeping over?" Taylor said after Robert left.
"Yeah, I was going to invite other people but couldn't really narrow it down." Max said with a shrug.
"Has anyone ever told you that you think too much?" Taylor asked.
"Maybe other people don't think enough?" Max countered.
Taylor rolled his eyes, "So what happened with Rose?"
"We decided it wasn't working out." Max answered.
"But why?"
Max gave Taylor a weird look. "Why do you care so much?"
"I never knew anyone who broke up before. I'm just curious."
Max gave it some thought. "I'll tell you later."
"Okay," Taylor said with a shrug.
The rest of the day was uneventful. They played with some of Max's new stuff and watched a movie before finishing off the popcorn together and started to go upstairs. Max could hear Taylor sucking on his fingers.
"Aren't you going to wash your hands?" Max said climbing the stairs.
"No, why?" Taylor said sticking his thumb in his mouth.
"You're going to get spit on things." Max complained wrinkling his nose. "It's disgusting."
"You're a neat freak, you know that?" Taylor said deliberately making a loud sucking sound. "I'm just getting the butter off."
"Wash your hands." Max said coming to a stop in front of the bathroom.
Taylor stared at him for a second before slowly raising his hand and bringing it closer to Max's face. Max took a step backwards. "Don't touch me with those."
"I'm going to get my spit all over you," Taylor taunted. "You're going to be covered in my spit."
Max took another step backwards as Taylor brought his other hand up. Max pursed his lips together as he felt a sudden flash of anger and stepping forward, he pushed against Taylor knocking him to the ground. "I said no!"
Taylor fell backwards onto his butt with a loud thud and a shocked look on his face. "I was just joking."
Max felt embarrassed, but before he could apologize his mom was up the stairs. " Is everything okay?"
"Yes, Mrs. Fuller," Taylor said getting up off the floor. "We were just joking around."
His mom gave them both looks. "Yeah, well just don't break anything." She turned around and headed back downstairs looking over her shoulder as she did it.
"Taylor, I'm sorry for pushing you." Max said immediately when she was out of sight.
"It's fine, I'll wash my hands."
Max followed Taylor into the bathroom and turned the faucet on for him as he pumped some of the antibacterial soap on to his hands. The silence fell awkward to Max, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Do you still want to know why I broke up with Rose?"
"Sure." Taylor said drying off his hands. "I noticed you said why you broke up with her not why we broke up like you said earlier. I'm guessing it was your decision?"
Max smiled weakly. Taylor was really interested in this for some reason. He remembered what Rose had said about Taylor before. "Yes, I guess it was just me. I told her that I don't think I want a girlfriend like ever. I'm pretty sure I like boys."
Taylor's stared at him and the knot in Max's stomach got a little tighter. When Taylor finally did speak it wasn't in a pretty low tone. "Do you want a boyfriend?"
Max nodded. "I think so."
There was another long silence. "Can I be your boyfriend?"
Max smiled. "You like boys?"
Taylor nodded. "Yeah, so do you want to be boyfriends?"
Max nodded. "All right."
They both broke out in laughter and a second later they were out of the bathroom and in the bedroom. Max closed the door behind them, and they made their way giggling into the middle of the room. "When did you find out you like boys?" Max asked curious.
"I always knew. I kissed a boy named Timmy in kindergarten. He pushed me and said I had cooties." Taylor said.
Max laughed a little. "All the boys you like push you?"
"I guess." Taylor replied.
"When did you know you liked me?" Max asked curiously.
"I don't know. I mean we've been friends and I like being around you. What about you?"
That was a question Max wasn't sure how to answer. "Well, I don't know. I mean I really like that stuff we did in the bathroom and like being around you. I'm not sure. When you asked me if you want to be boyfriends, I just thought yeah, I like that idea. I mean Rose kind of suggested you might kind of like me, but I wasn't sure if she was right."
"What?" Taylor said frowning.
Max tried to explain, he ended up telling the whole story about Rose. Trying to explain why he was friends with Rose was easy enough, how they became boyfriend and girlfriend was a bit more difficult. He kept the stuff to himself and Jackson out of it, but not the part about seeing Rose naked. "I don't know, it was just I wasn't excited. I mean when I think of her private parts and your private parts I just like yours more." Max finished.
After a moment Taylor smiled. "Yeah, I guess I get it. Do you want to see me naked again?"
Max nodded. "I guess we should change for bed."
"Yes, into our pajamas." Taylor added giggling.
"Let's do it together." Max suggested. "I take something off and then you take that off and then something else and I'll take that off and so on."
"All right."
Max stood there for a moment before reaching down and untying his shoes. He was going to take both off, but then decided just to take the left. Taylor didn't get it at first when Max stood up only having removed one of his shoes, but he caught on as he reached down and removed his left shoe followed by his sock. Max watched never so excited to see a sock removed. Max took off his sock and then his shirt. The two went back and forth slowly taking off different articles of clothing if not necessarily in a sensible fashion. After Taylor removed his right shoe Max dropped his pants revealing that he was a bit more excited then he would usually be for simply preparing for bed. The bulge in his underwear drew Taylor's attention because he stared at it for a while his own excitement growing and then removed his underwear leaving his right sock on. Max followed suit only taking off his own right sock quickly followed by Taylor.
The two of them stared at each other naked and excited. Max wasn't sure what to do next, if anything. The feeling of excitement was tempered by a little fear. His eyes wandered over Taylor's nude body and he enjoyed the view. It was different then when he was with Jackson because somehow, he knew the same appreciation was being returned towards him and that somehow added a little tingle. It was so different than when he had seen Rose like this.
"Can we kiss?" Taylor said after a moment. "I mean boyfriends and all."
Max nodded. There was only about a step between them and hesitantly they both took a half a step forward. Max tilted his head slightly and they leaned together until their lips touched. He remembered kissing Rose on New Year's Eve and it had been okay, but this had an excitement to it maybe having more to do with being nude than just kissing. When he felt Taylor's hand touch his side, Max shivered, and he reached out to touch Taylor. Slowly they held their bodies together, their erections touching. There was a height difference, but Taylor leaned into him and stood on his tiptoes. Soon they were sword fighting, but not like before. Their bodies were over each other and even when their lips separated it didn't become a competition.
The idea that shot through Max's head came unbidden, it just clicked. Max found himself slowly dropping to his knees until he was at a comfortable eye level with Taylor's hard penis. His boyfriend gave him a strange look. "What are you doing?"
"Trying something." Max replied taking a deep breath and reaching out to touch it. It was warm and twitched as his fingers wrapped around it. Max slowly brought his head forward opening his mouth and as Taylor's penis went past his lips, he felt his own thing twitch. He wasn't sure what to do, but the part of his mind that worried about germs had gone quiet. He was able to take most of it in his mouth letting his lips slide back and forth. For a while he just let it lay there but the temptation to explore grew as time passed. Worried about causing pain he started slowing down. He had to pull some of it out of his mouth so his tongue and more importantly the tip could feel around. The was weird how he could move it with his tongue and slide it back. When he did that, Taylor stiffened. Somehow Max knew this was good and let his tongue flip across the underside slowly at first but as Taylor responded, he increased his speed.
"Max," Taylor said his voice sounding strange just before his dick started to twitch and he stumbled backwards. Max felt a strange sense of satisfaction as his boyfriend stare down at him, his face flushed. "Where did you learn that?"
"Just something I heard about." Max said reaching down and starting to stroke himself.
Taylor stared at him for a few seconds. "I want to try that."
Max smiled and remove his hand before standing up. Taylor stared at him for a moment longer before going for it. He dropped to his knees and just swallowed up Max's hard penis.
Receiving was worlds different from giving. The feeling of having his penis sucked by something that was warm and wet was weird and Taylor's exploration started out a little too enthusiastic. When Max moaned Taylor got the idea. The feelings were hard to explain, but when Max stopped thinking so much and just enjoyed. He found himself smiling at the sensations. His climax built slowly, starting as a slight tingle and slowly rising until his toes curled trying to hold it back and then just the release that wracked his body made him pull out and sit down.
The silence of climax was a comfortable one. Neither of them moved for a long time. Max spoke first. "That was fun, but we should get dressed."
"Yeah, Taylor agreed."
As he got dressed, they started to talk, but it was a normal conversation. It started out with what they were going to do tomorrow and drifted from subject to subject and they both climbed into opposite beds. They were talking for a bit longer before a strange silence fell. Max was just about to suggest they shut off the light and go to bed when Taylor spoke up. "These beds are too small for both of us to be in one, but have you ever slept on the floor?" Taylor asked.
"On an air mattress." Max suggested. "Usually I get a bed or a couch at a sleepover."
Taylor hesitated for a second before throwing the pillow down on the floor and pulling the blanket off the bed. "Come on let's sleep next to each other. You can wrap the blanket under you for a little padding."
Max hesitated for a moment, but he liked the idea of being a bit closer and joined his friend on the floor. It was hard but by twisting the blanket around himself it did provide a little padding and they ended up laying close to each other. That little activity had beaten sleep back a bit and they ended up talking again. This time of Ark and dinosaurs and what should be done next. At some point they drifted off with only inches separating themselves. That was how they were found the next morning when DJ thinking it was cute snapped a picture before waking the two.
Author's note: Well that's the end of the story I do hope you liked it.
The End.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 10</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 10</span></b><span></span></p><p><span>Rejoining his party,
Max felt better. They introduced Rose to a group of his female classmates and
wandered off joining a bean bag tossing game his brother was leading. There
were little prizes if you could get five bean bags in each one of the holes but
being coordinated was not something Max excelled at. After his turn he moved to
the back of the line,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Not with your
girlfriend?" Taylor said, coming up form behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max rolled his eyes,
He wasn't sure when Rose had said it, but maybe his friend was a little
jealous. "She's not my girlfriend anymore. She's just a friend."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor was silent for
a few seconds, "Sorry?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No, it was my
idea. Nothing's really changed, just we're not calling each other boyfriend and
girlfriend." Max supplied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
whatever."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, so you
don't have to be mean to her anymore." Max said turning around and giving
him a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor shot him a glare,
but it was his turn again and afterwards Max walked off to talk to a few of his
other friends.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The rest of the party
went smoothly. There were a few games for everyone, and Max managed to win
musical chairs. Most of his friends brought presents. His brother gave him a
book about dinosaurs that also came with a skeleton he could build. Rose gave
him a Lego set, one of the Lego space ones. Taylor's gift was the best though,
at least in his mind. It was a real Spinosaurus tooth with the display case.
That was just awesome.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>As the party ended,
people started drifting away. When there were only a handful left, he moved the
party inside and took turns playing on his computer. Within a half hour of
moving inside it was only himself and Taylor left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"So, I'm the only
one sleeping over?" Taylor said after Robert left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I was
going to invite other people but couldn't really narrow it down." Max said
with a shrug.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Has anyone ever
told you that you think too much?" Taylor asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Maybe other
people don't think enough?" Max countered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor rolled his
eyes, "So what happened with Rose?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"We decided it
wasn't working out." Max answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"But why?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max gave Taylor a
weird look. "Why do you care so much?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I never knew
anyone who broke up before. I'm just curious."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max gave it some thought.
"I'll tell you later."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,"
Taylor said with a shrug.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The rest of the day
was uneventful. They played with some of Max's new stuff and watched a movie
before finishing off the popcorn together and started to go upstairs. Max could
hear Taylor sucking on his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Aren't you going
to wash your hands?" Max said climbing the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No, why?"
Taylor said sticking his thumb in his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"You're going to
get spit on things." Max complained wrinkling his nose. "It's
disgusting."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"You're a neat
freak, you know that?" Taylor said deliberately making a loud sucking
sound. "I'm just getting the butter off."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Wash your
hands." Max said coming to a stop in front of the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor stared at him for
a second before slowly raising his hand and bringing it closer to Max's face.
Max took a step backwards. "Don't touch me with those."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I'm going to get
my spit all over you," Taylor taunted. "You're going to be covered in
my spit."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max took another step
backwards as Taylor brought his other hand up. Max pursed his lips together as
he felt a sudden flash of anger and stepping forward, he pushed against Taylor
knocking him to the ground. "I said no!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor fell backwards
onto his butt with a loud thud and a shocked look on his face. "I was just
joking."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max felt embarrassed,
but before he could apologize his mom was up the stairs. " Is everything
okay?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, Mrs.
Fuller," Taylor said getting up off the floor. "We were just joking
around."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>His mom gave them both
looks. "Yeah, well just don't break anything." She turned around and
headed back downstairs looking over her shoulder as she did it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Taylor, I'm
sorry for pushing you." Max said immediately when she was out of sight.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"It's fine, I'll
wash my hands."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max followed Taylor
into the bathroom and turned the faucet on for him as he pumped some of the
antibacterial soap on to his hands. The silence fell awkward to Max, so he said
the first thing that came to his mind. "Do you still want to know why I
broke up with Rose?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Sure."
Taylor said drying off his hands. "I noticed you said why you broke up
with her not why we broke up like you said earlier. I'm guessing it was your
decision?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled weakly.
Taylor was really interested in this for some reason. He remembered what Rose
had said about Taylor before. "Yes, I guess it was just me. I told her
that I don't think I want a girlfriend like ever. I'm pretty sure I like
boys."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor's stared at him
and the knot in Max's stomach got a little tighter. When Taylor finally did
speak it wasn't in a pretty low tone. "Do you want a boyfriend?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded. "I
think so."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>There was another long
silence. "Can I be your boyfriend?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled. "You
like boys?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor nodded.
"Yeah, so do you want to be boyfriends?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded. "All
right."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>They both broke out in
laughter and a second later they were out of the bathroom and in the bedroom.
Max closed the door behind them, and they made their way giggling into the
middle of the room. "When did you find out you like boys?" Max asked
curious.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I always knew. I
kissed a boy named Timmy in kindergarten. He pushed me and said I had
cooties." Taylor said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max laughed a little.
"All the boys you like push you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I guess."
Taylor replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"When did you
know you liked me?" Max asked curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know. I
mean we've been friends and I like being around you. What about you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>That was a question
Max wasn't sure how to answer. "Well, I don't know. I mean I really like
that stuff we did in the bathroom and like being around you. I'm not sure. When
you asked me if you want to be boyfriends, I just thought yeah, I like that
idea. I mean Rose kind of suggested you might kind of like me, but I wasn't
sure if she was right."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"What?"
Taylor said frowning.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max tried to explain,
he ended up telling the whole story about Rose. Trying to explain why he was
friends with Rose was easy enough, how they became boyfriend and girlfriend was
a bit more difficult. He kept the stuff to himself and Jackson out of it, but
not the part about seeing Rose naked. "I don't know, it was just I wasn't
excited. I mean when I think of her private parts and your private parts I just
like yours more." Max finished.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>After a moment Taylor
smiled. "Yeah, I guess I get it. Do you want to see me naked again?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded. "I
guess we should change for bed."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, into our
pajamas." Taylor added giggling.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Let's do it
together." Max suggested. "I take something off and then you take
that off and then something else and I'll take that off and so on."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"All right."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max stood there for a
moment before reaching down and untying his shoes. He was going to take both
off, but then decided just to take the left. Taylor didn't get it at first when
Max stood up only having removed one of his shoes, but he caught on as he
reached down and removed his left shoe followed by his sock. Max watched never
so excited to see a sock removed. Max took off his sock and then his shirt. The
two went back and forth slowly taking off different articles of clothing if not
necessarily in a sensible fashion. After Taylor removed his right shoe Max
dropped his pants revealing that he was a bit more excited then he would
usually be for simply preparing for bed. The bulge in his underwear drew
Taylor's attention because he stared at it for a while his own excitement
growing and then removed his underwear leaving his right sock on. Max followed
suit only taking off his own right sock quickly followed by Taylor.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The two of them stared
at each other naked and excited. Max wasn't sure what to do next, if anything.
The feeling of excitement was tempered by a little fear. His eyes wandered over
Taylor's nude body and he enjoyed the view. It was different then when he was
with Jackson because somehow, he knew the same appreciation was being returned
towards him and that somehow added a little tingle. It was so different than
when he had seen Rose like this.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Can we
kiss?" Taylor said after a moment. "I mean boyfriends and all."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded. There was
only about a step between them and hesitantly they both took a half a step
forward. Max tilted his head slightly and they leaned together until their lips
touched. He remembered kissing Rose on New Year's Eve and it had been okay, but
this had an excitement to it maybe having more to do with being nude than just
kissing. When he felt Taylor's hand touch his side, Max shivered, and he
reached out to touch Taylor. Slowly they held their bodies together, their
erections touching. There was a height difference, but Taylor leaned into him
and stood on his tiptoes. Soon they were sword fighting, but not like before. Their
bodies were over each other and even when their lips separated it didn't become
a competition.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The idea that shot
through Max's head came unbidden, it just clicked. Max found himself slowly
dropping to his knees until he was at a comfortable eye level with Taylor's
hard penis. His boyfriend gave him a strange look. "What are you
doing?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Trying
something." Max replied taking a deep breath and reaching out to touch it.
It was warm and twitched as his fingers wrapped around it. Max slowly brought
his head forward opening his mouth and as Taylor's penis went past his lips, he
felt his own thing twitch. He wasn't sure what to do, but the part of his mind
that worried about germs had gone quiet. He was able to take most of it in his
mouth letting his lips slide back and forth. For a while he just let it lay
there but the temptation to explore grew as time passed. Worried about causing
pain he started slowing down. He had to pull some of it out of his mouth so his
tongue and more importantly the tip could feel around. The was weird how he
could move it with his tongue and slide it back. When he did that, Taylor stiffened.
Somehow Max knew this was good and let his tongue flip across the underside slowly
at first but as Taylor responded, he increased his speed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Max,"
Taylor said his voice sounding strange just before his dick started to twitch
and he stumbled backwards. Max felt a strange sense of satisfaction as his
boyfriend stare down at him, his face flushed. "Where did you learn
that?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Just something I
heard about." Max said reaching down and starting to stroke himself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor stared at him
for a few seconds. "I want to try that."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled and remove
his hand before standing up. Taylor stared at him for a moment longer before going
for it. He dropped to his knees and just swallowed up Max's hard penis.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Receiving was worlds
different from giving. The feeling of having his penis sucked by something that
was warm and wet was weird and Taylor's exploration started out a little too
enthusiastic. When Max moaned Taylor got the idea. The feelings were hard to
explain, but when Max stopped thinking so much and just enjoyed. He found
himself smiling at the sensations. His climax built slowly, starting as a
slight tingle and slowly rising until his toes curled trying to hold it back
and then just the release that wracked his body made him pull out and sit down.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The silence of climax
was a comfortable one. Neither of them moved for a long time. Max spoke first.
"That was fun, but we should get dressed."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, Taylor
agreed."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>As he got dressed,
they started to talk, but it was a normal conversation. It started out with
what they were going to do tomorrow and drifted from subject to subject and they
both climbed into opposite beds. They were talking for a bit longer before a
strange silence fell. Max was just about to suggest they shut off the light and
go to bed when Taylor spoke up. "These beds are too small for both of us
to be in one, but have you ever slept on the floor?" Taylor asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"On an air
mattress." Max suggested. "Usually I get a bed or a couch at a
sleepover."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor hesitated for a
second before throwing the pillow down on the floor and pulling the blanket off
the bed. "Come on let's sleep next to each other. You can wrap the blanket
under you for a little padding."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max hesitated for a
moment, but he liked the idea of being a bit closer and joined his friend on
the floor. It was hard but by twisting the blanket around himself it did
provide a little padding and they ended up laying close to each other. That
little activity had beaten sleep back a bit and they ended up talking again.
This time of Ark and dinosaurs and what should be done next. At some point they
drifted off with only inches separating themselves. That was how they were
found the next morning when DJ thinking it was cute snapped a picture before
waking the two.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Author's note: Well that's the end of the story
I do hope you liked it.</span></p>
<pre><small><small><small><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><br>The End.</o:p></span></small></small></small></pre><p><span lang="EN-US">Comments are welcomed at: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com</span><br><span lang="EN-US"></span><br>
</p></div></div></div> |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bringing-home-a-boy/bringing-home-a-boy-1 | Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 12:32:30 +0000
From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]>
Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - 1
Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This
is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No
real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this
story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are
legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks
Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read
such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing
the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend
you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If
this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns
you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your
feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are
welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate
something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who
contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
I'm going to be honest, at least this time. I figure you are reading this
for the same reason I wrote it. We crave beautiful, pubescent, curious,
horny, young boys. The sight and feel of their smooth, lean bodies, the
smell of their hormones, the sounds they make when they are laughing and
excited, the moans they make when they are blasting their cum loads, all of
it is ambrosia, the food of the gods, or at least those gods who crave
young cum. I can never get enough of the sight, sounds, and feel of young
boys, especially around 12 - 14. They are just too delicious to resist. I
had collected pictures and videos of boys for decades, and on rare
occasions even gotten into the pants of a few along the way when I was
younger. But it had been decades since I felt the glory of touching a
pubescent boy. Now that I was retired I knew what I really wanted was a boy
I could not only touch intimately, but really access 24/7. Yeah, I'm that
guy everyone is warned about in the news. I remember reading stories of
Chester The Molester and wanting to have my way with lots of boys just like
he did. Of course, I knew that wasn't likely. In fact it was downright
dangerous given the gulf between fantasy and reality. However, I figured if
I could get one boy, someone who wouldn't be noticed, one who would not
have any adults looking after him and checking up, and at the same time
lonely enough, desperate enough to accept my advances, the kind of kid that
would be left totally submissive to my own devices and desires, then I
would be set up nicely. God help that kid when I find him because I was
going to be all over him like rust on an old bench. Muahhaha! My big break
came when I saw a news story about a local home for boys. The reporter was
talking about the urgent need for foster parents, and kids needing
adoption. I was sure they wouldn't accept single, older men as foster
parents, but I thought if I volunteered it would bring me closer to the
kids and maybe I could find a way to get at one. So I went to the local
group home, told them I saw the news story and wanted to help somehow. They
welcomed volunteers so I was soon doing all kinds of stuff; going to the
store to buy food, driving on trips and appointments and shopping, just
making myself as useful as I could.
One day they held a picnic, as they do every now and then to bring kids and
prospective fosters together. Mostly everyone stayed outside or
downstairs. I thought this was my chance for a little fun. I wanted to
sneak upstairs in hopes of maybe finding some cum stained underwear. I
figured I would say I was going to the bathroom if I got caught by anyone.
That was how I found him. Just at the top of the stairs a door was
open. The boy was standing in the middle of the bedroom. I thought he
looked around 12 or 13, on the tall side for his age, maybe 5' 5", with a
perfectly proportioned gymnastic body, long legs, overall slim and fit
wearing only underwear. Like most institutions this group home was
practical with no sense of style. So the underwear was white cotton briefs,
not boxers. That is the underwear I love. It's meant for sexy young
boys. His ass looked perfect. Firm, small, dimpled globes so well shaped
that even in the briefs I could see he had an awesome cleft between his
asscheeks. I was stunned by the sight through the open door. So stunned, in
fact, I didn't realize he was standing in front of a mirror and saw me
checking him out. Our eyes made contact in the mirror. Then he turned
around and I saw the very full package between his legs. It looked huge
simply because he was so slim. My mouth went dry. He stared at me as I
stared at his basket, both of us in silence. Then he slowly reached to pick
up a towel, and walked out of the bedroom, past me, and approached the
bathroom. I was rooted to the same spot the entire time. At the door of the
bathroom he paused, looked back at me, then walked in and closed the
door. Not a sound was made between us. I remained frozen for another
minute or so.
I went outside after I recovered my senses, and control of my body, already
wondering if I had pushed my luck too far. The way I stared at him he had
to know exactly what I was thinking. However I couldn't tell from his
expression what he was thinking about me. He was exactly the kind of boy I
desired, but I knew I couldn't try anything without risking exposure. I got
a drink, and a burger and hot dog from the grill, exchanged pleasantries
with the people who made eye contact, and walked over to an empty table to
sit and eat. I looked around watching the boys in the yard and the adults
they were talking with. Then I saw him again. This time he was dressed in
shorts and a tank top, in line to get his food. He was definitely as hot
fully dressed as he was in his underwear. Studying his appearance I thought
he looked like a version of the actor Case Walker. I felt my cock swell. I
watched him carefully and gradually realized he was not talking to
anyone. Some orphaned kids don't really interact much with their peers, but
almost all talk to the adults around them, no doubt trying to be engaging
in hopes of adoption. But not this kid. There was an air about him that
said either, "leave me alone." or, "I'm too old so I give up any hope of
adoption." That thought made it all the more amazing to me when he looked
around, spotted me, and brought his lunch over to sit next to me.
I was nervous, but good manners are the best armor. At least that's what my
mother told me. "Hi there. I'm Rob." I extended my hand, and he shook
it. The touch sent a jolt of something like electricity throughout my
body. I know this sounds stupid, and I don't believe in fate. But I had an
incredibly strong sense that this was indeed the boy I had been looking
for. Somehow maybe he was the right one for me. If I had any doubt about
that he erased it in the next two sentences.
"I'm Joe. I know you like my body, and you can look at me more if you get
me out of here." That was it. No preamble. No skirting around the issue. No
testing the waters. He put the deal on the table, and I knew my response
was going to make or break it. I knew he saw me for exactly what I was, and
he obviously knew what I wanted from him. The only problem at the moment
was I was too dumbfounded, too nervous, to answer at first. He stared into
my eyes, into my soul in fact.
"I... I... um... I mean... uh... Well... I... I..." He looked at me and I
felt the heat of my face blushing. Sheesh! It was like I was a kid in grade
school asking someone to dance for the first time. Then I thought to
myself, "Idiot!!! This is EXACTLY what you've been wanting all your life
and dammit, Rob, don't fuck this up now! He's hot, he's willing, and you
are never gonna get a better opportunity than right this moment." My lust
ruled the day. Taking a deep breath I raised my eyes to meet his steady
gaze. "I doubt this place would let me foster you. But maybe there is a way
we can spend some time together and satisfy both our needs." That was the
best I could do, and he seemed to recognize that. He simply nodded his
head then came around to the same side of the picnic table to sit next to
me and countinued eating. When he was done, in about five seconds it
seemed, he sat back, and put one foot up on the bench. The leg of his
shorts fell open along his thigh. I was a deer in headlights once
again. Seeing Joe's smooth, creamy legs up to his thighs would have been
enough by itself. But seeing his loose gym shorts fall open to reveal a
sneak peek of his undies again made me rock hard in one second. This kid
had sealed the deal by showing me another glimpse of his precious
package. Also, like a master showman he did it without giving away
everything. I was dumbstruck. I somehow tore my eyes away from his groin to
meet his eyes. The look on his face told me he knew what he risked, and
still confirmed giving me what he knew I wanted. The tension became
physically almost too much to bear. Feeling my drooling mouth and seeing
our empty plates I had an inspiration. "Let's get seconds and talk some
more. Ok?" He nodded in agreement and stood up. My eyes were immediately
drawn back to his groin. But somehow I held it together to stand up and
follow him back to the grill. Of course what my eyes really followed was
Joe's cute ass knowing full well how little was between those basketball
shorts and his perfect bubble butt. My mouth watered again. I felt like the
eyes of the world were on me. Yet somehow I got through the rest of the
event. Joe and I talked more and got to know each other a little. He had
entered the system after the state terminated his addicted parents' rights
on account of neglect and substance abuse. Because he was already nine
years old at the time, and both parents were still alive, no families were
interested in taking him on. His story brought tears to my eyes. I didn't
try to tell him it would get better, or try to match his life with my
stories. I just listened and acknowledged his pain. I saw in his eyes he
knew how much I felt for him. Before too much longer the picnic was over. I
stayed to help with cleanup. I was more determined than ever to make myself
indespensable around here in hopes of spending more time with Joe. He also
helped with cleanup unlike most of the other boys. We made repeated eye
contact in the process and my heart fluttered each and every time.
Many days passed before the next opportunity came along. I continued
volunteering every chance I had. This day Gloria, the site manager, was
talking to me as we discussed the next grocery run. She complained how the
evening supervisor had gone on leave with a new baby, and she was
scrambling to find coverage between the daytime and late night shifts. It
was just a few hours, 5-9pm, and only required being present for dinner
then staying until the overnight supervisors arrived. I sensed my opening
and volunteered to fill in while she found a permanent replacement. I knew
it would bring me closer to Joe. She was thrilled at the help, had me start
immediately, and introduced me to all the boys. The home could serve twelve
boys at most, but with the youngest getting foster families, and the oldest
being discharged or moved elsewhere at 18, there were only five boys living
there at this time. Of course most had seen me at one time or another from
my volunteer efforts. I was most interested in Joe's reaction. He was cool
about it. Like the other boys he appeared totally indifferent. My first
evening everybody went about their normal routines. Most of the time the
boys fed themselves. There was no formal dinner, and so no need to
supervise anyone directly. I ate my dinner, then entered the den and
turned on the tv. I was basically there in case of some emergency. I was
flipping channels and settled in on the sofa when Joe entered the room. He
had a blanket wrapped around him.
"Can I sit here and watch tv?", he asked. So polite, even though he
actually lived here while I was the temporary help. I shook my head
yes. Joe looked back to see if anyone else saw us together in the room,
then he opened the blanket and showed me his body. He was wearing a tee
shirt, the customary tighty whities, socks, and nothing else. My eyes
locked in on his basket. Joe gave a shy smile and quickly moved onto the
sofa. He sat right next to me and arranged the blanket over both of us. I
could smell him, all hormones and body spray. The heat from his body made
my dick stir. I moved the hand on my leg next to his bare thigh, my heart
pounding. This was it. Time to test the waters. I laid my hand on his bare
thigh, thrilling in the feel of his smooth skin over light muscles. I think
I stopped breathing. I gently began moving my hand back and forth,
caressing his thigh from his knee up to where I knew the goodies lay,
increasingly taking in more and more of his inner thigh, and going higher
until the back of my hand brushed against his pouch. For some seconds I
didn't move from there, just letting us both soak in the intimacy of our
contact. Joe made the next move by shifting his whole body away from my
hand and the space next to me. I thought surely I had gone too far, but
before I could panic he make it plain he was fine with my attentions. Joe
rearranged his body to lay his head on my lap and pulled the blanket back
over his body and my arm. "Let's watch a movie, ok?" No argument here. I
was intoxicated with this boy so close, and so obviously giving me the
green light to check him out. I stopped holding my breath. Something
special was happening and I wasn't going to spoil it. I can't tell you for
certain, but I think we watched the movie Avengers or something like
it. The reason I can't tell you is because my entire focus was now on the
boy. I started feeling his chest over the tee shirt, gradually sliding my
hand lower to feel his tight abs, and then going back up underneath the tee
to feel the smooth skin of his chest. My fingers brushed over his nipples
which were coned shaped nubs. Touching this willing boy there was no way I
could stop myself even if a tornado was coming. I glanced again towards the
doorway as I slid my hand back down his chest not stopping until I had my
hand over his bulge. He opened his legs and I told firm hold of his cloth
covered sex. We both sighed. I rubbed his full package under the soft
cotton of his briefs. He was hard. Joe opened his legs a little wider as I
groped him. Pure gold!!! I slid my hand back to his waist band, and he
pulled it away from his waist. There was no mistaking the invitation. My
hand slipped inside his underwear. My fingertips brushed the silky patch of
pubes, and his stiff tool rose over my fingers. I moved my hand again to
take firm hold of his hard cock. Of course I couldn't see it under the
blanket, but it felt really big. In fact in my fantasy cum true it felt
enormous. My fingers brushed over his smooth ball sack and then
determinedly gripped his boner to begin wanking him. Joe's eyes were
closed, not even pretending to watch the movie. It didn't take long before
I felt the wetness coating my fingers. Such a precious, delightful, long
desired moment. The upper half of his body on my lap, the blanket covering
our play, my hand in his undies stroking his hard cock. He began rocking
his hips gently at first, then harder as I squeezed and milked his young
dick until he suddenly froze. I felt his dick spasm with his orgasm. I kept
rubbing my hand around the head trying to scoop up all his cum. He
shuddered and moaned as I overstimulated his prick. I took out my hand, wet
with his jizz, looked at the pearl jam, smelled, and licked it clean. The
sweetest taste ever. It was heaven. Joe had reopened his eyes and turned
his head to see me eating his cum. His eyes were wide as he said, "Cool."
It occurred to me that I was probably the only person who he ever saw
eating his spunk. I immediately became embarassed, thinking again that I
just crossed a line that would get me fired, arrested, or shot. Can I be
fired from a volunteer position? It didn't matter. Joe got off the couch
even though the movie wasn't over. He looked quickly at the door, then
opened the blanket to show his body again. This time I could see that his
briefs were wet from our play. "Thanks.", he said. Joe wrapped the
blanket around himself again and left the room. Once again I sat in
stunned silence before realizing I was still sniffing my hand to smell the
boy's fresh jizz. I savored the taste. Oh yeah. This is exactly what I
wanted. I was determined this would not be the only time we played.
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<pre>Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 12:32:30 +0000
From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]>
Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - 1
Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This
is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No
real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this
story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are
legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks
Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read
such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing
the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend
you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If
this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns
you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your
feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are
welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate
something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who
contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
I'm going to be honest, at least this time. I figure you are reading this
for the same reason I wrote it. We crave beautiful, pubescent, curious,
horny, young boys. The sight and feel of their smooth, lean bodies, the
smell of their hormones, the sounds they make when they are laughing and
excited, the moans they make when they are blasting their cum loads, all of
it is ambrosia, the food of the gods, or at least those gods who crave
young cum. I can never get enough of the sight, sounds, and feel of young
boys, especially around 12 - 14. They are just too delicious to resist. I
had collected pictures and videos of boys for decades, and on rare
occasions even gotten into the pants of a few along the way when I was
younger. But it had been decades since I felt the glory of touching a
pubescent boy. Now that I was retired I knew what I really wanted was a boy
I could not only touch intimately, but really access 24/7. Yeah, I'm that
guy everyone is warned about in the news. I remember reading stories of
Chester The Molester and wanting to have my way with lots of boys just like
he did. Of course, I knew that wasn't likely. In fact it was downright
dangerous given the gulf between fantasy and reality. However, I figured if
I could get one boy, someone who wouldn't be noticed, one who would not
have any adults looking after him and checking up, and at the same time
lonely enough, desperate enough to accept my advances, the kind of kid that
would be left totally submissive to my own devices and desires, then I
would be set up nicely. God help that kid when I find him because I was
going to be all over him like rust on an old bench. Muahhaha! My big break
came when I saw a news story about a local home for boys. The reporter was
talking about the urgent need for foster parents, and kids needing
adoption. I was sure they wouldn't accept single, older men as foster
parents, but I thought if I volunteered it would bring me closer to the
kids and maybe I could find a way to get at one. So I went to the local
group home, told them I saw the news story and wanted to help somehow. They
welcomed volunteers so I was soon doing all kinds of stuff; going to the
store to buy food, driving on trips and appointments and shopping, just
making myself as useful as I could.
One day they held a picnic, as they do every now and then to bring kids and
prospective fosters together. Mostly everyone stayed outside or
downstairs. I thought this was my chance for a little fun. I wanted to
sneak upstairs in hopes of maybe finding some cum stained underwear. I
figured I would say I was going to the bathroom if I got caught by anyone.
That was how I found him. Just at the top of the stairs a door was
open. The boy was standing in the middle of the bedroom. I thought he
looked around 12 or 13, on the tall side for his age, maybe 5' 5", with a
perfectly proportioned gymnastic body, long legs, overall slim and fit
wearing only underwear. Like most institutions this group home was
practical with no sense of style. So the underwear was white cotton briefs,
not boxers. That is the underwear I love. It's meant for sexy young
boys. His ass looked perfect. Firm, small, dimpled globes so well shaped
that even in the briefs I could see he had an awesome cleft between his
asscheeks. I was stunned by the sight through the open door. So stunned, in
fact, I didn't realize he was standing in front of a mirror and saw me
checking him out. Our eyes made contact in the mirror. Then he turned
around and I saw the very full package between his legs. It looked huge
simply because he was so slim. My mouth went dry. He stared at me as I
stared at his basket, both of us in silence. Then he slowly reached to pick
up a towel, and walked out of the bedroom, past me, and approached the
bathroom. I was rooted to the same spot the entire time. At the door of the
bathroom he paused, looked back at me, then walked in and closed the
door. Not a sound was made between us. I remained frozen for another
minute or so.
I went outside after I recovered my senses, and control of my body, already
wondering if I had pushed my luck too far. The way I stared at him he had
to know exactly what I was thinking. However I couldn't tell from his
expression what he was thinking about me. He was exactly the kind of boy I
desired, but I knew I couldn't try anything without risking exposure. I got
a drink, and a burger and hot dog from the grill, exchanged pleasantries
with the people who made eye contact, and walked over to an empty table to
sit and eat. I looked around watching the boys in the yard and the adults
they were talking with. Then I saw him again. This time he was dressed in
shorts and a tank top, in line to get his food. He was definitely as hot
fully dressed as he was in his underwear. Studying his appearance I thought
he looked like a version of the actor Case Walker. I felt my cock swell. I
watched him carefully and gradually realized he was not talking to
anyone. Some orphaned kids don't really interact much with their peers, but
almost all talk to the adults around them, no doubt trying to be engaging
in hopes of adoption. But not this kid. There was an air about him that
said either, "leave me alone." or, "I'm too old so I give up any hope of
adoption." That thought made it all the more amazing to me when he looked
around, spotted me, and brought his lunch over to sit next to me.
I was nervous, but good manners are the best armor. At least that's what my
mother told me. "Hi there. I'm Rob." I extended my hand, and he shook
it. The touch sent a jolt of something like electricity throughout my
body. I know this sounds stupid, and I don't believe in fate. But I had an
incredibly strong sense that this was indeed the boy I had been looking
for. Somehow maybe he was the right one for me. If I had any doubt about
that he erased it in the next two sentences.
"I'm Joe. I know you like my body, and you can look at me more if you get
me out of here." That was it. No preamble. No skirting around the issue. No
testing the waters. He put the deal on the table, and I knew my response
was going to make or break it. I knew he saw me for exactly what I was, and
he obviously knew what I wanted from him. The only problem at the moment
was I was too dumbfounded, too nervous, to answer at first. He stared into
my eyes, into my soul in fact.
"I... I... um... I mean... uh... Well... I... I..." He looked at me and I
felt the heat of my face blushing. Sheesh! It was like I was a kid in grade
school asking someone to dance for the first time. Then I thought to
myself, "Idiot!!! This is EXACTLY what you've been wanting all your life
and dammit, Rob, don't fuck this up now! He's hot, he's willing, and you
are never gonna get a better opportunity than right this moment." My lust
ruled the day. Taking a deep breath I raised my eyes to meet his steady
gaze. "I doubt this place would let me foster you. But maybe there is a way
we can spend some time together and satisfy both our needs." That was the
best I could do, and he seemed to recognize that. He simply nodded his
head then came around to the same side of the picnic table to sit next to
me and countinued eating. When he was done, in about five seconds it
seemed, he sat back, and put one foot up on the bench. The leg of his
shorts fell open along his thigh. I was a deer in headlights once
again. Seeing Joe's smooth, creamy legs up to his thighs would have been
enough by itself. But seeing his loose gym shorts fall open to reveal a
sneak peek of his undies again made me rock hard in one second. This kid
had sealed the deal by showing me another glimpse of his precious
package. Also, like a master showman he did it without giving away
everything. I was dumbstruck. I somehow tore my eyes away from his groin to
meet his eyes. The look on his face told me he knew what he risked, and
still confirmed giving me what he knew I wanted. The tension became
physically almost too much to bear. Feeling my drooling mouth and seeing
our empty plates I had an inspiration. "Let's get seconds and talk some
more. Ok?" He nodded in agreement and stood up. My eyes were immediately
drawn back to his groin. But somehow I held it together to stand up and
follow him back to the grill. Of course what my eyes really followed was
Joe's cute ass knowing full well how little was between those basketball
shorts and his perfect bubble butt. My mouth watered again. I felt like the
eyes of the world were on me. Yet somehow I got through the rest of the
event. Joe and I talked more and got to know each other a little. He had
entered the system after the state terminated his addicted parents' rights
on account of neglect and substance abuse. Because he was already nine
years old at the time, and both parents were still alive, no families were
interested in taking him on. His story brought tears to my eyes. I didn't
try to tell him it would get better, or try to match his life with my
stories. I just listened and acknowledged his pain. I saw in his eyes he
knew how much I felt for him. Before too much longer the picnic was over. I
stayed to help with cleanup. I was more determined than ever to make myself
indespensable around here in hopes of spending more time with Joe. He also
helped with cleanup unlike most of the other boys. We made repeated eye
contact in the process and my heart fluttered each and every time.
Many days passed before the next opportunity came along. I continued
volunteering every chance I had. This day Gloria, the site manager, was
talking to me as we discussed the next grocery run. She complained how the
evening supervisor had gone on leave with a new baby, and she was
scrambling to find coverage between the daytime and late night shifts. It
was just a few hours, 5-9pm, and only required being present for dinner
then staying until the overnight supervisors arrived. I sensed my opening
and volunteered to fill in while she found a permanent replacement. I knew
it would bring me closer to Joe. She was thrilled at the help, had me start
immediately, and introduced me to all the boys. The home could serve twelve
boys at most, but with the youngest getting foster families, and the oldest
being discharged or moved elsewhere at 18, there were only five boys living
there at this time. Of course most had seen me at one time or another from
my volunteer efforts. I was most interested in Joe's reaction. He was cool
about it. Like the other boys he appeared totally indifferent. My first
evening everybody went about their normal routines. Most of the time the
boys fed themselves. There was no formal dinner, and so no need to
supervise anyone directly. I ate my dinner, then entered the den and
turned on the tv. I was basically there in case of some emergency. I was
flipping channels and settled in on the sofa when Joe entered the room. He
had a blanket wrapped around him.
"Can I sit here and watch tv?", he asked. So polite, even though he
actually lived here while I was the temporary help. I shook my head
yes. Joe looked back to see if anyone else saw us together in the room,
then he opened the blanket and showed me his body. He was wearing a tee
shirt, the customary tighty whities, socks, and nothing else. My eyes
locked in on his basket. Joe gave a shy smile and quickly moved onto the
sofa. He sat right next to me and arranged the blanket over both of us. I
could smell him, all hormones and body spray. The heat from his body made
my dick stir. I moved the hand on my leg next to his bare thigh, my heart
pounding. This was it. Time to test the waters. I laid my hand on his bare
thigh, thrilling in the feel of his smooth skin over light muscles. I think
I stopped breathing. I gently began moving my hand back and forth,
caressing his thigh from his knee up to where I knew the goodies lay,
increasingly taking in more and more of his inner thigh, and going higher
until the back of my hand brushed against his pouch. For some seconds I
didn't move from there, just letting us both soak in the intimacy of our
contact. Joe made the next move by shifting his whole body away from my
hand and the space next to me. I thought surely I had gone too far, but
before I could panic he make it plain he was fine with my attentions. Joe
rearranged his body to lay his head on my lap and pulled the blanket back
over his body and my arm. "Let's watch a movie, ok?" No argument here. I
was intoxicated with this boy so close, and so obviously giving me the
green light to check him out. I stopped holding my breath. Something
special was happening and I wasn't going to spoil it. I can't tell you for
certain, but I think we watched the movie Avengers or something like
it. The reason I can't tell you is because my entire focus was now on the
boy. I started feeling his chest over the tee shirt, gradually sliding my
hand lower to feel his tight abs, and then going back up underneath the tee
to feel the smooth skin of his chest. My fingers brushed over his nipples
which were coned shaped nubs. Touching this willing boy there was no way I
could stop myself even if a tornado was coming. I glanced again towards the
doorway as I slid my hand back down his chest not stopping until I had my
hand over his bulge. He opened his legs and I told firm hold of his cloth
covered sex. We both sighed. I rubbed his full package under the soft
cotton of his briefs. He was hard. Joe opened his legs a little wider as I
groped him. Pure gold!!! I slid my hand back to his waist band, and he
pulled it away from his waist. There was no mistaking the invitation. My
hand slipped inside his underwear. My fingertips brushed the silky patch of
pubes, and his stiff tool rose over my fingers. I moved my hand again to
take firm hold of his hard cock. Of course I couldn't see it under the
blanket, but it felt really big. In fact in my fantasy cum true it felt
enormous. My fingers brushed over his smooth ball sack and then
determinedly gripped his boner to begin wanking him. Joe's eyes were
closed, not even pretending to watch the movie. It didn't take long before
I felt the wetness coating my fingers. Such a precious, delightful, long
desired moment. The upper half of his body on my lap, the blanket covering
our play, my hand in his undies stroking his hard cock. He began rocking
his hips gently at first, then harder as I squeezed and milked his young
dick until he suddenly froze. I felt his dick spasm with his orgasm. I kept
rubbing my hand around the head trying to scoop up all his cum. He
shuddered and moaned as I overstimulated his prick. I took out my hand, wet
with his jizz, looked at the pearl jam, smelled, and licked it clean. The
sweetest taste ever. It was heaven. Joe had reopened his eyes and turned
his head to see me eating his cum. His eyes were wide as he said, "Cool."
It occurred to me that I was probably the only person who he ever saw
eating his spunk. I immediately became embarassed, thinking again that I
just crossed a line that would get me fired, arrested, or shot. Can I be
fired from a volunteer position? It didn't matter. Joe got off the couch
even though the movie wasn't over. He looked quickly at the door, then
opened the blanket to show his body again. This time I could see that his
briefs were wet from our play. "Thanks.", he said. Joe wrapped the
blanket around himself again and left the room. Once again I sat in
stunned silence before realizing I was still sniffing my hand to smell the
boy's fresh jizz. I savored the taste. Oh yeah. This is exactly what I
wanted. I was determined this would not be the only time we played.
To be continued...
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bringing-up-brendan/bringing-up-brendan-2 | Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 08:32:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Toni Daring <[email protected]>
Subject: Bringing Up Brendan, Part 2
Bringing Up Brendan, Part 2
Toni Daring
This is fiction, pure fantasy. As much as I mightn't have minded having had
a step-dad myself to do for me what my narrator does for Brendy, these
behaviors are not encouraged in real life.
This chapter is still from Brendan's step-dad's point of view, some time
after part 1 leaves off. Future installments will fill this time-gap from
Brendan's perspective and move forward from there.
If you have things you'd like to see happen to him, let me know! If you
enjoy naughty stories, consider a donation in support of my hosts at
Nifty.org who make all of this content available for free, at
donate.nifty.org/donate.html
* * *
"Daaaaad-dee! I can't find my old button-flies in the givaway bag!" Brendan
called down the hall, the "s" in "button-flies" softened nearly to a lisp
by his new tongue and lip piercings. It was almost a month since I had
cornered him over a box of sex-toys, and browbeat him into meeting Jace and
his friends, and things were going better than I could have hoped.
"They aren't in the giveaway clothes, Brendan," I called back. "They are in
the rag-bag. They're destroyed - ripped across the seat and missing
buttons." I knew the jeans he meant - they had been the first pair of
girl-jeans I let him buy, two years ago, with his own money.
By now, they were faded and worn fray-thin, revealingly snug around his
boy-parts, and the super-low rise meant they couldn't fasten without
pulling the rear seam right up his crack, leaving almost an inch
showing. Jace would love them.
"Only three... I need 'em for the cook-out this weekend. Byrone is going to
touch up my hair tonight and Tino is bringing his BeDazzler over." I could
hear him rummaging through the worn out clothes in the bag in the hall
closet. "Found 'em! Thanks, Daddy!" I heard him approach my study, and
closed the window on my desktop where I'd been reviewing his rather
explicit instant message history with Jace and all his friends.
"Kiss on the cheek." I gestured to the spot by my chair, my monitor showing
innocuous work documents. He came right over. He was learning to take
orders without question, if a grown man gave them on the right tone of
voice. As I felt his double lip-rings brush my stubble, I rewarded his
obedience with a lingering butt-pat. I left my hand there, keeping him
close, and he let me. "Aren't those old jeans just a bit too small for
you?"
"Not for cut-offs. I can still get into them. And you wouldn't want me
bedazzling pants that were new... Oh! And I need a permission slip signed!"
"For?" I put just enough stern challenge in my voice. I knew already, but
Brendan didn't know that.
"A tattoo... You said I could get one, if I'd been good...." He did know
that I knew he needed my permission.
"Nothing above the neck, Bren. I don't want anyone thinking my boy's been
in prison." I gave his butt-cheek a gentle squeeze for actually asking,
rather than forging a note. Tino had prison tattoos, and they had been much
admired. Brendy thought they were hot, especially the ones that meant "a
willing bitch".
"No, on my back. A shirt will cover it, usually..." I felt him tense just a
bit at the attention to his backside - I was pretty sure he was wearing a
toy. "You'll sign it, right?"
"Alright, Brendan - if you pay for the ink yourself. Go get the slip." I
gave his ass another manly pat to dismiss him, took a sidelong look as he
backed away. Yes, he was harder. Definitely a toy. "And you'll need to ride
your bike to Byrone's - I can't drive you tonight. I have to be in to take
a call. Business."
"Oh. Okay..." I could hear the hesitation. He wouldn't question me, much
less disobey, but I knew he was thinking whether he ought to take the plug
out of his boyhole before the two-mile ride.
"Home before eleven thirty, so I'd hurry if you want to have time with your
friends," I reminded him as he rooted around in his backpack, just to help
him make up his mind. "Is your homework done?"
"I had time in study hall..." he said, evasively. I'd actually had notes
from the school that his grades had been dropping lately, but let him think
he had me fooled. All part of the program. "Here's the thingie to sign."
I knew the shop - one in the Deco District, near my gym. Probably one of
Jace's little muscle-fag fuckbuddies. Whatever trashy design Brendy was
helped to pick out for a tramp stamp tattoo would be cute as hell, but
something he'd pay a lot to have covered over once he outgrew his twink
boyslut look. I signed the slip, and handed it back.
"Take a condom from the corkboard if you plan to fool around," I said,
making him blush. There were a couple, thumbtacked right through to a
colorful "Play Safe!" flyer he'd brought home with them from somewhere or
other and thoughtlessly left lying around. I don't think he had ever read
it.
"I'm just having my hair done, Daddy!" I could hear his eyes rolling, as he
bent to put the slip back in a folder in his bag. And I could see him pick
at the tight seam in the back of his shorts where it pushed at the plug he
was definitely wearing. We had rules about that, too, but I let him think
he fooled me, usually.
"You didn't ask if you could wear a toy, Brendy... Do I have to take that
permission slip back?" He jumped a bit, and I could see his ass clench
reflexively at my tone, and got a little hard myself as he turned guiltily
to face me.
"Um... I meant to. I forgot. Sorry, Daddy." One hand absently half-hid,
half-adjusted the boner in his pants as the tip of his tounge darted
nervously over his double lip-rings.
"Well... I guess its okay, this time. Give me a good-boy hug, and tell me
you won't forget again." I gestured in front of me as I pivoted my desk
chair and spread my legs. I saw his eyes go to the half-hard package of my
khakis, but he didn't think twice.
"I promise not to forget, Daddy." Once his arms were around my neck, and
his boner snug against what he'd been scoping, I gave his ass a playful
slap and feigned forgiveness.
"Alright, Brendy. If you promise. But if that's the one with a vibrator
like I think it is, since you didn't ask, you need to let Byrone hold onto
the remote while you're his guest. His roof, his rules," I said sternly.
Byrone was on probation for a sexual offense, and I knew from messages I
had read that he refused to fuck Brendy until he was a legal 16, but loved
to keep him hard and squirming. "Alright?" I squeezed his ass where I'd
slapped, and his hard little cock bucked against mine.
"Alright, Daddy." His lips brushed my cheek and I kissed his neck,
bristling with my chin.
Brendy hadn't managed to get laid yet, beyond the occasional awkward
hand-job. But he was avidly practicing head with his dildos on webcam. It
was becoming his signature sign-off, using the toy he'd just cum from
having up his own ass. He got a lot of viewers, and thirteen cents a minute
from the paid views.
I could tell from reading between the lines in texts and emails he got that
Jace and friends were among those watching, suggesting things to make his
performances dirtier, and in general teasing him on purpose so he would be
desperate to do whatever they asked when they finally went beyond teasing.
We had a "no sleepovers" rule during the school year - but this was his
final week, and I had tentatively agreed to let him stay with Jace over the
cookout weekend. If he were good.
The big cookout which Jace and his friends had Brendan so looking forward
to was an annual tradition, the start of "Pride season", coinciding with
the opening of MacAndrew Public Pool, in the big park that marked one end
of the Deco district, and made a border with the Latin neighborhood
beyond. The park was popular with Jace's set for the prospect offered of
anonymous hookups with the closeted Latinos and blacks who knew they could
find them there.
The pool was itself a relic of the 1930s era of public works, created with
a donation from a silver medalist olympic swimmer of the day. The changing
rooms, showers and rest rooms were in sprawling and spacious concrete
pavilion, adorned with athletic nude bas-reliefs and terrazzo floors,
meticulously restored to vintage glamour through a fund drive organized
locally by Deco District merchants a few years ago.
Brendan was already signed up for a lifesaving and CPR certification
course, and would have plenty of opportunity to make friends there all
summer. Naturally, it all started off with the big annual block party, a
month before the Pride Parade. In fact, the cookout pre-dated an official
Pride event in our town by decades, dating from the seedy '70s, when the
gay ghetto was substantially more of an actual ghetto, and the pool simply
offered the largest public toilets in the city.
The Pride Committee, when our town finally got one, carefully avoided
coinciding with that weekend or making any official endorsement of it. The
cookout was widely attended, but never acknowledged by respectable
types. Jace and his friends had, of course, been talking of nothing else
for weeks, and spackling light-posts and vacant walls with flyers showing a
hunky fake "construction workers" flanking a mock construction sign,
"CAUTION: RAISED MANHOLES", to advertise the event.
As part of what I called "our agreement", I had also made it plain to
Brendan that he was expected to get a summer job that would look good on
his admissions, and he had arranged with another of Jace's friends to work
as a towel-boy for his day-spa, enrolling in a massage certification course
there, to be paid for with his wages, leaving just a little over.
I approved this arrangement, knowing that Jace and friends planned to offer
Brendy "odd jobs" on the side, paying him under the table, and giving them
further opportunity to work on him. I don't know if he caught the
undertones in their offers to employ him as, say, a dog-walker, if Tino's
big, unfixed, male great dane "really liked him", but I did. And I couldn't
wait to see how far they'd lead him on, given the chance.
I have to say, by now I pretty much in agreement with Jace about the kind
of boy that Brendy wanted to be. He really was a natural, becoming daily
more responsive to firm direction, letting his comportment be influenced by
the taste and standards of Jace's set to an extent that he took for normal,
now, almost completely unaware of how much his appearance and behavior had
become overtly and blantantly sexualized.
Anymore, Brendan seldom could keep one hand or the other off his junk,
unless he was tugging the back of his pants, and his habitual expression
had become an unconsciously suggestive pout from his habit of playing his
lips against his tongue-stud and his tongue over his lip-rings, eyes
wandering below men's belts slyly from under a fall of teased, frosted
blonde bangs. It was very much the naughty-but-dumb look of the photo that
had persuaded Jace, only more so, and he didn't even know he was doing it.
And Jace had proven to be the right choice of mentor in that regard, as
well. He and his friends were crude and shameless, equating modesty with
prudery, and risky promiscuity with sex-positivity. In their view, condoms
were tools of fear and oppression, and whatever the unread flyer on the
corkboard said, Brendan's daily, illicit social-media fare was an endless
stream of cum-shots, rimjobs, ten-plus inch uncut cocks, anonymous bareback
butt-sex and, recently, even hints at watersports, all in the guise of
cheeky motivational memes normalizing their views.
Byrone, the big, brash, black hair-stylist had not only given Brendy the
faggiest possible haircut. He had, I knew, also given Brendy a Brazilian
wax and even shaped his pubes, keeping him bone-hard the entire time. "But
he told me I couldn't cum," he'd later complained to Tino and Jace and
others in text messages when he shared the pics, later, "so I am going to
make my black didlo watch while I use the blue one later, instead. Think
he'll get the message?"
Brendy was sure getting the message, and a summer of learning oil-massage
in a gay day spa when he wasn't at MacAndrew Public Pool was sure to
progress things nicely if I was reading Jace and his friends at all. And
that should make sure he was ready to try out for the Gordon-Magnus Academy
junior varsity wrestling and swim teams by the time school rolled back
around. If Brendy was good, and learned to do what he was told.
"I'll want to see you in those cutoffs before I decide you can wear them at
the cookout." Keeping him trapped between my legs, I pressed my half-hard
cock against his. I don't really prefer boys, tending toward the straight
end of bi, myself, but Brendan was almost enough to convert
me. "Understood?" I idled my thumb down the rear seam of his shorts and
circled the base of the toy.
I could feel the muscles in his bare thighs tighten as his ring shivered
and clenched. "Understood, Daddy."
"Good boy. Now, go on then." I released him, hands to his shoulders,
standing him back. There was a damp spot just showing at the front of his
pants. "Home by eleven-thirty, school tomorrow."
"Eleven-thirty or sooner", he agreed. He'd probably get a ride home from
Byrone or, more likely, Tino. And knew I'd be up waiting.
"Be good, Brendy," I said in tones shading from firm to permissive, "and
have fun."
"I will! Thank you, Daddy."
I was more than half-hard as I flipped back through the weeks of
increasingly dirty direct messages, emails and pictures while I sat up,
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<pre>Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 08:32:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Toni Daring <[email protected]>
Subject: Bringing Up Brendan, Part 2
Bringing Up Brendan, Part 2
Toni Daring
This is fiction, pure fantasy. As much as I mightn't have minded having had
a step-dad myself to do for me what my narrator does for Brendy, these
behaviors are not encouraged in real life.
This chapter is still from Brendan's step-dad's point of view, some time
after part 1 leaves off. Future installments will fill this time-gap from
Brendan's perspective and move forward from there.
If you have things you'd like to see happen to him, let me know! If you
enjoy naughty stories, consider a donation in support of my hosts at
Nifty.org who make all of this content available for free, at
donate.nifty.org/donate.html
* * *
"Daaaaad-dee! I can't find my old button-flies in the givaway bag!" Brendan
called down the hall, the "s" in "button-flies" softened nearly to a lisp
by his new tongue and lip piercings. It was almost a month since I had
cornered him over a box of sex-toys, and browbeat him into meeting Jace and
his friends, and things were going better than I could have hoped.
"They aren't in the giveaway clothes, Brendan," I called back. "They are in
the rag-bag. They're destroyed - ripped across the seat and missing
buttons." I knew the jeans he meant - they had been the first pair of
girl-jeans I let him buy, two years ago, with his own money.
By now, they were faded and worn fray-thin, revealingly snug around his
boy-parts, and the super-low rise meant they couldn't fasten without
pulling the rear seam right up his crack, leaving almost an inch
showing. Jace would love them.
"Only three... I need 'em for the cook-out this weekend. Byrone is going to
touch up my hair tonight and Tino is bringing his BeDazzler over." I could
hear him rummaging through the worn out clothes in the bag in the hall
closet. "Found 'em! Thanks, Daddy!" I heard him approach my study, and
closed the window on my desktop where I'd been reviewing his rather
explicit instant message history with Jace and all his friends.
"Kiss on the cheek." I gestured to the spot by my chair, my monitor showing
innocuous work documents. He came right over. He was learning to take
orders without question, if a grown man gave them on the right tone of
voice. As I felt his double lip-rings brush my stubble, I rewarded his
obedience with a lingering butt-pat. I left my hand there, keeping him
close, and he let me. "Aren't those old jeans just a bit too small for
you?"
"Not for cut-offs. I can still get into them. And you wouldn't want me
bedazzling pants that were new... Oh! And I need a permission slip signed!"
"For?" I put just enough stern challenge in my voice. I knew already, but
Brendan didn't know that.
"A tattoo... You said I could get one, if I'd been good...." He did know
that I knew he needed my permission.
"Nothing above the neck, Bren. I don't want anyone thinking my boy's been
in prison." I gave his butt-cheek a gentle squeeze for actually asking,
rather than forging a note. Tino had prison tattoos, and they had been much
admired. Brendy thought they were hot, especially the ones that meant "a
willing bitch".
"No, on my back. A shirt will cover it, usually..." I felt him tense just a
bit at the attention to his backside - I was pretty sure he was wearing a
toy. "You'll sign it, right?"
"Alright, Brendan - if you pay for the ink yourself. Go get the slip." I
gave his ass another manly pat to dismiss him, took a sidelong look as he
backed away. Yes, he was harder. Definitely a toy. "And you'll need to ride
your bike to Byrone's - I can't drive you tonight. I have to be in to take
a call. Business."
"Oh. Okay..." I could hear the hesitation. He wouldn't question me, much
less disobey, but I knew he was thinking whether he ought to take the plug
out of his boyhole before the two-mile ride.
"Home before eleven thirty, so I'd hurry if you want to have time with your
friends," I reminded him as he rooted around in his backpack, just to help
him make up his mind. "Is your homework done?"
"I had time in study hall..." he said, evasively. I'd actually had notes
from the school that his grades had been dropping lately, but let him think
he had me fooled. All part of the program. "Here's the thingie to sign."
I knew the shop - one in the Deco District, near my gym. Probably one of
Jace's little muscle-fag fuckbuddies. Whatever trashy design Brendy was
helped to pick out for a tramp stamp tattoo would be cute as hell, but
something he'd pay a lot to have covered over once he outgrew his twink
boyslut look. I signed the slip, and handed it back.
"Take a condom from the corkboard if you plan to fool around," I said,
making him blush. There were a couple, thumbtacked right through to a
colorful "Play Safe!" flyer he'd brought home with them from somewhere or
other and thoughtlessly left lying around. I don't think he had ever read
it.
"I'm just having my hair done, Daddy!" I could hear his eyes rolling, as he
bent to put the slip back in a folder in his bag. And I could see him pick
at the tight seam in the back of his shorts where it pushed at the plug he
was definitely wearing. We had rules about that, too, but I let him think
he fooled me, usually.
"You didn't ask if you could wear a toy, Brendy... Do I have to take that
permission slip back?" He jumped a bit, and I could see his ass clench
reflexively at my tone, and got a little hard myself as he turned guiltily
to face me.
"Um... I meant to. I forgot. Sorry, Daddy." One hand absently half-hid,
half-adjusted the boner in his pants as the tip of his tounge darted
nervously over his double lip-rings.
"Well... I guess its okay, this time. Give me a good-boy hug, and tell me
you won't forget again." I gestured in front of me as I pivoted my desk
chair and spread my legs. I saw his eyes go to the half-hard package of my
khakis, but he didn't think twice.
"I promise not to forget, Daddy." Once his arms were around my neck, and
his boner snug against what he'd been scoping, I gave his ass a playful
slap and feigned forgiveness.
"Alright, Brendy. If you promise. But if that's the one with a vibrator
like I think it is, since you didn't ask, you need to let Byrone hold onto
the remote while you're his guest. His roof, his rules," I said sternly.
Byrone was on probation for a sexual offense, and I knew from messages I
had read that he refused to fuck Brendy until he was a legal 16, but loved
to keep him hard and squirming. "Alright?" I squeezed his ass where I'd
slapped, and his hard little cock bucked against mine.
"Alright, Daddy." His lips brushed my cheek and I kissed his neck,
bristling with my chin.
Brendy hadn't managed to get laid yet, beyond the occasional awkward
hand-job. But he was avidly practicing head with his dildos on webcam. It
was becoming his signature sign-off, using the toy he'd just cum from
having up his own ass. He got a lot of viewers, and thirteen cents a minute
from the paid views.
I could tell from reading between the lines in texts and emails he got that
Jace and friends were among those watching, suggesting things to make his
performances dirtier, and in general teasing him on purpose so he would be
desperate to do whatever they asked when they finally went beyond teasing.
We had a "no sleepovers" rule during the school year - but this was his
final week, and I had tentatively agreed to let him stay with Jace over the
cookout weekend. If he were good.
The big cookout which Jace and his friends had Brendan so looking forward
to was an annual tradition, the start of "Pride season", coinciding with
the opening of MacAndrew Public Pool, in the big park that marked one end
of the Deco district, and made a border with the Latin neighborhood
beyond. The park was popular with Jace's set for the prospect offered of
anonymous hookups with the closeted Latinos and blacks who knew they could
find them there.
The pool was itself a relic of the 1930s era of public works, created with
a donation from a silver medalist olympic swimmer of the day. The changing
rooms, showers and rest rooms were in sprawling and spacious concrete
pavilion, adorned with athletic nude bas-reliefs and terrazzo floors,
meticulously restored to vintage glamour through a fund drive organized
locally by Deco District merchants a few years ago.
Brendan was already signed up for a lifesaving and CPR certification
course, and would have plenty of opportunity to make friends there all
summer. Naturally, it all started off with the big annual block party, a
month before the Pride Parade. In fact, the cookout pre-dated an official
Pride event in our town by decades, dating from the seedy '70s, when the
gay ghetto was substantially more of an actual ghetto, and the pool simply
offered the largest public toilets in the city.
The Pride Committee, when our town finally got one, carefully avoided
coinciding with that weekend or making any official endorsement of it. The
cookout was widely attended, but never acknowledged by respectable
types. Jace and his friends had, of course, been talking of nothing else
for weeks, and spackling light-posts and vacant walls with flyers showing a
hunky fake "construction workers" flanking a mock construction sign,
"CAUTION: RAISED MANHOLES", to advertise the event.
As part of what I called "our agreement", I had also made it plain to
Brendan that he was expected to get a summer job that would look good on
his admissions, and he had arranged with another of Jace's friends to work
as a towel-boy for his day-spa, enrolling in a massage certification course
there, to be paid for with his wages, leaving just a little over.
I approved this arrangement, knowing that Jace and friends planned to offer
Brendy "odd jobs" on the side, paying him under the table, and giving them
further opportunity to work on him. I don't know if he caught the
undertones in their offers to employ him as, say, a dog-walker, if Tino's
big, unfixed, male great dane "really liked him", but I did. And I couldn't
wait to see how far they'd lead him on, given the chance.
I have to say, by now I pretty much in agreement with Jace about the kind
of boy that Brendy wanted to be. He really was a natural, becoming daily
more responsive to firm direction, letting his comportment be influenced by
the taste and standards of Jace's set to an extent that he took for normal,
now, almost completely unaware of how much his appearance and behavior had
become overtly and blantantly sexualized.
Anymore, Brendan seldom could keep one hand or the other off his junk,
unless he was tugging the back of his pants, and his habitual expression
had become an unconsciously suggestive pout from his habit of playing his
lips against his tongue-stud and his tongue over his lip-rings, eyes
wandering below men's belts slyly from under a fall of teased, frosted
blonde bangs. It was very much the naughty-but-dumb look of the photo that
had persuaded Jace, only more so, and he didn't even know he was doing it.
And Jace had proven to be the right choice of mentor in that regard, as
well. He and his friends were crude and shameless, equating modesty with
prudery, and risky promiscuity with sex-positivity. In their view, condoms
were tools of fear and oppression, and whatever the unread flyer on the
corkboard said, Brendan's daily, illicit social-media fare was an endless
stream of cum-shots, rimjobs, ten-plus inch uncut cocks, anonymous bareback
butt-sex and, recently, even hints at watersports, all in the guise of
cheeky motivational memes normalizing their views.
Byrone, the big, brash, black hair-stylist had not only given Brendy the
faggiest possible haircut. He had, I knew, also given Brendy a Brazilian
wax and even shaped his pubes, keeping him bone-hard the entire time. "But
he told me I couldn't cum," he'd later complained to Tino and Jace and
others in text messages when he shared the pics, later, "so I am going to
make my black didlo watch while I use the blue one later, instead. Think
he'll get the message?"
Brendy was sure getting the message, and a summer of learning oil-massage
in a gay day spa when he wasn't at MacAndrew Public Pool was sure to
progress things nicely if I was reading Jace and his friends at all. And
that should make sure he was ready to try out for the Gordon-Magnus Academy
junior varsity wrestling and swim teams by the time school rolled back
around. If Brendy was good, and learned to do what he was told.
"I'll want to see you in those cutoffs before I decide you can wear them at
the cookout." Keeping him trapped between my legs, I pressed my half-hard
cock against his. I don't really prefer boys, tending toward the straight
end of bi, myself, but Brendan was almost enough to convert
me. "Understood?" I idled my thumb down the rear seam of his shorts and
circled the base of the toy.
I could feel the muscles in his bare thighs tighten as his ring shivered
and clenched. "Understood, Daddy."
"Good boy. Now, go on then." I released him, hands to his shoulders,
standing him back. There was a damp spot just showing at the front of his
pants. "Home by eleven-thirty, school tomorrow."
"Eleven-thirty or sooner", he agreed. He'd probably get a ride home from
Byrone or, more likely, Tino. And knew I'd be up waiting.
"Be good, Brendy," I said in tones shading from firm to permissive, "and
have fun."
"I will! Thank you, Daddy."
I was more than half-hard as I flipped back through the weeks of
increasingly dirty direct messages, emails and pictures while I sat up,
waiting to see Brendy in his new cutoffs when he got home.
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 9
"Where did it go? Where did it go!" Taylor's voice climbed several octaves.
Max swung the bird around looking for the Quetal. They were playing Ark again and had spent a good hour searching for a decent Quetal.
"It's down, it was shot." Taylor's dad's voice came over the headset much calmer than his sons.
"Okay, I'm dropping you, Taylor." Max said, his own stomach still doing flip-flops. The bird had gone down in thick trees and it would be an easy meal for a predator. As he dropped his friend, he descended to the forest floor himself. Between Taylor and himself they had a defensive fence set up before Taylor's dad landed.
"Looks like you to have everything set. I'm going to start dinner." Taylor's dad said as he checked their fence and took off.
Max smiled to himself. Taylor's dad rarely came on, but whenever they really needed a third player, he always made the time. It was nice.
"A little less than thirty minutes. I can watch it if you want to do something else." Taylor suggested.
"No, I'll stick with you just in case another player shows up." Max said hopping on his bird.
"Yeah, probably best," Taylor answered. "By the way, I'm coming to your birthday."
Max smiled to himself. "I'll tell my mom." He had handed out his birthday invitations to his classmates today. "I think you're the first to respond."
The two of them were quiet for a bit with the sound of the video game coming over the headsets. Then Taylor suddenly spoke up. "Are you and that Rose girl really boyfriend and girlfriend?"
A few days ago, Max would answer that question right away without any thought. Now he didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth but wasn't sure what to say.
After a moment of silence Taylor spoke up. "Max, are you there?"
"Um, yeah, my mom was just saying dinner's ready. Can you watch it?" Even to Max's ear's the excuse sounded terrible.
"Yeah, think you'll be back on?" Taylor asked.
"Not tonight." Max said making his bird take flight.
He slipped his headset off in case Taylor tried to ask him that question again. A few days ago, it would have been an easy one to answer, but now he wasn't so sure. As soon as he was back at the base he logged off and headed upstairs. The bedroom door was partly open. Closing it behind himself, he jumped on his bed and let out a sigh.
Jackson who was still working on his homework, "Rough day on the playground?"
"Sort of." Max said into his pillow before rolling onto his back.
Jackson put his pen down and came over on Max's bed. "What's wrong? I haven't seen you this down since we had that family intervention meeting about you saying `Holy chalupas!'"
"I maintain that it was a good catch phrase," Max said sitting up in bed. "But I do have a problem."
"Spell, my homework isn't going anywhere... unfortunately." Jackson said glancing at his desk.
Max appraised his older brother for a moment. `Brother secret?' A brother secret was usually when they have both done something wrong and didn't want anyone to find out about it. It was something that they had on a lot more when they were younger.
"Sure, so what's your problem?"
Max let out a long sigh. "I, well..." Max repositioned himself so he was sitting up on his knees. "Do you like the way girls look?"
Jackson gave him a strange look. "Um, Yes?"
Max grimaced. "I mean like you know when they don't have their clothes on?"
"What are you getting at?" Jackson asked.
Max shrugged his shoulders. "I saw Rose's, you know what they have between their legs? It was like well I didn't want to look at it."
Jackson's eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, I see..." He scratched his head and looked a little uncomfortable. "Max, I know you don't want me to say you're still pretty young, but you are. I mean as you get older you get these things called hormones and they can change the things you find interesting. I'm not sure you should be worrying about it too much."
"But I like the way Taylor looks and I like the way you look. You know... your private areas. Did you ever feel that way? I mean you were the one who told me about sword fighting."
Jackson didn't answer right away. He shifted a little clearly giving it some thought. "I guess there were times I was curious what other people look like down there."
Max nodded. "You never got excited to see down there?"
"I wouldn't describe it like that." Jackson said.
Max nodded again. "I think I might be gay then."
"Well, I'm not sure if that's the only option," Jackson said. "I mean... considering some of the stuff we've been doing maybe it's just sort of what you like now. I mean you didn't like the idea of a blowjob.
Max considered for a moment. "I don't like the idea that you pee from there and then stick it in my mouth. Maybe if it was washed first? I mean I suck on my fingers sometimes after I eat some things. Cinnamon sticks for example and my fingers get into a lot of dirty things. I mean I remember this one time..."
"Max," Jackson interrupted. "I think you might be jumping the gun. I mean when I was your age the idea of having a girl just as a regular friend was weird. I know if you are gay that's fine. I'm just saying I think there's more to it than just not liking girls now. Anyway, it's not really a big deal."
Max didn't answer for a long moment. "Yeah, it is. I don't think I can be Rose's boyfriend and I don't want to lose her as a friend." He felt his eyes start to tear up.
"Max," Jackson tucked his little brother into his arms giving him a tight hug and Max was all too happy to throw his arms around his big brother. "It's okay. It'll be okay. You don't have to say anything."
Of course, it wasn't. Max wasn't the most comfortable with telling a lie. It was one thing to make a boast and another thing to lie to a friend. As his birthday approached, he felt an unusual amount of dread because he knew Rose would be there. His party took place in the backyard and it was a nice one. There was a bounce house with a couple of other activities. Everyone from his classroom had been invited and because it was a Friday, they pretty much all arrived at the same time. Rose was the last to arrive carrying a shoebox-sized present. He greeted her with a hug, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek and that just made his heart sank and a few girls giggle.
"Thanks for coming." Max said.
"I've been looking forward to it. Think I can meet some more of your friends?" Rose asked while handing him his present.
Max couldn't help himself and gently shook the present. It sounded like Legos which was something he liked. "Yeah, sure but can we talk first? In private?"
"Sure," Rose said with a smile before glancing over his shoulder. "Your friend Taylor is giving me a dirty look."
Max turned around to look, but when he turned around all he saw was Taylor climbing into the bounce house. "Sorry, let's go into the house."
Max let her through the kitchen having to dodge his Aunt Stephanie who was probably supposed to be preparing food but was having a quiet argument with her boyfriend. Going into the family room Max sat her down onto the couch and he sat next to her. Even though he knew what he had to do he still hadn't really figure out a good way to do it.
"Max, we've been sitting here for almost a minute, is everything okay?" Rose asked sounding a little worried.
Shrugging his shoulders, Max shook his head. "No, it's not. I have to tell you something and I'm afraid you won't want to be friends with me afterward."
Rose was silent for a moment. "Then just tell me."
It took an effort for him to look her in the eye. "Okay, I don't think we can be boyfriend and girlfriend anymore."
"Why?" Rose asked.
"Because I don't think I want a girlfriend, as in ever."
It felt like Rose didn't say anything for hours. "So, you don't like girls?"
"Well I like you. Like you're one of my best friends but..."
"You don't want to kiss me again?" Rose supplied.
"I'm sorry."
"Max, is there anyone you do want to kiss?"
Max felt his cheeks flush a little as he thought of Taylor. "Kind of."
"And it's a boy?" Rose said letting out a little giggle
Feeling a little reassured Max smiled and nodded.
Rose thought for a second. "Taylor then?"
"Why do you think it's him?" Max was genuinely surprised.
Rose shrugged her shoulders. "Well, he's always been pretty rude to me. If he thought you were having a crush on him or he had a crush on you that would make sense. It's hard to see you being friends with a jerk."
"He doesn't mean to be." Max said trying to defend him.
"It's okay and we are okay."
Max smiled. "So, we can be friends?"
"You are a great boyfriend to Max. I don't see why we can't be great friends."
Max didn't know what to say so he just gave her a hug and she hugged him back.
End of chapter 9.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 9</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 9</span></b><span></span></p><p><span>"Where did it go? Where did it go!"
Taylor's voice climbed several octaves.</span></p>
<p><span>Max swung the bird around looking for the
Quetal. They were playing Ark again and had spent a good hour searching for a
decent Quetal.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's down, it was shot." Taylor's
dad's voice came over the headset much calmer than his sons.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, I'm dropping you, Taylor."
Max said, his own stomach still doing flip-flops. The bird had gone down in
thick trees and it would be an easy meal for a predator. As he dropped his friend,
he descended to the forest floor himself. Between Taylor and himself they had a
defensive fence set up before Taylor's dad landed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks like you to have everything set.
I'm going to start dinner." Taylor's dad said as he checked their fence
and took off.</span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled to himself. Taylor's dad rarely
came on, but whenever they really needed a third player, he always made the
time. It was nice.</span></p>
<p><span>"A little less than thirty minutes. I can
watch it if you want to do something else." Taylor suggested.</span></p>
<p><span>"No, I'll stick with you just in case
another player shows up." Max said hopping on his bird.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, probably best," Taylor
answered. "By the way, I'm coming to your birthday."</span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled to himself. "I'll tell my
mom." He had handed out his birthday invitations to his classmates today.
"I think you're the first to respond."</span></p>
<p><span>The two of them were quiet for a bit with the
sound of the video game coming over the headsets. Then Taylor suddenly spoke
up. "Are you and that Rose girl really boyfriend and girlfriend?"</span></p>
<p><span>A few days ago, Max would answer that question
right away without any thought. Now he didn't know what to say. He opened his
mouth but wasn't sure what to say.</span></p>
<p><span>After a moment of silence Taylor spoke up.
"Max, are you there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Um, yeah, my mom was just saying dinner's
ready. Can you watch it?" Even to Max's ear's the excuse sounded terrible.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, think you'll be back on?"
Taylor asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not tonight." Max said making his
bird take flight.</span></p>
<p><span>He slipped his headset off in case Taylor
tried to ask him that question again. A few days ago, it would have been an
easy one to answer, but now he wasn't so sure. As soon as he was back at the base
he logged off and headed upstairs. The bedroom door was partly open. Closing it
behind himself, he jumped on his bed and let out a sigh.</span></p>
<p><span>Jackson who was still working on his homework,
"Rough day on the playground?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sort of." Max said into his pillow
before rolling onto his back.</span></p>
<p><span>Jackson put his pen down and came over on
Max's bed. "What's wrong? I haven't seen you this down since we had that
family intervention meeting about you saying `Holy chalupas!'"</span></p>
<p><span>"I maintain that it was a good catch
phrase," Max said sitting up in bed. "But I do have a problem."</span></p>
<p><span>"Spell, my homework isn't going
anywhere... unfortunately." Jackson said glancing at his desk.</span></p>
<p><span>Max appraised his older brother for a moment. `Brother
secret?' A brother secret was usually when they have both done something wrong
and didn't want anyone to find out about it. It was something that they had on
a lot more when they were younger.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure, so what's your problem?"</span></p>
<p><span>Max let out a long sigh. "I,
well..." Max repositioned himself so he was sitting up on his knees.
"Do you like the way girls look?"</span></p>
<p><span>Jackson gave him a strange look. "Um,
Yes?"</span></p>
<p><span>Max grimaced. "I mean like you know when
they don't have their clothes on?"</span></p>
<p><span>"What are you getting at?" Jackson
asked.</span></p>
<p><span>Max shrugged his shoulders. "I saw Rose's,
you know what they have between their legs? It was like well I didn't want to
look at it."</span></p>
<p><span>Jackson's eyes lit up with understanding.
"Oh, I see..." He scratched his head and looked a little
uncomfortable. "Max, I know you don't want me to say you're still pretty
young, but you are. I mean as you get older you get these things called
hormones and they can change the things you find interesting. I'm not sure you
should be worrying about it too much."</span></p>
<p><span>"But I like the way Taylor looks and I
like the way you look. You know... your private areas. Did you ever feel that
way? I mean you were the one who told me about sword fighting."</span></p>
<p><span>Jackson didn't answer right away. He shifted a
little clearly giving it some thought. "I guess there were times I was
curious what other people look like down there."</span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded. "You never got excited to see
down there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I wouldn't describe it like that."
Jackson said.</span></p>
<p><span><o:p> </o:p><br>Max nodded again. "I think I might be gay
then."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, I'm not sure if that's the only
option," Jackson said. "I mean... considering some of the stuff we've
been doing maybe it's just sort of what you like now. I mean you didn't like
the idea of a blowjob.</span></p>
<p><span>Max considered for a moment. "I don't
like the idea that you pee from there and then stick it in my mouth. Maybe if
it was washed first? I mean I suck on my fingers sometimes after I eat some
things. Cinnamon sticks for example and my fingers get into a lot of dirty
things. I mean I remember this one time..."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max," Jackson interrupted. "I
think you might be jumping the gun. I mean when I was your age the idea of
having a girl just as a regular friend was weird. I know if you are gay that's
fine. I'm just saying I think there's more to it than just not liking girls now.
Anyway, it's not really a big deal."</span></p>
<p><span>Max didn't answer for a long moment.
"Yeah, it is. I don't think I can be Rose's boyfriend and I don't want to
lose her as a friend." He felt his eyes start to tear up.</span></p>
<p><span>"Max," Jackson tucked his little
brother into his arms giving him a tight hug and Max was all too happy to throw
his arms around his big brother. "It's okay. It'll be okay. You don't have
to say anything."</span></p>
<p><span>Of course, it wasn't. Max wasn't the most
comfortable with telling a lie. It was one thing to make a boast and another
thing to lie to a friend. As his birthday approached, he felt an unusual amount
of dread because he knew Rose would be there. His party took place in the
backyard and it was a nice one. There was a bounce house with a couple of other
activities. Everyone from his classroom had been invited and because it was a Friday,
they pretty much all arrived at the same time. Rose was the last to arrive
carrying a shoebox-sized present. He greeted her with a hug, and she gave him a
kiss on the cheek and that just made his heart sank and a few girls giggle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks for coming." Max said.</span></p>
<p><span>"I've been looking forward to it. Think I
can meet some more of your friends?" Rose asked while handing him his present.</span></p>
<p><span>Max couldn't help himself and gently shook the
present. It sounded like Legos which was something he liked. "Yeah, sure
but can we talk first? In private?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure," Rose said with a smile
before glancing over his shoulder. "Your friend Taylor is giving me a
dirty look."</span></p>
<p><span><o:p> </o:p>Max turned around to look, but when he turned
around all he saw was Taylor climbing into the bounce house. "Sorry, let's
go into the house."</span></p>
<p><span>Max let her through the kitchen having to
dodge his Aunt Stephanie who was probably supposed to be preparing food but was
having a quiet argument with her boyfriend. Going into the family room Max sat
her down onto the couch and he sat next to her. Even though he knew what he had
to do he still hadn't really figure out a good way to do it.</span></p>
<p><span>"Max, we've been sitting here for almost
a minute, is everything okay?" Rose asked sounding a little worried.</span></p>
<p><span>Shrugging his shoulders, Max shook his head.
"No, it's not. I have to tell you something and I'm afraid you won't want
to be friends with me afterward."</span></p>
<p><span>Rose was silent for a moment. "Then just
tell me."</span></p>
<p><span>It took an effort for him to look her in the
eye. "Okay, I don't think we can be boyfriend and girlfriend
anymore."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why?" Rose asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Because I don't think I want a
girlfriend, as in ever."</span></p>
<p><span>It felt like Rose didn't say anything for
hours. "So, you don't like girls?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well I like you. Like you're one of my
best friends but..."</span></p>
<p><span>"You don't want to kiss me again?"
Rose supplied.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm sorry."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max, is there anyone you do want to
kiss?"</span></p>
<p><span>Max felt his cheeks flush a little as he
thought of Taylor. "Kind of."</span></p>
<p><span>"And it's a boy?" Rose said letting
out a little giggle</span></p>
<p><span>Feeling a little reassured Max smiled and
nodded.</span></p>
<p><span>Rose thought for a second. "Taylor
then?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why do you think it's him?" Max was
genuinely surprised.</span></p>
<p><span>Rose shrugged her shoulders. "Well, he's
always been pretty rude to me. If he thought you were having a crush on him or
he had a crush on you that would make sense. It's hard to see you being friends
with a jerk."</span></p>
<p><span><o:p> </o:p>"He doesn't mean to be." Max said
trying to defend him.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's okay and we are okay."</span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled. "So, we can be friends?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You are a great boyfriend to Max. I
don't see why we can't be great friends."</span></p>
<p><span><o:p> </o:p>Max didn't know what to say so he just gave her
a hug and she hugged him back.</span></p>
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 7After coming back from ice cream, Taylor and Max went right back on their computers. Jackson had come back home alone and hadn't even seen Max sitting in the little cubby under the stairs. Max was curious how his brother's party had gone but didn't want to abandon Taylor. But he figured he would get the scoop tomorrow. Between it being a sleepover and the weekend, he easily lost track of time and by the time Taylor said he was tired there wasn't another chance for a rematch.
Jackson was returning the favor Max had given him on New Year Eve's party and was sleeping in Tommy's room which meant Taylor had Jackson's bed. His friends fell asleep pretty fast which left Max staring up at the ceiling. His mind drifted from topic to topic slowly becoming drowsy. He thought about ARK in the base they would be building and how nice it had been to spend time with Taylor. It was a lot more fun playing with someone than just by yourself and he sort of wished he could get some other of his classmates to play.
As he drifted off to sleep his thoughts merged into a dream. In the dream, he was standing on top of the cliff where they were planning to build a readout in case their main base was overrun. The view was beautiful with a river winding through the terrain in the distance separating the Redwoods Forest from a more open plane. He could see a brontosaurus crossing the river.
"Should we capture it?" Taylor asked pointing at the Brontosaurus.
Max looked at it and then at his friend who looked how he looked in real life and not like his character. Well except for the metal armor which Taylor had on. It was strange they were adults in the game, but everything still was scaled for them. "It's only a level 5. We could go after it for prime meat, but if you want to capture one, I would wait for something higher."
"Okay, but I really want to put a platform saddle on one of those. A little mobile base!"
"That will be awesome," Max said grinning. "It's getting dark out though." Indeed, the Sun was setting or at least it was getting darker. "You want to practice sword fighting in the bird pen?"
"Sure, but I'm going to take my arm off. I don't want it to get damaged. We really need to get a Quetzal so we can do metal runs easier." Taylor said taking his armor off.
"Tomorrow." Max said, following his friend's example.
Strangely as they stripped out of their armor, they were naked, not wearing the little loincloth the game usually gave the characters. They picked up their swords and shields and headed downstairs to the bird pen. They sparred for a bit, swords and shields smashing against each other in a fashion that wasn't realistic to the game, but what if it were in a movie. They both lost their shields, not that it stopped the fight. Eventually, Max was able to disarm Taylor, his friend's sword flew off to one side.
"Got you!" Max exclaimed pointing his sword at Taylor's bare chest.
Taylor stood there for a second and just as Max thought he would admit defeat, Taylor did a spinning kick knocking the sword out of his hand. As soon as Taylor landed, he grabbed himself because at some point during the fight they had both become hard. "I still have one sword!"
"So, do I!" Max shouted grabbing a hold of himself.
As they touched, Max's eyes shot open and he was in his bed. The room was still dark and after blinking a few times he could see it was just a little past midnight. Max realized it was too late to go back to sleep anytime soon. He rolled onto his back and felt his erection brush against the sheets. He reached down and felt himself, surprised by how hard he was. The dream was still fresh in his memory and it would be one of those that stayed with him. The weird ones usually did.
Max toyed with the idea of getting off, but that just felt weird to do it with Taylor in the room sleeping. Looking over at his friend, he saw him sleeping peacefully. Carefully, he climbed out of his bed and he quietly walked to his bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. His penis was not going down, so he slid it under his waistband. He was about to head downstairs for a drink when a light caught his eye from his brother's room.
Walking up to the door Max placed a hand on the handle, a sociopathic wanting to wake up Tommy. He opened the door just wide enough so he could look inside and saw Jackson was laying on an air mattress, his phone next to his head. The phone explained the light. The door opening must have gotten Jackson's attention because he looked over and for a second the two looked at each other without saying a word.
"What?" Jackson whispered.
"I'm just getting a drink. I saw the light." Max answered in the same low tone.
Jackson glanced at his phone and then pulled the blanket off himself. "I'll come with you."
Jackson took his phone with him downstairs without saying anything. Max sat at the table while his brother started to pick through the refrigerator. "Orange juice or apple juice?" Jackson said after examining the fridge.
"Orange juice."
"Yeah, I'll have that too." Jackson replied as he started to shake the container. "So why can't you sleep?"
"Weird dream, dinosaurs and stuff." Max decided to keep the weird stuff to himself.
"You're playing that game too much." His brother answered, walking over to hand him his orange juice.
"No, I'm not. It wasn't a nightmare, just a weird dream. What's your excuse for being up?"
Jackson sat down at the head of the table. "I'm trying to be a peacemaker. Popko and Ramona got into a fight. They're not talking to each other, but Lola is talking to me and Ramona is talking to Lola. So, I have to pass on the messages from and to Popko."
"Basically, you're in a long game of telephone?" Max summarized
"Yeah, I feel like I'm back in first grade," Jackson said before taking a sip.
"What are they fighting about?"
"Nothing you need to worry about." Jackson said dismissively.
That piqued Max's interest. If he had just said I have had an argument or something like that, Max would have assumed it was something boring. "Come on, you can tell me."
"It's private."
"Yeah, but four people already know, and I won't tell anyone. Come on, you know I'm good at keeping a secret." Max said leaning towards his brother and lowering his tongue.
Jackson gave Max a look that he thought meant knock it off, but Max just had to push a little more. "Please?"
Jackson caved doing a quick look over both on his shoulders as he leaned closer to his brother. "Okay, but you never repeat this to anyone. Understood?"
Max nodded.
"Alright, well we went to the party and at first everything was normal. A little music, a little dancing the usual stuff."
"Not at my parties." Max interrupted.
Jackson silenced him with a glare and didn't continue until Max zipped his lips. "Anyways making out started. I was talking to Lola and we were just getting around to kissing. Ramona came over and she was angry and asked to go with her. I didn't know what was going on." Jackson shrugged and stared into his glass before continuing. "They left after a few minutes of talking and I asked Popko what was up. I guess he wanted a little more than just making out."
"What did he want to do?" Max prompted.
"A blowjob."
"What's that?" Max asked.
Jackson pursed his lips together thinking. "It's when you suck on somebody's penis until you get that feeling. You know a climax, that feeling that you like."
Max's eyebrows came together as he tried to picture that. "Oh, and you blow that white stuff!"
Jackson winced and gestured for Max to lower his voice. "Yeah, she wasn't too happy that he asked him for that."
"It doesn't seem very nice." Max agreed thinking how many times he had peed and try to imagine putting that in his mouth. "It's kind of disgusting."
Jackson made a weird sort of noise that wasn't agreement or disagreement. "Most people like getting them and some people like giving them I think."
"Have you?"
"What? No, I've never given or received one." Jackson said quickly.
"Oh, Well, do you want to?"
Jackson didn't answer until he drained his glass. "I don't know."
"How can you not know?" Max demanded. To Max it was a simple question, you either wanted to do something or you didn't.
"Max, it's not that simple. Yeah, there's a part of me that wants to do it, but there's another part of me that's a little nervous about doing it. I also don't want to ask Lola in case she gets upset. Besides we've barely been dating, I wasn't even sure about asking her to go to this party. Things are more complicated in a relationship and sometimes I don't know what to do!"
Max was taking a bit aback by his brother's speech. It was a weird position he was now in. His brother usually knew everything or so it seemed. "Sorry."
"It's not your fault," Jackson said resting his head in his hand. "It's just hard sometimes, trying to figure all this stuff out. It makes me wish dad was still here. I'm not sure I could have talked to him about this stuff, but when I talk to my friends, they all pretend like they know everything, and I know they don't."
Max looked at his brother, Jackson sort of looked like he was about to cry. Max put his glass down and stood up. "I know it's not the same, but if you ever want to talk, I won't pretend to know everything."
Max felt himself pulled into a hug and after a second he responded.
End of chapter 7.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 7</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 7</span></b><span></span><span lang="EN">After coming back from ice cream, Taylor and Max went right back on their
computers. Jackson had come back home alone and hadn't even seen Max sitting in
the little cubby under the stairs. Max was curious how his brother's party had gone
but didn't want to abandon Taylor. But he figured he would get the scoop
tomorrow. Between it being a sleepover and the weekend, he easily lost track of
time and by the time Taylor said he was tired there wasn't another chance for a
rematch.</span></p><p><span lang="EN">Jackson was returning the favor Max had given him on New Year Eve's party
and was sleeping in Tommy's room which meant Taylor had Jackson's bed. His
friends fell asleep pretty fast which left Max staring up at the ceiling. His
mind drifted from topic to topic slowly becoming drowsy. He thought about ARK
in the base they would be building and how nice it had been to spend time with
Taylor. It was a lot more fun playing with someone than just by yourself and he
sort of wished he could get some other of his classmates to play.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">As he drifted off to sleep his thoughts merged into a dream. In the dream,
he was standing on top of the cliff where they were planning to build a readout
in case their main base was overrun. The view was beautiful with a river
winding through the terrain in the distance separating the Redwoods Forest from
a more open plane. He could see a brontosaurus crossing the river.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Should we capture it?" Taylor asked pointing at the
Brontosaurus.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max looked at it and then at his friend who looked how he looked in real
life and not like his character. Well except for the metal armor which Taylor
had on. It was strange they were adults in the game, but everything still was
scaled for them. "It's only a level 5. We could go after it for prime
meat, but if you want to capture one, I would wait for something higher."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Okay, but I really want to put a platform saddle on one of those. A
little mobile base!"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"That will be awesome," Max said grinning. "It's getting
dark out though." Indeed, the Sun was setting or at least it was getting
darker. "You want to practice sword fighting in the bird pen?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Sure, but I'm going to take my arm off. I don't want it to get
damaged. We really need to get a Quetzal so we can do metal runs easier."
Taylor said taking his armor off.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Tomorrow." Max said, following his friend's example.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Strangely as they stripped out of their armor, they were naked, not wearing
the little loincloth the game usually gave the characters. They picked up their
swords and shields and headed downstairs to the bird pen. They sparred for a
bit, swords and shields smashing against each other in a fashion that wasn't realistic
to the game, but what if it were in a movie. They both lost their shields, not
that it stopped the fight. Eventually, Max was able to disarm Taylor, his
friend's sword flew off to one side.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Got you!" Max exclaimed pointing his sword at Taylor's bare
chest.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Taylor stood there for a second and just as Max thought he would admit
defeat, Taylor did a spinning kick knocking the sword out of his hand. As soon
as Taylor landed, he grabbed himself because at some point during the fight
they had both become hard. "I still have one sword!"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"So, do I!" Max shouted grabbing a hold of himself.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">As they touched, Max's eyes shot open and he was in his bed. The room was
still dark and after blinking a few times he could see it was just a little
past midnight. Max realized it was too late to go back to sleep anytime soon.
He rolled onto his back and felt his erection brush against the sheets. He
reached down and felt himself, surprised by how hard he was. The dream was
still fresh in his memory and it would be one of those that stayed with him. The
weird ones usually did.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max toyed with the idea of getting off, but that just felt weird to do it with
Taylor in the room sleeping. Looking over at his friend, he saw him sleeping
peacefully. Carefully, he climbed out of his bed and he quietly walked to his
bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. His penis was not going down, so he
slid it under his waistband. He was about to head downstairs for a drink when a
light caught his eye from his brother's room.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Walking up to the door Max placed a hand on the handle, a sociopathic
wanting to wake up Tommy. He opened the door just wide enough so he could look
inside and saw Jackson was laying on an air mattress, his phone next to his
head. The phone explained the light. The door opening must have gotten
Jackson's attention because he looked over and for a second the two looked at
each other without saying a word.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What?" Jackson whispered.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I'm just getting a drink. I saw the light." Max answered in the
same low tone.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson glanced at his phone and then pulled the blanket off himself.
"I'll come with you."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson took his phone with him downstairs without saying anything. Max sat
at the table while his brother started to pick through the refrigerator.
"Orange juice or apple juice?" Jackson said after examining the
fridge.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Orange juice."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, I'll have that too." Jackson replied as he started to
shake the container. "So why can't you sleep?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Weird dream, dinosaurs and stuff." Max decided to keep the weird
stuff to himself.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"You're playing that game too much." His brother answered,
walking over to hand him his orange juice.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"No, I'm not. It wasn't a nightmare, just a weird dream. What's your
excuse for being up?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson sat down at the head of the table. "I'm trying to be a
peacemaker. Popko and Ramona got into a fight. They're not talking to each
other, but Lola is talking to me and Ramona is talking to Lola. So, I have to
pass on the messages from and to Popko."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p> </o:p>"Basically, you're in a long game of telephone?" Max summarized</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, I feel like I'm back in first grade," Jackson said before
taking a sip.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What are they fighting about?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Nothing you need to worry about." Jackson said dismissively.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">That piqued Max's interest. If he had just said I have had an argument or
something like that, Max would have assumed it was something boring. "Come
on, you can tell me."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's private."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, but four people already know, and I won't tell anyone. Come on,
you know I'm good at keeping a secret." Max said leaning towards his
brother and lowering his tongue.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson gave Max a look that he thought meant knock it off, but Max just
had to push a little more. "Please?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson caved doing a quick look over both on his shoulders as he leaned
closer to his brother. "Okay, but you never repeat this to anyone.
Understood?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max nodded.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Alright, well we went to the party and at first everything was
normal. A little music, a little dancing the usual stuff."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Not at my parties." Max interrupted.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson silenced him with a glare and didn't continue until Max zipped his
lips. "Anyways making out started. I was talking to Lola and we were just
getting around to kissing. Ramona came over and she was angry and asked to go
with her. I didn't know what was going on." Jackson shrugged and stared
into his glass before continuing. "They left after a few minutes of
talking and I asked Popko what was up. I guess he wanted a little more than
just making out."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What did he want to do?" Max prompted.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"A blowjob."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What's that?" Max asked.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson pursed his lips together thinking. "It's when you suck on
somebody's penis until you get that feeling. You know a climax, that feeling
that you like."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max's eyebrows came together as he tried to picture that. "Oh, and you
blow that white stuff!"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson winced and gestured for Max to lower his voice. "Yeah, she
wasn't too happy that he asked him for that."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It doesn't seem very nice." Max agreed thinking how many times
he had peed and try to imagine putting that in his mouth. "It's kind of
disgusting."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p> </o:p>Jackson made a weird sort of noise that wasn't agreement or disagreement.
"Most people like getting them and some people like giving them I
think."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Have you?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What? No, I've never given or received one." Jackson said
quickly.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Oh, Well, do you want to?"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson didn't answer until he drained his glass. "I don't know."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"How can you not know?" Max demanded. To Max it was a simple
question, you either wanted to do something or you didn't.</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Max, it's not that simple. Yeah, there's a part of me that wants to
do it, but there's another part of me that's a little nervous about doing it. I
also don't want to ask Lola in case she gets upset. Besides we've barely been
dating, I wasn't even sure about asking her to go to this party. Things are
more complicated in a relationship and sometimes I don't know what to do!"</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max was taking a bit aback by his brother's speech. It was a weird position
he was now in. His brother usually knew everything or so it seemed.
"Sorry."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's not your fault," Jackson said resting his head in his hand.
"It's just hard sometimes, trying to figure all this stuff out. It makes
me wish dad was still here. I'm not sure I could have talked to him about this
stuff, but when I talk to my friends, they all pretend like they know everything,
and I know they don't."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max looked at his brother, Jackson sort of looked like he was about to cry.
Max put his glass down and stood up. "I know it's not the same, but if you
ever want to talk, I won't pretend to know everything."</span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max
felt himself pulled into a hug and after a second he responded.</span></p>
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 8
Max's eyes opened slowly, and he blinked several times before he could focus on the wall in front of him. Tilting his head downward, Max spotted Taylor on his brother's bed. His friend was sitting up on his knees, above the cover, with a book in his hands. For a long time, he just laid there staring at his friend, taking him in. His eyes wandered from his bare feet to his face until he noticed that the book was one of his. He began to feel a smile tug at his lips and then his friend looked over and noticed he was awake. Max gave a little smile as he sat up in bed and ask, "How long have you been awake? "
Taylor shrugged, "About a half an hour. Other people are awake, but well, I wasn't sure what to do."
Max was able to hide his amusement successfully. "You could have had breakfast. I'm hungry, are you?"
Taylor agreed and still in their pajamas they headed downstairs. Max was used to the noise and the general chaos in the morning with breakfast. During school days, just about everyone ate together, but weekends were a bit more casual which somehow resulted in more chaos. His mom made them waffles and Taylor tried to be more polite this time, but that was probably lost in the sound of that least three different conversations.
Taylor seemed a bit overwhelmed by all the commotion and quickly slipped back upstairs after finishing his breakfast. Max was slower partly because his Aunt Stephanie drew him into a conversation with her boyfriend. He was only a few minutes behind Taylor but when he got back to his room, he found his friend already dressed. He felt a little disappointed by that and a little self-conscious as he changed.
Going back downstairs they played with Cosmos for a bit and then ARK. Time flew by and before he knew it Taylor's dad was there to pick him up. He wished his friend could stay a bit longer, but they said their goodbyes and once he was gone Max turned off his computer. Max went outside, followed by Cosmos. His furry friend was more interested in finding a good spot in the sun to sleep. He decided to kick a soccer ball around. Sports were not his thing, but it didn't hurt to mess around.
Ramona came into the backyard through the back entrance. She smiled at him and he smiled back. "Forgot your key?" Max asked.
"Yeah, I wasn't really planning on having a sleepover last night." She replied.
"I'm glad you made up." Max said trying to balance the soccer ball on his foot.
"What do you know about that?" Ramona asked.
Her tone was so sharp that Max flinched, and the ball rolled away. "Um, I don't know." Max said trying to figure out what he should say. "Jackson said you had a fight with Popko."
"Did he say about what?" She asked.
Max knew better than to answer honestly. "He said it was boyfriend girlfriend stuff." Max patted himself on the back for not really lying.
Ramona relaxed a bit. "Yeah, relationships stuff. So how was your sleepover? I'm guessing it's over."
"It was fun. What do you like about Popko anyway?" Max asked slightly curious.
Ramona laughed a little. "That's a good question."
Max just smiled and waited, expecting an answer. Ramona finally just shrugged. "He's cute, he's popular and I really don't know."
The way Ramona said that made Max wonder if she had ever thought about it before. "That doesn't seem like it's a good reason."
"Well we do talk about stuff and you know it's fun to have someone to do stuff with." Ramona answered. "It's just kind of hard to explain."
Max thought for a moment. "You and Jackson talk about stuff and do stuff together. Why didn't you want him as a boyfriend?"
"Well, first I just don't think of Jackson that way. Plus, he's dating my friend and it's just complicated."
Max was confused, but then a thought he couldn't share with her entered his mind. Was this complicated stuff all about making out and kissing and all that? Ramona had said he was cute. Was that really the only difference between a friend and a boy or girl friend?
"Max?"
Max pulled himself out of his thoughts. "Yeah?"
"Are you okay? You had a weird look on your face."
"I'm just trying to figure it out."
Ramona shook her head. "Max, sometimes I'm not even sure if I understand it."
Max smiled and that was the end of the conversation. Unfortunately, Max's thoughts were not so easy to stop. What was the difference between a friend and a girlfriend? Max considered just about everyone in his classroom as his friend. However, he only ever hung out with a few of them outside of class and all of those were boys. So, what about Rose? He did like her, he liked spending time with her, and they talked about stuff. He liked that a lot because there were just some things you couldn't talk about with his other friends. He had kissed her at the New Year's Eve party, but he was supposed too. He had kind of wanted to, but they hadn't done it since. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? He had never really thought about it. Rose was a girl and his friend, but did that mean girlfriend?
Unfortunately, Max wasn't the type of kid who could put a problem aside. Like a convenient scab, he couldn't help but to pick at it. By the time lunch rolled around he was trying to develop an idea. He asked his mom if he could invite Rose over for a few hours. There was a little negotiation involved since he just had Taylor over, but his Aunt Stephanie help them out and once the meal was done the call was made and she was on her way.
When the knock on the door came Max jumped out of his chair and ran to the door not really realizing how much he just looked like Jackson from the night before. He opened the door with a big smile. "Hello Rose."
"Hello, boyfriend," Rose said coming inside. "Thanks for inviting me over."
"It's always nice seeing you. So how have you been?" Max said closing the door behind them.
They spent about twenty minutes just talking. Mostly just catching up since the last time they saw each other. During a lull in the conversation Max made his move. "Do you want to go play in my room to play?"
"Sure, what would you like to play?"
"We can figure it out when we are up there." Max started to feel butterflies running around in his stomach and he rubbed his hands against his pants feeling like they were wet.
The first snag in Max's plan came when they walked into his room and saw Jackson sitting by his desk on his phone. "Out." Max said pointing towards the door.
Jackson looked up from his phone, "You're kicking me out of my room?"
"Yep, this is reverse d�j� vu the sensation of something you have done to me before."
Rose chuckled and even Jackson smiled at that comment. "You know, I think I'll go before I become the family dog or something. Enjoy playing house." Jackson said looking down at his phone as he walked out of the room.
"We could play that." Rose suggested.
Max walked over to the door and closed it. "Maybe later. I was wondering if I could ask you for a big favor."
"Anything Max. What is it?"
"Well, there is this anatomy book at my school. It's in our library. It shows all our insides and stuff like that. I know boys and girls are different in the private area, but I was wondering if I could see." Max felt his face start to blush. It was weird, he hadn't felt like this when it was Taylor or Jackson. Not this embarrassed and there was no excitement. It was sort of curious.
Rose looked away and Max quickly added. "You can see me too."
That caught her attention. "You just want to look, no touch?"
"No touch," Max agreed. "I'll even put my hands behind my back."
She slowly moved her head from side to side. Max knew her well enough to know she was considering her options. "All right, but we have to do it together. At the same time."
Max had already thought it out. "We could both strip down to our underwear, and then pull down on 3."
"You thought about this." Rose said with a slight smile.
Max smiled a little, "I like to think things through."
"I like that about you." She tilted her head towards the door. "Does that have a lock?"
"Yeah, but everybody knocks before they come in."
"Lock it."
Max locked the door and when he came back, they started. They agreed to undress down at their own pace. Max was a lot quicker, he had his socks, shirt, and pants off in under thirty seconds. She started to pull her shorts down and made him turn around. That was a bit weird, but he did it anyway. When she said he could turn back around he did it so fast that he nearly tripped over his own feet.
His first impression was that her underwear was weird. Not just because it was My Little Pony, it just looked different. there was no flap like he had but that made sense. The anatomy book thing had not lied, he had looked at it. The drawings were kind of vague and all of the insides.
"Thor, he's kind of my favorite." Rose said.
Max didn't understand at first until he looked down and saw that was who he was wearing. "I like him, but I think I like Iron Man more. That's Rainbow Dash, right?"
"Yeah, she's not my favorite, but I like her." They were both silent for several seconds before Rose suggested, "I can count down." Max agreed, hooking his thumbs into his waistband. When she said three, they both push them down.
Max wasn't sure what he thought. Her underwear slid down to her ankles so he could see, but there just wasn't that much. He remembered he was supposed to put his hands behind his back, and he did as he wiggled his underwear down so he could step out of it.
"Can I get closer?" Max finally asked.
"Okay, but no touching." Rose reminded him stepping a half a step closer to him.
Even with a closer look, there didn't seem to be much to look at. He had to kneel to get a better look, but it just looked like folds of skin. "Does it do anything?"
"What?"
Max leaned back and bringing one of his hands forward pointed towards his thing. "This gets hard and it sort of sticks out sometimes."
She shook her head. "No, I can show you the inside, I guess."
Max nodded and watched as she slightly spread her legs and brought both hands to her front. She spread the two pieces of skin apart. Unconsciously, Max pulled his head back. With the skin separated his friend's privates reminded him of a documentary about lions. In particular, the part where they brought down a gazelle.
"Okay, would you like to get dressed?" Max said standing.
"Um, can I see you get hard first? Or does that just happen?" Rose asked.
Max really didn't want to and if it had been a different girl. he probably would have said no. It was Rose, though, so he brought his hand to it and tried. It took a while. Thankfully she didn't ask for anything more and they both dressed quickly. He asked if she still wanted to play house and she did. It was fun. It was a game he liked. It was more complicated than being a Space Marine and pretending to blow away aliens, that was fun too, but so was playing house.
It wasn't until she left that he really thought about what he had seen. Rose was pretty and he liked her a lot. However, her private bits where at best boring and well he didn't want to use the word disgusting. When he had been with Taylor or Jackson, it had been exciting and fun. Maybe because he knew what boys had down there, he had sort of wanted to know how different they were from him. Maybe now knowing what Rose had down there, maybe the next time it would be better? No, he was pretty sure he would be happy to never see that again
End of chapter 8.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
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<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 8</span></b><span></span></p><p><span>Max's eyes opened slowly, and he blinked
several times before he could focus on the wall in front of him. Tilting his
head downward, Max spotted Taylor on his brother's bed. His friend was sitting
up on his knees, above the cover, with a book in his hands. For a long time, he
just laid there staring at his friend, taking him in. His eyes wandered from
his bare feet to his face until he noticed that the book was one of his. He
began to feel a smile tug at his lips and then his friend looked over and
noticed he was awake. Max gave a little smile as he sat up in bed and ask,
"How long have you been awake? "<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor shrugged, "About a half an hour.
Other people are awake, but well, I wasn't sure what to do."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max was able to hide his amusement
successfully. "You could have had breakfast. I'm hungry, are you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor agreed and still in their pajamas they
headed downstairs. Max was used to the noise and the general chaos in the
morning with breakfast. During school days, just about everyone ate together,
but weekends were a bit more casual which somehow resulted in more chaos. His
mom made them waffles and Taylor tried to be more polite this time, but that
was probably lost in the sound of that least three different conversations.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Taylor seemed a bit overwhelmed by all the
commotion and quickly slipped back upstairs after finishing his breakfast. Max
was slower partly because his Aunt Stephanie drew him into a conversation with
her boyfriend. He was only a few minutes behind Taylor but when he got back to
his room, he found his friend already dressed. He felt a little disappointed by
that and a little self-conscious as he changed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Going back downstairs they played with Cosmos
for a bit and then ARK. Time flew by and before he knew it Taylor's dad was
there to pick him up. He wished his friend could stay a bit longer, but they
said their goodbyes and once he was gone Max turned off his computer. Max went
outside, followed by Cosmos. His furry friend was more interested in finding a
good spot in the sun to sleep. He decided to kick a soccer ball around. Sports
were not his thing, but it didn't hurt to mess around.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Ramona came into the backyard through the back
entrance. She smiled at him and he smiled back. "Forgot your key?"
Max asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I wasn't really planning on having
a sleepover last night." She replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I'm glad you made up." Max said
trying to balance the soccer ball on his foot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"What do you know about that?"
Ramona asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Her tone was so sharp that Max flinched, and
the ball rolled away. "Um, I don't know." Max said trying to figure
out what he should say. "Jackson said you had a fight with Popko."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Did he say about what?" She asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max knew better than to answer honestly.
"He said it was boyfriend girlfriend stuff." Max patted himself on
the back for not really lying.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Ramona relaxed a bit. "Yeah,
relationships stuff. So how was your sleepover? I'm guessing it's over."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"It was fun. What do you like about Popko
anyway?" Max asked slightly curious.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Ramona laughed a little. "That's a good
question." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max just smiled and waited, expecting an
answer. Ramona finally just shrugged. "He's cute, he's popular and I
really don't know."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The way Ramona said that made Max wonder if
she had ever thought about it before. "That doesn't seem like it's a good
reason."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Well we do talk about stuff and you know
it's fun to have someone to do stuff with." Ramona answered. "It's
just kind of hard to explain."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max thought for a moment. "You and
Jackson talk about stuff and do stuff together. Why didn't you want him as a
boyfriend?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Well, first I just don't think of
Jackson that way. Plus, he's dating my friend and it's just complicated."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max was confused, but then a thought he
couldn't share with her entered his mind. Was this complicated stuff all about
making out and kissing and all that? Ramona had said he was cute. Was that
really the only difference between a friend and a boy or girl friend?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Max?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max pulled himself out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Are you okay? You had a weird look on
your face."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I'm just trying to figure it out."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Ramona shook her head. "Max, sometimes
I'm not even sure if I understand it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled and that was the end of the
conversation. Unfortunately, Max's thoughts were not so easy to stop. What was
the difference between a friend and a girlfriend? Max considered just about
everyone in his classroom as his friend. However, he only ever hung out with a
few of them outside of class and all of those were boys. So, what about Rose?
He did like her, he liked spending time with her, and they talked about stuff.
He liked that a lot because there were just some things you couldn't talk about
with his other friends. He had kissed her at the New Year's Eve party, but he
was supposed too. He had kind of wanted to, but they hadn't done it since. Were
they boyfriend and girlfriend? He had never really thought about it. Rose was a
girl and his friend, but did that mean girlfriend?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Unfortunately, Max wasn't the type of kid who
could put a problem aside. Like a convenient scab, he couldn't help but to pick
at it. By the time lunch rolled around he was trying to develop an idea. He
asked his mom if he could invite Rose over for a few hours. There was a little
negotiation involved since he just had Taylor over, but his Aunt Stephanie help
them out and once the meal was done the call was made and she was on her way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>When the knock on the door came Max jumped out
of his chair and ran to the door not really realizing how much he just looked
like Jackson from the night before. He opened the door with a big smile.
"Hello Rose."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Hello, boyfriend," Rose said coming
inside. "Thanks for inviting me over."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"It's always nice seeing you. So how have
you been?" Max said closing the door behind them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>They spent about twenty minutes just talking.
Mostly just catching up since the last time they saw each other. During a lull
in the conversation Max made his move. "Do you want to go play in my room
to play?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Sure, what would you like to play?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"We can figure it out when we are up
there." Max started to feel butterflies running around in his stomach and
he rubbed his hands against his pants feeling like they were wet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The first snag in Max's plan came when they
walked into his room and saw Jackson sitting by his desk on his phone.
"Out." Max said pointing towards the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Jackson looked up from his phone, "You're
kicking me out of my room?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yep, this is reverse d�j� vu the
sensation of something you have done to me before."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Rose chuckled and even Jackson smiled at that
comment. "You know, I think I'll go before I become the family dog or
something. Enjoy playing house." Jackson said looking down at his phone as
he walked out of the room.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"We could play that." Rose
suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max walked over to the door and closed it.
"Maybe later. I was wondering if I could ask you for a big favor."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Anything Max. What is it?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Well, there is this anatomy book at my
school. It's in our library. It shows all our insides and stuff like that. I
know boys and girls are different in the private area, but I was wondering if I
could see." Max felt his face start to blush. It was weird, he hadn't felt
like this when it was Taylor or Jackson. Not this embarrassed and there was no
excitement. It was sort of curious.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Rose looked away and Max quickly added.
"You can see me too."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>That caught her attention. "You just want
to look, no touch?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No touch," Max agreed. "I'll
even put my hands behind my back."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>She slowly moved her head from side to side.
Max knew her well enough to know she was considering her options. "All
right, but we have to do it together. At the same time."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max had already thought it out. "We could
both strip down to our underwear, and then pull down on 3."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"You thought about this." Rose said
with a slight smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max smiled a little, "I like to think
things through."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I like that about you." She tilted
her head towards the door. "Does that have a lock?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, but everybody knocks before they
come in."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Lock it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max locked the door and when he came back,
they started. They agreed to undress down at their own pace. Max was a lot
quicker, he had his socks, shirt, and pants off in under thirty seconds. She
started to pull her shorts down and made him turn around. That was a bit weird,
but he did it anyway. When she said he could turn back around he did it so fast
that he nearly tripped over his own feet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>His first impression was that her underwear
was weird. Not just because it was My Little Pony, it just looked different.
there was no flap like he had but that made sense. The anatomy book thing had
not lied, he had looked at it. The drawings were kind of vague and all of the
insides.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Thor, he's kind of my favorite."
Rose said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max didn't understand at first until he looked
down and saw that was who he was wearing. "I like him, but I think I like Iron
Man more. That's Rainbow Dash, right?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, she's not my favorite, but I like
her." They were both silent for several seconds before Rose suggested,
"I can count down." Max agreed, hooking his thumbs into his
waistband. When she said three, they both push them down.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max wasn't sure what he thought. Her underwear
slid down to her ankles so he could see, but there just wasn't that much. He
remembered he was supposed to put his hands behind his back, and he did as he
wiggled his underwear down so he could step out of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Can I get closer?" Max finally
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, but no touching." Rose
reminded him stepping a half a step closer to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Even with a closer look, there didn't seem to
be much to look at. He had to kneel to get a better look, but it just looked
like folds of skin. "Does it do anything?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"What?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max leaned back and bringing one of his hands
forward pointed towards his thing. "This gets hard and it sort of sticks
out sometimes."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>She shook her head. "No, I can show you
the inside, I guess."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max nodded and watched as she slightly spread
her legs and brought both hands to her front. She spread the two pieces of skin
apart. Unconsciously, Max pulled his head back. With the skin separated his
friend's privates reminded him of a documentary about lions. In particular, the
part where they brought down a gazelle.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, would you like to get
dressed?" Max said standing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Um, can I see you get hard first? Or
does that just happen?" Rose asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Max really didn't want to and if it had been a
different girl. he probably would have said no. It was Rose, though, so he
brought his hand to it and tried. It took a while. Thankfully she didn't ask
for anything more and they both dressed quickly. He asked if she still wanted
to play house and she did. It was fun. It was a game he liked. It was more
complicated than being a Space Marine and pretending to blow away aliens, that
was fun too, but so was playing house.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>It wasn't until she left that he really thought
about what he had seen. Rose was pretty and he liked her a lot. However, her
private bits where at best boring and well he didn't want to use the word
disgusting. When he had been with Taylor or Jackson, it had been exciting and
fun. Maybe because he knew what boys had down there, he had sort of wanted to
know how different they were from him. Maybe now knowing what Rose had down
there, maybe the next time it would be better? No, he was pretty sure he would
be happy to never see that again<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/max-fullers-maze/max-fullers-maze-4 | Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2019 03:59:03 -0700 From: sam no Subject: Max Fuller's maze chapter 4 Chapter 4 "A little to the right, a little more and there you go." Max said, jumping into the air when the last piece fell into place. As he turned to see Taylor's reaction he heard a smattering of applause. Max had been so concentrated on giving instructions to that neither them hadn't noticed a little crowd gather around them. A little embarrassed, he quickly moved to Taylor side just as his friend's father step forward. "Good job son, it looks just like the diagram." Taylor's dad said placing a hand on his son's shoulder. Max looked away back at the machine. They were at the Children's Museum, so the whole of the machine was see-through, you could see all the gears working inside. That wasn't what the machine was for though. There was a bunch of blocks that you were supposed to move into positions so you could make designs with a claw arm. There was a series of suggested designs ranging in difficulty to build. The two of them had just completed the castle, which was the most difficult and something Max always had failed at before. Without saying a word, he reached out and pressed the reset button which caused the platform the castle rested on to shake flying apart. "Hey, my dad didn't take a picture yet." Taylor said. Max shrugged his apology. He had been looking forward to going to the children's museum with his friend, but it was different than the last time he was here. Max's family had gone here a lot usually 3 or 4 times a year. He had been here even since his father died, but seeing the constant praise Taylor's dad heaped on him, well it was getting to him. "I want to go through the human body," Max announced. Not waiting for a response, he made his way over to the largest exhibit. He felt a little satisfied when he heard Taylor shout to wait up. The human body exhibit was essentially a large maze meant to show the circular system. It was too big for adults. He was already making his way to the heart where everything branched off from. "Max, wait." Taylor said grabbing ahold of his hand. "We have to stick together." Max gave Taylor a look. "Yeah sure." "Are you angry?" "No." Max answered. "You seem like it." Taylor counter. When Max didn't say anything he added, "Dad says we need to go when we finish this up." Max just shrugged his shoulders and started walking. Taylor followed after him not saying anything until they got to the heart. "I say we hit the kidneys first." "Whatever, you're the boss." Max said. "Okay, so you're just gonna say you're not angry at me and just be angry," Taylor said crossing his arms. "I thought we were having a good time." Max looked at his friend and felt a little guilty. It wasn't really his fault. He wasn't even sure why he was getting annoyed by it. "Your dad's amazed by everything you do. I helped you with that castle." Taylor still there for a moment under the red filtered light. "Well, yeah you did. Is that what you're angry about?" Max just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. " Taylor stared at him a bit longer. "Are you missing your dad?" The question surprised Max if only because it fit. "I think, maybe." "I'm sorry. You can pick where we go." Hearing some more kids coming towards then, he headed towards the first exit which went to the kidneys. Taylor followed behind him. Now and then they were little things you could read on the wall, but Max didn't bother reading any of them. It's not like this was the first time he was here. "I don't remember my mom." Taylor whispered. Max glanced over his shoulder. He knows Taylor didn't have a mother. "You don't remember anything?" "No, I was a baby when she died. I've seen pictures but that's it. It's just always been the two of us." "Does he date?" "On and off. I think he had someone for a while. I never met her, they were going for a while, though. Not anymore, though." Max Stayed silent until they reach the kidneys and they both stopped to look at the large foam things That were supposed to represent the kidneys. "My mom's dating someone, he is nice." "That's good." For a while, they stared at the kidney plaque, but Max wasn't reading it. Max had never actually realized how much alike he was to Taylor. They were both good at school and had a love of dinosaurs that went a bit beyond any of their friends. They both only had one parent, but at least Max had his brothers. Jackson was the best, and even though Tommy's greatest joy in life was pooping, he still loved his little brother. Then there was everyone else, his aunt Stephanie and Kimmy, Ramona and even the one who wasn't supposed to be living there. He remembered his boring summer where all of his families seem to be away. Was that what it was it like for Taylor, only all the time? "Taylor," Max grabbed a hold of his friend's hand. "I want to show you something. My brother showed me and I guarantee it is not something you know." "What?" "Just follow my lead. It's awesome." Max said pulling on Tyler's hand. Tyler decided not to complain at least after his first few questions went on answered. As they left the maze that was the human body, Max dropped his friend's hand. Tyler's father was sitting on a bench but before he could say anything Max announced. "We need the bathroom." Tyler's father look confused as the two boys race passed him. The museum had a few bathrooms spread out throughout the facility. Max made a beeline for the closest. The door was closed, but the green tab said it was unoccupied. Opening the door, Max stepped inside while Taylor was trailing behind a little reluctantly. The bathroom was fairly simple, a toilet, changing station and sink but it was more than big enough for two small boys. Max closed the door and locked it before turning to Taylor who had almost the same exact expression as his father had had when they blew by him. Max's initial idea that this was a good idea was starting to recede a bit as butterfly started flying around in his stomach. He persevered well. "Does your thing ever get hard?" Taylor eyes wide at the question and for once the one that always seems confident look down. "No." "Well, mine used too. I always thought it was just annoying, but my brother showed me something that you can do with it, and it's really fun. Want me to show you?" Taylor was giving him a look, head slightly cocked, eyes narrowed. Max saw the situation from his friend's eyes, suddenly dragged into a bathroom and asked about his penis. He felt his face start to warm. "Are you serious?" Taylor ventured. "Yeah, but never mind. It sounded like a good idea, but I guess it's not." "No," Taylor said. Max nodded and was about to step around Taylor to open the door when his friend stop him. "No, show me." It took Max a second to realized Taylor was asking him to show him and for some reason, it sent a little twinge of excitement through him. "Okay." They both moved a little further away from the door instinctively wanting to put a little distance between them in the crowd outside. Max had to glance at the lock on the door, just to make sure it was secured. Then they stood there for a moment neither of them moving before Max decided to make the first move. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled them down and spread his knees a bit so his pants wouldn't fall all the way down. Taylor followed likewise. Then they both laughed nervously as they realized they were wearing almost identical Iron Man underwear. Max tucked his fingers under his underwear waistband and pulled it down, revealing himself. Taylor seemed to hesitate, but his eyes were fixed on Max who must have liked the attention because he was feeling himself become hard without having to touch it. Max noticed that Taylor was growing likewise with the little cloth poking out a little. Max was about to say something Tyler seemed to remember and pulled his underwear down. Max was a little confused by the sight. Taylor looked different. His thing was a little smaller, but Max was taller than him anyway, so that seems right. However, there was just more of it. Where his tip was exposed Taylor seemed a bit more covered. Max stared at it, like Taylor stared at his. In fact, he had trouble taking his eyes off of it even as his started to become harder. "Now what?" Taylor said in a voice so quiet, Max could barely hear him. "Oh, you do this," Max said, showing what to do with his hand. Taylor watched for a moment and then followed the example. Together their two hands moved up and down wordlessly, going slow at first and gradually increasing the speed. Max watch fascinated as Taylor skin would go up and over his tip and then recede again when he pulled his hand back down. It made him feel something, something different than before. He felt the sensation start to build when Taylor suddenly let out a little grunt and feeling a little shocked. Max knew what happened and almost immediately, the sensation washed over him and for a brief second the two boys shared a moment of a twin orgasm, even if it was only by proximity. It took them both a second or two to recover and then started to pull their pants up. As Max finish pulling his pants up he asked. "Did you like it?" Taylor grand. "It was awesome." Taylor went to the sink to wash his hands and without thinking, Max followed suit. As soon as they left the bathroom they almost ran right into Taylor's dad. "Boys, is everything alright? You ran out of there." Max knew his face felt a little warm when he stepped out of the bathroom, but that blush was coming back now, and he realized he had no idea how to explain his actions. Taylor saved him. "Dad, there was something in there that was sticky and I don't think it was part of the exhibit." "Oh," Taylor's dad said, "Maybe I should tell someone." "Yeah, I think we got most of it with our hands." Taylor tried to explain, but his father was already waving down one of the employees. After that, they had to go, and Taylor and Max sat in the back of the car talking about the museum all the way to Max's house. Just as Tyler's dad was parking the car, Max remembered something. "My mom wanted to talk to you about that server. She had a few questions I couldn't answer, can you call her sometime about it." "Um, sure. I'll call her later tonight." Max said his goodbyes and Taylor's dad waited until he was in the house to start to pull away. As soon as Max closed the front door, his mom, Aunt Stephanie, and Kimmy all came out of the kitchen covered in paint. Max vaguely remembered that they were going to try to paint a piece of furniture. Given the fact that they were all talking or shouting at each other he guessed it hadn't gone well. "I don't want to know," Max said shaking his head and heading upstairs. As Max walked into his room, he found another surprising sight. Jackson was laying on the floor his arm covering his eyes. "What's your problem?" "I ask Lola to that party...She said yes." Jackson moaned. "Um...isn't that a good thing?" Max question. "No," Jackson whined. Max let out a small sight. You thought he would be able to avoid this after his disappointing report to the girls. "Alright," Max went and closed the bedroom door. Why is that a problem?" | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2019 03:59:03 -0700
From: sam no <[email protected]>
Subject: Max Fuller's maze chapter 4
Chapter 4
"A little to the right, a little more and there you go." Max said, jumping
into the air when the last piece fell into place. As he turned to see
Taylor's reaction he heard a smattering of applause. Max had been so
concentrated on giving instructions to that neither them hadn't noticed a
little crowd gather around them. A little embarrassed, he quickly moved to
Taylor side just as his friend's father step forward.
"Good job son, it looks just like the diagram." Taylor's dad said placing a
hand on his son's shoulder.
Max looked away back at the machine. They were at the Children's Museum, so
the whole of the machine was see-through, you could see all the gears
working inside. That wasn't what the machine was for though. There was a
bunch of blocks that you were supposed to move into positions so you could
make designs with a claw arm. There was a series of suggested designs
ranging in difficulty to build. The two of them had just completed the
castle, which was the most difficult and something Max always had failed at
before. Without saying a word, he reached out and pressed the reset button
which caused the platform the castle rested on to shake flying apart.
"Hey, my dad didn't take a picture yet." Taylor said.
Max shrugged his apology. He had been looking forward to going to the
children's museum with his friend, but it was different than the last time
he was here. Max's family had gone here a lot usually 3 or 4 times a
year. He had been here even since his father died, but seeing the constant
praise Taylor's dad heaped on him, well it was getting to him.
"I want to go through the human body," Max announced. Not waiting for a
response, he made his way over to the largest exhibit. He felt a little
satisfied when he heard Taylor shout to wait up.
The human body exhibit was essentially a large maze meant to show the
circular system. It was too big for adults. He was already making his way
to the heart where everything branched off from.
"Max, wait." Taylor said grabbing ahold of his hand. "We have to stick
together."
Max gave Taylor a look. "Yeah sure."
"Are you angry?"
"No." Max answered.
"You seem like it." Taylor counter. When Max didn't say anything he added,
"Dad says we need to go when we finish this up."
Max just shrugged his shoulders and started walking. Taylor followed after
him not saying anything until they got to the heart. "I say we hit the
kidneys first."
"Whatever, you're the boss." Max said.
"Okay, so you're just gonna say you're not angry at me and just be angry,"
Taylor said crossing his arms. "I thought we were having a good time."
Max looked at his friend and felt a little guilty. It wasn't really his
fault. He wasn't even sure why he was getting annoyed by it. "Your dad's
amazed by everything you do. I helped you with that castle."
Taylor still there for a moment under the red filtered light. "Well, yeah
you did. Is that what you're angry about?"
Max just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. "
Taylor stared at him a bit longer. "Are you missing your dad?"
The question surprised Max if only because it fit. "I think, maybe."
"I'm sorry. You can pick where we go."
Hearing some more kids coming towards then, he headed towards the first
exit which went to the kidneys. Taylor followed behind him. Now and then
they were little things you could read on the wall, but Max didn't bother
reading any of them. It's not like this was the first time he was here.
"I don't remember my mom." Taylor whispered.
Max glanced over his shoulder. He knows Taylor didn't have a mother. "You
don't remember anything?"
"No, I was a baby when she died. I've seen pictures but that's it. It's
just always been the two of us."
"Does he date?"
"On and off. I think he had someone for a while. I never met her, they were
going for a while, though. Not anymore, though."
Max Stayed silent until they reach the kidneys and they both stopped to
look at the large foam things That were supposed to represent the
kidneys. "My mom's dating someone, he is nice."
"That's good."
For a while, they stared at the kidney plaque, but Max wasn't reading
it. Max had never actually realized how much alike he was to Taylor. They
were both good at school and had a love of dinosaurs that went a bit beyond
any of their friends. They both only had one parent, but at least Max had
his brothers. Jackson was the best, and even though Tommy's greatest joy in
life was pooping, he still loved his little brother. Then there was
everyone else, his aunt Stephanie and Kimmy, Ramona and even the one who
wasn't supposed to be living there. He remembered his boring summer where
all of his families seem to be away. Was that what it was it like for
Taylor, only all the time?
"Taylor," Max grabbed a hold of his friend's hand. "I want to show you
something. My brother showed me and I guarantee it is not something you
know."
"What?"
"Just follow my lead. It's awesome." Max said pulling on Tyler's
hand. Tyler decided not to complain at least after his first few questions
went on answered. As they left the maze that was the human body, Max
dropped his friend's hand. Tyler's father was sitting on a bench but before
he could say anything Max announced. "We need the bathroom."
Tyler's father look confused as the two boys race passed him.
The museum had a few bathrooms spread out throughout the facility. Max made
a beeline for the closest. The door was closed, but the green tab said it
was unoccupied. Opening the door, Max stepped inside while Taylor was
trailing behind a little reluctantly. The bathroom was fairly simple, a
toilet, changing station and sink but it was more than big enough for two
small boys. Max closed the door and locked it before turning to Taylor who
had almost the same exact expression as his father had had when they blew
by him.
Max's initial idea that this was a good idea was starting to recede a bit
as butterfly started flying around in his stomach. He persevered
well. "Does your thing ever get hard?"
Taylor eyes wide at the question and for once the one that always seems
confident look down. "No."
"Well, mine used too. I always thought it was just annoying, but my brother
showed me something that you can do with it, and it's really fun. Want me
to show you?"
Taylor was giving him a look, head slightly cocked, eyes narrowed. Max saw
the situation from his friend's eyes, suddenly dragged into a bathroom and
asked about his penis. He felt his face start to warm.
"Are you serious?" Taylor ventured.
"Yeah, but never mind. It sounded like a good idea, but I guess it's not."
"No," Taylor said. Max nodded and was about to step around Taylor to open
the door when his friend stop him. "No, show me."
It took Max a second to realized Taylor was asking him to show him and for
some reason, it sent a little twinge of excitement through him. "Okay."
They both moved a little further away from the door instinctively wanting
to put a little distance between them in the crowd outside. Max had to
glance at the lock on the door, just to make sure it was secured. Then they
stood there for a moment neither of them moving before Max decided to make
the first move. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled them down and spread his
knees a bit so his pants wouldn't fall all the way down. Taylor followed
likewise. Then they both laughed nervously as they realized they were
wearing almost identical Iron Man underwear.
Max tucked his fingers under his underwear waistband and pulled it down,
revealing himself. Taylor seemed to hesitate, but his eyes were fixed on
Max who must have liked the attention because he was feeling himself become
hard without having to touch it. Max noticed that Taylor was growing
likewise with the little cloth poking out a little. Max was about to say
something Tyler seemed to remember and pulled his underwear down.
Max was a little confused by the sight. Taylor looked different. His thing
was a little smaller, but Max was taller than him anyway, so that seems
right. However, there was just more of it. Where his tip was exposed Taylor
seemed a bit more covered. Max stared at it, like Taylor stared at his. In
fact, he had trouble taking his eyes off of it even as his started to
become harder.
"Now what?" Taylor said in a voice so quiet, Max could barely hear him.
"Oh, you do this," Max said, showing what to do with his hand. Taylor
watched for a moment and then followed the example. Together their two
hands moved up and down wordlessly, going slow at first and gradually
increasing the speed. Max watch fascinated as Taylor skin would go up and
over his tip and then recede again when he pulled his hand back down. It
made him feel something, something different than before. He felt the
sensation start to build when Taylor suddenly let out a little grunt and
feeling a little shocked.
Max knew what happened and almost immediately, the sensation washed over
him and for a brief second the two boys shared a moment of a twin orgasm,
even if it was only by proximity. It took them both a second or two to
recover and then started to pull their pants up.
As Max finish pulling his pants up he asked. "Did you like it?"
Taylor grand. "It was awesome."
Taylor went to the sink to wash his hands and without thinking, Max
followed suit. As soon as they left the bathroom they almost ran right into
Taylor's dad.
"Boys, is everything alright? You ran out of there."
Max knew his face felt a little warm when he stepped out of the bathroom,
but that blush was coming back now, and he realized he had no idea how to
explain his actions. Taylor saved him.
"Dad, there was something in there that was sticky and I don't think it was
part of the exhibit."
"Oh," Taylor's dad said, "Maybe I should tell someone."
"Yeah, I think we got most of it with our hands." Taylor tried to explain,
but his father was already waving down one of the employees.
After that, they had to go, and Taylor and Max sat in the back of the car
talking about the museum all the way to Max's house. Just as Tyler's dad
was parking the car, Max remembered something.
"My mom wanted to talk to you about that server. She had a few questions I
couldn't answer, can you call her sometime about it."
"Um, sure. I'll call her later tonight."
Max said his goodbyes and Taylor's dad waited until he was in the house to
start to pull away. As soon as Max closed the front door, his mom, Aunt
Stephanie, and Kimmy all came out of the kitchen covered in paint. Max
vaguely remembered that they were going to try to paint a piece of
furniture. Given the fact that they were all talking or shouting at each
other he guessed it hadn't gone well. "I don't want to know," Max said
shaking his head and heading upstairs.
As Max walked into his room, he found another surprising sight. Jackson was
laying on the floor his arm covering his eyes. "What's your problem?"
"I ask Lola to that party...She said yes." Jackson moaned.
"Um...isn't that a good thing?" Max question.
"No," Jackson whined.
Max let out a small sight. You thought he would be able to avoid this after
his disappointing report to the girls. "Alright," Max went and closed the
bedroom door. Why is that a problem?"
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Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 5Max sat on his bed, legs crossed, doodling on a sketch pad. He had listened to his brother who was still laying on the floor. "I see, I see," Max said after his brother stopped talking. "You didn't want to ask her, but because Popko asked Ramona, you felt obligated."
"Basically," Jackson said taking his arm off his eyes and looking up at his brother. "Are you taking notes on what I'm saying?"
"What? No, it's a flipbook see?" Max said flipping the notebook around and showing a crude drawing of a chicken hatching. "It just sounds like you caved into peer pressure to me. Didn't you pay any attention to those assemblies when you were my age?"
Jackson rose from the floor and brushed himself off. "Thanks, you are no help."
Max jumped off the bed and ran in front of his brother to stop him from leaving. "I'm sorry. I just don't really understand. I mean it's just a party. I've been to dozens."
Jackson let out a little breath. "It's not just a party. It's a make out party."
"Yeah, but is that all you're going to do there?" Max asked, spreading his arms. "I mean like, is that it?"
Jackson opened his mouth and then shut it. "I don't know. It's not like they cover this stuff in class. You know, something useful for a change."
Max thought for a second and then perked up. "Have you tried looking it up?"
"I'm pretty sure it's more complicated than just looking something up."
"It's a start," Max said jumping back on his bed and grabbing his tablet from where it was charging. Opening Google, he typed in how do you make out, and sure enough, there were several responses. The first one was a Wiki. "See, 15 easy steps."
Jackson took the tablet from Max's hand and started reading. "Yeah, 15 easy steps."
"Sarcasm?" Max asked.
"Do I need to hold up a sign? I have a hard-enough trouble with PEMDAS."
"I don't know what that is, but practice makes perfect." Max said, proud of himself.
"I'm pretty sure my girlfriend would object to me practicing on another girl."
Max thought for a second and moved over to sit next to his brother. "How about your brother?"
Jackson let out a laugh. "You want me to practice making out, with you?"
"Well, it's me or nothing. I'm just trying to be nice."
Max was half serious; he was more curious than anything else. Seeing he wasn't going to get anywhere, he started hopping off the bed when his brother placed a hand on his forearm. "Read this and tell me if you still want too."
Max took the tablet back in his hand and read through the 15 Steps and questions. It was kind of like long division. Just one step after another and eventually you reach your goal. Of course, the final step was leaving them wanting more, which was something he was pretty sure his uncle Joey had said about performing. Still, it seemed nice, and Max did want to help his brother.
"Step one, make eye contact." Max said putting the tablet down.
For what seems like a long moment, the brothers just stared at each other. Max was easily a head shorter than his older brother, and under different circumstances, it might have been intimidating staring up at someone who was so close. Still, this was his brother, and Max felt comfortable being this close. Jackson was a pretty good big brother. Some of his friends who had brothers or sisters always said how bad they were, teasing them and everything, but Jackson didn't do that. He wasn't perfect in Max's eyes, but he did love him.
If asked, neither of the brothers would be quite sure who started to move closer to the other first. It was a slow process, but soon their lips were touching. Max slowly opened his lips and as soon as they touched Jackson's, he felt his brother's tongue come out and touched the tip of his. That felt a bit weird, but when Jackson's tongue started to enter Max's mouth that felt weird, and Max pulled back.
"That's not comfortable. Your tongue is too big."
"Sorry. Do you want to stop?" Jackson said breathlessly.
"No, just keep your tongue in your mouth, and I'll put mine in." Max said, not thinking as his one arm reached up to place his hand on the back of Jackson's neck. He felt Jackson's hand go to his side while their free hands touched, and their fingers intertwined.
After a bit longer, Max remembered another step and broke the kiss, slowly turning his head. He allowed his brother to kiss his cheek. Max felt a giggle come out and he pulled away letting his brother follow him down. Max hadn't realized that he was laying down on the bed until his brother was almost on top of him. At some point, Max wasn't sure when he realized he had become hard. Max squirmed a little away, so Jackson was more at his side, and that was when he felt his brother's erection pressing against his side. Giving his brother a few more kisses, just little pecks, before turning his head away. Jackson wanted a break and for a time all that could be heard in the room was deep breathing.
"I'm glad I read that article." Jackson said, sitting a bit further up on the bed. "I think I wanted a break, but I would have been afraid if it wasn't for that article."
Max chuckled. "I think it said to keep talk romantic."
"Yeah, but this is just practice, and I have nothing romantic to say to you."
Max gave his brother a playful jab in the ribs. "I don't think most little brothers would do this for their big brother."
"Most little brothers aren't as great as you are." Jackson said.
Max smiled and moved his head closer to Jackson. "I don't think most brothers are as awesome as you." He went in for a kiss, aiming for his brother's chin. They went back to kissing, their lips pressing against each other, sometimes placing a kiss on the other cheek or neck. Somehow Max got on top of his brother, his hard-on pressing into Jackson's stomach. They tried a few more things. Jackson gave Max a wet kiss and blew on it, which Max liked. Then Jackson gave Max a little nibble which he didn't like. Max's little revenge nibble met with a better reaction from Jackson, but Max didn't like doing it, even with gentle encouragement from his partner. One thing the brothers could agree on was they both liked having a finger trace the outside of their hair. That feeling gave Max a shudder while Jackson just let out a sharp breath and smiled.
Their make out session didn't stop as much as it's just slow down until they weren't doing it anymore. They were both on their back, Max's legs intertwined with Jackson's and their sides touching. Jackson's arm was still around Max, and it felt like a hug to him.
"That was fun." Max finally ventured.
"A little weird at first but I liked it. I'm kind of looking forward to that party now." Jackson said pulling Max a little closer to him.
"That thing didn't say anything about getting hard," Max complained. "You think we did something wrong?"
"No Max, that's just something that happens to boys," Jackson said chuckling. "If it had mentioned it in google, Mom's software stuff would have probably blocked it!"
Max had a run-in to his mom's parenting software from time to time, usually while trying to go on something like a free game website, but now he was wondering what he might be missing. Making out had been fun, just like everything else Jackson had told him about. It seemed stupid to keep it a secret. Somehow, he felt a little guilty just doing stuff he knew he wasn't supposed to be doing, but that also kind of made it more exciting too. It was confusing when he tried to think about it too much.
"How was the museum?" Jackson asked.
"It was okay." Max didn't want to talk about missing their dad right now. Right now, he was just happy and content to just laying here with his brother.
"There was this one thing. I showed Taylor how to get hard and what to do about it." Max could feel himself grinning as he told his little secret.
"What? Where?"
There was something in Jackson's voice that made Max hesitate. For some reason, he thought he'd done something wrong.
"We went into one of the bathrooms I locked the door and showed him." Max waited a second then added, "Did I do something wrong?"
Jackson was silent for what felt like minutes before he answered. "No, just be careful when you do stuff like that. When I was around your age, I did a few things with my friends, but you just must keep it a secret. Kind of like how neither of us are going to tell Mom I'm going to a make out party."
Max nodded. He has guessed that stuff was private but not in a bad way. He was more interested in something else his brother had mentioned. "What did you do with your friends at my age?"
"Nothing much. Mostly I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Jackson hesitated and then added in an embarrassing tone, "At one of my friend's place we did sword fights a few times."
"Sword fight?" Max somehow imagined it didn't involve sticks.
Jackson freed his arm from around Max and held up two fingers on opposite hands, banging them together like little swords. "I can't believe we used to do that. " Jackson let out a laugh. "I can't believe I just told you we used to do that."
Max joined in with the laughter, and that broke the spell the two of them were under. Jackson remembered he hadn't checked his phone in forever and Max remembered he had some homework. He did most of it quickly. When it came to the harder questions, he could not answer fully. It asked if they could list any country where they had relatives. Max remembered he had some relatives in Greece but wasn't sure if there was any anywhere else. He thought about just leaving the question answered as Greece, but his conscience was getting the better of him.
Heading downstairs, he consciously approached the kitchen, wanted to make sure that his mother and Aunt had stopped arguing about whatever before venturing inside. His mom was preparing dinner while the others were helping. He waited a second before speaking up. "I have a quick homework question."
"What is it?" His mom asked still cutting up vegetables.
"The question is if we had any relatives living outside of the United States. I said Greece, but I wasn't sure if I should add any other countries."
"Well, if you were talking about where you might have picked up a potential uncle, I might have to get a map out." Stephanie said which cause everyone else to laugh except for Max, who just stood there impatiently.
"The only place I can say for certain would be the United Kingdom and Ireland. That's on your father's side." DJ said giving her sister a look. "Unless it's your uncle or your grandfather. It's hard to stay in contact with the rest of the family. Reminds me I really should try to call Michelle; I haven't heard from her in ages."
Max put the piece of paper on the refrigerator so he could write the two additional answers. "We should visit them sometime."
"That would be a very expensive episode in our lives, Max. Now before you run off, I have a question for you. I talked to Tayler's dad about the game thing, the one with the dinosaurs. I'm okay with you playing it with Taylor and his dad. He says you'll be able to play with Taylor tomorrow." She raised her hand just as Max was about to shout with joy. "Now, I was wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover tomorrow with Taylor. That way he can help you with anything if you're having trouble at first. Jackson will be out tomorrow at that party so I figured that would be fun for you to have a friend over."
"Yes! Yes, mom, that would be great!" Max said hopping up and down. Life could be so awesome.
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End of chapter 5.
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and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 5</span></b><span></span>Max
sat on his bed, legs crossed, doodling on a sketch pad. He had listened
to his brother who was still laying on the floor. "I see, I see," Max
said after his brother stopped talking. "You didn't want to ask her,
but because Popko asked Ramona, you felt obligated."</p><p>"Basically," Jackson said taking his arm off his eyes and looking up at his brother. "Are you taking notes on what I'm saying?"</p><p>"What?
No, it's a flipbook see?" Max said flipping the notebook around and
showing a crude drawing of a chicken hatching. "It just sounds like you
caved into peer pressure to me. Didn't you pay any attention to those
assemblies when you were my age?"</p><p>Jackson rose from the floor and brushed himself off. "Thanks, you are no help."</p><p>Max
jumped off the bed and ran in front of his brother to stop him from
leaving. "I'm sorry. I just don't really understand. I mean it's just a
party. I've been to dozens."</p><p>Jackson let out a little breath. "It's not just a party. It's a make out party."</p><p>"Yeah, but is that all you're going to do there?" Max asked, spreading his arms. "I mean like, is that it?"</p><p>Jackson
opened his mouth and then shut it. "I don't know. It's not like they
cover this stuff in class. You know, something useful for a change."</p><p>Max thought for a second and then perked up. "Have you tried looking it up?"</p><p>"I'm pretty sure it's more complicated than just looking something up."</p><p>"It's
a start," Max said jumping back on his bed and grabbing his tablet from
where it was charging. Opening Google, he typed in how do you make out,
and sure enough, there were several responses. The first one was a
Wiki. "See, 15 easy steps."</p><p>Jackson took the tablet from Max's hand and started reading. "Yeah, 15 easy steps."</p><p>"Sarcasm?" Max asked.</p><p>"Do I need to hold up a sign? I have a hard-enough trouble with PEMDAS."</p><p>"I don't know what that is, but practice makes perfect." Max said, proud of himself.</p><p>"I'm pretty sure my girlfriend would object to me practicing on another girl."</p><p>Max thought for a second and moved over to sit next to his brother. "How about your brother?"</p><p>Jackson let out a laugh. "You want me to practice making out, with you?"</p><p>"Well, it's me or nothing. I'm just trying to be nice."</p><p>Max
was half serious; he was more curious than anything else. Seeing he
wasn't going to get anywhere, he started hopping off the bed when his
brother placed a hand on his forearm. "Read this and tell me if you
still want too."</p><p>Max took the tablet back in his hand and read
through the 15 Steps and questions. It was kind of like long division.
Just one step after another and eventually you reach your goal. Of
course, the final step was leaving them wanting more, which was
something he was pretty sure his uncle Joey had said about performing.
Still, it seemed nice, and Max did want to help his brother.</p><p>"Step one, make eye contact." Max said putting the tablet down.</p><p>For
what seems like a long moment, the brothers just stared at each other.
Max was easily a head shorter than his older brother, and under
different circumstances, it might have been intimidating staring up at
someone who was so close. Still, this was his brother, and Max felt
comfortable being this close. Jackson was a pretty good big brother.
Some of his friends who had brothers or sisters always said how bad
they were, teasing them and everything, but Jackson didn't do that. He
wasn't perfect in Max's eyes, but he did love him.</p><p>If asked,
neither of the brothers would be quite sure who started to move closer
to the other first. It was a slow process, but soon their lips were
touching. Max slowly opened his lips and as soon as they touched
Jackson's, he felt his brother's tongue come out and touched the tip of
his. That felt a bit weird, but when Jackson's tongue started to enter
Max's mouth that felt weird, and Max pulled back.</p><p>"That's not comfortable. Your tongue is too big."</p><p>"Sorry. Do you want to stop?" Jackson said breathlessly.</p><p>"No,
just keep your tongue in your mouth, and I'll put mine in." Max said,
not thinking as his one arm reached up to place his hand on the back of
Jackson's neck. He felt Jackson's hand go to his side while their free
hands touched, and their fingers intertwined.</p><p>After a bit
longer, Max remembered another step and broke the kiss, slowly turning
his head. He allowed his brother to kiss his cheek. Max felt a giggle
come out and he pulled away letting his brother follow him down. Max
hadn't realized that he was laying down on the bed until his brother
was almost on top of him. At some point, Max wasn't sure when he
realized he had become hard. Max squirmed a little away, so Jackson was
more at his side, and that was when he felt his brother's erection
pressing against his side. Giving his brother a few more kisses, just
little pecks, before turning his head away. Jackson wanted a break and
for a time all that could be heard in the room was deep breathing.</p><p>"I'm
glad I read that article." Jackson said, sitting a bit further up on
the bed. "I think I wanted a break, but I would have been afraid if it
wasn't for that article."</p><p>Max chuckled. "I think it said to keep talk romantic."</p><p>"Yeah, but this is just practice, and I have nothing romantic to say to you."</p><p>Max gave his brother a playful jab in the ribs. "I don't think most little brothers would do this for their big brother."</p><p>"Most little brothers aren't as great as you are." Jackson said.</p><p>Max
smiled and moved his head closer to Jackson. "I don't think most
brothers are as awesome as you." He went in for a kiss, aiming for his
brother's chin. They went back to kissing, their lips pressing against
each other, sometimes placing a kiss on the other cheek or neck.
Somehow Max got on top of his brother, his hard-on pressing into
Jackson's stomach. They tried a few more things. Jackson gave Max a wet
kiss and blew on it, which Max liked. Then Jackson gave Max a little
nibble which he didn't like. Max's little revenge nibble met with a
better reaction from Jackson, but Max didn't like doing it, even with
gentle encouragement from his partner. One thing the brothers could
agree on was they both liked having a finger trace the outside of their
hair. That feeling gave Max a shudder while Jackson just let out a
sharp breath and smiled.</p><p>Their make out session didn't stop as
much as it's just slow down until they weren't doing it anymore. They
were both on their back, Max's legs intertwined with Jackson's and
their sides touching. Jackson's arm was still around Max, and it felt
like a hug to him.</p><p>"That was fun." Max finally ventured.</p><p>"A
little weird at first but I liked it. I'm kind of looking forward to
that party now." Jackson said pulling Max a little closer to him.</p><p>"That thing didn't say anything about getting hard," Max complained. "You think we did something wrong?"</p><p>"No
Max, that's just something that happens to boys," Jackson said
chuckling. "If it had mentioned it in google, Mom's software stuff
would have probably blocked it!"</p><p>Max had a run-in to his mom's
parenting software from time to time, usually while trying to go on
something like a free game website, but now he was wondering what he
might be missing. Making out had been fun, just like everything else
Jackson had told him about. It seemed stupid to keep it a secret.
Somehow, he felt a little guilty just doing stuff he knew he wasn't
supposed to be doing, but that also kind of made it more exciting too.
It was confusing when he tried to think about it too much.</p><p>"How was the museum?" Jackson asked.</p><p>"It
was okay." Max didn't want to talk about missing their dad right now.
Right now, he was just happy and content to just laying here with his
brother.</p><p>"There was this one thing. I showed Taylor how to get
hard and what to do about it." Max could feel himself grinning as he
told his little secret.</p><p>"What? Where?"</p><p>There was something in Jackson's voice that made Max hesitate. For some reason, he thought he'd done something wrong.</p><p>"We
went into one of the bathrooms I locked the door and showed him." Max
waited a second then added, "Did I do something wrong?"</p><p>Jackson
was silent for what felt like minutes before he answered. "No, just be
careful when you do stuff like that. When I was around your age, I did
a few things with my friends, but you just must keep it a secret. Kind
of like how neither of us are going to tell Mom I'm going to a make out
party."</p><p>Max nodded. He has guessed that stuff was private but
not in a bad way. He was more interested in something else his brother
had mentioned. "What did you do with your friends at my age?"</p><p>"Nothing
much. Mostly I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Jackson
hesitated and then added in an embarrassing tone, "At one of my
friend's place we did sword fights a few times."</p><p>"Sword fight?" Max somehow imagined it didn't involve sticks.</p><p>Jackson
freed his arm from around Max and held up two fingers on opposite
hands, banging them together like little swords. "I can't believe we
used to do that. " Jackson let out a laugh. "I can't believe I just
told you we used to do that."</p><p>Max joined in with the laughter,
and that broke the spell the two of them were under. Jackson remembered
he hadn't checked his phone in forever and Max remembered he had some
homework. He did most of it quickly. When it came to the harder
questions, he could not answer fully. It asked if they could list any
country where they had relatives. Max remembered he had some relatives
in Greece but wasn't sure if there was any anywhere else. He thought
about just leaving the question answered as Greece, but his conscience
was getting the better of him.</p><p>Heading downstairs, he
consciously approached the kitchen, wanted to make sure that his mother
and Aunt had stopped arguing about whatever before venturing inside.
His mom was preparing dinner while the others were helping. He waited a
second before speaking up. "I have a quick homework question."</p><p>"What is it?" His mom asked still cutting up vegetables.</p><p>"The
question is if we had any relatives living outside of the United
States. I said Greece, but I wasn't sure if I should add any other
countries."</p><p>"Well, if you were talking about where you might
have picked up a potential uncle, I might have to get a map out."
Stephanie said which cause everyone else to laugh except for Max, who
just stood there impatiently.</p><p>"The only place I can say for
certain would be the United Kingdom and Ireland. That's on your
father's side." DJ said giving her sister a look. "Unless it's your
uncle or your grandfather. It's hard to stay in contact with the rest
of the family. Reminds me I really should try to call Michelle; I
haven't heard from her in ages."</p><p>Max put the piece of paper on the refrigerator so he could write the two additional answers. "We should visit them sometime."</p><p>"That
would be a very expensive episode in our lives, Max. Now before you run
off, I have a question for you. I talked to Tayler's dad about the game
thing, the one with the dinosaurs. I'm okay with you playing it with
Taylor and his dad. He says you'll be able to play with Taylor
tomorrow." She raised her hand just as Max was about to shout with joy.
"Now, I was wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover tomorrow with
Taylor. That way he can help you with anything if you're having trouble
at first. Jackson will be out tomorrow at that party so I figured that
would be fun for you to have a friend over."</p><p>"Yes! Yes, mom, that would be great!" Max said hopping up and down. Life could be so awesome.</p><p>Author's
note: I'm always curious to know what my readers think. Feel for you to
leave a review, private message me through the website or e-mail which
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really like to know if I'm succeeding.</p>
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Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 6"This almost feels like cheating," Max said as his character chopped down another tree. "Like one tree is worth like five on the normal setting."
"Yeah, but we can always turn it down later. Unless you want me to do it now?" Taylor said, sitting next to Max on his own laptop.
"Maybe." Max replied, not sure if that would be fair or not. He wanted to attack other people's bases, but he didn't want to be unfair about it.
Just then the doorbell rang. Before Max could even get up from his chair, the door to the kitchen burst open and Jackson ran towards the front door. Jackson opened the door as Max watched him lean against it. He tried to sound casual even as he was trying to catch his breath. Ramona walked into the room, much more slowly than Jackson. Max watched as the respective girlfriends and boyfriends all greeted each other.
Max could feel himself starting to smile. He was in on their little secret, and only Jackson knew that he knew. He wondered what the party was going to be like though. Jackson had not given him an answer and Max was beginning to suspect that maybe even Jackson didn't know what to expect. Well, at least Jackson knew what to expect when it came to making out thanks to him. Maybe they could do it again sometime, Max thought.
His eyes wandered over to Ramona and Lola. It was weird thinking that they were going to be doing that stuff. He couldn't make the connection. Then he looked over at Popko. Maybe because he had practiced with Jax, and it was easier to picture him making out. Not that Max would want to practice with him. Over the last year, Popko had become rather mean to him. He briefly wondered if Popko had been one of the boys Jackson had done sword fighting with.
"Max! You're going to die!"
Turning back to the screen, Max saw that his health was almost gone thanks to a Raptor trying to eat him. He started to fight back, but he was too late though, and his character died. Taylor let out a sigh as Max smiled embarrassedly. "I wasn't too far from the base."
"Yeah, wait a minute, I'll come with you. In case you get distracted again."
As Max's character respawned back at base, his brother and everyone else were getting ready to leave. He spared one last look over at them and felt a little jealous. He kind of wished he was going with them even if he would have been the odd man out. He smiled briefly picturing Jackson and himself showing the others how to do it. That thought unexpectedly made him start to become hard, and he pushed his dick to the side not wanting that now.
Between the two of them, it was easy to kill the Raptor, and they started collecting wood together. It was the boring part of the game, but they talked about base design as they worked. Between the game and the conversation suddenly his Mom spoke up behind them, startling him. "What?"
"Dinner is almost ready, and I want you to take a break from that game, you have been at it for nearly three hours."
Max was about to open his mouth to say they hadn't been, but then he remembered his brother said they were going to be meeting up around six o'clock and they had just left.
"It's only been two and a half." Taylor said.
"Close enough and again your food is ready. Hurry up before it gets cold."
"Okay, Mom. Just let us get to a safe spot. We're right near our base."
That was acceptable to her because she said alright and walked away. Once they were done, they both logged off and went into the kitchen. They talked about the game for a bit, but Max noticed that Taylor was moving his food around, not eating it. "Do you not like it?"
"It's fine, my dad's just a better cook."
"I'll try harder to meet your standards next time." DJ said from where she was still cleaning up the kitchen.
"Well, it's alright I'll eat it," Taylor said. "It's just not as good."
Max glanced over at his mom and then back at his friend. "Don't be rude, Taylor. My mom's a good cook."
"Alright. It's just not what I'm used to, I guess. I normally don't eat over at a friend's houses."
"I wonder why." DJ muttered in a low enough tone that Max barely heard it. He decided to change the subject. "How many sleepovers have you been to?"
"This is my second. The first was Michael, you know, for his birthday."
Max remembered that birthday party, although he had not been included in the sleepover part. "Yeah, how was that?"
"It was fun. I asked my dad if I could have one when it was my birthday, but he said he didn't feel comfortable with it. He prefers I only have one friend over at a time."
"Oh, sorry." Max said. His mom never put limitations on his friends like that.
Taylor shrugged his shoulders obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"Your birthday's coming up Max. Would you like to have a slumber party?" His mom asked rejoining the conversation.
"That would be awesome." Max said turning on his chair and shooting his mom a grin.
"Speaking of awesome things," DJ said in her mom voice. "Between your brother preparing for his date and you playing that game, Cosmos hasn't had much attention today. I'm sure he would love if the two of you played with him."
Max couldn't disagree with his mother. After dinner, just the sound of going through Cosmos's toy box was enough to bring Max's furry friend running. They tossed the ball back and forth, Cosmos running between the two of them and when that became boring, they switched to another game. Max showed Taylor how to throw the ball, so it would roll around on ground bouncing off things. Cosmos could chase after it. They took turns rolling the ball.
"What is it like having a big brother?" Taylor asked.
Max thought for a moment. "It's mostly good. He is kind of like a friend who lives with you."
"That sounds nice."
"Jackson is a pretty good brother."
"How so?"
"Well he doesn't really pick on me, and you know usually makes time for me. He's been a little more distant now, but he's always there when I need him." Max said. If not always when I want him, Max added to himself.
"So, do you like, do stuff together?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah, we do."
"Do you talk to him about stuff?"
Something in Taylor's tone made Max hesitant. "Like what?"
Taylor shrugged. "I don't know."
They were silent for two throws before Max ventured a question. "If you're asking... do I ask him things I wouldn't ask my mom, then yeah."
"I was."
"If you want, you could tell me the question, and then I could ask him and then tell you his answer."
"Thanks," Taylor answered. "You're a good friend."
"So are you, even if you're rude sometimes." Max answered.
"No, I'm not!"
"You were rude to my mom. You said her cooking wasn't good."
"I just said my dad was better." Tayler countered.
"Same, it was rude the way you said it."
Max was ready for an argument, but as the silent second stretched on Taylor just nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."
"You should tell her that."
"I will."
Max smiled at his little victory. He was glad Taylor was his friend, but that didn't mean they didn't have a friendly rivalry, and this was one argument he knew he had won.
"You know there's another good thing about having a big brother. He can tell you about things you didn't know about."
"Like that thing in the bathroom?" Taylor said cautiously looking behind himself.
"Yeah, but he told me about something else last night, a game he and his friends used to play called sword fighting, you want to try?"
Taylor's smile was his answer.
After about 30 more throws, Cosmos stopped chasing the ball and just wanted his belly rubbed. The two boys gave him a good five minute of solid petting. Only then did they go inside and head up to the bedroom. Max closed the door behind them and started to explain. "Okay, my brother told me that he and his friends would get their things hard and rub them together."
Taylor didn't have a particularly convinced look on his face. "Wouldn't that hurt? I mean I've accidentally hit myself down there."
"Yeah, me too, but we're not smacking them together just rubbing them. Do you want to give it a try?" Max asked.
"Alright," Taylor said looking around. "Where should we do this?"
They moved over to Max's bed, and before getting on it, both undid their pants and pulled them down a bit. Climbing onto the bed, they both sat on their knees about an arm's length away from each other. Max started rubbing against his friend trying to get himself hard. Taylor soon followed, and like last time they had done it together, it seemed to happen fast. Max sat up on his knees and lowered his underwear down revealing his private area. Taylor followed his example, and slowly they moved closer together. Their hands holding onto the base of their little rods.
Max's stomach was doing flip flops with excitement, and when they touched, it felt like an electric shock had gone through his body. Both boys pulled back briefly, giggling. They moved back in closer and this time when they touched, they both were more prepared. They stayed in contact for a moment. Taylor was the first one to move, sliding the tip of his erection over Max's. Max followed his example moving the other way, slowly they started to move back and forth.
As they gained confidence, they became more involved. Max figured out that his tip was more sensitive than the part below it, so he tried to use that to his advantage rubbing it against Taylor's tip. The other boy was smaller but countered his strategy by pulling his thing up, which caused Max's tip to rub against his body. The game was done mostly in silence with a little giggle here and there. As Max started to feel the feeling build up, he tried to use his height to his advantage, raising himself up on his knees. Taylor moved his hips forward his erection sliding between Max's legs and right along his soft sack. The new feeling pushed Max over the edge, he fell backward on the bed grabbing hold of himself. The feeling washed over Max like a warm wave extending from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.
"I guess I won." Taylor said looking down at him.
Max smiled from ear-to-ear. "I don't mind losing at this."
Taylor looked down at himself still hard and then without warning he leaped on top of Max. Max felt his friend's thing pressing against his leg. As Taylor's hips moved back and forth on him Max let out a laugh and tried to fend his friend off. They wrestled back and forth for a bit, but he was at a disadvantage already on his back and even as he felt himself start to get hard Taylor went stiff, and Max knew what he was feeling. Holding on to his friend's arms, Max waited until the blank look passed over Taylor's face. When his friend's eyes refocused on him, they both smiled at each other.
"I like this game." Taylor said.
"I'm almost ready for round two." Max said glancing down between them. He was already getting hard again, or at least he felt like he was, but there was something about Taylor's private, his eye kept going back to them. "What do you think, two out of three?"
Taylor laughed, and for a moment the two just stared at each other. The euphoria of their climax slowly melted away, but neither of them moved. Max laid there staring up at his friend with his pants around his knees. For a second he thought Taylor was coming closer to him.
The knock at the door shattered the silence. Taylor jumped off him so fast that he nearly fell off the bed. Max quickly pulled up his pants and made sure his friend had done the same before he said, "Come in."
DJ open the door just wide enough to let her head in. "Boys, I was going to take Cosmos for a walk and maybe swing by the ice cream stand. Would you like to join me?"
"Sure!" Max said not consulting his friend.
DJ gave them both a look. "Were you two wrestling?"
This time Max did look over at Taylor, and they simultaneously answered.
"Not really." Max said.
"No." Taylor said.
His mom gave them her best mom look. When neither of them cracked, she decided to let it go. "Alright, just don't hurt yourselves and let's get going."
As Max's mom started to pull her head back, Taylor spoke up. "Mrs. Fuller."
"Yes, Taylor?"
Taylor went silent long enough that Max gave him a look. Then his friend found his courage. "Mrs. Fuller, I'm sorry for being rude at dinner. I didn't mean to say you weren't good at cooking. It's just not what I am used too."
When DJ smiled at Taylor, Max knew it wasn't one of her fake ones his friend usually received from her. "Thank you for that Taylor and don't worry Max's a bit of a picky eater, so I understand."
"I am not!" Max objected.
"Yeah," his Mom countered. "What ice cream do you want?"
"A vegan-friendly vanilla ice cream with a gluten-free sugar ice cream cone." Max answered.
End of chapter 6.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 6</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller
house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 6</span></b><span></span>"This
almost feels like cheating," Max said as his character chopped down
another tree. "Like one tree is worth like five on the normal setting."</p><p>"Yeah,
but we can always turn it down later. Unless you want me to do it now?"
Taylor said, sitting next to Max on his own laptop.</p><p>"Maybe." Max
replied, not sure if that would be fair or not. He wanted to attack
other people's bases, but he didn't want to be unfair about it.</p><p>Just
then the doorbell rang. Before Max could even get up from his chair,
the door to the kitchen burst open and Jackson ran towards the front
door. Jackson opened the door as Max watched him lean against it. He
tried to sound casual even as he was trying to catch his breath. Ramona
walked into the room, much more slowly than Jackson. Max watched as the
respective girlfriends and boyfriends all greeted each other.</p><p>Max
could feel himself starting to smile. He was in on their little secret,
and only Jackson knew that he knew. He wondered what the party was
going to be like though. Jackson had not given him an answer and Max
was beginning to suspect that maybe even Jackson didn't know what to
expect. Well, at least Jackson knew what to expect when it came to
making out thanks to him. Maybe they could do it again sometime, Max
thought.</p><p>His eyes wandered over to Ramona and Lola. It was weird
thinking that they were going to be doing that stuff. He couldn't make
the connection. Then he looked over at Popko. Maybe because he had
practiced with Jax, and it was easier to picture him making out. Not
that Max would want to practice with him. Over the last year, Popko had
become rather mean to him. He briefly wondered if Popko had been one of
the boys Jackson had done sword fighting with.</p><p>"Max! You're going to die!"</p><p>Turning
back to the screen, Max saw that his health was almost gone thanks to a
Raptor trying to eat him. He started to fight back, but he was too late
though, and his character died. Taylor let out a sigh as Max smiled
embarrassedly. "I wasn't too far from the base."</p><p>"Yeah, wait a minute, I'll come with you. In case you get distracted again."</p><p>As
Max's character respawned back at base, his brother and everyone else
were getting ready to leave. He spared one last look over at them and
felt a little jealous. He kind of wished he was going with them even if
he would have been the odd man out. He smiled briefly picturing Jackson
and himself showing the others how to do it. That thought unexpectedly
made him start to become hard, and he pushed his dick to the side not
wanting that now.</p><p>Between the two of them, it was easy to kill
the Raptor, and they started collecting wood together. It was the
boring part of the game, but they talked about base design as they
worked. Between the game and the conversation suddenly his Mom spoke up
behind them, startling him. "What?"</p><p>"Dinner is almost ready, and I want you to take a break from that game, you have been at it for nearly three hours."</p><p>Max
was about to open his mouth to say they hadn't been, but then he
remembered his brother said they were going to be meeting up around six
o'clock and they had just left.</p><p>"It's only been two and a half." Taylor said.</p><p>"Close enough and again your food is ready. Hurry up before it gets cold."</p><p>"Okay, Mom. Just let us get to a safe spot. We're right near our base."</p><p>That
was acceptable to her because she said alright and walked away. Once
they were done, they both logged off and went into the kitchen. They
talked about the game for a bit, but Max noticed that Taylor was moving
his food around, not eating it. "Do you not like it?"</p><p>"It's fine, my dad's just a better cook."</p><p>"I'll try harder to meet your standards next time." DJ said from where she was still cleaning up the kitchen.</p><p>"Well, it's alright I'll eat it," Taylor said. "It's just not as good."</p><p>Max glanced over at his mom and then back at his friend. "Don't be rude, Taylor. My mom's a good cook."</p><p>"Alright. It's just not what I'm used to, I guess. I normally don't eat over at a friend's houses."</p><p>"I
wonder why." DJ muttered in a low enough tone that Max barely heard it.
He decided to change the subject. "How many sleepovers have you been
to?"</p><p>"This is my second. The first was Michael, you know, for his birthday."</p><p>Max remembered that birthday party, although he had not been included in the sleepover part. "Yeah, how was that?"</p><p>"It
was fun. I asked my dad if I could have one when it was my birthday,
but he said he didn't feel comfortable with it. He prefers I only have
one friend over at a time."</p><p>"Oh, sorry." Max said. His mom never put limitations on his friends like that.</p><p>Taylor shrugged his shoulders obviously not wanting to talk about it.</p><p>"Your birthday's coming up Max. Would you like to have a slumber party?" His mom asked rejoining the conversation.</p><p>"That would be awesome." Max said turning on his chair and shooting his mom a grin.</p><p>"Speaking
of awesome things," DJ said in her mom voice. "Between your brother
preparing for his date and you playing that game, Cosmos hasn't had
much attention today. I'm sure he would love if the two of you played
with him."<br>Max couldn't disagree with his mother. After dinner, just
the sound of going through Cosmos's toy box was enough to bring Max's
furry friend running. They tossed the ball back and forth, Cosmos
running between the two of them and when that became boring, they
switched to another game. Max showed Taylor how to throw the ball, so
it would roll around on ground bouncing off things. Cosmos could chase
after it. They took turns rolling the ball.</p><p>"What is it like having a big brother?" Taylor asked.</p><p>Max thought for a moment. "It's mostly good. He is kind of like a friend who lives with you."</p><p>"That sounds nice."</p><p>"Jackson is a pretty good brother."</p><p>"How so?"</p><p>"Well
he doesn't really pick on me, and you know usually makes time for me.
He's been a little more distant now, but he's always there when I need
him." Max said. If not always when I want him, Max added to himself.</p><p>"So, do you like, do stuff together?" Taylor asked.</p><p>"Yeah, we do."</p><p>"Do you talk to him about stuff?"</p><p>Something in Taylor's tone made Max hesitant. "Like what?"</p><p>Taylor shrugged. "I don't know."</p><p>They
were silent for two throws before Max ventured a question. "If you're
asking... do I ask him things I wouldn't ask my mom, then yeah."</p><p>"I was."</p><p>"If you want, you could tell me the question, and then I could ask him and then tell you his answer."</p><p>"Thanks," Taylor answered. "You're a good friend."</p><p>"So are you, even if you're rude sometimes." Max answered.</p><p>"No, I'm not!"</p><p>"You were rude to my mom. You said her cooking wasn't good."</p><p>"I just said my dad was better." Tayler countered.</p><p>"Same, it was rude the way you said it."</p><p>Max was ready for an argument, but as the silent second stretched on Taylor just nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."</p><p>"You should tell her that."</p><p>"I will."</p><p>Max
smiled at his little victory. He was glad Taylor was his friend, but
that didn't mean they didn't have a friendly rivalry, and this was one
argument he knew he had won.</p><p>"You know there's another good thing about having a big brother. He can tell you about things you didn't know about."</p><p>"Like that thing in the bathroom?" Taylor said cautiously looking behind himself.</p><p>"Yeah,
but he told me about something else last night, a game he and his
friends used to play called sword fighting, you want to try?"</p><p>Taylor's smile was his answer.</p><p>After
about 30 more throws, Cosmos stopped chasing the ball and just wanted
his belly rubbed. The two boys gave him a good five minute of solid
petting. Only then did they go inside and head up to the bedroom. Max
closed the door behind them and started to explain. "Okay, my brother
told me that he and his friends would get their things hard and rub
them together."</p><p>Taylor didn't have a particularly convinced look
on his face. "Wouldn't that hurt? I mean I've accidentally hit myself
down there."</p><p>"Yeah, me too, but we're not smacking them together just rubbing them. Do you want to give it a try?" Max asked.</p><p>"Alright," Taylor said looking around. "Where should we do this?"</p><p>They
moved over to Max's bed, and before getting on it, both undid their
pants and pulled them down a bit. Climbing onto the bed, they both sat
on their knees about an arm's length away from each other. Max started
rubbing against his friend trying to get himself hard. Taylor soon
followed, and like last time they had done it together, it seemed to
happen fast. Max sat up on his knees and lowered his underwear down
revealing his private area. Taylor followed his example, and slowly
they moved closer together. Their hands holding onto the base of their
little rods.</p><p>Max's stomach was doing flip flops with excitement,
and when they touched, it felt like an electric shock had gone through
his body. Both boys pulled back briefly, giggling. They moved back in
closer and this time when they touched, they both were more prepared.
They stayed in contact for a moment. Taylor was the first one to move,
sliding the tip of his erection over Max's. Max followed his example
moving the other way, slowly they started to move back and forth.</p><p>As
they gained confidence, they became more involved. Max figured out that
his tip was more sensitive than the part below it, so he tried to use
that to his advantage rubbing it against Taylor's tip. The other boy
was smaller but countered his strategy by pulling his thing up, which
caused Max's tip to rub against his body. The game was done mostly in
silence with a little giggle here and there. As Max started to feel the
feeling build up, he tried to use his height to his advantage, raising
himself up on his knees. Taylor moved his hips forward his erection
sliding between Max's legs and right along his soft sack. The new
feeling pushed Max over the edge, he fell backward on the bed grabbing
hold of himself. The feeling washed over Max like a warm wave extending
from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.</p><p>"I guess I won." Taylor said looking down at him.</p><p>Max smiled from ear-to-ear. "I don't mind losing at this."</p><p>Taylor
looked down at himself still hard and then without warning he leaped on
top of Max. Max felt his friend's thing pressing against his leg. As
Taylor's hips moved back and forth on him Max let out a laugh and tried
to fend his friend off. They wrestled back and forth for a bit, but he
was at a disadvantage already on his back and even as he felt himself
start to get hard Taylor went stiff, and Max knew what he was feeling.
Holding on to his friend's arms, Max waited until the blank look passed
over Taylor's face. When his friend's eyes refocused on him, they both
smiled at each other.</p><p>"I like this game." Taylor said.</p><p>"I'm
almost ready for round two." Max said glancing down between them. He
was already getting hard again, or at least he felt like he was, but
there was something about Taylor's private, his eye kept going back to
them. "What do you think, two out of three?"</p><p>Taylor laughed, and
for a moment the two just stared at each other. The euphoria of their
climax slowly melted away, but neither of them moved. Max laid there
staring up at his friend with his pants around his knees. For a second
he thought Taylor was coming closer to him.</p><p>The knock at the
door shattered the silence. Taylor jumped off him so fast that he
nearly fell off the bed. Max quickly pulled up his pants and made sure
his friend had done the same before he said, "Come in."</p><p>DJ open
the door just wide enough to let her head in. "Boys, I was going to
take Cosmos for a walk and maybe swing by the ice cream stand. Would
you like to join me?"</p><p>"Sure!" Max said not consulting his friend.</p><p>DJ gave them both a look. "Were you two wrestling?"</p><p>This time Max did look over at Taylor, and they simultaneously answered.</p><p>"Not really." Max said.</p><p>"No." Taylor said.</p><p>His
mom gave them her best mom look. When neither of them cracked, she
decided to let it go. "Alright, just don't hurt yourselves and let's
get going."</p><p>As Max's mom started to pull her head back, Taylor spoke up. "Mrs. Fuller."</p><p>"Yes, Taylor?"</p><p>Taylor
went silent long enough that Max gave him a look. Then his friend found
his courage. "Mrs. Fuller, I'm sorry for being rude at dinner. I didn't
mean to say you weren't good at cooking. It's just not what I am used
too."</p><p>When DJ smiled at Taylor, Max knew it wasn't one of her
fake ones his friend usually received from her. "Thank you for that
Taylor and don't worry Max's a bit of a picky eater, so I understand."</p><p>"I am not!" Max objected.</p><p>"Yeah," his Mom countered. "What ice cream do you want?"</p><p>"A vegan-friendly vanilla ice cream with a gluten-free sugar ice cream cone." Max answered.</p>
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show �Fuller house�. It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, �Ark Survival Evolved� is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
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Chapter 3
"Okay, Cast...or...oides," Max pronounced the word carefully consider the creature he was looking at through the spyglass. "I'm going to say it's real, but they made it bigger."
Taylor typed it in and after a moment laughed. "I think they made it smaller. It was eight feet long."
Max looked away from the screen over at the tablet Taylor was showing him. It was displaying the skeleton of a giant beaver, and under it said eight feet long. "Wow, they must've built really big dams."
"Yeah, okay find something else," Taylor said just as there was a soft hum from his phone. "That's my signal to go," Taylor said putting the tablet down. "See you at school."
"Yeah, tomorrow." Max said not bothering to walk him to the door. Flying back to base, he closed the game down. The two had not accomplished that much. Once Max had a spyglass, the two of them had taken turns flying around and guessing which animals were realistic and which had been exaggerated. It had been fun.
Max made his way upstairs to his bedroom where he could hear voices. The moment he walked into the room, Jackson and his friend Popko fell silent. Max gave them a weird look as he made his way over to his desk. "Don't mind little old me."
Popko smiled at him. "Hey, little man could you give me and your brother a little privacy?"
His voice was thick with a patronizing tone that Max just had to roll his eyes. "You forgot my name, again didn't you?"
Jackson chuckled at his comment. "Max, can you give us some privacy. We're talking about some boy stuff."
"I'm a boy." Max answered.
"Big boy stuff." Popko added.
Max opened his mouth but gave in. "Fine, you can have the room. Maybe my other brother wants me around."
"Thank you, Max." Jackson said, smiling, as he left the room.
Max headed back downstairs and into the kitchen. Aunt Stephanie was making a sandwich while Ramona and Lola sat at the table doing homework. Tommy was penned up in his little prison. He walked over to his little brother who was still trying to learn how to color. "Hey, Tommy are you still drawing blob?"
His brother looked up at him, made a grimace and then went back to work.
"Seems neither of my brothers want me around." Max said as he reached down to rub his brother's head.
"Why the long face?" Aunt Stephanie asked.
"Jackson doesn't want me in the room because they're discussing big boy stuff." He said rolling his eyes and walking towards the counter.
"Well, try not to take it too personally. I always thought I was close to your mother, but there were times she didn't want me around. Same with my other sister." She finished making her sandwich and looked into the distance. "Of course, when you get older sometimes you want your siblings around and they're too busy."
Max was just about to say something when he suddenly felt himself lifted off his feet. He looked to one side to see Ramona there and on the other was Lola.
"We just need to borrow Max for a moment." Ramona said.
"What about your sandwiches?" Aunt Stephanie said just as the three of them walked through the door, Max's feet a few inches off the ground.
The second Max's feet hit the ground he took off and turned to face them. "I assume you wanted to say something to me privately?"
"Sorry Max," Ramona said leaning down. "We just want to know, what you heard."
Max crossed his arms and gave it some thought. "I'm not even sure what you're talking about."
Lola answered this time. "We just want to know if you heard what your brother was talking about. There's a party this weekend and we want to know if they're thinking of asking us to go or not. Did you hear anything?"
"I didn't hear anything. I walked in and was thrown out." Max answered. "Why don't you just go ask them?"
This time the girls looked at each other. "Well, if we ask them and they think we might want to go and then they might ask us even if they weren't going to ask us originally. But we are not even sure if we want to go. So, we might have to say no even though they think we want to go and that would just be confusing." Ramona explained. "So, we want to know if they're planning on asking us."
"Exactly, it's simple." Lola finished.
"As long division." Max replied.
Ramona smiled down at him. "Max, could you just do us a favor? Ask your brother if he wants to do something with you Saturday night. If he agrees, well now he's not planning on asking us but if he says no then they're probably going to ask us."
"Couldn't one go and not the other?" Max asked. The girls just looked at him and he surrendered. "Fine, I'll ask tonight."
"Thanks Max, you're the best. I wish I had a little brother like you." Lola said.
As the two girls walked away, Max shook his head and muttered. "Things are so much easier with Rose. It's like they want to make this dating thing hard."
Later that night secret agent Max set out on his mission. Coming in from the bathroom he closed the door behind him and saw Jackson on his bed with his phone out. "Hey, Jackson."
"Hey, Max." Jackson said just glancing away from the phone.
Making his way over to his brothers, he asked. "Do you have plans for Saturday night? I thought maybe we could do something."
"Like what?" Jackson said.
Max shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe watch a movie or something."
Jackson stared at him for a long moment and secret agent Max's career was over before it had begun. "Who put you up to this?"
"I can't say. It was sort of a group effort."
"Well, tell those two girls we haven't decided yet."
Max nodded his head and sat down on the bed. "What is such a big deal about this party? I mean the only time I don't want to go to a party was for Alex's Birthday. He always picks his nose. We're not in the first grade!" Max said with a stutter.
"It's a little more complicated." Jackson said.
"Why?" Max demanded. "Since when does Ramona not want to dance?"
"It's not a dance party, Max."
"Then tell me what it is?"
"It's a big boy party, I think. Besides I don't want you telling Mom."
"I'm not a little kid." Max said jumping to his feet. He grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. "I know about that."
Jackson laughed out loud as Max pursed his lips. Before he could say anything, the door to the bedroom opened. "Boys, I want you in bed soon." Their mom said poking her head in.
"Sure Mom, Max just said something funny." Jackson said.
"Alright, but I'm coming up in an hour and I want to see two sleeping boys. Goodnight."
They both said good night but when the door shut, Max turned to Jackson. "Why did you laugh at me?"
"Just what you did. Is that how you rub it?"
"Yeah, how do you?" Max demanded crossing his arms.
Jackson considered for a moment before raising two fingers and placing his hand around them. He started to move them up and down rapidly. "Like that?"
"How's that work?"
"I don't know, it just does."
"Can I see?" Max asked.
"No."
"Fine, do you want me to tell Mom about the party the one that everyone seems to be making such a big deal about?" Max said a little irritated about the laugh.
Jackson gave him a long pause before saying. "It wouldn't be the first time. You were a lot easier to deal with when you thought you had a chip in your brain."
Max just grinned caring more about the wind than anything else. It took him a second to realize why Jackson was getting out of the bed. He waited until Jackson positioned himself on the floor sitting on his knees before following suit sitting right across from him.
Jackson pulled his pajama bottoms down rocking back on his ankles and bringing them to knee level. Max's pajamas were the last one to go as he stood up to pull them down. Max hadn't seen his brother nude in a while. The last time he did was a few weeks prior during an emergency bathroom problem. His brother had been showering and all the other bathrooms were full. He had only caught a glimpse of him down there. His privates looked like they had changed a bit now. His patch of hair was a little neater than last time because it wasn't wet.
Max said nothing as he watched his brother move his hand over his penis back and forth until it was hard. As he watched, he grabbed a hold of his own but didn't do too much stimulation. Compared to the last time, he had become hard a lot faster. Jackson explained how he should wrap his fingers around it and so on. It was hard to concentrate. It felt good just copying the actions but different.
Max wasn't sure if it was better. He kind of like to play with his sack. Max couldn't really explain it, not even in his head. His whole brain felt a little sluggish. Still continuing, a feeling started to come as he stopped thinking all together. The feeling washed over like it had before and he felt his face flush.
Jackson kept going faster and faster. Max watched, fascinated until his brother climaxed and started shooting out some white liquid. His brother quickly moved to grab a tissue. Max's brain began to catch up with the events then. The white stuff must be semen. His mom was a veterinarian and he knew about that. He had heard the word a few times when he had been at the office and probably on TV too. You take it from boy dogs and put it in girl dogs to make more dogs. Humans were mammals like dogs, but he'd never connected the dots.
Having recovered, he stood up, pulled up his pajamas and smiled over at Jackson. "Alright I guess that way is nice."
"Is it better?" Jackson asked dropping the tissue into the wastebasket.
"Different." Max shook himself out of his trance. "Can you please tell me what's the big deal with the party is?"
"Are you going to hold it over my head?" Jackson asked getting under the covers.
Max felt his face flush but this time for a different reason. "I won't tell."
"It's a make-out party." Jackson said rolling over.
Max had seen enough TV to understand that it was a big deal.
Author's note: Yeah, I know Jackson's encounter with Max is like the one in my other chapter but that's the last time that will happen.
End of chapter 2.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 3</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their
state or country. </p><p><span size="3">Author's notes: </span><span size="3">This
is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show �Fuller
house�. It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, �Ark Survival Evolved� is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: </span><span>samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com </span></p><div>
<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 3</span></b><span></span></p><p><span lang="EN">"Okay, Cast...or...oides," Max
pronounced the word carefully consider the creature he was looking at through
the spyglass. "I'm going to say it's real, but they made it bigger."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p>Taylor typed it in and after a moment laughed.
"I think they made it smaller. It was eight feet long."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p>M</o:p>ax looked away from the screen over at the
tablet Taylor was showing him. It was displaying the skeleton of a giant
beaver, and under it said eight feet long. "Wow, they must've built really
big dams."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, okay find something else," Taylor
said just as there was a soft hum from his phone. "That's my signal to
go," Taylor said putting the tablet down. "See you at school."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, tomorrow." Max said not
bothering to walk him to the door. Flying back to base, he closed the game down.
The two had not accomplished that much. Once Max had a spyglass, the two of
them had taken turns flying around and guessing which animals were realistic
and which had been exaggerated. It had been fun.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN">Max made his way upstairs to his bedroom where he
could hear voices. The moment he walked into the room, Jackson and his friend
Popko fell silent. Max gave them a weird look as he made his way over to his
desk. "Don't mind little old me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p>P</o:p>opko smiled at him. "Hey, little man could
you give me and your brother a little privacy?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">His voice was thick with a patronizing tone that
Max just had to roll his eyes. "You forgot my name, again didn't
you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson chuckled at his comment. "Max, can
you give us some privacy. We're talking about some boy stuff."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I'm a boy." Max answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Big boy stuff." Popko added.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max opened his mouth but gave in. "Fine, you
can have the room. Maybe my other brother wants me around."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Thank you, Max." Jackson said, smiling,
as he left the room.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max headed back downstairs and into the kitchen.
Aunt Stephanie was making a sandwich while Ramona and Lola sat at the table
doing homework. Tommy was penned up in his little prison. He walked over to his
little brother who was still trying to learn how to color. "Hey, Tommy are
you still drawing blob?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">His brother looked up at him, made a grimace and
then went back to work.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Seems neither of my brothers want me
around." Max said as he reached down to rub his brother's head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Why the long face?" Aunt Stephanie asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Jackson doesn't want me in the room because
they're discussing big boy stuff." He said rolling his eyes and walking
towards the counter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Well, try not to take it too personally. I
always thought I was close to your mother, but there were times she didn't want
me around. Same with my other sister." She finished making her sandwich
and looked into the distance. "Of course, when you get older sometimes you
want your siblings around and they're too busy."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max was just about to say something when he
suddenly felt himself lifted off his feet. He looked to one side to see Ramona
there and on the other was Lola.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"We just need to borrow Max for a
moment." Ramona said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"What about your sandwiches?" Aunt
Stephanie said just as the three of them walked through the door, Max's feet a
few inches off the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">The second Max's feet hit the ground he took off
and turned to face them. "I assume you wanted to say something to me
privately?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Sorry Max," Ramona said leaning down.
"We just want to know, what you heard."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max crossed his arms and gave it some thought.
"I'm not even sure what you're talking about."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Lola answered this time. "We just want to
know if you heard what your brother was talking about. There's a party this
weekend and we want to know if they're thinking of asking us to go or not. Did
you hear anything?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I didn't hear anything. I walked in and was
thrown out." Max answered. "Why don't you just go ask them?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">This time the girls looked at each other.
"Well, if we ask them and they think we might want to go and then they
might ask us even if they weren't going to ask us originally. But we are not
even sure if we want to go. So, we might have to say no even though they think
we want to go and that would just be confusing." Ramona explained.
"So, we want to know if they're planning on asking us."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Exactly, it's simple." Lola finished.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"As long division." Max replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Ramona smiled down at him. "Max, could you
just do us a favor? Ask your brother if he wants to do something with you
Saturday night. If he agrees, well now he's not planning on asking us but if he
says no then they're probably going to ask us."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Couldn't one go and not the other?"
Max asked. The girls just looked at him and he surrendered. "Fine, I'll
ask tonight."<br>
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<p><span lang="EN">"Thanks Max, you're the best. I wish I had a
little brother like you." Lola said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p>A</o:p>s the two girls walked away, Max shook his head
and muttered. "Things are so much easier with Rose. It's like they want to
make this dating thing hard."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN"><o:p></o:p>Later that night secret agent Max set out on his
mission. Coming in from the bathroom he closed the door behind him and saw
Jackson on his bed with his phone out. "Hey, Jackson."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Hey, Max." Jackson said just glancing
away from the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Making his way over to his brothers, he asked.
"Do you have plans for Saturday night? I thought maybe we could do
something."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Like what?" Jackson said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe watch a
movie or something."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson stared at him for a long moment and
secret agent Max's career was over before it had begun. "Who put you up to
this?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I can't say. It was sort of a group
effort."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Well, tell those two girls we haven't
decided yet."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max nodded his head and sat down on the bed.
"What is such a big deal about this party? I mean the only time I don't
want to go to a party was for Alex's Birthday. He always picks his nose. We're
not in the first grade!" Max said with a stutter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's a little more complicated."
Jackson said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Why?" Max demanded. "Since when
does Ramona not want to dance?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's not a dance party, Max."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Then tell me what it is?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's a big boy party, I think. Besides I
don't want you telling Mom."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I'm not a little kid." Max said
jumping to his feet. He grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. "I know about
that."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson laughed out loud as Max pursed his lips.
Before he could say anything, the door to the bedroom opened. "Boys, I
want you in bed soon." Their mom said poking her head in.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Sure Mom, Max just said something
funny." Jackson said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Alright, but I'm coming up in an hour and I
want to see two sleeping boys. Goodnight."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">They both said good night but when the door shut,
Max turned to Jackson. "Why did you laugh at me?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Just what you did. Is that how you rub
it?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Yeah, how do you?" Max demanded
crossing his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson considered for a moment before raising
two fingers and placing his hand around them. He started to move them up and
down rapidly. "Like that?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"How's that work?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"I don't know, it just does."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Can I see?" Max asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"No."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Fine, do you want me to tell Mom about the
party the one that everyone seems to be making such a big deal about?" Max
said a little irritated about the laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson gave him a long pause before saying.
"It wouldn't be the first time. You were a lot easier to deal with when
you thought you had a chip in your brain."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max just grinned caring more about the wind than
anything else. It took him a second to realize why Jackson was getting out of
the bed. He waited until Jackson positioned himself on the floor sitting on his
knees before following suit sitting right across from him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson pulled his pajama bottoms down rocking
back on his ankles and bringing them to knee level. Max's pajamas were the last
one to go as he stood up to pull them down. Max hadn't seen his brother nude in
a while. The last time he did was a few weeks prior during an emergency
bathroom problem. His brother had been showering and all the other bathrooms were
full. He had only caught a glimpse of him down there. His privates looked like they
had changed a bit now. His patch of hair was a little neater than last time because
it wasn't wet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max said nothing as he watched his brother move
his hand over his penis back and forth until it was hard. As he watched, he
grabbed a hold of his own but didn't do too much stimulation. Compared to the
last time, he had become hard a lot faster. Jackson explained how he should
wrap his fingers around it and so on. It was hard to concentrate. It felt good
just copying the actions but different.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max wasn't sure if it was better. He kind of like
to play with his sack. Max couldn't really explain it, not even in his head.
His whole brain felt a little sluggish. Still continuing, a feeling started to
come as he stopped thinking all together. The feeling washed over like it had
before and he felt his face flush.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Jackson kept going faster and faster. Max
watched, fascinated until his brother climaxed and started shooting out some
white liquid. His brother quickly moved to grab a tissue. Max's brain began to
catch up with the events then. The white stuff must be semen. His mom was a
veterinarian and he knew about that. He had heard the word a few times when he
had been at the office and probably on TV too. You take it from boy dogs and
put it in girl dogs to make more dogs. Humans were mammals like dogs, but he'd
never connected the dots.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Having recovered, he stood up, pulled up his pajamas
and smiled over at Jackson. "Alright I guess that way is nice."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Is it better?" Jackson asked dropping
the tissue into the wastebasket.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Different." Max shook himself out of
his trance. "Can you please tell me what's the big deal with the party
is?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"Are you going to hold it over my
head?" Jackson asked getting under the covers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max felt his face flush but this time for a
different reason. "I won't tell."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">"It's a make-out party." Jackson said
rolling over.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Max had seen enough TV to understand that it was
a big deal.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span lang="EN">Author's
note: Yeah, I know Jackson's encounter with Max is like the one in my other
chapter but that's the last time that will happen.</span></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/max-fullers-maze/max-fullers-maze-2 | Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2019 09:40:19 -0700 From: sam no Subject: Max Fuller's Maze ch 2 Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country. Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing. Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second. I love getting feedback. If you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com and please donate to Nifty! Max Fuller's Maze Ch 2 by Sam The Ham "So I only have a velociraptor right now. I want to get a Pteranodon next, but I haven't got enough stuff for the saddle yet." Max said as he walked up the stairs to his house. "Don't have enough chitin?" Taylor asked walking by his side. "Yeah, I can't find enough bugs," Max said turning towards Taylor. Taylor smirked. "You need to go after the arachnids. I'll show you how you can kill them without being knocked out." The two boys went over to the computer and after logging on Max let Taylor take control of his character. The two of them spent those 10 minutes talking about the game. It was one of the side benefits Max had not given voice to when he had been trying to convince his mom to let him get it. Taylor along with a few other friends played the game and it always felt left out when the topic came up at lunch or recess. When the doorbell rang, Max did not give it any thought until his aunt Stephanie announced. "Max, Rose is here." Max pulled his eyes away from the computer screen. "What?" As Rose walked through the door, she started to smile at seeing him. "Max, Are you ready for our play date?" Max smiled but for very different reasons. He had completely forgotten about their play date. "Yeah, let me show you this game I just got. It has dinosaurs in it." He turned and saw Taylor sitting at the computer. "Rose, this is my friend Taylor. Taylor this is my friend Rose." "Girlfriend," Rose corrected as she came over to look at the computer. "Girlfriend?" Taylor asked. "Max, you haven't told your friends about me?" Rose said giving him a little nudge as she walked by him. Not having an answer Max just started telling her about the game. He took over from Taylor and showed her his base. As Max was doing so he realized he had enough stuff to make the saddle now and told her about flying. She thought that would be cool to see, so he started explaining how to tame, and that's when Taylor who had been silent spoke up and started giving him some advice about how to best incapacitate a Pteranodon. Since his base was by a small river, Max's character had to wander a bit further away showing off with his raptor to Rose. It took them about five minutes to find and down one. "There's a website that lets you calculate how long it'll take to tame it. You have a tablet right?" Taylor said leaning against the wall. "Oh, right," Max said remembering he had left it upstairs. "Can you just watch it for me?" "How long is this going to take?" Rose asked. "Probably between 15 and 20 minutes," Taylor answered. "You could mess with the settings a bit to speeded up. But if you rent a server you can have all different sort of things on it. That's what my dad's going to do. Max maybe when we rent one you can play with us." Rose grimaced. "Can we do something else, Max? "What, why?" Max asked. "Because she's bored," Taylor said. Rose shifted a little uncomfortably as Max looked at her. "I came over to play with you, not watch you play." "You could always leave." Taylor offered. "Hey, Max asked me last week if I could come over today," Rose said crossing her arms. "And he asked me today." Taylor countered. Max saw a fight coming and knew it was his fault. "Why don't we go play with Cosmos?" It was the first thing that came to his mind. Rose smiled that the offer but Taylor just pushed off the wall. "I came over to help you play the game. I'm going home."He headed towards the front door without saying another word and Max couldn't think of anything to say until after the door was closed. There was an awkward moment of silence before Rose spoke. "I'm sorry your friend got upset." "It's okay," Max said sinking back in his chair. "Just let me get back to base, and then we can go play with Cosmos." The play date with Rose was fun but when she went home Max kind of fell into a funk. He went upstairs to do his homework and when he was finished just climbed onto his bed and fiddled with one of his toys as he mulled over the day. He wasn't exactly sure why Taylor had become so upset. Max didn't like on his friend's fault. He wasn't sure if Taylor was really angry or just had been annoyed or what. He wouldn't be able to find out until tomorrow. Although his bedroom door was open, there was a knock, and he looked up to see his mom come into the room. "Hey, am home. Why do you look so down in the dumps?" Max sat up in bed and smiled. "Hi, mom. My friends got into a fight today. I think one of them is still pretty upset with me." "Oh, do tell?" His mom said sitting down on the edge of his bed. Max explained finishing up with. "Maybe it's nothing but Taylor usually doesn't leave like that." His mom nodded. "Well, first are you really sure you're friends with Taylor?"DJ's ask her voice filled with hopefulness. "Yes," Max said in a deadpan. He was getting the sense that his mom didn't like Taylor. "All right, well I know you like that game, and I also know you like being friends with Rose. But just because you like something doesn't mean she's going to like it. That's the nice things about friends. They can always be a little different from each other." "Kinda like how Aunt Stephanie is cooler than you?" Max asked innocently. "Hey, I'm cool," DJ said straightening. "But, yes. Your aunt Stephanie will when I'm with her sometimes I do things I normally wouldn't. Not bad things," DJ clarified. "Just that's a bit outside my comfort zone. To circle back to my point, if Taylor likes this game then that something the two of you can do together. Rose may not like the game, but she may like doing other things with you." Max nodded understanding something suddenly. "Yeah, I get it. With Taylor, I can talk about science, dinosaurs and all that other stuff. Rose has seen a lot of movies I liked like Titanic and is good at tying knots." "Yes, and again don't tie two doors together. Just because you're friends with both doesn't necessarily mean they will be friends. That's okay." The small smile that crossed Max's face faded a bit. "I'm still worried Taylor's upset with me." His mom patted his leg before reaching into her pocket and taking out her cell phone. " Well you can spend the night thinking about it, or you can just ask him." Max stared at her cell phone before taking it in his hand. "Thanks, I think I will." DJ stood up. "Dinners in 20 minutes. Jackson is at a friend, so I'll just close your door to give you a little privacy. I'm sure it's not a big deal." "Thanks, mom,"Max called already looking for his friend's number. By the time the door to his bedroom was closing he was already dial. The phone had ringed three times before Taylor's dad picked up and Max asked to speak to his friend. After a few seconds of silence heard Taylor come on. "Hi, Max." "Hi, Taylor. Um... I just want to call to see if you were angry with me or something." There was a long silence before Taylor answered. "No, I guess." A few heartbeats of silence before he continued. "My dad comes home early on Mondays and Thursdays. Usually, he does his work at home, but he said if I got home right after school he would take me to the child's Museum today." "Oh, did you go?" Max felt a little twitch of guilt. "No, he was working." "I'm sorry." "You didn't know. I wanted to help you. It was my decision." Max felt even guiltier now. Even to his ears, the words sounded awkward like maybe Taylor and his dad had a talked like his mom and he had. "Will he take you another time?" "Yeah, Thursday if I come home right away. Maybe you could go with us?" Taylor added the last sentence quickly. Max smiled. "I'll ask my mom." "Great, but can you tell me tomorrow. Food is ready." "Sure," Max said before they both exchange goodbyes and he hung up. Max carefully placed his mom's cell phone on his nightstand before leaning back in resting his head back on his pillow. He had not known Taylor was giving something up to help him today. If Max had known, he wouldn't have asked. Still going to see the kid's Museum would be fun. He had been there a few times but once or 10 times was never enough. Glancing at the clock, Max could see the call hadn't even taken five minutes. He wondered what he should do before remembering his mom said that Jackson was at a friends. So that meant he would be in his room alone at least until dinner. Remembering what Jackson had told him this looked like a perfect opportunity to do a little experiment. Carefully reaching down to his pants and pulled them down just a little along with his underwear. He pulled his shirt up a bit and scooted back a bit on the bed to get a better view. His private area had been ignored since a little after lunch when he had to use the bathroom. Now his hand reached down it wasn't too pee. Unlike all the other times when he had become hard by accident this time he was able to do it deliberately. His thing now hard and stuck out a few inches. He looked down at it noticing for the first time the difference between the color of his hand and how pale he was where he was usually covered. Flattening his hand against himself like last night, Max slowly started to move his hand up and down. It was a nice feeling, but a little different. His hand was dry and that seemed to make it feel different. It didn't appear to take as long to start to feel the sensation like he had to pee, but this time he just kept doing it trusting in Jackson's words. Max felt like he had to move his hand faster and he could feel the palm of his hand pressing against the hard shaft squeezing it between his hand and stomach. He could feel his fingertips pushing against the softer sacked beneath the hard thing and felt he had to be a little more careful. As the feeling built up Max could hear himself breathing a little more heavily. He kept going, the sensation seemingly building up until it happened. Max couldn't catch it all at once, couldn't understand every feeling. It felt like an explosion that made him go down there, but he also says that his toes curled up and strange small he had to catch his breath as the feeling slowly washed over him. A warmth spread through his body and he laid back down his face feeling a little warmer. Jackson had been spot on describing it as a good feeling. He could have called it a great feeling or a magnificent feeling and Max wouldn't say his brother was overselling it. It took him what felt like several minutes to recover before Max remembered his pants were still down and he covered himself up again. Looking at his mom's phone, Max saw he only had five more minutes before dinner. He waited for another two to make sure there wouldn't be any other effects before making his way downstairs. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2019 09:40:19 -0700
From: sam no <[email protected]>
Subject: Max Fuller's Maze ch 2
Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the
laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the
tv show "Fuller house". It can be read without knowing the show. There will
be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone
who doesn't know, "Ark Survival Evolved" is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before
the second.
I love getting feedback. If you have any thoughts on this story please send
them to: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com
and please donate to Nifty!
Max Fuller's Maze Ch 2
by Sam The Ham
"So I only have a velociraptor right now. I want to get a Pteranodon next,
but I haven't got enough stuff for the saddle yet." Max said as he walked
up the stairs to his house.
"Don't have enough chitin?" Taylor asked walking by his side.
"Yeah, I can't find enough bugs," Max said turning towards Taylor.
Taylor smirked. "You need to go after the arachnids. I'll show you how you
can kill them without being knocked out."
The two boys went over to the computer and after logging on Max let Taylor
take control of his character. The two of them spent those 10 minutes
talking about the game. It was one of the side benefits Max had not given
voice to when he had been trying to convince his mom to let him get
it. Taylor along with a few other friends played the game and it always
felt left out when the topic came up at lunch or recess.
When the doorbell rang, Max did not give it any thought until his aunt
Stephanie announced. "Max, Rose is here."
Max pulled his eyes away from the computer screen. "What?"
As Rose walked through the door, she started to smile at seeing him. "Max,
Are you ready for our play date?"
Max smiled but for very different reasons. He had completely forgotten
about their play date. "Yeah, let me show you this game I just got. It has
dinosaurs in it." He turned and saw Taylor sitting at the computer. "Rose,
this is my friend Taylor. Taylor this is my friend Rose."
"Girlfriend," Rose corrected as she came over to look at the computer.
"Girlfriend?" Taylor asked.
"Max, you haven't told your friends about me?" Rose said giving him a
little nudge as she walked by him.
Not having an answer Max just started telling her about the game. He took
over from Taylor and showed her his base. As Max was doing so he realized
he had enough stuff to make the saddle now and told her about flying. She
thought that would be cool to see, so he started explaining how to tame,
and that's when Taylor who had been silent spoke up and started giving him
some advice about how to best incapacitate a Pteranodon. Since his base was
by a small river, Max's character had to wander a bit further away showing
off with his raptor to Rose. It took them about five minutes to find and
down one.
"There's a website that lets you calculate how long it'll take to tame
it. You have a tablet right?" Taylor said leaning against the wall.
"Oh, right," Max said remembering he had left it upstairs. "Can you just
watch it for me?"
"How long is this going to take?" Rose asked.
"Probably between 15 and 20 minutes," Taylor answered. "You could mess with
the settings a bit to speeded up. But if you rent a server you can have all
different sort of things on it. That's what my dad's going to do. Max maybe
when we rent one you can play with us."
Rose grimaced. "Can we do something else, Max?
"What, why?" Max asked.
"Because she's bored," Taylor said.
Rose shifted a little uncomfortably as Max looked at her. "I came over to
play with you, not watch you play."
"You could always leave." Taylor offered.
"Hey, Max asked me last week if I could come over today," Rose said
crossing her arms.
"And he asked me today." Taylor countered.
Max saw a fight coming and knew it was his fault. "Why don't we go play
with Cosmos?" It was the first thing that came to his mind.
Rose smiled that the offer but Taylor just pushed off the wall. "I came
over to help you play the game. I'm going home."He headed towards the front
door without saying another word and Max couldn't think of anything to say
until after the door was closed.
There was an awkward moment of silence before Rose spoke. "I'm sorry your
friend got upset."
"It's okay," Max said sinking back in his chair. "Just let me get back to
base, and then we can go play with Cosmos."
The play date with Rose was fun but when she went home Max kind of fell
into a funk. He went upstairs to do his homework and when he was finished
just climbed onto his bed and fiddled with one of his toys as he mulled
over the day. He wasn't exactly sure why Taylor had become so upset. Max
didn't like on his friend's fault. He wasn't sure if Taylor was really
angry or just had been annoyed or what. He wouldn't be able to find out
until tomorrow.
Although his bedroom door was open, there was a knock, and he looked up to
see his mom come into the room. "Hey, am home. Why do you look so down in
the dumps?"
Max sat up in bed and smiled. "Hi, mom. My friends got into a fight
today. I think one of them is still pretty upset with me."
"Oh, do tell?" His mom said sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Max explained finishing up with. "Maybe it's nothing but Taylor usually
doesn't leave like that."
His mom nodded. "Well, first are you really sure you're friends with
Taylor?"DJ's ask her voice filled with hopefulness.
"Yes," Max said in a deadpan. He was getting the sense that his mom didn't
like Taylor.
"All right, well I know you like that game, and I also know you like being
friends with Rose. But just because you like something doesn't mean she's
going to like it. That's the nice things about friends. They can always be
a little different from each other."
"Kinda like how Aunt Stephanie is cooler than you?" Max asked innocently.
"Hey, I'm cool," DJ said straightening. "But, yes. Your aunt Stephanie will
when I'm with her sometimes I do things I normally wouldn't. Not bad
things," DJ clarified. "Just that's a bit outside my comfort zone. To
circle back to my point, if Taylor likes this game then that something the
two of you can do together. Rose may not like the game, but she may like
doing other things with you."
Max nodded understanding something suddenly. "Yeah, I get it. With Taylor,
I can talk about science, dinosaurs and all that other stuff. Rose has seen
a lot of movies I liked like Titanic and is good at tying knots."
"Yes, and again don't tie two doors together. Just because you're friends
with both doesn't necessarily mean they will be friends. That's okay."
The small smile that crossed Max's face faded a bit. "I'm still worried
Taylor's upset with me."
His mom patted his leg before reaching into her pocket and taking out her
cell phone. " Well you can spend the night thinking about it, or you can
just ask him."
Max stared at her cell phone before taking it in his hand. "Thanks, I think
I will."
DJ stood up. "Dinners in 20 minutes. Jackson is at a friend, so I'll just
close your door to give you a little privacy. I'm sure it's not a big
deal."
"Thanks, mom,"Max called already looking for his friend's number.
By the time the door to his bedroom was closing he was already dial. The
phone had ringed three times before Taylor's dad picked up and Max asked to
speak to his friend. After a few seconds of silence heard Taylor come on.
"Hi, Max."
"Hi, Taylor. Um... I just want to call to see if you were angry with me or
something."
There was a long silence before Taylor answered. "No, I guess." A few
heartbeats of silence before he continued. "My dad comes home early on
Mondays and Thursdays. Usually, he does his work at home, but he said if I
got home right after school he would take me to the child's Museum today."
"Oh, did you go?" Max felt a little twitch of guilt.
"No, he was working."
"I'm sorry."
"You didn't know. I wanted to help you. It was my decision."
Max felt even guiltier now. Even to his ears, the words sounded awkward
like maybe Taylor and his dad had a talked like his mom and he had. "Will
he take you another time?"
"Yeah, Thursday if I come home right away. Maybe you could go with us?"
Taylor added the last sentence quickly.
Max smiled. "I'll ask my mom."
"Great, but can you tell me tomorrow. Food is ready."
"Sure," Max said before they both exchange goodbyes and he hung up.
Max carefully placed his mom's cell phone on his nightstand before leaning
back in resting his head back on his pillow. He had not known Taylor was
giving something up to help him today. If Max had known, he wouldn't have
asked. Still going to see the kid's Museum would be fun. He had been there
a few times but once or 10 times was never enough.
Glancing at the clock, Max could see the call hadn't even taken five
minutes. He wondered what he should do before remembering his mom said that
Jackson was at a friends. So that meant he would be in his room alone at
least until dinner. Remembering what Jackson had told him this looked like
a perfect opportunity to do a little experiment.
Carefully reaching down to his pants and pulled them down just a little
along with his underwear. He pulled his shirt up a bit and scooted back a
bit on the bed to get a better view. His private area had been ignored
since a little after lunch when he had to use the bathroom. Now his hand
reached down it wasn't too pee. Unlike all the other times when he had
become hard by accident this time he was able to do it deliberately. His
thing now hard and stuck out a few inches. He looked down at it noticing
for the first time the difference between the color of his hand and how
pale he was where he was usually covered.
Flattening his hand against himself like last night, Max slowly started to
move his hand up and down. It was a nice feeling, but a little
different. His hand was dry and that seemed to make it feel different. It
didn't appear to take as long to start to feel the sensation like he had to
pee, but this time he just kept doing it trusting in Jackson's words. Max
felt like he had to move his hand faster and he could feel the palm of his
hand pressing against the hard shaft squeezing it between his hand and
stomach. He could feel his fingertips pushing against the softer sacked
beneath the hard thing and felt he had to be a little more careful.
As the feeling built up Max could hear himself breathing a little more
heavily. He kept going, the sensation seemingly building up until it
happened. Max couldn't catch it all at once, couldn't understand every
feeling. It felt like an explosion that made him go down there, but he also
says that his toes curled up and strange small he had to catch his breath
as the feeling slowly washed over him. A warmth spread through his body and
he laid back down his face feeling a little warmer.
Jackson had been spot on describing it as a good feeling. He could have
called it a great feeling or a magnificent feeling and Max wouldn't say his
brother was overselling it. It took him what felt like several minutes to
recover before Max remembered his pants were still down and he covered
himself up again. Looking at his mom's phone, Max saw he only had five more
minutes before dinner. He waited for another two to make sure there
wouldn't be any other effects before making his way downstairs.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/elseworld-orgy/elseworld-orgy-3 | Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2019 13:51:40 -0400 From: Devyn Davis Subject: Elseworld Orgy Ch 3 100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! In case you need to search the actors: [Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade, Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell, Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales, Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway] [Also including: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Chadwick Boseman, Michael B Jordan, Winston Duke, Tom Holland, Jake Gyllenhaal, Bradley Cooper, Dave Bautista, Vin Diesal, Charlie Cox, Mike Colter, Marshalla Ali, Jon Berthnal, and Henry Simmons] Ch.3: [Third Person POV] The room full of actors was almost at a stand still. Almost as if they were all waiting for the other to make the first move. It wasnt like they were nervous but instead just so excited about the amount of possibilities in front of them. Out of nowhere Chris Evans decides to make the first move and steps into the space between them. He makes his way to the crowd of DC actors and grabs none other than Henry Cavil by his rock hard member and leads him out of the foyer. Pretty soon Chris was grabbed by Henry who picked him up and threw his legs around his waist as they made out with each other until they reached the back room where Henry threw him on the bed and turned him on his stomach... Henry- Wow. So thats Americas ass. He didnt even let the other man get a word in before sinking his monster meat inside Chris' tight muscle butt. Chris just spread his legs and arched his ass while he was taken by the bigger actor. Back in the foyer, Chris Hemsworth quickly made his way over to Jason and made out with him causing everyone to yell and whistle at the sight of the two god like men go at it. Jason was palming Chris' huge cock through his thong as Chris fondled Jasons meaty bare ass with one hand and tangled his free hand in Jasons hair before using it like a leash and pulling him into the living room. As Chris sat in the chair he pulled Jason down to his knees. Getting the hint Jason unzipped his briefs and fished out the thick long jungle snake the aussie actor was famous for and licked it clean before choking down as much of it as he could... Chris- Thats it. Eyes up gorgeous. Jason opened his eyes and looked at Chris as he continued to work his tongue and lips on the dick. He fisted his own monster while he practically choked on the one in his mouth and attempting to swallow even more of it. Jason always found Chris to be extremely sexy and fantasized about having his way with "Thor" since his topless scene in the first Thor film. Now having him look him right in his eyes and moaning as he pleased him was everything he can dream of.... Chris- Yes that's it. Suck it like you want it buried deep in that glorious ass of yours. Chris guided his head further onto his dick with the hand in the hair while Jason gagged but never pulled off but instead did his best to breath through his nose and relax his throat. Back in the foyer Chris Pratt walked up and took a moment to decide, but before he could Chris Pine stepped forward and kissed him while grabbing his crotch... Pratt- Yea. You'll do. Chris slapped the other on his ass as the walked off into the living room. As they passed Jason on his knees he now had the entire length of the man meat he was gagging on minutes ago in his mouth and sucking as if it was his only job in the world. Pratt swatted Jasons perfect ass on the way past... Pratt- I'll definitely have to try that one. Pine- Not until you try me. They made their way into the kitchen where Pine climbed onto the counter spreading his ass for Pratt. While he waited he could hear moaning down the hall guessing it was Henry having his way with "America's Ass". Pratt finally decided on a chocolate syrup and whipped cream then brought them over to the counter. He took a moment to take in the sight of the elder actor spread eagle for him his pink hole puckered and ready to be feasted on. He grabbed the chocolate syrup and drizzled it at the top of his ass crack allowing it to cascade down and surround his hole. Then he took the whipped cream and sprayed it directly on his hole, before licking his lips and going to town on the snack in front of him. Back in the foyer Hugh Jackman stepped forward and walked straight up to Jai Courtney and kissed him... Jay- Hey buddy. This ass (Slapping Jai on his pert ass cheek) is mine. Where ever it goes I go. Hugh- (Stopping the kiss) Did you think I'd have a problem with that? Jay couldn't even reply before Hugh was shoving his tongue into his mouth and taking hold of his ass. He grabbed Jai by his ass as well and pulled them close, all three of their hard dicks pressed against each other as they all three made out and walked out of the room. Jai and Jay were both kissing Hugh on his neck and chest as they walked towards the back room. On their way Hugh was shocked to see macho hunk Jason straddling Chris and bouncing his meaty ass onto the phat Australian footlong Hemsworth was packing, while Chris parted and smacked his ass making Jason scream out... Jason- YES I LOVE THE MIGHTY THORS HAMMER!!! Hugh couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Chris just smile and groan through his teeth. As they passed the kitchen Hugh saw both Chris's on top of the counter, Pine was licking whipped cream off of Pratts super thick 7in member while Pratt had his face buried in the other Chris' ass. Both of them far too into each other to notice the trio passing by. They heard moaning and a good fucking happening down the hall and Hugh was curious, and horny, to catch the action. Entering the back room they were all three stopped in their tracks at the sight of Chris Evans in a swing knees to his chest with Henry long stroking his tight entrance and snapping his hips forward when he was only halfway inside, shoving the rest of it deeper inside him everytime earning the sexiest moans any of them ever heard. Hugh couldnt decide where to look watching the two men in front of him, both dripping with sweat, he watched as a few drops rolled down Henrys back then get lost inbetween his sculpted ass cheeks in his fuzzy ass crack. Chris held his eyes closed, and sung his sweet praises out loud as he enjoyed having his pretty pink hole stuffed balls deep inside him with precision. Not wanting to take his eyes off the show, Hugh grabbed both DC actors by the throat, made them face each other in front of him before forcing them to their knees... Hugh- Lets get to it boys. You (to Jai), you get the front and if i feel any teeth ill find the largest butt plug in this place and make you sit on it in the corner while your boyfriend here gets me all to himself. Got it? Jai- Yes sir. Hugh- And you papi chulo, you better make sure this ass is properly slicked with your spit before you even think of putting that thing inside me or ill use that butt plug on you instead. We clear? Jay- Yes sir. Hugh- Good then. Hugh moved between them spreading his legs wide and arching his ass back for Jay... Hugh- Dig in boys. Both men immediately started to ravage the older hunk on display between them. Jai wasted no time choking down Hughs cock, trying to suck out as much of the leaking precum as he could. He himself couldnt believe how quick one dicking turned him from a dominant top to a cock craving submissive but here he was lips firmly wrapped around his favorite X-Men actors cock and trying to slurp the precum from it like a drink through a straw all while the moans from Hugh was music to his ears knowing he was pleasing him. Making sure not to forget the one responsible for his newfound cock craving Jai blindly reached out in front of him and grabbed Jays hard dick and began jerking it. On his end Jay was lost between Hughs firm cheeks. Almost everyone knew Hughs body was almost completely all muscle but Jay was amazed at how tight his body was for a man his age. He was also surprised seeing as how Hugh had hair everywhere else on his body, making him the sexiest Wolf at the party, except his hole. Even his ass cheeks were covered in dusting of hair but the most private area was as clean as can be and Jay was in love with it. He kissed it, licked it, sucked on it, all before spreading his cheeks as open as possible and digging his tongue in as far as it would go. Hugh was having the time of his life with the talented mouths going to work on him reminding him of his adventures behind the scenes making the X-Men films. He grabbed Jays head and forced it deeper into his ass and did the same to Jai as he rocked back in forth between them. Back in the foyer, Ryan Reynolds stepped forward... Ryan- Well i guess since Wolverine got two bottoms i guess ill have to top him by getting two tops. Any volunteers? Both David Ramsey and Ray Fisher steps forward, both with thick hard dicks swing between their legs... Ryan- Oouu I love BBCs. I gotta warn you though, my blowjobs have been known to put men to sleep. David- I wouldnt worry about that if I were you. Ryan- What should i worry about then? Ray- How much its gonna hurt when you got both of these dick balls deep in that tight white ass of yours. Ryan- Baby this ass hasnt been tight since Wesley Snipes and Triple H made me their gimp for the entire filming of Blade Trinity. Ray- I think i got something for that smart ass mouth. Ryan- Let me guess is it... Before he could finish his sentence, Ray picked Ryan up and flipped him so that he was eye level with dick. David grabbed Rays dick and shoved it in Ryans mouth, who immediately started swallowimg it up.... David- So where we doing this at? Ray- Lets hope nobody claimed the jacuzzi yet. David grabbed a handful of Ryans ass while slipping a finger inside his hole. With Ray having perfect grip on Ryan as he was bobbing his head on his dick and David fingering Ryan slightly hairy hole, they walked out of the foyer and into the living room where Chris Hemsworth had Jason on his back with his ankles crossed behind his head moaning like a bitch as Chris was pounding into his now leaking hole like a a jack hammer.... Jason- (Moaning) Ooooh my GOD! Fuck me baby! Ah! Give me that hammer! Make me your bitch, Odinson. Chris- You already are. Aren't you? Jason- (Moaning) Oh yes daddy! Fuck me daddy, FUCK ME HARDER! As if it were possible Chris started fucking into the Adonis beneath him with even more force, the slapping of flesh getting louder as the three men continued on. Glancing at the kitchen Pratt was laying in the swing mounted to the ceiling with Pine on top of him riding his dick as fast as he could all while reaching forward and fingering Pratts hole... Pratt- Fuck yea. Ride that dick like you love it. Pine just kept on riding and moaning as he fingered the beefy man beneath him. The trio continued to the backroom where they were surprised to see Jai Courtney face down ass up moaning as Hugh shoved a huge dildo inside his arched up ass all while Jay stood over Jai with his ass being devoured by Hugh... Jay- Mmm eat that ass boy. Jai- Ah! Ah! Ah! It fucking hurts. Hugh- Relax. You'll like it soon enough. Just take it like a man. Jai kept screaming out in a mixture of pain and slight pleasure as Hugh continued a cycle of taking the entire thing out slowly leaving in the head, then shoving it in as hard as he could. Jay on the other had was moaning out sweet nothings in spanish with the only clear word being "papi", while he rocked back against Hughs face trying to get as much of his talented tongue as he could. The way he was laying on Jai his dick was layed perfectly on his back so that everytime he rocked back for Hugh the friction was teasing him dick... Hugh- Hmm i think you're ready. Here fuck him with this til he's moaning like a bitch instead of screaming like one. Jay- Fuck, ok. Promise you'll bury that tongue of your's back up this ass? Hugh- Absolutely. As Hugh backed up Jay slid down to his knees then leaned foward on his elbows to play with the dildo in his costars ass. While Jai continued his screaming Jay looked back at Hugh... Jay- (Smiling) More tongue please? Hugh- Gladly. To Jays surprise, Hugh shoved his dick balls deep into his tight wet near virgin hole. But shockingly he just moaned... Jay- (Moaning) Oooooooooohhhh fuck. Mmmm shit that feels so big in my ass. All you hadda do was say you wanted to fuck me papi. Hugh just started stroking his ass while Jay bounced back on the dick inside him moaning at the hard thrust causing the ripples and waves in his meaty ass cheeks. On the bed Henry was hog tied laying on his stomach with Chris standing next to the bed fucking his face at he smacked his ass with a studded paddle. With every slap on his ass he'd moan with a mouthful of dick as his muscular ass cheeks turned bright red beneath the light dusting of hair that covered the. As they walked towards the balcony Ryan was hanging low enough to get a perfect look a Chris' beat red hole that was dripping cum down his leg. He was ready for his hole to look exactly the same. The trio of men made their way onto the balcony and headed straight for the jacuzzi. Ray put Ryan down right in the center and kissed him while David went behind him and started kissing his neck. Ryan just pulled them as close as he could grinding his dick against Ray and his ass against Davids dick. Ray guided them to the stairs where he stood so Ryan was eye level with his rock hard dick... Ryan- Did i mention I don't have a gag reflex? Ray- So why arent my balls resting on your chin right now? Ryan- Thats a really hot way to put...OH MY GOD! His sentence was cut off by his moans as he wasnt expecting the long thick tongue in his ass right now. Just as he was getting ready to run his mouth again his mouth was filled with Rays dick. After what he had just been told he had no reason at all to take it easy on him, burying his dick down his throat until his hairy balls were resting again Ryans chin. Back in the foyer, Anthony Mackie walked forward with Sebastian Stan.... Anthony- What you thinking about? Sebastian- If we should take one to share or one a piece? Anthony- Damn good question. Before they could speak, all the Batman actors came forward all at once... Ben- What about four? Sebastian and Anthony both glanced at each other and giggled... Sebastian- Well I've always wanted to see what Big Ben would feel like inside me and the kids lips look perfect to be wrapped around my dick. Anthony walked up to Christian Bale and Robert Pattinson, grabbing them both by the ass... Anthony- Guess that leaves me with one of these asses on my dick and the other on my face. You know Twilight, I've always wondered if you kept it clean or if it was hairy. Robert- (Chuckles) See for yourself Anthony- Don't mind if i do. He took that chance to run his fingers down Roberts ass finding a fuzzy trail that continued past his puckered hole... Anthony- Nice. Im gonna have fun with you. Christian- And me? Anthony- Oh i promise I'll have you begging for my dick in no time. Anthony led the way out of the room with Sebastian behind him. In the first room all four men were met with the sight of Jason now on the left side of the room on his knees with his ass to the ground swallowing the large dildo mounted to the ground with Chris making him bend forward into the fetal position as he slid his own monster inside Jasons already stuffed hole. As Chris moaned at the feeling, Jason was screaming out inbetween high pitched moans that neither of the men expected considering how deep his voice usually is. The group of men just stood there in awe as they watched Aquaman moaning and screaming in pleasure while having his hair pulled by Thor as he drilled his tight hole alongside the large dildo occupying his hole... Chris- (Slapping his ass hard, earning a scream from Jason) That's it, mate. Who's ass is this? Jason- Yours baby! Fuck me! Chris- (Slapping his ass harder as he stops fucking him) That's not your line! Jason- Fuck that line just fuck me! Chris- (Yanking his hair and slapping his ass over and over) Not until you say the line. Jason- (As the same spot on his left ass cheek is being slapped harder and harder) "Oh please bless my fuckhole with your great and powerful hammer, so that i may know the joys of having my magnificent ass pounded by The Mighty Thor!" Chris - (Slapping his ass one more time on the bright red spot on his ass before pounding into him ass hard ass he could, both hands holding Jasons head to the floor) Thats it my little King-bitch. Anthony- (Leaking precum at the site of Chris making Jason his bitch) Well damn im not even sure i wanna leave this show. Robert- Agreed Sebastian- Looks like we can get a good view from that couch right there. David- Well can we stop talking and just do it. I'd like to have your dick in my mouth now. Ben- Eager kid. Christian- Can't say i blame him. (Reaching over and fisting Sebastians dick) It's pretty appetizing. Sebastian- Hey Ant, we're sharing right? Anthony- Dont we always? Sebastian- We didn't share Tom. Anthony- It was a train so technically we did. Sebastian- You walked in on the end though so does it really count? Anthony- Yes. Robert- Umm guys can we get to the couch now? Anthony & Sebastian- Right. All of the men made their way over to the couch together and plopped down. Anthony grabbed an 8in vibrating dildo that was on the table before being thrown back against the couch by Christian who attacked his lips with his own, while Robert got on the couch on his knees swallowing Anthonys thick leaking meat stick applying the skills he had been perfecting in the dressing rooms with all off his Twilight costars throughout the entire series. Next to them David was laying on his back stroking his dick while he sucked and licked on Sebastians dick who was kneeling over top of him snacking on Roberts lilly white fuzzy ass while Ben was behind Sebastian feasting on his ass while he rubbed and squeezed the fuzzy ass cheeks Sebastian was sharing with his MCU fuck buddies. On the other side Anthony had Christian biting on his nipples as he shoved the dildo in his ass slowly, then removed it, before shoving it back in slowly teasing the idea of being filled with the nice thick man meat Anthony was having polished by the newest member to take on the cowl. Elsewhere in the villa, Chris Pratt was sitting in the sex swing choking on the on the dick in his mouth while having the cum dripping from his dick slurped up by Pine, who spit some of the nut on his two fingers before shoving them knuckle deep into Pratts tight ass. In the room, Hugh now had Jai bent over the couch drilling his ass as if the long high pitched drawn out moans were turning him on. Right next to him, Hugh had Jay on his back holding his knees to his chest as he twisted and turned the dildo in and out of his ass making him yell out sweet nothings in spanish. Back on the bed Henry Cavil was tied spread eagle his hands and ankles bound to the headboard, leaving his hole perfectly open for Chris Evans who was fucking him like a jack hammer making Henry beg Chris to take it easy. Chris on the other hand did the opposite and pounded into Henry even harder with a smile on his face getting more turned on by the twisted mix of pain and pleasure he felt having his spot jabbed and his tight hole stretched open by Chris. Out in the jacuzzi, Ray had Ryan bouncing up and down riding his dick like a pogo stick with his face buried in Davids meaty ass eating his ass like it was his only meal for the day. David was in a daze moaning to the clouds having his hole feasted on with his dick revived the best throat massage from Ryan who tongued the meat in his mouth wherever he could reach. Ryan hummed around Davids thick man meat as his spot was repeatedly jammed by Rays dick as he bounced on it. Back in the foyer Idris had enough standing around... Idris- Aye you know what i was in the MCU before a lot of you so screw this. No ones picking me im doing the damn choosing. He stepped forward and went straight up to Michael B Jordan and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him close... Michael- I was hoping you'd pick me. I been wanting a shot at that ass for a while now. Idris- Keep hoping. Idris gripped Michael exposed ass sliding a finger between the firm meaty cheeks and ran it across his hole making Michael shiver and gasp as Idris teased his tight hole.... Idris- No way you're a virgin. Michael- Might as well be. Idris- This is gonna be fun. As Idris began to turn and leave he stopped in his tracks and pointed into the line of stars... Idris- You too. You're gonna help me properly turn this bitch-to-be out. Chadwick- (Walking up to him) I tried once. He whines too much. Idris- Thats ok. His whining will be music to my ears. Idris grabbed Chadwick by his ass and pulled him close, copping a feel of the soft mounds of flesh hanging out of his costume... Idris- Nice and soft. Chadwick- Feels a lot better drilling into something soft. Idris smiled at him as he led them into the next room, grabbing a vibrating butt plug off a nearby table. All three men took a moment to enjoy the view of the DC/Marvel orgy happening. Chadwick and Michael both were fixated on Jason Momoa as his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Chris drilled his ass along side the floor mounted dildo... Chris- Oh yes. Here it comes. Jason- Please fill my hole with your mighty seed, my King. Chris pushed Jason off the dildo before thrusting back inside him then screamed out as he shot his load straight into Jason who just moaned deeply at the feeling of the sticky warm liquid filling him up. Chadwick was so lost in the sights he was completely caught off guard by Idris who was sliding the buttplug between his lips. Not taking his eyes off of the two hottest hunks in Hollywood he sucked on the toy coating it with spit. Chris grabbed a buttplug off the floor and replaced it with his dick letting only a few drops of his cum out of Jason. Then as Jason just layed there to catch his breath before a drop of cum hit his cheek, he looked up to find Chris standing over him with his hands on his hips and his mighty hammer semi hard and coated in cum... Chris- My mighty hammer needs a cleaning. Jason- (Exhausted) No....problem....my King. Just like that Jason found himself in the very familiar position on his knee servicing Chris' cock and enjoying every bit... Chris- Thats it. You're such a good little bitch. May even have a nice reward for you. Over on the couch, Robert was bouncing up and down on Anthony's dick riding him like a cowboy while Anthony was laying on his back with Christian sitting on his chest still taking the dildo and loving it as he moaned while making out with Robert. Anthony himself was making out with his best friend Sebastian Spiderman style as he moaned in his mouth at the feeling of having his dick buried down Davids throat as his ass was drilled by Ben Affleck. Idris dragged his two men away from the sight, catching a glimpse of Chris Pratt in the swing having whipped cream sucked off his nipples by Pine as his slowly fucked him in the kitchen. To their right an empty bedroom was waiting for them, upon entering they discovered a harness hanging from the ceiling with foot restraints on the floor as well as wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling. Idris smiled to himself as he slapped both men on the ass.... Idris- Who's first? Chadwick- Let me. Idris- Fine. You (gripping Michaels ass hard), strap yourself into the harness. Michael- Ok. Idris- (Grips his ass again this time forcing a firm finger in his ass making Michael bite into his shoulder) Its "Big Daddy" today. Got it, bitch? Michael- (Whining) Yes, Big Daddy. Idris- That's better. Now go. As Michael did what he was told, Idris takes the vibrating plug from Chadwick... Idris- Bend over. Without a word, Chadwick turned his back to Idris and bent over presenting his hole to Idris. Idris- So obedient. (Swats his ass) So soft yet firm. He pressed the plug against his hole allowing it to sink into Chadwicks ass, who moaned softly at the intrusion. Before he stood up straight up it was set to maximum vibration making him start moaning even more as his reattached himself to Idris' side grinding against him as he kissed and sucked on his neck. Idris however had his eyes fixated on Michaels phat, muscled ass cheeks, and his tight hole as he strapped himself in, leaving only one wrist unbound.... Idris- (Licks his lips) Let's have some fun boys. Back in the foyer, Winston Duke stepped forward but before he can choose Ezra came forth... Ezra- Alright big guy. I know my dick is huge but don't expect me to take it easy on you. Beside you look like you can take it just fine. Winston- Oh i can. (Ezra smiled) But i won't. As Ezras faced dropped he was scooped up and tossed over the much larger mans shoulder.... Ezra- Hey put me down. I don't get fucked okay? Winston rubbed Ezra hole finding it to be extremely tight.... Winston- Well time to change that, virgin? Ezra continued to complain as Winston carried him through the villa. He was able to catch a glimpse of Thor sitting on Aquamans face, playing with his nipples while he had his ass ate. He also saw Amthony Mackie having his phat ass fucked by Sebastian, who was taking Ben, who was having a dildo thrusted inside him by David, while Robert rode Anthony's face, and sucked Christians dick. Winston saw his fellow Black Panther costars with Idris and entered the room. He was turned on immediately at the sight of Micheal in a harness with his wrists strapped up as well as his ankles, spreading his ass wide open which was perfect for Idris who had his face deep inbetween the ass cheeks Winston fantasized about during filming. As he reached the bed he noticed the toy in Chadwicks ass as he was sucking Idris' huge dick. With his dick brick hard now he threw Ezra on the bed with his head hanging off and right below his dangling dickhead.... Ezra- Look maybe we can work something ou.... Winston took advantage of his open mouth and forced his phat dick into Ezras mouth. He held both on his hands to his chest as he face fucked Ezra slowly allowing him to get used to having a dick that rivaled his own buried in his throat. Ezra probably had Winston beat by inch or so but Winston was at least two times as thick, and Ezra was damn near choking on it. Tears began running down his face as he tried to get used to having the huge piece shoved down his throat... Winston- Thats it just relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You'll be swallowing the whole like a good little bitch. Ezra couldnt deny how much it was turning him on be dominated, especially once he found himself stroking his hard dick furiously as he sucked the monstrous cock being thrusted into his throat. Winston even grabbed Ezras hands off his dick and held them on his chest again as he fucked his face. Back in the foyer Tom Holland stepped forward and smiled... Tom- I kinda gotta thing going with Ryan so im gonna need more than two BBCs. (Turning around showing off his web covered lilly white ass) Any takers? Just like that he had Jordan Hallway kissing his neck with one ass cheek in his hand, Keiynan kissing the other side while squeezing the other cheek, Jovian sucking his nipples and palming his hard on, with Will Smith shoving his tongue down his throat.... Keiynan- Should we pick him up? Jordan- Might as well. Tom- Let's go wherever Ryan is. I want to make him watch. They each threw an arm around their necks as they lifted the twink by his legs, carrying him through the room. On their way through the front room they were treated to the sight of Chris Hemsworth on his knees in the chair arching his muscular buns in the air while Jason was eating his ass and stroking his dick coating it with his own precum. In front of Chris, Henry Cavil was playing with his nipples as he bucked his hips thrusting his dick in Chris' mouth. Over on the couch was the sexiest reverse oreo they've ever seen with Anthony Mackie moaning into the mouth of Chris Evans as they made out while Anthony fucked him as hard as he could while Sebestian Stan was behind him thrusting into Anthony phat ass, while moaning into the mouth of Ben Affleck who was fucking his ass as hard as he could. In front of Chris was Christian who was on his knees bouncing his ass back on to "Americas dick" and sucking Davids dick. In the kitchen Chris Pine was on his back moaning loudly and slapping Pratts ass as he rode his dick like reverse cowgirl style yelling out in immense pleasure. In the room to the right Michael B Jordan was whining through high pitched moans as he was having his ass long stroked by Idris who snapped his hips everytime he had about half of his dick inside him making Michael scream as he had his hole streched and stroked. Chadwick was in front of Michael bouncing his soft ass back on Michaels hard dick, moaning deeply. On the bed, Ezra Miller was deep throating Winston while Winston picked him up and feasted on his tight hairy asshole. In back room Hugh Jackman had Jay sitting in a chair while he sat on his dick making out with him while a moaning Jai bounced his lilly white ass on his dick. Then finally out on the balcony Ryan was moaning with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was still riding Ray but this time David was fucking Ryans hole along side Rays dick stretching Ryan like he wants. The boys laid Tom on a chair and immediately Will had his dick buried down Toms throat, while Jovian stripped away his thongs and sucked his dick, while Jordan was eating Toms tight hole with his boyfriend sucking his leaking hard on. In the foyer the men had enough waiting and began to devour each other. Marshalla Ali was on his knees feasting on Tylers juicy ass while Cress Williams began to slide his hard dick inside his tight ass, making him moan into Tylers ass. Rick had Grant sucking his dick all while he was having his hairy pink hole filled by Daves thick cock while he kissed and sucked on his neck. Mike Colter had the Amell cousins to himself with both of the taking turns sucking his thick dick head while the other licked and sucked the long shaft, with Jared Leto behind him having his way with his phat ass and tight hole lapping it up. Cameron was having his face fucked by Jon while he had his ass ate by Charlie Cox who was boucing back on Zachary Levis cock. Jake was on his knees with Nicks dick in his mouth and Brandons in his ass. Bradley was fucking Adam like his life depending on it making more noise than anyone. Vin Diesal was on his back having his hole drilled by Manu while sucking Joes dick as he took Henry Simmons huge dick doggie style. Throughout the night the men swapped loads and partners as much as they could sucking, licking, kissing, and fucking any and everyway possible. To top of the night the men created a fucking line with Henry Cavil and Chris Evan in the center bouncing their asses on a huge double ended dildo with Chris Hemsworth getting his dick sucked by Henry and Jason fucking Chris' face with Idris capping off one end and Winston on the other. END OF THE STORY I HOPED EVERYONE ENJOYED IT. SORRY ABOUT THE RUSHED ENDED BUT ITS MOSTLY BECAUSE IM EXCITED TO MOVE ON TO MORE EXCITING STORIES. FOR CLUES READ MY OLD STORIES Puppy Love & Damned Teen Wold Diaries of Twilight. DONATE TO NIFTY AND I HOPE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS STORY. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2019 13:51:40 -0400
From: Devyn Davis <[email protected]>
Subject: Elseworld Orgy Ch 3
100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!
In case you need to search the actors:
[Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert
Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade,
Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu
Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell,
Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales,
Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David
Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway]
[Also including: Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Hugh Jackman,
Ryan Reynolds, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Chadwick Boseman, Michael B
Jordan, Winston Duke, Tom Holland, Jake Gyllenhaal, Bradley Cooper, Dave
Bautista, Vin Diesal, Charlie Cox, Mike Colter, Marshalla Ali, Jon
Berthnal, and Henry Simmons]
Ch.3:
[Third Person POV]
The room full of actors was almost at a stand still. Almost as if they were
all waiting for the other to make the first move. It wasnt like they were
nervous but instead just so excited about the amount of possibilities in
front of them. Out of nowhere Chris Evans decides to make the first move
and steps into the space between them. He makes his way to the crowd of DC
actors and grabs none other than Henry Cavil by his rock hard member and
leads him out of the foyer. Pretty soon Chris was grabbed by Henry who
picked him up and threw his legs around his waist as they made out with
each other until they reached the back room where Henry threw him on the
bed and turned him on his stomach...
Henry- Wow. So thats Americas ass.
He didnt even let the other man get a word in before sinking his monster
meat inside Chris' tight muscle butt. Chris just spread his legs and arched
his ass while he was taken by the bigger actor. Back in the foyer, Chris
Hemsworth quickly made his way over to Jason and made out with him causing
everyone to yell and whistle at the sight of the two god like men go at it.
Jason was palming Chris' huge cock through his thong as Chris fondled
Jasons meaty bare ass with one hand and tangled his free hand in Jasons
hair before using it like a leash and pulling him into the living room. As
Chris sat in the chair he pulled Jason down to his knees. Getting the hint
Jason unzipped his briefs and fished out the thick long jungle snake the
aussie actor was famous for and licked it clean before choking down as much
of it as he could...
Chris- Thats it. Eyes up gorgeous.
Jason opened his eyes and looked at Chris as he continued to work his
tongue and lips on the dick. He fisted his own monster while he practically
choked on the one in his mouth and attempting to swallow even more of it.
Jason always found Chris to be extremely sexy and fantasized about having
his way with "Thor" since his topless scene in the first Thor film. Now
having him look him right in his eyes and moaning as he pleased him was
everything he can dream of....
Chris- Yes that's it. Suck it like you want it buried deep in that glorious
ass of yours.
Chris guided his head further onto his dick with the hand in the hair while
Jason gagged but never pulled off but instead did his best to breath
through his nose and relax his throat. Back in the foyer Chris Pratt walked
up and took a moment to decide, but before he could Chris Pine stepped
forward and kissed him while grabbing his crotch...
Pratt- Yea. You'll do.
Chris slapped the other on his ass as the walked off into the living room.
As they passed Jason on his knees he now had the entire length of the man
meat he was gagging on minutes ago in his mouth and sucking as if it was
his only job in the world. Pratt swatted Jasons perfect ass on the way
past...
Pratt- I'll definitely have to try that one.
Pine- Not until you try me.
They made their way into the kitchen where Pine climbed onto the counter
spreading his ass for Pratt. While he waited he could hear moaning down the
hall guessing it was Henry having his way with "America's Ass". Pratt
finally decided on a chocolate syrup and whipped cream then brought them
over to the counter. He took a moment to take in the sight of the elder
actor spread eagle for him his pink hole puckered and ready to be feasted
on. He grabbed the chocolate syrup and drizzled it at the top of his ass
crack allowing it to cascade down and surround his hole. Then he took the
whipped cream and sprayed it directly on his hole, before licking his lips
and going to town on the snack in front of him. Back in the foyer Hugh
Jackman stepped forward and walked straight up to Jai Courtney and kissed
him...
Jay- Hey buddy. This ass (Slapping Jai on his pert ass cheek) is mine.
Where ever it goes I go.
Hugh- (Stopping the kiss) Did you think I'd have a problem with that?
Jay couldn't even reply before Hugh was shoving his tongue into his mouth
and taking hold of his ass. He grabbed Jai by his ass as well and pulled
them close, all three of their hard dicks pressed against each other as
they all three made out and walked out of the room. Jai and Jay were both
kissing Hugh on his neck and chest as they walked towards the back room. On
their way Hugh was shocked to see macho hunk Jason straddling Chris and
bouncing his meaty ass onto the phat Australian footlong Hemsworth was
packing, while Chris parted and smacked his ass making Jason scream out...
Jason- YES I LOVE THE MIGHTY THORS HAMMER!!!
Hugh couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Chris just smile and groan
through his teeth. As they passed the kitchen Hugh saw both Chris's on top
of the counter, Pine was licking whipped cream off of Pratts super thick
7in member while Pratt had his face buried in the other Chris' ass. Both of
them far too into each other to notice the trio passing by. They heard
moaning and a good fucking happening down the hall and Hugh was curious,
and horny, to catch the action. Entering the back room they were all three
stopped in their tracks at the sight of Chris Evans in a swing knees to his
chest with Henry long stroking his tight entrance and snapping his hips
forward when he was only halfway inside, shoving the rest of it deeper
inside him everytime earning the sexiest moans any of them ever heard. Hugh
couldnt decide where to look watching the two men in front of him, both
dripping with sweat, he watched as a few drops rolled down Henrys back then
get lost inbetween his sculpted ass cheeks in his fuzzy ass crack. Chris
held his eyes closed, and sung his sweet praises out loud as he enjoyed
having his pretty pink hole stuffed balls deep inside him with precision.
Not wanting to take his eyes off the show, Hugh grabbed both DC actors by
the throat, made them face each other in front of him before forcing them
to their knees...
Hugh- Lets get to it boys. You (to Jai), you get the front and if i feel
any teeth ill find the largest butt plug in this place and make you sit on
it in the corner while your boyfriend here gets me all to himself. Got it?
Jai- Yes sir.
Hugh- And you papi chulo, you better make sure this ass is properly slicked
with your spit before you even think of putting that thing inside me or ill
use that butt plug on you instead. We clear?
Jay- Yes sir.
Hugh- Good then.
Hugh moved between them spreading his legs wide and arching his ass back
for Jay...
Hugh- Dig in boys.
Both men immediately started to ravage the older hunk on display between
them. Jai wasted no time choking down Hughs cock, trying to suck out as
much of the leaking precum as he could. He himself couldnt believe how
quick one dicking turned him from a dominant top to a cock craving
submissive but here he was lips firmly wrapped around his favorite X-Men
actors cock and trying to slurp the precum from it like a drink through a
straw all while the moans from Hugh was music to his ears knowing he was
pleasing him. Making sure not to forget the one responsible for his
newfound cock craving Jai blindly reached out in front of him and grabbed
Jays hard dick and began jerking it. On his end Jay was lost between Hughs
firm cheeks. Almost everyone knew Hughs body was almost completely all
muscle but Jay was amazed at how tight his body was for a man his age. He
was also surprised seeing as how Hugh had hair everywhere else on his body,
making him the sexiest Wolf at the party, except his hole. Even his ass
cheeks were covered in dusting of hair but the most private area was as
clean as can be and Jay was in love with it. He kissed it, licked it,
sucked on it, all before spreading his cheeks as open as possible and
digging his tongue in as far as it would go. Hugh was having the time of
his life with the talented mouths going to work on him reminding him of his
adventures behind the scenes making the X-Men films. He grabbed Jays head
and forced it deeper into his ass and did the same to Jai as he rocked back
in forth between them. Back in the foyer, Ryan Reynolds stepped forward...
Ryan- Well i guess since Wolverine got two bottoms i guess ill have to top
him by getting two tops. Any volunteers?
Both David Ramsey and Ray Fisher steps forward, both with thick hard dicks
swing between their legs...
Ryan- Oouu I love BBCs. I gotta warn you though, my blowjobs have been
known to put men to sleep.
David- I wouldnt worry about that if I were you.
Ryan- What should i worry about then?
Ray- How much its gonna hurt when you got both of these dick balls deep in
that tight white ass of yours.
Ryan- Baby this ass hasnt been tight since Wesley Snipes and Triple H made
me their gimp for the entire filming of Blade Trinity.
Ray- I think i got something for that smart ass mouth.
Ryan- Let me guess is it...
Before he could finish his sentence, Ray picked Ryan up and flipped him so
that he was eye level with dick. David grabbed Rays dick and shoved it in
Ryans mouth, who immediately started swallowimg it up....
David- So where we doing this at?
Ray- Lets hope nobody claimed the jacuzzi yet.
David grabbed a handful of Ryans ass while slipping a finger inside his
hole. With Ray having perfect grip on Ryan as he was bobbing his head on
his dick and David fingering Ryan slightly hairy hole, they walked out of
the foyer and into the living room where Chris Hemsworth had Jason on his
back with his ankles crossed behind his head moaning like a bitch as Chris
was pounding into his now leaking hole like a a jack hammer....
Jason- (Moaning) Ooooh my GOD! Fuck me baby! Ah! Give me that hammer! Make
me your bitch, Odinson.
Chris- You already are. Aren't you?
Jason- (Moaning) Oh yes daddy! Fuck me daddy, FUCK ME HARDER!
As if it were possible Chris started fucking into the Adonis beneath him
with even more force, the slapping of flesh getting louder as the three men
continued on. Glancing at the kitchen Pratt was laying in the swing mounted
to the ceiling with Pine on top of him riding his dick as fast as he could
all while reaching forward and fingering Pratts hole...
Pratt- Fuck yea. Ride that dick like you love it.
Pine just kept on riding and moaning as he fingered the beefy man beneath
him. The trio continued to the backroom where they were surprised to see
Jai Courtney face down ass up moaning as Hugh shoved a huge dildo inside
his arched up ass all while Jay stood over Jai with his ass being devoured
by Hugh...
Jay- Mmm eat that ass boy.
Jai- Ah! Ah! Ah! It fucking hurts.
Hugh- Relax. You'll like it soon enough. Just take it like a man.
Jai kept screaming out in a mixture of pain and slight pleasure as Hugh
continued a cycle of taking the entire thing out slowly leaving in the
head, then shoving it in as hard as he could. Jay on the other had was
moaning out sweet nothings in spanish with the only clear word being
"papi", while he rocked back against Hughs face trying to get as much of
his talented tongue as he could. The way he was laying on Jai his dick was
layed perfectly on his back so that everytime he rocked back for Hugh the
friction was teasing him dick...
Hugh- Hmm i think you're ready. Here fuck him with this til he's moaning
like a bitch instead of screaming like one.
Jay- Fuck, ok. Promise you'll bury that tongue of your's back up this ass?
Hugh- Absolutely.
As Hugh backed up Jay slid down to his knees then leaned foward on his
elbows to play with the dildo in his costars ass. While Jai continued his
screaming Jay looked back at Hugh...
Jay- (Smiling) More tongue please?
Hugh- Gladly.
To Jays surprise, Hugh shoved his dick balls deep into his tight wet near
virgin hole. But shockingly he just moaned...
Jay- (Moaning) Oooooooooohhhh fuck. Mmmm shit that feels so big in my ass.
All you hadda do was say you wanted to fuck me papi.
Hugh just started stroking his ass while Jay bounced back on the dick
inside him moaning at the hard thrust causing the ripples and waves in his
meaty ass cheeks. On the bed Henry was hog tied laying on his stomach with
Chris standing next to the bed fucking his face at he smacked his ass with
a studded paddle. With every slap on his ass he'd moan with a mouthful of
dick as his muscular ass cheeks turned bright red beneath the light dusting
of hair that covered the. As they walked towards the balcony Ryan was
hanging low enough to get a perfect look a Chris' beat red hole that was
dripping cum down his leg. He was ready for his hole to look exactly the
same. The trio of men made their way onto the balcony and headed straight
for the jacuzzi. Ray put Ryan down right in the center and kissed him while
David went behind him and started kissing his neck. Ryan just pulled them
as close as he could grinding his dick against Ray and his ass against
Davids dick. Ray guided them to the stairs where he stood so Ryan was eye
level with his rock hard dick...
Ryan- Did i mention I don't have a gag reflex?
Ray- So why arent my balls resting on your chin right now?
Ryan- Thats a really hot way to put...OH MY GOD!
His sentence was cut off by his moans as he wasnt expecting the long thick
tongue in his ass right now. Just as he was getting ready to run his mouth
again his mouth was filled with Rays dick. After what he had just been told
he had no reason at all to take it easy on him, burying his dick down his
throat until his hairy balls were resting again Ryans chin. Back in the
foyer, Anthony Mackie walked forward with Sebastian Stan....
Anthony- What you thinking about?
Sebastian- If we should take one to share or one a piece?
Anthony- Damn good question.
Before they could speak, all the Batman actors came forward all at once...
Ben- What about four?
Sebastian and Anthony both glanced at each other and giggled...
Sebastian- Well I've always wanted to see what Big Ben would feel like
inside me and the kids lips look perfect to be wrapped around my dick.
Anthony walked up to Christian Bale and Robert Pattinson, grabbing them
both by the ass...
Anthony- Guess that leaves me with one of these asses on my dick and the
other on my face. You know Twilight, I've always wondered if you kept it
clean or if it was hairy.
Robert- (Chuckles) See for yourself
Anthony- Don't mind if i do.
He took that chance to run his fingers down Roberts ass finding a fuzzy
trail that continued past his puckered hole...
Anthony- Nice. Im gonna have fun with you.
Christian- And me?
Anthony- Oh i promise I'll have you begging for my dick in no time.
Anthony led the way out of the room with Sebastian behind him. In the first
room all four men were met with the sight of Jason now on the left side of
the room on his knees with his ass to the ground swallowing the large dildo
mounted to the ground with Chris making him bend forward into the fetal
position as he slid his own monster inside Jasons already stuffed hole. As
Chris moaned at the feeling, Jason was screaming out inbetween high pitched
moans that neither of the men expected considering how deep his voice
usually is. The group of men just stood there in awe as they watched
Aquaman moaning and screaming in pleasure while having his hair pulled by
Thor as he drilled his tight hole alongside the large dildo occupying his
hole...
Chris- (Slapping his ass hard, earning a scream from Jason) That's it,
mate. Who's ass is this?
Jason- Yours baby! Fuck me!
Chris- (Slapping his ass harder as he stops fucking him) That's not your
line!
Jason- Fuck that line just fuck me!
Chris- (Yanking his hair and slapping his ass over and over) Not until you
say the line.
Jason- (As the same spot on his left ass cheek is being slapped harder and
harder) "Oh please bless my fuckhole with your great and powerful hammer,
so that i may know the joys of having my magnificent ass pounded by The
Mighty Thor!"
Chris - (Slapping his ass one more time on the bright red spot on his ass
before pounding into him ass hard ass he could, both hands holding Jasons
head to the floor) Thats it my little King-bitch.
Anthony- (Leaking precum at the site of Chris making Jason his bitch) Well
damn im not even sure i wanna leave this show.
Robert- Agreed
Sebastian- Looks like we can get a good view from that couch right there.
David- Well can we stop talking and just do it. I'd like to have your dick
in my mouth now.
Ben- Eager kid.
Christian- Can't say i blame him. (Reaching over and fisting Sebastians
dick) It's pretty appetizing.
Sebastian- Hey Ant, we're sharing right?
Anthony- Dont we always?
Sebastian- We didn't share Tom.
Anthony- It was a train so technically we did.
Sebastian- You walked in on the end though so does it really count?
Anthony- Yes.
Robert- Umm guys can we get to the couch now?
Anthony & Sebastian- Right.
All of the men made their way over to the couch together and plopped down.
Anthony grabbed an 8in vibrating dildo that was on the table before being
thrown back against the couch by Christian who attacked his lips with his
own, while Robert got on the couch on his knees swallowing Anthonys thick
leaking meat stick applying the skills he had been perfecting in the
dressing rooms with all off his Twilight costars throughout the entire
series. Next to them David was laying on his back stroking his dick while
he sucked and licked on Sebastians dick who was kneeling over top of him
snacking on Roberts lilly white fuzzy ass while Ben was behind Sebastian
feasting on his ass while he rubbed and squeezed the fuzzy ass cheeks
Sebastian was sharing with his MCU fuck buddies. On the other side Anthony
had Christian biting on his nipples as he shoved the dildo in his ass
slowly, then removed it, before shoving it back in slowly teasing the idea
of being filled with the nice thick man meat Anthony was having polished by
the newest member to take on the cowl. Elsewhere in the villa, Chris Pratt
was sitting in the sex swing choking on the on the dick in his mouth while
having the cum dripping from his dick slurped up by Pine, who spit some of
the nut on his two fingers before shoving them knuckle deep into Pratts
tight ass. In the room, Hugh now had Jai bent over the couch drilling his
ass as if the long high pitched drawn out moans were turning him on. Right
next to him, Hugh had Jay on his back holding his knees to his chest as he
twisted and turned the dildo in and out of his ass making him yell out
sweet nothings in spanish. Back on the bed Henry Cavil was tied spread
eagle his hands and ankles bound to the headboard, leaving his hole
perfectly open for Chris Evans who was fucking him like a jack hammer
making Henry beg Chris to take it easy. Chris on the other hand did the
opposite and pounded into Henry even harder with a smile on his face
getting more turned on by the twisted mix of pain and pleasure he felt
having his spot jabbed and his tight hole stretched open by Chris. Out in
the jacuzzi, Ray had Ryan bouncing up and down riding his dick like a pogo
stick with his face buried in Davids meaty ass eating his ass like it was
his only meal for the day. David was in a daze moaning to the clouds having
his hole feasted on with his dick revived the best throat massage from Ryan
who tongued the meat in his mouth wherever he could reach. Ryan hummed
around Davids thick man meat as his spot was repeatedly jammed by Rays dick
as he bounced on it. Back in the foyer Idris had enough standing around...
Idris- Aye you know what i was in the MCU before a lot of you so screw
this. No ones picking me im doing the damn choosing.
He stepped forward and went straight up to Michael B Jordan and grabbed him
by the neck, pulling him close...
Michael- I was hoping you'd pick me. I been wanting a shot at that ass for
a while now.
Idris- Keep hoping.
Idris gripped Michael exposed ass sliding a finger between the firm meaty
cheeks and ran it across his hole making Michael shiver and gasp as Idris
teased his tight hole....
Idris- No way you're a virgin.
Michael- Might as well be.
Idris- This is gonna be fun.
As Idris began to turn and leave he stopped in his tracks and pointed into
the line of stars...
Idris- You too. You're gonna help me properly turn this bitch-to-be out.
Chadwick- (Walking up to him) I tried once. He whines too much.
Idris- Thats ok. His whining will be music to my ears.
Idris grabbed Chadwick by his ass and pulled him close, copping a feel of
the soft mounds of flesh hanging out of his costume...
Idris- Nice and soft.
Chadwick- Feels a lot better drilling into something soft.
Idris smiled at him as he led them into the next room, grabbing a vibrating
butt plug off a nearby table. All three men took a moment to enjoy the view
of the DC/Marvel orgy happening. Chadwick and Michael both were fixated on
Jason Momoa as his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Chris drilled
his ass along side the floor mounted dildo...
Chris- Oh yes. Here it comes.
Jason- Please fill my hole with your mighty seed, my King.
Chris pushed Jason off the dildo before thrusting back inside him then
screamed out as he shot his load straight into Jason who just moaned deeply
at the feeling of the sticky warm liquid filling him up. Chadwick was so
lost in the sights he was completely caught off guard by Idris who was
sliding the buttplug between his lips. Not taking his eyes off of the two
hottest hunks in Hollywood he sucked on the toy coating it with spit. Chris
grabbed a buttplug off the floor and replaced it with his dick letting only
a few drops of his cum out of Jason. Then as Jason just layed there to
catch his breath before a drop of cum hit his cheek, he looked up to find
Chris standing over him with his hands on his hips and his mighty hammer
semi hard and coated in cum...
Chris- My mighty hammer needs a cleaning.
Jason- (Exhausted) No....problem....my King.
Just like that Jason found himself in the very familiar position on his
knee servicing Chris' cock and enjoying every bit...
Chris- Thats it. You're such a good little bitch. May even have a nice
reward for you.
Over on the couch, Robert was bouncing up and down on Anthony's dick riding
him like a cowboy while Anthony was laying on his back with Christian
sitting on his chest still taking the dildo and loving it as he moaned
while making out with Robert. Anthony himself was making out with his best
friend Sebastian Spiderman style as he moaned in his mouth at the feeling
of having his dick buried down Davids throat as his ass was drilled by Ben
Affleck. Idris dragged his two men away from the sight, catching a glimpse
of Chris Pratt in the swing having whipped cream sucked off his nipples by
Pine as his slowly fucked him in the kitchen. To their right an empty
bedroom was waiting for them, upon entering they discovered a harness
hanging from the ceiling with foot restraints on the floor as well as wrist
restraints hanging from the ceiling. Idris smiled to himself as he slapped
both men on the ass....
Idris- Who's first?
Chadwick- Let me.
Idris- Fine. You (gripping Michaels ass hard), strap yourself into the
harness.
Michael- Ok.
Idris- (Grips his ass again this time forcing a firm finger in his ass
making Michael bite into his shoulder) Its "Big Daddy" today. Got it, bitch?
Michael- (Whining) Yes, Big Daddy.
Idris- That's better. Now go.
As Michael did what he was told, Idris takes the vibrating plug from
Chadwick...
Idris- Bend over.
Without a word, Chadwick turned his back to Idris and bent over presenting
his hole to Idris.
Idris- So obedient. (Swats his ass) So soft yet firm.
He pressed the plug against his hole allowing it to sink into Chadwicks
ass, who moaned softly at the intrusion. Before he stood up straight up it
was set to maximum vibration making him start moaning even more as his
reattached himself to Idris' side grinding against him as he kissed and
sucked on his neck. Idris however had his eyes fixated on Michaels phat,
muscled ass cheeks, and his tight hole as he strapped himself in, leaving
only one wrist unbound....
Idris- (Licks his lips) Let's have some fun boys.
Back in the foyer, Winston Duke stepped forward but before he can choose
Ezra came forth...
Ezra- Alright big guy. I know my dick is huge but don't expect me to take
it easy on you. Beside you look like you can take it just fine.
Winston- Oh i can. (Ezra smiled) But i won't.
As Ezras faced dropped he was scooped up and tossed over the much larger
mans shoulder....
Ezra- Hey put me down. I don't get fucked okay?
Winston rubbed Ezra hole finding it to be extremely tight....
Winston- Well time to change that, virgin?
Ezra continued to complain as Winston carried him through the villa. He was
able to catch a glimpse of Thor sitting on Aquamans face, playing with his
nipples while he had his ass ate. He also saw Amthony Mackie having his
phat ass fucked by Sebastian, who was taking Ben, who was having a dildo
thrusted inside him by David, while Robert rode Anthony's face, and sucked
Christians dick. Winston saw his fellow Black Panther costars with Idris
and entered the room. He was turned on immediately at the sight of Micheal
in a harness with his wrists strapped up as well as his ankles, spreading
his ass wide open which was perfect for Idris who had his face deep
inbetween the ass cheeks Winston fantasized about during filming. As he
reached the bed he noticed the toy in Chadwicks ass as he was sucking
Idris' huge dick. With his dick brick hard now he threw Ezra on the bed
with his head hanging off and right below his dangling dickhead....
Ezra- Look maybe we can work something ou....
Winston took advantage of his open mouth and forced his phat dick into
Ezras mouth. He held both on his hands to his chest as he face fucked Ezra
slowly allowing him to get used to having a dick that rivaled his own
buried in his throat. Ezra probably had Winston beat by inch or so but
Winston was at least two times as thick, and Ezra was damn near choking on
it. Tears began running down his face as he tried to get used to having the
huge piece shoved down his throat...
Winston- Thats it just relax your throat and breathe through your nose.
You'll be swallowing the whole like a good little bitch.
Ezra couldnt deny how much it was turning him on be dominated, especially
once he found himself stroking his hard dick furiously as he sucked the
monstrous cock being thrusted into his throat. Winston even grabbed Ezras
hands off his dick and held them on his chest again as he fucked his face.
Back in the foyer Tom Holland stepped forward and smiled...
Tom- I kinda gotta thing going with Ryan so im gonna need more than two
BBCs. (Turning around showing off his web covered lilly white ass) Any
takers?
Just like that he had Jordan Hallway kissing his neck with one ass cheek in
his hand, Keiynan kissing the other side while squeezing the other cheek,
Jovian sucking his nipples and palming his hard on, with Will Smith shoving
his tongue down his throat....
Keiynan- Should we pick him up?
Jordan- Might as well.
Tom- Let's go wherever Ryan is. I want to make him watch.
They each threw an arm around their necks as they lifted the twink by his
legs, carrying him through the room. On their way through the front room
they were treated to the sight of Chris Hemsworth on his knees in the chair
arching his muscular buns in the air while Jason was eating his ass and
stroking his dick coating it with his own precum. In front of Chris, Henry
Cavil was playing with his nipples as he bucked his hips thrusting his dick
in Chris' mouth. Over on the couch was the sexiest reverse oreo they've
ever seen with Anthony Mackie moaning into the mouth of Chris Evans as they
made out while Anthony fucked him as hard as he could while Sebestian Stan
was behind him thrusting into Anthony phat ass, while moaning into the
mouth of Ben Affleck who was fucking his ass as hard as he could. In front
of Chris was Christian who was on his knees bouncing his ass back on to
"Americas dick" and sucking Davids dick. In the kitchen Chris Pine was on
his back moaning loudly and slapping Pratts ass as he rode his dick like
reverse cowgirl style yelling out in immense pleasure. In the room to the
right Michael B Jordan was whining through high pitched moans as he was
having his ass long stroked by Idris who snapped his hips everytime he had
about half of his dick inside him making Michael scream as he had his hole
streched and stroked. Chadwick was in front of Michael bouncing his soft
ass back on Michaels hard dick, moaning deeply. On the bed, Ezra Miller was
deep throating Winston while Winston picked him up and feasted on his tight
hairy asshole. In back room Hugh Jackman had Jay sitting in a chair while
he sat on his dick making out with him while a moaning Jai bounced his
lilly white ass on his dick. Then finally out on the balcony Ryan was
moaning with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was still riding
Ray but this time David was fucking Ryans hole along side Rays dick
stretching Ryan like he wants. The boys laid Tom on a chair and immediately
Will had his dick buried down Toms throat, while Jovian stripped away his
thongs and sucked his dick, while Jordan was eating Toms tight hole with
his boyfriend sucking his leaking hard on. In the foyer the men had enough
waiting and began to devour each other. Marshalla Ali was on his knees
feasting on Tylers juicy ass while Cress Williams began to slide his hard
dick inside his tight ass, making him moan into Tylers ass. Rick had Grant
sucking his dick all while he was having his hairy pink hole filled by
Daves thick cock while he kissed and sucked on his neck. Mike Colter had
the Amell cousins to himself with both of the taking turns sucking his
thick dick head while the other licked and sucked the long shaft, with
Jared Leto behind him having his way with his phat ass and tight hole
lapping it up. Cameron was having his face fucked by Jon while he had his
ass ate by Charlie Cox who was boucing back on Zachary Levis cock. Jake was
on his knees with Nicks dick in his mouth and Brandons in his ass. Bradley
was fucking Adam like his life depending on it making more noise than
anyone. Vin Diesal was on his back having his hole drilled by Manu while
sucking Joes dick as he took Henry Simmons huge dick doggie style.
Throughout the night the men swapped loads and partners as much as they
could sucking, licking, kissing, and fucking any and everyway possible. To
top of the night the men created a fucking line with Henry Cavil and Chris
Evan in the center bouncing their asses on a huge double ended dildo with
Chris Hemsworth getting his dick sucked by Henry and Jason fucking Chris'
face with Idris capping off one end and Winston on the other.
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Disclaimer: This file contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys and should not be read by minors or by anyone where it is prohibited by the laws of their state or country.
Author's notes: This is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show “Fuller house”. It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who doesn't know, “Ark Survival Evolved” is a game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.
Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.
I love getting feedback. If you have any thoughts on this story please send them to: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com
Chapter 1
"Max, are you still playing that game? It's been hours."
"Yes, mom."
"Don't you think you should do something else for a bit?"
Max didn't answer at first, but then he turned away from the screen. "Mom, I'm riding a Velociraptor, and I just attacked a Triceratops." He let the words hang there for a moment with the implication that there wasn’t anything else worth doing.
"Give up mom. Our little Max has dinosaurs on the brains," Jackson called from the couch. "I'm glad I never got into that."
"Oh, no. Your thing at his age was trucks." DJ said walking over to her older son. "You used to stand out in front of the house just waiting for the garbage truck to arrive. Then you would shout garbage truck, garbage truck. You were so cute."
"Mom! I was five."
DJ laughed at her eldest’s embarrassment before turning back to her middle son. "Max, I want you to take a bath so save the game and get going."
"Okay mom, as soon as I get to a safe spot." He decided not to explain ‘Ark Survival Evolved’ didn't have a save feature. His mom's knowledge on video games was a bit spotty. Still, he wasn't too far from his base. It only took a few minutes to get back and secure it. The eight-year-old boy only had the game for two days and since he had to play solo it wasn't a very impressive one, but it was his. A game where you can tame and ride dinosaurs, really it couldn't be much better. Well, it could. His mom was not letting him play online...yet.
He managed to close out the game just as his mom was walking back into the room to give him a firmer reminder. "Heading up now, mom." He said.
"Good, do you want a bubble bath?"
Max wasn't allowed to put in his own bubble bath after an incident where the bottle slipped out of his hand and fell into the tub. "Maybe just a little."
"All right, I'll be up in a minute."
Max headed upstairs. Showers are better for the environment, but he just didn't like them as much and compensated by just not bathing as often. It wasn't like he smelled like Jackson could. He stopped off at his room to grab his pajamas before heading to the bathroom and started filling the tub. His mom walked in a minute or so later to drop in some of the bubble baths and close the door behind her. Max undressed and carefully folded his clothes before ducking under the sink and grabbing his Plesiosaur. It was only a few inches long, but the little guy had been his equivalent of a rubber duck for years. Checking the water temperature, he let it fill up a little more before turning it off and climbing into the tub.
The warm water felt nice and with his legs out in front of him, the water was high enough with just his toes were sticking out. He moved the plesiosaur around letting its head pop out of the water before it disappeared into a bunch of bubbles. He moved it around imagining it was swimming in the ocean. He had heard that they were in the game or something like them, but he hadn't seen them yet. In his mind, he was riding on its back as he pushed through the water. It his mind he was in a deep dark ocean swimming down to the bottom when an even bigger predator appeared. Maybe a Megalodon, they were supposed to be sixty feet long! He imagined one of those chasing him and moved his leg up a little to create a little cave he could dive under, but the Megalodon was too fast. Desperately, he swam out to sea but that was its environment. Turning the plesiosaur around, it skimmed up his leg pretending he was trying to get into the shallows where maybe he could turn and attack it.
He slid the plesiosaur back up his kneecap over his inner thigh. The bathtub was shallow here, so it became a little cove and the perfect spot for a counterattack. He turned and started thrashing around in the water pretending he was biting the bigger shark. The thrashing causing the bubbles to move away in little waves. He twisted the plesiosaur around pretending he was attacking the Megalodon from different angles, as he did so the tail of the plesiosaur brushed up against his private area. The first time he barely noticed it. The next time, it felt a little different. In his mind, he was still doing battle. The Megalodon started to run for it. That meant it was nearly dead and he ended the fight quickly afterward.
Dropping the game, he reached for a washcloth even as he felt a little weird down below. Looking down Max saw that he was different down there. His thing was a little thicker. Taking it in his hand it seemed a bit more sensitive too. Curious, he ran his thumb along it. Even with that little touch, he felt himself get harder and it clicked in his brain. This wasn't the first time he had become hard. He remembered a few other times it had happened to him. Sliding down a railing at school, on the jungle gym and a few others. Those times it had been embarrassing and annoying in that order. With no one around and confident everyone knew how to knock before entering, he was more curious.
Using his fingertips, he pulled on some of his foreskin and while that did work a little, it wasn't much. Then he remembered how it had felt when he had slid down the pole. Using his entire right hand, he flattened it against his thing and pushed it against himself. He moved his hand up and down trying to simulate sliding down the railing and that worked. It felt nice but when he pulled his hand away to look that feeling went away even though he was a lot harder now. Max looked down at his penis for several seconds wondering why it did that? Every other time it had happened, it went back to normal after a while. After a little more examination Max squeezed his hand against it again and leaned back in the bathtub, it was a nice feeling.
Max wasn't sure how long he had done it, but he started to feel funny and after a little more time he felt like he needed to go to the bathroom. Carefully slipping out of the bathtub he stood by the toilet and waited to go but couldn't. After about a minute the feeling went away, so Max went back into the bathtub. He started to rub himself again but that feeling like he needed to pee came back. So, he slipped out again and really tried to go but couldn't squeeze out more than a few drops. Getting back into the bathtub he had an idea and started to rub himself one more time. This time when the feeling like he had to pee came again, he stayed in the tub and it went away. Not sure why it was happening he decided not to rub himself again.
With that put aside, for now, Max decided to wash up. By the time he had finished with his feet, he was soft again and went about popping all the bubbles. He slid out and drained the tub before getting dressed. Making his way downstairs he saw just about everyone was watching TV. His mom turned to him. "Hey, I was wondering if you would be my boy or a giant raisin."
Max held up his hand showing his wrinkly finger from the water. "I'm a boy, but just as sweet as a raisin." He declared, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Can I go back on the computer?"
"No, you have to go to bed soon. Come on, you can sit next to me." His mom said.
Max did so but the nature documentary didn't hold his interest. His mind wandered back to the bathtub and the strange thing he had tried out. He had questions and wondered whom he could ask. There were four males in the house including himself. Tommy and Cosmo could be great listeners, but not to turn to for advice. That left Fernando and Jackson. If he asked Fernando that would be weird since he wasn't supposed to be living here. His big brother was the only option. He was fourteen and should know about this. They shared a room, all Max had to do was ambush him before he went to bed. When the show ended, he was all too happy to go to bed but stay awake for another hour before Jackson finally wandered in.
"Jackson!" Max said.
Jackson took a step backward. "You're still up. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
Max pointed down at the bed he was sitting on. "I am in bed. Mom says I can stay up to read as long as I have all electronics off."
"Yeah, well read quietly. I am kind of tired." Jackson said climbing into his bed.
Max carefully put the book on his nightstand and slipped out of his bed to make his way over to his brother. "Jackson, I have a question."
Jackson didn't roll over. "Can it wait until tomorrow?"
"It could, but then I might chicken out. So, no."
Jackson let out a sigh and rolled onto his back. "What is it?"
Max glanced over at the door and knelt a little so he could speak in a whisper. "It's about boy stuff."
"What is it?" Jackson asked annoyed.
Max paused to wet his lips and just asked. "Does your penis ever get stiff?"
Jackson's eyes widened and he slowly sat up in bed making room for Max to sit on it. "Yeah, it's normal. Did that happen to you?"
"Why would I be asking if it didn't?" Max said before his shoulders slumped. "In the tub."
"It happens sometimes, Max. Usually, if you ignore it, it goes away after a while. If you want you can try to pack it up inside your waistband, so no one will notice if you are in public. You just got be a little careful about that." Jackson supplied.
Max had figured most of that out. Other than the waistband idea, that hadn't occurred to him. "Yeah well, I was also kind of rubbing it? It felt good, but then it felt like I had to pee."
Jackson grimaced. "Oh. That..." Jackson trailed off before sending his eyes down at the door. "I'll be straight up with you, but you didn't hear this from me, promise?"
"Cross my heart."
"Yeah," Jackson said leaning a little closer to him. "If you're ever doing it again and you start to get that feeling just keep doing it. After a while, you get a good feeling. Just don't get caught doing it."
"And I will not pee myself?"
"Would I lie to you, Max?"
"Yes, New Year's Eve."
"Okay, would I lie if there wasn't a girl involved?" Jackson clarified.
"I guess not."
Jackson laid back down preparing to go to bed. "Good night and just remember if you get caught, I didn't tell you any of this."
Max stood up. "Thanks, Jackson. Good night."
End of chapter 1.
Comments are welcomed at: samtheham2235 _at_ gmail.com | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Max Fuller's Maze Chapter 1</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><p><span size="3">Disclaimer: </span><span size="3">This file</span> contains depictions of sexual acts with preteens boys
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is a fan fiction story involving characters from the tv show “Fuller
house”. It can be read without knowing the show. There will be more
mature scenes with Max and other male characters. Also, for anyone who
doesn't know, “Ark Survival Evolved” is a game where you can tame and
ride dinosaurs. It will be a reoccurring thing.</span></p><p>Consider this taking place after the events of the first season but before the second.<br><span></span></p><p>I love getting feedback. <span size="3">If
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<p><span lang="EN-US"></span><b><span lang="EN"><br>Chapter 1</span></b><span><p>"Max, are you still playing that game? It's been hours."</p><p>"Yes, mom."</p><p>"Don't you think you should do something else for a bit?"</p><p>Max
didn't answer at first, but then he turned away from the screen. "Mom,
I'm riding a Velociraptor, and I just attacked a Triceratops." He let
the words hang there for a moment with the implication that there
wasn’t anything else worth doing.</p><p>"Give up mom. Our little Max has dinosaurs on the brains," Jackson called from the couch. "I'm glad I never got into that."</p><p>"Oh,
no. Your thing at his age was trucks." DJ said walking over to her
older son. "You used to stand out in front of the house just waiting
for the garbage truck to arrive. Then you would shout garbage truck,
garbage truck. You were so cute."</p><p>"Mom! I was five."</p><p>DJ
laughed at her eldest’s embarrassment before turning back to her middle
son. "Max, I want you to take a bath so save the game and get going."</p><p>"Okay
mom, as soon as I get to a safe spot." He decided not to explain ‘Ark
Survival Evolved’ didn't have a save feature. His mom's knowledge on
video games was a bit spotty. Still, he wasn't too far from his base.
It only took a few minutes to get back and secure it. The
eight-year-old boy only had the game for two days and since he had to
play solo it wasn't a very impressive one, but it was his. A game where
you can tame and ride dinosaurs, really it couldn't be much better.
Well, it could. His mom was not letting him play online...yet.</p><p>He
managed to close out the game just as his mom was walking back into the
room to give him a firmer reminder. "Heading up now, mom." He said.</p><p>"Good, do you want a bubble bath?"</p><p>Max
wasn't allowed to put in his own bubble bath after an incident where
the bottle slipped out of his hand and fell into the tub. "Maybe just a
little."</p><p>"All right, I'll be up in a minute."</p><p>Max headed
upstairs. Showers are better for the environment, but he just didn't
like them as much and compensated by just not bathing as often. It
wasn't like he smelled like Jackson could. He stopped off at his room
to grab his pajamas before heading to the bathroom and started filling
the tub. His mom walked in a minute or so later to drop in some of the
bubble baths and close the door behind her. Max undressed and carefully
folded his clothes before ducking under the sink and grabbing his
Plesiosaur. It was only a few inches long, but the little guy had been
his equivalent of a rubber duck for years. Checking the water
temperature, he let it fill up a little more before turning it off and
climbing into the tub.</p><p>The warm water felt nice and with his
legs out in front of him, the water was high enough with just his toes
were sticking out. He moved the plesiosaur around letting its head pop
out of the water before it disappeared into a bunch of bubbles. He
moved it around imagining it was swimming in the ocean. He had heard
that they were in the game or something like them, but he hadn't seen
them yet. In his mind, he was riding on its back as he pushed through
the water. It his mind he was in a deep dark ocean swimming down to the
bottom when an even bigger predator appeared. Maybe a Megalodon, they
were supposed to be sixty feet long! He imagined one of those chasing
him and moved his leg up a little to create a little cave he could dive
under, but the Megalodon was too fast. Desperately, he swam out to sea
but that was its environment. Turning the plesiosaur around, it skimmed
up his leg pretending he was trying to get into the shallows where
maybe he could turn and attack it.</p><p>He slid the plesiosaur back
up his kneecap over his inner thigh. The bathtub was shallow here, so
it became a little cove and the perfect spot for a counterattack. He
turned and started thrashing around in the water pretending he was
biting the bigger shark. The thrashing causing the bubbles to move away
in little waves. He twisted the plesiosaur around pretending he was
attacking the Megalodon from different angles, as he did so the tail of
the plesiosaur brushed up against his private area. The first time he
barely noticed it. The next time, it felt a little different. In his
mind, he was still doing battle. The Megalodon started to run for it.
That meant it was nearly dead and he ended the fight quickly afterward.</p><p>Dropping
the game, he reached for a washcloth even as he felt a little weird
down below. Looking down Max saw that he was different down there. His
thing was a little thicker. Taking it in his hand it seemed a bit more
sensitive too. Curious, he ran his thumb along it. Even with that
little touch, he felt himself get harder and it clicked in his brain.
This wasn't the first time he had become hard. He remembered a few
other times it had happened to him. Sliding down a railing at school,
on the jungle gym and a few others. Those times it had been
embarrassing and annoying in that order. With no one around and
confident everyone knew how to knock before entering, he was more
curious.</p><p>Using his fingertips, he pulled on some of his foreskin
and while that did work a little, it wasn't much. Then he remembered
how it had felt when he had slid down the pole. Using his entire right
hand, he flattened it against his thing and pushed it against himself.
He moved his hand up and down trying to simulate sliding down the
railing and that worked. It felt nice but when he pulled his hand away
to look that feeling went away even though he was a lot harder now. Max
looked down at his penis for several seconds wondering why it did that?
Every other time it had happened, it went back to normal after a while.
After a little more examination Max squeezed his hand against it again
and leaned back in the bathtub, it was a nice feeling.</p><p>Max
wasn't sure how long he had done it, but he started to feel funny and
after a little more time he felt like he needed to go to the bathroom.
Carefully slipping out of the bathtub he stood by the toilet and waited
to go but couldn't. After about a minute the feeling went away, so Max
went back into the bathtub. He started to rub himself again but that
feeling like he needed to pee came back. So, he slipped out again and
really tried to go but couldn't squeeze out more than a few drops.
Getting back into the bathtub he had an idea and started to rub himself
one more time. This time when the feeling like he had to pee came
again, he stayed in the tub and it went away. Not sure why it was
happening he decided not to rub himself again.</p><p>With that put
aside, for now, Max decided to wash up. By the time he had finished
with his feet, he was soft again and went about popping all the
bubbles. He slid out and drained the tub before getting dressed. Making
his way downstairs he saw just about everyone was watching TV. His mom
turned to him. "Hey, I was wondering if you would be my boy or a giant
raisin."</p><p>Max held up his hand showing his wrinkly finger from
the water. "I'm a boy, but just as sweet as a raisin." He declared,
reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Can I go back on the computer?"</p><p>"No, you have to go to bed soon. Come on, you can sit next to me." His mom said.</p><p>Max
did so but the nature documentary didn't hold his interest. His mind
wandered back to the bathtub and the strange thing he had tried out. He
had questions and wondered whom he could ask. There were four males in
the house including himself. Tommy and Cosmo could be great listeners,
but not to turn to for advice. That left Fernando and Jackson. If he
asked Fernando that would be weird since he wasn't supposed to be
living here. His big brother was the only option. He was fourteen and
should know about this. They shared a room, all Max had to do was
ambush him before he went to bed. When the show ended, he was all too
happy to go to bed but stay awake for another hour before Jackson
finally wandered in.</p><p>"Jackson!" Max said.</p><p>Jackson took a step backward. "You're still up. Shouldn't you be in bed?"</p><p>Max
pointed down at the bed he was sitting on. "I am in bed. Mom says I can
stay up to read as long as I have all electronics off."</p><p>"Yeah, well read quietly. I am kind of tired." Jackson said climbing into his bed.</p><p>Max
carefully put the book on his nightstand and slipped out of his bed to
make his way over to his brother. "Jackson, I have a question."</p><p>Jackson didn't roll over. "Can it wait until tomorrow?"</p><p>"It could, but then I might chicken out. So, no."</p><p>Jackson let out a sigh and rolled onto his back. "What is it?"</p><p>Max glanced over at the door and knelt a little so he could speak in a whisper. "It's about boy stuff."</p><p>"What is it?" Jackson asked annoyed.</p><p>Max paused to wet his lips and just asked. "Does your penis ever get stiff?"</p><p>Jackson's
eyes widened and he slowly sat up in bed making room for Max to sit on
it. "Yeah, it's normal. Did that happen to you?"</p><p>"Why would I be asking if it didn't?" Max said before his shoulders slumped. "In the tub."</p><p>"It
happens sometimes, Max. Usually, if you ignore it, it goes away after a
while. If you want you can try to pack it up inside your waistband, so
no one will notice if you are in public. You just got be a little
careful about that." Jackson supplied.</p><p>Max had figured most of
that out. Other than the waistband idea, that hadn't occurred to him.
"Yeah well, I was also kind of rubbing it? It felt good, but then it
felt like I had to pee."</p><p>Jackson grimaced. "Oh. That..." Jackson
trailed off before sending his eyes down at the door. "I'll be straight
up with you, but you didn't hear this from me, promise?"</p><p>"Cross my heart."</p><p>"Yeah,"
Jackson said leaning a little closer to him. "If you're ever doing it
again and you start to get that feeling just keep doing it. After a
while, you get a good feeling. Just don't get caught doing it."</p><p>"And I will not pee myself?"</p><p>"Would I lie to you, Max?"</p><p>"Yes, New Year's Eve."</p><p>"Okay, would I lie if there wasn't a girl involved?" Jackson clarified.</p><p>"I guess not."</p><p>Jackson laid back down preparing to go to bed. "Good night and just remember if you get caught, I didn't tell you any of this."</p><p>Max stood up. "Thanks, Jackson. Good night."</p></span><span lang="EN"><br></span></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Twenty
The next morning, I am so darned sore. Every muscle in my body is stiff and aching. Monty rubs liniment all over until I smell like a hospital, but it begins to feel better immediately as the heat starts seeping down into my muscles.
Carson wrinkles his nose when I walk into the kitchen for morning coffee. "The chickens are gonna run away when they smell you coming," he teases.
"Haha, so funny," I reply. "They might run from me this morning, but they run from you the rest of the week. Maybe you should shower before you do your chores."
Carson rushes around the table and grabs me in a headlock before I can get away. He twists my head so that my nose is close to his armpit, and I actually begin to gag. He really does need a shower!
"Any other suggestions for your big brother?" he asks, pulling me closer to his body.
"No. Aargh! Let me go, Carson!"
He releases my head and pulls me into a sideways hug instead. This is much better. I can still smell him, the strong odor I've come to associate with my big brother. It's not disgusting, but rather the smell of a hardworking man. I punch his stomach playfully. Hard as a board. I hope I'm as strong as him when I'm seventeen. Strong physically. Not strong smelling!
And he isn't wrong about my smell. The chickens avoid me this morning, which does make gathering the eggs easier.
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Now that Carson is home from school too, I'm able to do more training on the horses. Monty wants me to ride all four of them today, at least an hour each in the morning, teaching them to take their cues to walk, trot, canter, and stop from me�their rider. Poppa wants Carson riding Amber as a buddy horse next to me, so he saddles Amber while I'm saddling Cinnamon.
We begin with Cinnamon because she's so calm and dependable, and we start out simple. Changing gaits. Stopping. Turning with the reins over her neck. Turning with leg cues only (one leg tapping near her shoulder, the other back on her flank). Using both reins and leg cues. Monty wants to see which she responds to best, but he wants her to learn both. We even spend some time teaching her to back up on command. She's an intelligent horse and a quick learner.
We put Cinnamon up and bring out Misty. She also picks up the training right away. In fact, Misty seems to enjoy working with me. I think she likes it when I teach her something new, and I love training her. It's wonderful having a powerful animal showing you that she trusts you completely and wants to please you. I love Misty.
Monty is smiling and nodding his head. He's obviously very pleased with how fast the fillies are learning.
Charlie is next. He's a little goofy, as usual, but he does fine until the very end. When we try to teach him to back up, he just stands there, tossing his head. I'm gently pulling back on the reins, asking him to back, but he doesn't know what I want. Monty walks up in front of Charlie and taps his chest while I'm tugging back on the reins. Charlie eventually gets it and backs up several steps. We have to repeat the lesson a dozen times before he responds to my cues properly. He's such a knucklehead.
Chance, as usual, decides to be an idiot and start bucking the second I swing up into the saddle. I let him know right off that I'm not putting up with his nonsense. We spend half a minute spinning and rearing before Chance remembers that we've done this before and I won. He settles down, gives me an angry snort, and then starts doing what I ask. We probably should have lunged him first to work off some of his excess energy, but that's not going to work when we sell him. Who wants a horse you have to exercise for half an hour before you can ride him? Chance is a bigger knucklehead than Charlie, but he seems to pick up the training faster, even the backing up.
Poppa walks over while I'm working with Chance. Poppa smiles big, happy to see that even the knuckleheads are doing what I ask. "What are you doing after lunch?" Poppa asks. "I could really use Carson's help repairing the hay barn."
We all look at Monty.
He thinks for a bit, then says, "I don't want to let up on the saddle training. I think Misty and Cinnamon are eager to learn more, and I want to teach them to make lead changes at a canter out in the open field, but I still don't trust Chance and Charlie. I don't want Truman riding them without a buddy horse nearby."
"Do you think the fillies will be safe for Truman to ride without a buddy?" Poppa asks.
Monty nods. "I really do. They've never given me a reason to worry, and Truman is a darned good horseman. We could work the fillies this afternoon, then start on the colts again in the morning."
I smile at Monty. He can keep complimenting me all day if he wants, and I'll give him a nice wet, sloppy `thank you' when we get alone in the bunkhouse!
Poppa says, "I'll trust your judgement, Monty. Carson, you're with me this afternoon. We have some ceiling leaks to repair. If we get any more rain, I'm worried about mold ruining the alfalfa."
Carson gives Poppa a playful salute. "Aye, aye, Captain."
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Most horses pick up lead changes naturally. After all, they've been doing it since they were foals playing in the fields around their mommas. The way it works is a horse that is cantering will either be in a left lead or a right lead ...
... wait. I should back up and explain this differently.
When a horse is walking, all four feet come down at different times. That's why they say the walk is a four-beat gait.
Trotting is different. It's a two-beat gait. The left front foot and the back right foot come down at the same time. Next, the right front foot and the back left foot strike the ground together. Diagonal legs. Horses can trot for hours and hours, but it's hard on the rider if you don't get into rhythm with the horse, moving back and forth in between beats.
Cantering covers a lot of ground quickly and is actually a three-beat gait. You can hear their feet hitting the ground, bum BUM bum pause bum BUM bum repeat. The first bum is the right hind foot hitting the ground, pushing the horse forward, while the other three legs are in the air stretching forward. The second beat, BUM, is the left hind foot and the right front foot striking the ground at the same time. Finally, the left front foot stretches out the farthest, hits the ground and it all starts all over again. Since the left front foot is the last beat, it's called cantering in the left lead. I guess it's because the left foot is leading the way.
If the horse is in a right lead, it's just the opposite with all four legs.
Now, here's the thing you have to teach them: when a horse is turning to the left, you want them in the left lead. Turning to the right? Right lead. The key is teaching the horse which lead you want, because you're the rider and it's your job to tell the horse when you want to canter and which lead you want them to use and where you want them to turn and change leads and so on.
I hope learning to drive a car is a lot easier than teaching a horse to canter in the correct lead.
I spend the afternoon working with Misty and Cinnamon. When I'm riding them in a circle, they naturally want to lead with the inside leg, so Monty uses their instincts to reinforce my leg cues. He has me ride at a canter in a big figure-eight, and when I get to the middle and start looping around in the opposite direction, I give the horses the cue to switch leads. At first, they don't understand, and they usually drop into a trot before cantering in the correct lead, but by the end of the day, I have them doing flying lead changes. That means they make a little leap and switch leads on the fly. It's really impressive to see, and it's something that will let everyone know these horses are very well trained.
At the end of the day, Carson and Poppa come out to watch us. I'm riding Misty, and she's probably the smartest horse I'll ever have a chance to train. Monty has me speed up the canter and make a bigger figure-eight, with flying lead changes in the middle, then bring the canter down to a gentle lope in a smaller loop, with more lead changes in the middle. Then I pull her into a sliding stop and back her up ten feet.
Carson whoops when he sees that. He turns to Poppa and says, "You can't sell her, Poppa. She'll be a champion at Western Riding. We have to keep her and compete with her at the fair."
I don't say anything. It's something I've been secretly hoping for, but I didn't want to ask Poppa. I know we were planning to sell these horses, but a part of me is thrilled by what Carson is suggesting. I'd love to take Misty to the state fair and show everyone how smart she is.
I walk Misty back to where Monty, Carson and Poppa are standing. Poppa is thinking about it, but I can tell he needs more time. I hope he decides to keep Misty.
Monty walks up next to me and places his hand on my thigh. He squeezes my leg and winks at me. I can tell he's pleased, not just with Misty, but also her trainer. Me. Truman Greene, cowboy and horse wrangler. Monty keeps his hand on my leg, and I love feeling it there.
Poppa notices Monty's hand but doesn't say anything.
Carson sees too and grins at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
And standing near the pasture fence, watching all of us, is Mattie. I suppose she's home from school. She's glaring at us. Her eyes are on Monty's hand as well.
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Carson volunteers to help us put away the saddles and bridles. I can do it by myself, but it will take me a couple of trips. Monty still isn't supposed to be carrying much until his shoulder heals up. When we get inside the tack room, I turn to Carson and ask him, "Did you ever talk to Mattie about what she said to me and Monty that time?"
Carson frowns and thinks. "Oh. You mean when she made that hateful comment about fags fucking each other in the ass?"
"Yeah. Did you talk to her about that?"
Carson nods. "I told her she was out of line saying it, and I better not hear her talking like that again."
"How did she respond?" I ask.
"She got snippy with me. Said it was true, and I should be warning you to stay away from Monty."
I'm getting really angry now. Carson notices and puts his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Truman, I took care of it. I told her to mind her own business and leave the two of you alone. She said she might just go tell Momma and Poppa. See what they thought of it. I told her to go ahead."
I start to panic. "You did? Why?"
Carson chuckles. "Don't worry, little bro. I told her she's lucky Momma and Poppa don't stop her games behind the barn, so maybe she'd better think twice before she starts gossiping about things she can't prove."
I look Carson in the eye and say, "Have I told you lately what a good big brother you are?"
"Not often enough, Squirt."
I grab Carson in my arms and hug him with all my might. "Thanks, Carson."
"No problem, Truman. I've got your back."
"That's good. Because Mattie was giving us the evil eye just now."
"Yeah. I saw that. And I'll talk to her again. She's as stubborn as Chance. Might take a few more laps around the pen to teach her to mind her own business."
I giggle. "I don't use spurs on Chance, but you might try them on Mattie."
"And a whip," Carson adds, smirking.
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Mattie refuses to look at me all during supper. I think Carson talked to her. He might have used that whip. Somehow, I don't think we've heard the last of it, because my sister is one of the most stubborn girls I know ... I mean, one of the most stubborn witches in the Dark Nebula.
I'm on cleaning duty tonight, so after everyone has eaten, I collect up the dishes and run water in the sink. Monty stays behind to help me. He's one-handed, so I have him rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dish rack to dry. We make quick work of it, even though I'm distracted by how our hips are pressed together the entire time, which makes my cock hard. No can see, except Monty, and he keeps snickering at how hard I am.
He leans over and whispers, "You want me to help you with that, Cowboy?"
"You made it hard, so you better take care of it," I whisper back.
He glances over his shoulder to look for the rest of the family. They're in the front room, watching a movie. "You don't want to find out who killed the boss guy."
"I've seen that movie," I say. "I'd rather find out how long I can hold off before filling your mouth with cum while you poke your finger in my ass."
Monty looks shocked. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?" he asks.
"Nope," I reply, "but I do kiss my boyfriend so I can taste my own jizz."
Monty can't help himself. He starts laughing and says, "Hurry up and finish that pot before we both have tents in our pants."
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We're cuddling on the bunkhouse bed.
Monty kisses me on the lips, just a peck, and asks, "Same as last night, cowboy?"
I nod. "Finger in my butt. Mouth around my cock. Suck, poke, and swallow. Then kiss."
Chuckling, he says, "Sounds like you've got the entire evening planned out."
"Yeah, I suppose. It would be better if we had a small dildo."
Monty eyes open wide in surprise. "A dildo? Where did you learn about ... never mind. Something you read, right?"
"It's what all the experts say we need, Monty. They recommend I start out with a small dildo, then work my way up to one about the same size as your cock." I reach down and fondle the lump in his jeans. "I want to do this, Monty. I want to make love to you, and that means I need to get my butt ready. There's just one problem. There isn't a store in our little town where you can buy dildos, so the best option is to order some on-line. But then we have to find a place to keep them. Mattie is nosy and I worry about her looking through the bathroom when we're out working and she's in here cleaning. We could say we don't want her out here anymore, and we're going to clean up after ourselves, but that might make Momma suspicious, so that takes me back to where we started: we need a place to hide them. I think I know a good spot in the barn, but Poppa might find them out there."
I pause to take a breath and Monty jumps in, grinning, "You've really been giving this a lot of thought, haven't you?"
"Yes. I want us to make love, Monty."
He winks and says, "Well, cowboy, you know that country boys have been facing this same dilemma for decades..." His voice trails off, giving me time to think about it.
"Wait. Are you saying you and Jonas found a way to hide dildos?"
He laughs. "No, I'm saying we found something we could use instead. Something most farms have lying around, and no one would suspect you're using them for dildos."
"What?"
Monty grins and explains. "Jonas's dad was a part-time carpenter, so he had quite a few tools in his workshop. Some had smooth wooden handles that were just the right size." He winks at me. "Almost as big as our cocks."
I grimace. "You pushed handles in your butts."
He shrugged. "It worked. Just had to watch out for splinters."
Now I'm shuddering at the thought of getting splinters in the worst possible place, but it does give me an idea. "Poppa has some screwdrivers in his toolbox. I bet one of them will work."
"Sure," Monty agrees.
Then I have an even better idea. "Wait. I know. Mattie has a hairbrush she leaves in the bathroom in the house. It has a long, rubber handle, just a little smaller around than your cock. I bet it will work great."
"You're going to use your sister's hairbrush as a dildo?"
"Why not? I think it's perfect. And one day, I might give it back to her and tell her what I've been doing with it."
Monty laughs and attacks my ribs, tickling me until I'm rolling around on the bed, trying to get away. I accidentally bump his right shoulder, making him grunt in pain. "Sorry, Monty," I say, immediately stopping and kissing him on the neck.
He pulls my face up to his and kisses me on the lips. "My fault for tickling you, Cowboy. But hey, I might have another way of making this work, if you want to try it."
"Of course, I do. Will I like it?"
He shrugs. "Maybe. I know I do."
"What is it?"
He grins and holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait and see. He slides out of our cuddling hug and has me lie on my back. He begins unsnapping my jeans, but it's taking too long using just his left hand, so I help him. Together, we get my pants and underwear off. Monty spreads my legs wide and has me position a pillow under my butt, lifting it up in the air.
He lies on the bed between my legs and kisses his way from my knees up to my groin. I feel his tongue flicking around under my balls, touching here and there. His lips are kissing behind my balls, on my inner thighs. What is he going to do?
I feel his tongue circling my pucker. I know what this is. They call it rimming. I wasn't sure if Monty would want to do it, but I guess I should have just asked him.
His tongue touches my hole, and my entire body quivers. I feel the tip of his tongue dipping inside me, pushing deeper. This is so incredible. With all the things Monty has taught me, I think each one is the best yet. And that's certainly true now. I have to resist the urge to push my butt into his face. I want his tongue to go deeper and deeper.
He's lapping away down there, getting me wetter by the second. Then I feel his finger next to his tongue, and they're both pushing inside me, opening me up. A second finger joins the first, and it hurts when they both slide in together. I tense up, and Monty backs off a little.
"You okay, Cowboy?"
"Yeah. It hurts a little, but it's a really good kind of pain."
Monty chuckles. "I know what you mean, Truman." He continues licking all over with his tongue, and this time when he pushes both fingers inside, I open up and let him in. I feel stretched and aching, but wonderful. Not only are his fingers poking that tingly spot deep inside me, but he's also stretching me wider than I've ever been before. It doesn't hurt anymore. Instead, it sends a different kind of tingle through my body. I guess there are nerves all over the place back there, and Monty is making every one of them vibrate.
I close my eyes and concentrate on how good it feels to have Monty sliding his fingers in and out of my butt. Stretching my hole open. Squeezing down as his fingers go out. Feeling everything open back up again when he pushes in. He's not even touching my cock, and I feel my body quivering all over. I love this.
He pulls his fingers out and goes back to licking with his tongue. My hole is so loose now that he's able to push his tongue deep inside. Wonderful! Amazing! I have to try this on him next, but not right now. At the moment, I want his tongue to go just a little deeper.
I'm very wet now, and his fingers are back, sliding in easily and making me buck my hips slightly. I'm gasping and moaning. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
Finally, Monty moves up to my cock and begins sucking. I tense up and squeeze, trying to keep from shooting too soon, but I can't hold out. I'm cumming in less than a minute, filling his mouth full as I buck with his fingers pushed deep inside me. He slowly pulls his fingers out, wipes them on a towel, and sucks the last few drops out of my cock.
I reach down and motion for him to slide up my body and kiss me. I love this man.
Looking over Monty's shoulder, I think I see a shadow in the bunkhouse window. It's probably my imagination, but it looked like my sister Mattie, peeking in. That's when I realize I didn't pull the curtains completely closed.
Fuck.
The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twenty | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Broken Chapter 20</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p><span>This is a work of fiction intended
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<h2>Chapter Twenty<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>The next morning, I am so darned sore. Every muscle in my
body is stiff and aching. Monty rubs liniment all over until I smell like a
hospital, but it begins to feel better immediately as the heat starts seeping
down into my muscles. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson wrinkles his nose when I walk into the kitchen for
morning coffee. "The chickens are <span>gonna</span> run away when
they smell you coming," he teases.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Haha, so funny," I reply. "They might run from me this
morning, but they run from you the rest of the week. Maybe you should shower <b><i>before</i></b>
you do your chores."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson rushes around the table and grabs me in a headlock
before I can get away. He twists my head so that my nose is close to his
armpit, and I actually begin to gag. He really does need a shower!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Any other suggestions for your big brother?" he asks,
pulling me closer to his body.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No. Aargh! Let me go, Carson!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He releases my head and pulls me into a sideways hug
instead. This is much better. I can still smell him, the strong odor I've come
to associate with my big brother. It's not disgusting, but rather the smell of
a hardworking man. I punch his stomach playfully. Hard as a board. I hope I'm
as strong as him when I'm seventeen. Strong physically. Not strong smelling!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>And he isn't wrong about my smell. The chickens avoid me
this morning, which does make gathering the eggs easier.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now that Carson is home from school too, I'm able to do more
training on the horses. Monty wants me to ride all four of them today, at least
an hour each in the morning, teaching them to take their cues to walk, trot,
canter, and stop from me�their rider. Poppa wants Carson riding Amber as a
buddy horse next to me, so he saddles Amber while I'm saddling Cinnamon.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We begin with Cinnamon because she's so calm and dependable,
and we start out simple. Changing gaits. Stopping. Turning with the reins over
her neck. Turning with leg cues only (one leg tapping near her shoulder, the
other back on her flank). Using both reins and leg cues. Monty wants to see
which she responds to best, but he wants her to learn both. We even spend some
time teaching her to back up on command. She's an intelligent horse and a quick
learner.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We put Cinnamon up and bring out Misty. She also picks up
the training right away. In fact, Misty seems to enjoy working with me. I think
she likes it when I teach her something new, and I love training her. It's
wonderful having a powerful animal showing you that she trusts you completely
and wants to please you. I love Misty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty is smiling and nodding his head. He's obviously very pleased
with how fast the fillies are learning.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Charlie is next. He's a little goofy, as usual, but he does fine
until the very end. When we try to teach him to back up, he just stands there,
tossing his head. I'm gently pulling back on the reins, asking him to back, but
he doesn't know what I want. Monty walks up in front of Charlie and taps his
chest while I'm tugging back on the reins. Charlie eventually gets it and backs
up several steps. We have to repeat the lesson a dozen times before he responds
to my cues properly. He's such a knucklehead.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Chance, as usual, decides to be an idiot and start bucking
the second I swing up into the saddle. I let him know right off that I'm not
putting up with his nonsense. We spend half a minute spinning and rearing
before Chance remembers that we've done this before and I won. He settles down,
gives me an angry snort, and then starts doing what I ask. We probably should
have lunged him first to work off some of his excess energy, but that's not
going to work when we sell him. Who wants a horse you have to exercise for half
an hour before you can ride him? Chance is a bigger knucklehead than Charlie,
but he seems to pick up the training faster, even the backing up.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa walks over while I'm working with Chance. Poppa smiles
big, happy to see that even the knuckleheads are doing what I ask. "What are
you doing after lunch?" Poppa asks. "I could really use Carson's help repairing
the hay barn."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We all look at Monty. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He thinks for a bit, then says, "I don't want to let up on
the saddle training. I think Misty and Cinnamon are eager to learn more, and I
want to teach them to make lead changes at a canter out in the open field, but
I still don't trust Chance and Charlie. I don't want Truman riding them without
a buddy horse nearby."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Do you think the fillies will be safe for Truman to ride
without a buddy?" Poppa asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty nods. "I really do. They've never given me a reason to
worry, and Truman is a darned good horseman. We could work the fillies this
afternoon, then start on the colts again in the morning."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I smile at Monty.<span> </span>He
can keep complimenting me all day if he wants, and I'll give him a nice wet,
sloppy `thank you' when we get alone in the bunkhouse!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa says, "I'll trust your judgement, Monty. Carson,
you're with me this afternoon. We have some ceiling leaks to repair. If we get
any more rain, I'm worried about mold ruining the alfalfa."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson gives Poppa a playful salute. "Aye, aye, Captain." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Most horses pick up lead changes naturally. After all,
they've been doing it since they were foals playing in the fields around their
mommas. The way it works is a horse that is cantering will either be in a left
lead or a right lead ... <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>... wait. I should back up and explain this differently.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When a horse is walking, all four feet come down at
different times. That's why they say the walk is a four-beat gait.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Trotting is different. It's a two-beat gait. The left front
foot and the back right foot come down at the same time. Next, the right front
foot and the back left foot strike the ground together. Diagonal legs. Horses
can trot for hours and hours, but it's hard on the rider if you don't get into
rhythm with the horse, moving back and forth in between beats.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Cantering covers a lot of ground quickly and is actually a
three-beat gait. You can hear their feet hitting the ground, bum <span>BUM</span> <span>bum</span> <span>pause</span>
bum <span>BUM</span> <span>bum</span> repeat. The
first bum is the right hind foot hitting the ground, pushing the horse forward,
while the other three legs are in the air stretching forward. The second beat,
BUM, is the left hind foot and the right front foot striking the ground at the
same time. Finally, the left front foot stretches out the farthest, hits the
ground and it all starts all over again. Since the left front foot is the last
beat, it's called cantering in the left lead. I guess it's because the left
foot is leading the way.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>If the horse is in a right lead, it's just the opposite with
all four legs.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now, here's the thing you have to teach them: when a horse
is turning to the left, you want them in the left lead. Turning to the right? Right
lead. The key is teaching the horse which lead you want, because you're the
rider and it's your job to tell the horse when you want to canter and which
lead you want them to use and where you want them to turn and change leads and
so on.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hope learning to drive a car is a lot easier than teaching
a horse to canter in the correct lead.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I spend the afternoon working with Misty and Cinnamon. When I'm
riding them in a circle, they naturally want to lead with the inside leg, so
Monty uses their instincts to reinforce my leg cues. He has me ride at a canter
in a big figure-eight, and when I get to the middle and start looping around in
the opposite direction, I give the horses the cue to switch leads. At first,
they don't understand, and they usually drop into a trot before cantering in
the correct lead, but by the end of the day, I have them doing flying lead
changes. That means they make a little leap and switch leads on the fly. It's
really impressive to see, and it's something that will let everyone know these
horses are very well trained.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>At the end of the day, Carson and Poppa come out to watch us.
I'm riding Misty, and she's probably the smartest horse I'll ever have a chance
to train. Monty has me speed up the canter and make a bigger figure-eight, with
flying lead changes in the middle, then bring the canter down to a gentle <span>lope</span> in a smaller loop, with more lead changes in the
middle. Then I pull her into a sliding stop and back her up ten feet. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson whoops when he sees that. He turns to Poppa and says,
"You can't sell her, Poppa. She'll be a champion at Western Riding. We have to
keep her and compete with her at the fair."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I don't say anything. It's something I've been secretly hoping
for, but I didn't want to ask Poppa. I know we were planning to sell these
horses, but a part of me is thrilled by what Carson is suggesting. I'd love to
take Misty to the state fair and show everyone how smart she is.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I walk Misty back to where Monty, Carson and Poppa are
standing. Poppa is thinking about it, but I can tell he needs more time. I hope
he decides to keep Misty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty walks up next to me and places his hand on my thigh. He
squeezes my leg and winks at me. I can tell he's pleased, not just with Misty,
but also her trainer. Me. Truman Greene, cowboy and horse wrangler. Monty keeps
his hand on my leg, and I love feeling it there. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa notices Monty's hand but doesn't say anything.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson sees too and grins at me, wiggling his eyebrows.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>And standing near the pasture fence, watching all of us, is
Mattie. I suppose she's home from school. She's glaring at us. Her eyes are on
Monty's hand as well.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson volunteers to help us put away the saddles and
bridles. I can do it by myself, but it will take me a couple of trips. Monty
still isn't supposed to be carrying much until his shoulder heals up. When we
get inside the tack room, I turn to Carson and ask him, "Did you ever talk to
Mattie about what she said to me and Monty that time?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson frowns and thinks. "Oh. You mean when she made that
hateful comment about fags fucking each other in the ass?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yeah. Did you talk to her about that?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson nods. "I told her she was out of line saying it, and
I better not hear her talking like that again."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"How did she respond?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"She got snippy with me. Said it was true, and I should be
warning you to stay away from Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm getting really angry now. Carson notices and puts his
hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Truman, I took care of it. I told
her to mind her own business and leave the two of you alone. She said she might
just go tell Momma and Poppa. See what they thought of it. I told her to go
ahead."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I start to panic. "You did? Why?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson chuckles. "Don't worry, little bro. I told her she's
lucky Momma and Poppa don't stop her games behind the barn, so maybe she'd
better think twice before she starts gossiping about things she can't prove."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I look Carson in the eye and say, "Have I told you lately
what a good big brother you are?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Not often enough, Squirt."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I grab Carson in my arms and hug him with all my might. "Thanks,
Carson."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No problem, Truman. I've got your back."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"That's good. Because Mattie was giving us the evil eye just
now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yeah. I saw that. And I'll talk to her again. She's as
stubborn as Chance. Might take a few more laps around the pen to teach her to
mind her own business."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I giggle. "I don't use spurs on Chance, but you might try
them on Mattie."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"And a whip," Carson adds, smirking.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mattie refuses to look at me all during supper. I think
Carson talked to her. He might have used that whip. Somehow, I don't think
we've heard the last of it, because my sister is one of the most stubborn <span>girls</span> I know ... I mean, one of the most stubborn witches in
the Dark Nebula.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm on cleaning duty tonight, so after everyone has eaten, I
collect up the dishes and run water in the sink. Monty stays behind to help me.
He's one-handed, so I have him rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dish
rack to dry. We make quick work of it, even though I'm distracted by how our
hips are pressed together the entire time, which makes my cock hard. No can
see, except Monty, and he keeps snickering at how hard I am. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He leans over and whispers, "You want me to help you with
that, Cowboy?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You made it hard, so you better take care of it," I whisper
back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He glances over his shoulder to look for the rest of the
family. They're in the front room, watching a movie. "You don't want to find
out who killed the boss guy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I've seen that movie," I say. "I'd rather find out how long
I can hold off before filling your mouth with cum while you poke your finger in
my ass."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty looks shocked. "You kiss your momma with that mouth?"
he asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Nope," I reply, "but I do kiss my boyfriend so I can taste
my own <span>jizz</span>."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty can't help himself. He starts laughing and says,
"Hurry up and finish that pot before we both have tents in our pants."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We're cuddling on the bunkhouse bed. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty kisses me on the lips, just a peck, and asks, "Same as
last night, cowboy?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod. "Finger in my butt. Mouth around my cock. Suck, poke,
and swallow. Then kiss."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Chuckling, he says, "Sounds like you've got the entire
evening planned out."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yeah, I suppose. It would be better if we had a small
dildo."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty eyes open wide in surprise. "A dildo? Where did you
learn about ... never mind. Something you read, right?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It's what all the experts say we need, Monty. They
recommend I start out with a small dildo, then work my way up to one about the
same size as your cock." I reach down and fondle the lump in his jeans. "I want
to do this, Monty. I want to make love to you, and that means I need to get my
butt ready. There's just one problem. There isn't a store in our little town
where you can buy dildos, so the best option is to order some on-line. But then
we have to find a place to keep them. Mattie is nosy and I worry about her
looking through the bathroom when we're out working and she's in here cleaning.
We could say we don't want her out here anymore, and we're going to clean up
after ourselves, but that might make Momma suspicious, so that takes me back to
where we started: we need a place to hide them. I think I know a good spot in
the barn, but Poppa might find them out there."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pause to take a breath and Monty jumps in, grinning, "You've
really been giving this a lot of thought, haven't you?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yes. I want us to make love, Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He winks and says, "Well, cowboy, you know that country boys
have been facing this same dilemma for decades..." His voice trails off, giving
me time to think about it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Wait. Are you saying you and Jonas found a way to hide
dildos?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He laughs. "No, I'm saying we found something we could use
instead. Something most farms have lying around, and no one would suspect
you're using them for dildos."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty grins and explains. "Jonas's dad was a part-time
carpenter, so he had quite a few tools in his workshop. Some had smooth wooden
handles that were just the right size." He winks at me. "Almost as big as our
cocks."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I grimace. "You pushed handles in your butts."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He shrugged. "It worked. Just had to watch out for
splinters."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now I'm shuddering at the thought of getting splinters in
the worst possible place, but it does give me an idea. "Poppa has some
screwdrivers in his toolbox. I bet one of them will work."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Sure," Monty agrees.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Then I have an even better idea. "Wait. I know. Mattie has a
hairbrush she leaves in the bathroom in the house. It has a long, rubber
handle, just a little smaller around than your cock. I bet it will work great."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You're going to use your sister's hairbrush as a dildo?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why not? I think it's perfect. And one day, I might give it
back to her and tell her what I've been doing with it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty laughs and attacks my ribs, tickling me until I'm
rolling around on the bed, trying to get away. I accidentally bump his right shoulder,
making him grunt in pain. "Sorry, Monty," I say, immediately stopping and
kissing him on the neck. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls my face up to his and kisses me on the lips. "My
fault for tickling you, Cowboy. But hey, I might have another way of making
this work, if you want to try it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Of course, I do. Will I like it?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He shrugs. "Maybe. I know I do."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What is it?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He grins and holds up a finger, signaling for me to wait and
see. He slides out of our cuddling hug and has me lie on my back. He begins
unsnapping my jeans, but it's taking too long using just his left hand, so I
help him. Together, we get my pants and underwear off. Monty spreads my legs
wide and has me position a pillow under my butt, lifting it up in the air.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He lies on the bed between my legs and kisses his way from
my knees up to my groin. I feel his tongue flicking around under my balls,
touching here and there. His lips are kissing behind my balls, on my inner
thighs. What is he going to do?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I feel his tongue circling my pucker. I know what this is. They
call it rimming. I wasn't sure if Monty would want to do it, but I guess I
should have just asked him. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His tongue touches my hole, and my entire body quivers. I
feel the tip of his tongue dipping inside me, pushing deeper. This is so
incredible. With all the things Monty has taught me, I think each one is the
best yet. And that's certainly true now. I have to resist the urge to push my
butt into his face. I want his tongue to go deeper and deeper.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He's lapping away down there, getting me wetter by the
second. Then I feel his finger next to his tongue, and they're both pushing
inside me, opening me up. A second finger joins the first, and it hurts when
they both slide in together. I tense up, and Monty backs off a little.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You okay, Cowboy?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yeah. It hurts a little, but it's a really good kind of
pain."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty chuckles. "I know what you mean, Truman." He continues
licking all over with his tongue, and this time when he pushes both fingers
inside, I open up and let him in. I feel stretched and aching, but wonderful.
Not only are his fingers poking that tingly spot deep inside me, but he's also
stretching me wider than I've ever been before. It doesn't hurt anymore.
Instead, it sends a different kind of tingle through my body. I guess there are
nerves all over the place back there, and Monty is making every one of them
vibrate.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I close my eyes and concentrate on how good it feels to have
Monty sliding his fingers in and out of my butt. Stretching my hole open.
Squeezing down as his fingers go out. Feeling everything open back up again
when he pushes in. He's not even touching my cock, and I feel my body quivering
all over. I love this.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls his fingers out and goes back to licking with his
tongue. My hole is so loose now that he's able to push his tongue deep inside.
Wonderful! Amazing! I have to try this on him next, but not right now. At the
moment, I want his tongue to go just a little deeper.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm very wet now, and his fingers are back, sliding in
easily and making me buck my hips slightly. I'm gasping and moaning. I don't
know how much longer I can take this.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Finally, Monty moves up to my cock and begins sucking. I tense
up and squeeze, trying to keep from shooting too soon, but I can't hold out. I'm
<span>cumming</span> in less than a minute, filling his mouth full
as I buck with his fingers pushed deep inside me. He slowly pulls his fingers
out, wipes them on a towel, and sucks the last few drops out of my cock. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I reach down and motion for him to slide up my body and kiss
me. I love this man. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Looking over Monty's shoulder, I think I see a shadow in the
bunkhouse window. It's probably my imagination, but it looked like my sister
Mattie, peeking in. That's when I realize I didn't pull the curtains completely
closed. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Fuck.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twenty<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Thirteen
The shower is over, we've dried off, and now we're cuddling in Monty's bed. He's still laughing at me because I messed up my bed first before running and jumping into his bed with him. He knows why I did it. Now Momma and Mattie will think I sleep in the other bed. They'll never guess I sleep with Monty. Well, they might guess, but they won't know for certain, and I'm sure not going to tell them!
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I snuggle up against him. I think I like this almost as much as taking showers with him. My head is tucked under his chin, so I'm giving him small kisses on his collarbone. I don't know if he likes it. He jumps every now and then, so maybe it tickles a little, but that could also be from my fingers playing with the hair in the middle of his chest and with his nipples. He has a little tuft of black hair right in the middle of his chest that turns into a long line of hair running down to his pubes, and there are a few hairs growing next to his nipples. I'm fascinated by it. I like pulling the hairs out and rubbing the little nub of his nipples, feeling them perk up and stick out a bit more.
I push back slightly and look up into his face. His chin and cheeks are covered with a light stubble of beard. I stroke the line of his jaw, amazed at how thick it is. Didn't he shave this morning? There's a bit of hair sticking out of his nostrils. I poke the hair, making him wrinkle his nose.
He pulls his head back and exclaims, "Hey! What are you doing?"
I stop playing around and slide my hands back down to his chest. "I don't have hair like you, so it's interesting to me. I've never had a chance to examine a man up close until now."
"So when did I become your science experiment?"
I chuckle and say, "If I was an alien researcher, I'd have to probe every hole in your body to learn what purpose it serves."
He pulls me into a tight hug, so tight I have trouble breathing. "You aren't an alien researcher, so stop probing my body!"
Gasping for air, I choke out, "Let me go or I'll probe your balls with my cock." To emphasize my point, I thrust my hips against him. Yes, I'm rock hard again. Yes, I'm fully aware that I can't actually `probe his balls' with my cock. No, my cock isn't a very effective weapon against his squeeze attack, but it's all I have at the moment. I thrust and poke, making him laugh. Then he slides his hands down to my butt and pulls me against him. My cock is probing away, finding another shaft that is getting hard fast. Monty holds me by my butt cheeks as we both begin thrusting.
Suddenly, he stops. "We better leave it right there, cowboy," he says.
"Why?"
"Don't want to get my bed wet and sticky. We have to sleep here, after all."
Giggling, I reach down and grab his cock. "You mean your probe leaks?"
He jiggles my butt. "Your probe leaks too, you know?"
I nod. "Twice, if I'm lucky."
"Hmmm, and did you get lucky tonight?"
"Very, very lucky!" I stretch up and kiss him on the mouth.
Monty turns over and reaches behind him for the switch on the bedside lamp. Darkness fills the room as we hug and cuddle. I wouldn't mind trying to get lucky a third time, but being held in his arms is good enough for now. It takes me a long time to fall asleep.
͠ ͠ ͠
Five a.m. comes far too soon the next morning. I'm struggling to wake up. I'd much rather stay right where I am, wrapped up in Monty's strong arms, but we have to get up and do our chores. We stumble out of bed, pull on our clothes, and head over to the house to greet the family.
I think Poppa notices how much trouble I'm having waking up this morning, but he doesn't say anything. I know Momma spots my weariness; she hands me a cup of coffee and points at the cream and sugar on the table.
Carson comes into the kitchen and grins knowingly. "Someone had a rough night."
I'm blushing, but I have an explanation ready to go. "Those bunkhouse beds are uncomfortable. I like my own mattress a lot better."
Mattie has a snide comment, naturally. "Why don't you move back into your room and stop acting so ridiculous?"
Monty comes to my rescue. "Actually, those beds are more comfortable than what they had us sleeping on in Army basic training. I think he'll get used to it in no time." He smiles at me and winks.
Momma rubs my neck. "I'll pull some heavy blankets out of storage. Maybe all those beds need is a bit of extra padding." She squeezes my neck gently, then bends down to kiss my hair.
"Thanks, Momma," I whisper, taking a big sip of my hot coffee, extra sweet with lots of cream.
͠ ͠ ͠
Monty and I don't have a chance to talk privately until much later in the morning, after Carson and Mattie have left for school, after Momma starts her morning cleaning, and after Poppa heads down to the river bottom to work on the new pasture. We asked Poppa if he wanted our help, but he said he had an easy day planned, mostly plowing up the soil and getting it ready for planting the Bermuda grass seed. He'd rather we keep working the horses, so that's what we have planned.
While we're exercising the horses in the round pen, Monty and I talk. No one can overhear us, but we're still careful with our conversation.
"Was that the first time you've done that?" Monty asks as he wiggles the lunge strap and sends the first horse walking around the pen.
"With someone else or by myself?"
"Either one."
It's a little embarrassing for me to admit this, but I want to be honest with Monty. "First time with someone else. First time in a shower with soap. Third time overall."
Monty looks over at me, shocked. "That was only your third time�" he looks around to be sure we're alone� "cumming?"
I know my face is bright red. "Yes. I told you I'm inexperienced. That's why I need you to teach me stuff."
"But ... you're thirteen. You haven't been ...?"
"No, I haven't." I know my voice is a little sharp, but this is humiliating. "When would I be able to, Monty? I share a bathroom with my big brother and witch sister. If I spend more than three minutes in there, someone is banging on the door, yelling at me to hurry up. When I'm taking a shower, I never know when Carson is going to come right in and take a piss, stinking up the room with his nasty farts and then laughing about it."
Monty chuckles. "I suppose that's a serious boner killer."
"It is. And there's really nowhere I can go to have privacy. The barn? People are in and out of there all day long. Behind the barn? Mattie already has it staked out for her jack-off sessions with the county horndogs."
"The bunkhouse?" Monty asks, sending the horse into a canter.
I pause in my ranting and think about it. "Well, actually, I think I know why Carson was always out there before you moved in. I wonder where he goes now."
Monty starts laughing. "It's okay, Truman. I'm sorry I asked. I was an only child, so I didn't have trouble finding places to be alone when I needed to take care of my pressing business."
I hop off the fence and walk to the center of the ring, standing next to Monty. He stops the horse and turns to face me as I say, "Monty, I know all about puberty and sex and masturbation and all the rest because I've read everything I can find on the subject. I'm smart. I know how it all works, but I've never had a chance to try any of it. That's why I need your help."
He pulls me into his chest and hugs me gently. "I'm sorry I teased you, Truman. I see now why you want me to show you sex stuff."
"It's not just the sex stuff, Monty. It's the love stuff too. I want to learn it all."
"Okay, but remember what I told you. I can show you all kinds of fun things you can do with your body, but I can't teach you to love. That's something your heart has to figure out on its own."
"But isn't that what we did last night? It wasn't just sex, was it? We were also loving each other, I think."
Monty nods. "We were, but I'm still not sure that we're in love."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, that's a really good question. I guess I'll answer it this way. You're thirteen. Your body is going crazy, pumping out the hormones and giving you boners all day long."
I giggle. I know why he's saying that, because I'm hard right now. He's hugging me, and my cock is loving the feeling of his body pressing against mine. I'm sure he can feel my boner pushing against his hip.
Monty continues, "If we snuck back into the bunkhouse right now, I'm sure I could help you out with this hard situation, probably twice."
"Or three times," I say, smirking.
"That's because your body is a sex machine right now, ready to go at the drop of a hat. Mine was too when I was thirteen. Heck, I'm still a horny rascal, though I keep it under control most of the time. But my point is, we guys are ready for sex just about every moment of every day, and it's worse for a young guy like you. You need those hormones to grow, not to have sex, but your body doesn't know the difference, so it keeps pumping out the testosterone, not noticing that it's making you a raging sex maniac all day long."
I punch his chest playfully. "I'm not a sex maniac."
He tilts his head as if he's giving that some thought. "Not a maniac then. But definitely a sex fiend."
"Okay. I'll accept that," I say.
Monty looks down into my eyes and softly says, "What we did in the shower last night was sexy. It was also loving. Because it's so new to you, the sexy part is going to be powerful and overwhelming for a while. You'll enjoy the loving too, but the sex is going to be what you enjoy the most. I'm not sure you're ready for the loving part yet."
I sigh and press my face against his chest. "But isn't that what we're doing now? Isn't this love without sex."
"It is," Monty admits. "And I've decided that I don't ever want to have sex with you again."
I push away and look up at him, surprised and upset. "You don't?"
He grins. "I only want to make love to you. If we have a little sex while we're making love, that's good too."
I smile, understanding what he's saying. "Okay. I'd like that." Then I frown and ask, "When will we stop making love and actually be in love?"
Monty hands me the lunge strap. "I can't answer that question, Truman. Because I don't know."
͠ ͠ ͠
We finish working the horses, groom them, and send them out to graze. Then we carry the gear into the barn. While we're putting away the tack, I realize something. Turning to Monty, I say, "There's a picture of you and Jonas in your scrapbook. You're looking into each other's eyes, and it obvious you love each other. I think you were actually in love, and anyone seeing that photo will know, just looking at it."
Monty smiles sadly and agrees. "We were."
"So you know what it feels like to be in love."
"Yes, I do."
I wrinkle my brow as I'm thinking out loud. "If you've been in love before, then you should recognize the signs if it happens again. If you start feeling it with me. Right?"
Monty nods. "Sure."
"And that means you can tell me what the signs are. Then we'll both know what to look for."
Monty jumps up onto the table we keep in the tack room, then pats a spot on the table next to him. I turn around and jump up beside him. He puts one arm around my neck and pulls me against his side. "Truman, love isn't a science experiment. I've noticed that you think about things that way most of the time."
"Sure," I say, acknowledging what he's implying. "I know it irritates other people when I do that, but it's just how my brain works. I have to understand all the steps. What happens first? What happens next? If you do one thing, can you always expect the same results? I don't mean to be such a nerd, but it's how I learn and figure things out."
"Hey, that's okay with me, cowboy. I'm not saying you shouldn't do that, and there's nothing wrong with your brain working that way."
"Then what are you saying?"
"Truman, all I want you to see is that love doesn't operate like a science experiment. You can't add a couple of ingredients and turn up the heat and�BOOM�you're in love."
"I know that," I say, a little irritated. "I'm not saying I want to force you to love me by doing all the right things. I'm just asking what I should look for. How will I know if we're falling in love?"
Monty shrugs. "Could be a lot of different things. Could be how you feel when we're apart. Are you anxious and frustrated if you don't see my handsome face for a day?"
I snort and lean against him. "The answer is yes."
"It could also be who you dream about at night. Do I visit you in your sleep and give you a raging boner?"
I snicker, hearing that. "I don't know. I don't dream very much when I'm sleeping with you, but I do get boners."
"And then there's always jealousy. That can tell you if you're in love."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, if you saw me kissing Carson, would you be green with envy?"
"I doubt it. For one thing, Carson isn't gay, so I'd be very surprised if he would let you kiss him."
"Okay then. What about Mattie? She would definitely kiss me if I asked her."
I punch his leg. Hard! "She better not kiss you. EVER!"
Monty laughs. "Sounds like jealousy to me."
"Nope," I reply. "Sounds like Mattie and me are going out to the round pen after she gets home from school and I'm gonna kick her butt until she promises to leave you alone."
Monty hugs me against his side. "You don't have to worry about your sister kissing me, but judging by your response, I'd say you have a jealous streak and it might tell us that you're in love with me."
"Fine. So I might be falling in love with you. How will I know, one hundred percent for sure, that I'm in love?"
Monty shrugs. "I don't know, Truman."
"How did you know you were in love with Jonas?"
He pauses, then sighs, "I think I realized it when losing him meant I lost a piece of my own soul."
Now it's my turn to pause. "I don't want that to happen, Monty. I don't want to lose you and have it tear out a part of my soul. That sounds like a horrible way to discover you're in love."
"It is, Truman."
"Is that why you're holding back with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you trying to keep yourself from falling in love because you don't want to hurt so much if you lose me?"
He sighs. "Maybe."
"If you could build a time machine and go back in the past and warn yourself not to fall in love with Jonas, would you?"
He's thinking about my question. He's going through his memories, I suppose, thinking about all the times he spent with Jonas, remembering what it was like to be in love. Then he sucks in a quick breath, almost as if he's just realized something important, and he turns to me. "No, Truman, I wouldn't. As much as it hurt to lose Jonas, it would have hurt far more to never have loved him." He jumps off the table and stands in front of me, taking my hands in his own. "Thank you for reminding me of that, Truman." His eyes are sparkling again, and I can see how happy he is, finally.
I smile bashfully and ask, "Then I guess there's only one more question I have, Monty. Are you falling in love with me?"
He doesn't answer right away. He takes so long to respond that I lose my smile and duck my head. "You can't tell me?" I ask, and my voice cracks a little when I speak.
He reaches for my chin and lifts my head so we're looking each other in the eye. "Am I falling in love with you, Truman Nathaniel Greene? Yes, I think I am."
͠ ͠ ͠
We stink from working with the horses all morning, so Monty suggests a quick shower before lunch.
The shower isn't quick, and we do more than wash away the smell of horses.
With the warm water pouring down upon our heads, we exchange gentle, sweet kisses while our hands slowly caress each other.
We don't rush. We lovingly bathe each other first, then gently fondle one another as we continue our kisses.
This is new to me. Last night, it was about rushing to the edge of a cliff and leaping over. Now, Monty teaches me to stop right at the edge, pausing when the intense sensations make me shake and quiver, then start again, stroking, fondling, kissing, loving. Over and over, he brings me to the point where I want to leap off the cliff, but then he brings me back.
And he teaches me to do the same to him. To watch his body. To listen to his moans. To recognize how my touch is affecting him. To learn to calm his body down again before starting over.
It's wonderful, and each time we stop and start again, I feel as if I'm climbing a mountain, reaching higher and higher.
When we can take no more, Monty presses his lips to mine and we passionately kiss while our bodies shake and our cocks spasm violently between us. I'm falling from the mountain peak, and it lasts forever.
I open my eyes and see Monty looking at me. In love? Perhaps.
Slowly we clean each other again, still kissing from time to time. This is not sex. This is making love. This is falling in love.
The end of BROKEN, Chapter Thirteen | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Broken Chapter 13</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p><span>This is a work of fiction intended
solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people
or places is purely coincidental. Readers who would like to chat are encouraged
to contact me at <u>[email protected]</u>. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>This story is the property of
the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights.
No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>If you enjoy this story,
please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting </span><a href="https://donate.nifty.org/" target="_blank"><span>https://donate.nifty.org/</span></a><span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<h2>Chapter Thirteen<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>The shower is over, we've dried off, and now we're cuddling in
Monty's bed. He's still laughing at me because I messed up my bed first before
running and jumping into his bed with him. He knows why I did it. Now Momma and
Mattie will think I sleep in the other bed. They'll never guess I sleep with
Monty. Well, they might <b><i>guess</i></b>, but they won't know for certain,
and I'm sure not going to tell them!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I snuggle up
against him. I think I like this almost as much as taking showers with him. My
head is tucked under his chin, so I'm giving him small kisses on his
collarbone. I don't know if he likes it. He jumps every now and then, so maybe
it tickles a little, but that could also be from my fingers playing with the
hair in the middle of his chest and with his nipples. He has a little tuft of
black hair right in the middle of his chest that turns into a long line of hair
running down to his pubes, and there are a few hairs growing next to his
nipples. I'm fascinated by it. I like pulling the hairs out and rubbing the
little nub of his nipples, feeling them perk up and stick out a bit more.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I push back slightly and look up into his face. His chin and
cheeks are covered with a light stubble of beard. I stroke the line of his jaw,
amazed at how thick it is. Didn't he shave this morning? There's a bit of hair
sticking out of his nostrils. I poke the hair, making him wrinkle his nose.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls his head back and exclaims, "Hey! What are you
doing?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I stop playing around and slide my hands back down to his
chest. "I don't have hair like you, so it's interesting to me. I've never had a
chance to examine a man up close until now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"<span>So</span> when did I become your science
experiment?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I chuckle and say, "If I was an alien researcher, I'd have
to probe every hole in your body to learn what purpose it serves."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls me into a tight hug, so tight I have trouble
breathing. "You aren't an alien researcher, so stop probing my body!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Gasping for air, I choke out, "Let me go or I'll probe your
balls with my cock." To emphasize my point, I thrust my hips against him. Yes,
I'm rock hard again. Yes, I'm fully aware that I can't actually `probe his
balls' with my cock. No, my cock isn't a very effective weapon against his
squeeze attack, but it's all I have at the moment. I thrust and poke, making
him laugh. Then he slides his hands down to my butt and pulls me against him. My
cock is probing away, finding another shaft that is getting hard fast. Monty holds
me by my butt cheeks as we both begin thrusting.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Suddenly, he stops. "We better leave it right there,
cowboy," he says.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Don't want to get my bed wet and sticky. We have to sleep
here, after all."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Giggling, I reach down and grab his cock. "You mean your
probe leaks?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He jiggles my butt. "Your probe leaks too, you know?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod. "Twice, if I'm lucky."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Hmmm, and did you get lucky tonight?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Very, <b><i>very</i></b> lucky!" I stretch up and kiss him
on the mouth. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty turns over and reaches behind him for the switch on
the bedside lamp. Darkness fills the room as we hug and cuddle. I wouldn't mind
trying to get lucky a third time, but being held in his arms is good enough for
now. It takes me a long time to fall asleep.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Five a.m. comes far too soon the next morning. I'm
struggling to wake up. I'd much rather stay right where I am, wrapped up in
Monty's strong arms, but we have to get up and do our chores. We stumble out of
bed, pull on our clothes, and head over to the house to greet the family.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I think Poppa notices how much trouble I'm having waking up
this morning, but he doesn't say anything. I know Momma spots my weariness; she
hands me a cup of coffee and points at the cream and sugar on the table. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson comes into the kitchen and grins knowingly. "Someone
had a rough night."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm blushing, but I have an explanation ready to go. "Those
bunkhouse beds are uncomfortable. I like my own mattress a lot better."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mattie has a snide comment, naturally. "Why don't you move
back into your room and stop acting so ridiculous?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty comes to my rescue. "Actually, those beds are more
comfortable than what they had us sleeping on in Army basic training. I think
he'll get used to it in no time." He smiles at me and winks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Momma rubs my neck. "I'll pull some heavy blankets out of
storage. Maybe all those beds need is a bit of extra padding." She squeezes my
neck gently, then bends down to kiss my hair.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Thanks, Momma," I whisper, taking a big sip of my hot
coffee, extra sweet with lots of cream.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty and I don't have a chance to talk privately until much
later in the morning, after Carson and Mattie have left for school, after Momma
starts her morning cleaning, and after Poppa heads down to the river bottom to work
on the new pasture. We asked Poppa if he wanted our help, but he said he had an
easy day planned, mostly plowing up the soil and getting it ready for planting
the Bermuda grass seed. He'd rather we keep working the horses, so that's what
we have planned.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>While we're exercising the horses in the round pen, Monty
and I talk. No one can overhear us, but we're still careful with our
conversation.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Was that the first time you've done that?" Monty asks as he
wiggles the lunge strap and sends the first horse walking around the pen.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"With someone else or by myself?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Either one."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's a little embarrassing for me to admit this, but I want
to be honest with Monty. "First time with someone else. First time in a shower
with soap. Third time overall."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty looks over at me, shocked. "That was only your third
time�" he looks around to be sure we're alone� "<span>cumming</span>?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know my face is bright red. "Yes. I told you I'm
inexperienced. That's why I need you to teach me stuff."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"But ... you're thirteen. You haven't been ...?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No, I haven't." I know my voice is a little sharp, but this
is humiliating. "When would I be able to, Monty? I share a bathroom with my big
brother and witch sister. If I spend more than three minutes in there, someone
is banging on the door, yelling at me to hurry up. When I'm taking a shower, I
never know when Carson is going to come right in and take a piss, stinking up
the room with his nasty farts and then laughing about it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty chuckles. "I suppose that's a serious boner killer."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It is. And there's really nowhere I can go to have privacy.
The barn? People are in and out of there all day long. Behind the barn? Mattie
already has it staked out for her jack-off sessions with the county horndogs."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"The bunkhouse?" Monty asks, sending the horse into a
canter.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pause in my ranting and think about it. "Well, actually, I
think I know why Carson was always out there before you moved in. I wonder
where he goes now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty starts laughing. "It's okay, Truman. I'm sorry I
asked. I was an only child, so I didn't have trouble finding places to be alone
when I needed to take care of my pressing business."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hop off the fence and walk to the center of the ring,
standing next to Monty. He stops the horse and turns to face me as I say, "Monty,
I <b><i>know</i></b> all about puberty and sex and masturbation and all the
rest because I've <b><i>read</i></b> everything I can find on the subject. I'm
smart. I know how it all works, but I've never had a chance to try any of it.
That's why I need your help."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls me into his chest and hugs me gently. "I'm sorry I
teased you, Truman. I see now why you want me to show you sex stuff."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It's not just the sex stuff, Monty. It's the love stuff
too. I want to learn it all."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Okay, but remember what I told you. I can show you all
kinds of fun things you can do with your body, but I can't teach you to love. That's
something your heart has to figure out on its own."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"But isn't that what we did last night? It wasn't just sex,
was it? We were also loving each other, I think."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty nods. "We were, but I'm still not sure that we're <b><i>in
love</i></b>."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What's the difference?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Well, that's a really good question. I guess I'll answer it
this way. You're thirteen. Your body is going crazy, pumping out the hormones
and giving you boners all day long."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I giggle. I know why he's saying that, because I'm hard
right now. He's hugging me, and my cock is loving the feeling of his body
pressing against mine. I'm sure he can feel my boner pushing against his hip.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty continues, "If we snuck back into the bunkhouse right
now, I'm sure I could help you out with this <b><i>hard</i></b> situation,
probably twice."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Or three times," I say, smirking.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"That's because your body is a sex machine right now, ready
to go at the drop of a hat. Mine was too when I was thirteen. Heck, I'm still a
horny rascal, though I keep it under control most of the time. But my point is,
we guys are ready for sex just about every moment of every day, and it's worse
for a young guy like you. You need those hormones to grow, not to have sex, but
your body doesn't know the difference, so it keeps pumping out the
testosterone, not noticing that it's making you a raging sex maniac all day
long."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I punch his chest playfully. "I'm not a sex maniac."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He tilts his head as if he's giving that some thought. "Not
a maniac then. But definitely a sex fiend."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Okay. I'll accept that," I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty looks down into my eyes and softly says, "What we did
in the shower last night was sexy. It was also loving. Because it's so new to
you, the sexy part is going to be powerful and overwhelming for a while. You'll
enjoy the loving too, but the sex is going to be what you enjoy the most. I'm
not sure you're ready for the loving part yet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I sigh and press my face against his chest. "But isn't that
what we're doing now? Isn't this love without sex."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It is," Monty admits. "And I've decided that I don't ever
want to have sex with you again."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I push away and look up at him, surprised and upset. "You
don't?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He grins. "I only want to make love to you. If we have a
little sex while we're making love, that's good too."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I smile, understanding what he's saying. "Okay. I'd like
that." Then I frown and ask, "When will we stop making love and actually be in
love?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty hands me the lunge strap. "I can't answer that
question, Truman. Because I don't know."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We finish working the horses, groom them, and send them out
to graze. Then we carry the gear into the barn. While we're putting away the
tack, I realize something. Turning to Monty, I say, "There's a picture of you
and Jonas in your scrapbook. You're looking into each other's eyes, and it
obvious you love each other. I think you were actually <b><i>in love</i></b>,
and anyone seeing that photo will know, just looking at it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty smiles sadly and agrees. "We were."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"<span>So</span> you know what it feels like to
be in love."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yes, I do."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I wrinkle my brow as I'm thinking out loud. "If you've been
in love before, then you should recognize the signs if it happens again. If you
start feeling it with me. Right?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty nods. "Sure."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"And that means you can tell me what the signs are. Then
we'll both know what to look for."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty jumps up onto the table we keep in the tack room, then
pats a spot on the table next to him. I turn around and jump up beside him. He
puts one arm around my neck and pulls me against his side. "Truman, love isn't
a science experiment. I've noticed that you think about things that way most of
the time."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Sure," I say, acknowledging what he's implying. "I know it
irritates other people when I do that, but it's just how my brain works. I have
to understand all the steps. What happens first? What happens next? If you do
one thing, can you always expect the same results? I don't mean to be such a
nerd, but it's how I learn and figure things out."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Hey, that's okay with me, cowboy. I'm not saying you
shouldn't do that, and there's nothing wrong with your brain working that way."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Then what are you saying?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Truman, all I want you to see is that love doesn't operate
like a science experiment. You can't add a couple of ingredients and turn up
the heat and�BOOM�you're in love."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I know that," I say, a little irritated. "I'm not saying I
want to force you to love me by doing all the right things. I'm just asking
what I should look for. How will I know if we're falling in love?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty shrugs. "Could be a lot of different things. Could be
how you feel when we're apart. Are you anxious and frustrated if you don't see
my handsome face for a day?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I snort and lean against him. "The answer is yes."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It could also be who you dream about at night. Do I visit
you in your sleep and give you a raging boner?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I snicker, hearing that. "I don't know. I don't dream very
much when I'm sleeping with you, but I do get boners."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"And then there's always jealousy. That can tell you if
you're in love."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What do you mean?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Well, if you saw me kissing Carson, would you be green with
envy?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I doubt it. For one thing, Carson isn't gay, so I'd be very
surprised if he would let you kiss him."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Okay then. What about Mattie? She would definitely kiss me
if I asked her."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I punch his leg. Hard! "She better not kiss you. EVER!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty laughs. "Sounds like jealousy to me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Nope," I reply. "Sounds like Mattie and me are going out to
the round pen after she gets home from school and I'm <span>gonna</span>
kick her butt until she promises to leave you alone."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty hugs me against his side. "You don't have to worry
about your sister kissing me, but judging by your response, I'd say you have a
jealous streak and it might tell us that you're in love with me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Fine. <span>So</span> I might be falling in
love with you. How will I know, one hundred percent for sure, that I'm in
love?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty shrugs. "I don't know, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"How did you know you were in love with Jonas?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pauses, then sighs, "I think I realized it when losing
him meant I lost a piece of my own soul."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now it's my turn to pause. "I don't want that to happen,
Monty. I don't want to lose you and have it tear out a part of my soul. That
sounds like a horrible way to discover you're in love."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It is, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Is that why you're holding back with me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What do you mean?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Are you trying to keep yourself from falling in love
because you don't want to hurt so much if you lose me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He sighs. "Maybe."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"If you could build a time machine and go back in the past
and warn yourself not to fall in love with Jonas, would you?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He's thinking about my question. He's going through his
memories, I suppose, thinking about all the times he spent with Jonas, remembering
what it was like to be in love. Then he sucks in a quick breath, almost as if
he's just realized something important, and he turns to me. "No, Truman, I
wouldn't. As much as it hurt to lose Jonas, it would have hurt far more to
never have loved him." He jumps off the table and stands in front of me, taking
my hands in his own. "Thank you for reminding me of that, Truman." His eyes are
sparkling again, and I can see how happy he is, finally.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I smile bashfully and ask, "Then I guess there's only one
more question I have, Monty. Are you falling in love with me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He doesn't answer right away. He takes so long to respond
that I lose my smile and duck my head. "You can't tell me?" I ask, and my voice
cracks a little when I speak.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He reaches for my chin and lifts my head so we're looking
each other in the eye. "Am I falling in love with you, Truman Nathaniel Greene?
Yes, I think I am."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We stink from working with the horses all morning, so Monty
suggests a quick shower before lunch.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The shower isn't quick, and we do more than wash away the
smell of horses.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>With the warm water pouring down upon our heads, we exchange
gentle, sweet kisses while our hands slowly caress each other. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We don't rush. We lovingly bathe each other first, then
gently fondle one another as we continue our kisses. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>This is new to me. Last night, it was about rushing to the
edge of a cliff and leaping over. Now, Monty teaches me to stop right at the
edge, pausing when the intense sensations make me shake and quiver, then start
again, stroking, fondling, kissing, loving. Over and over, he brings me to the
point where I want to leap off the cliff, but then he brings me back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>And he teaches me to do the same to him. To watch his body. To
listen to his moans. To recognize how my touch is affecting him. To learn to
calm his body down again before starting over.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's wonderful, and each time we stop and start again, I
feel as if I'm climbing a mountain, reaching higher and higher.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When we can take no more, Monty presses his lips to mine and
we passionately kiss while our bodies shake and our <span>cocks</span>
spasm violently between us. I'm falling from the mountain peak, and it lasts
forever.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I open my eyes and see Monty looking at me. In love? Perhaps.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Slowly we clean each other again, still kissing from time to
time. This is not sex. This is making love. This is falling in love. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Thirteen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Twenty-Six
I'm devastated.
As hateful as Mattie's words are, they are also true. In the eyes of the law, Monty is raping me every time he makes love to me. According to the people who know best, I can't consent to what Monty and I are doing. I don't know any better. I'm too young to understand the consequences of our loving each other. BULLSHIT!
As unfair as that is, it's still a problem for me and Monty. I've known that all along, but I've been choosing to ignore it. I've been selfish. I've been putting Monty at risk, and if I love him, I have to stop.
There's really only one thing I can do.
I walk into the bunkhouse and show Monty the belt.
"Wow, Cowboy. This is beautiful. Think you can make one for me?" Monty puts his arm around me to hug me.
"Sure," I reply, scooting away from him.
He looks at me, puzzled. "What's wrong, Truman?"
I shake my head. "Nothing's wrong, Monty." I walk over to his bed and pick up my pillow. "I think I'm going to sleep in my room from now on." I walk to the dresser and begin pulling out my underwear and tee-shirts.
Monty watches me, stunned, unsure what to say or do.
͠ ͠ ͠
I pass by Momma on my way to my bedroom upstairs. She sees I'm carrying my clothes.
I suppose I owe her an explanation. "I'm moving back into my bedroom, Momma."
She looks upset, but doesn't comment, other than to ask, "Would you like help?"
"No, Momma. I've got this."
I climb the stairs, one slow step at a time. My world is crumbling around me.
I walk into my bedroom and open the top drawer on my dresser. I drop my stuff inside and turn to see Carson standing in the open door. "What's going on, Squirt?"
"Nothing, really," I reply. "Just bringing my clothes back over."
"Moving back in?" he asks.
"Yep."
Carson sighs and says, "Truman, if you wanna talk about�"
"No," I say, interrupting. "I don't want to talk. I just want to be left alone."
I'm afraid Carson won't listen. I'm worried he'll come in and give me a hug and I'll break down and start crying. But he doesn't. He turns and leaves, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I head out the door for another load. When I walk outside, I see Momma walking towards me, coming from the bunkhouse. Oh, I hope she hasn't said anything to Monty. Please, please, please let everyone just mind their own business and let me do what needs to be done.
Monty is sitting on his bunk when I come back in. He doesn't say anything. He watches me clean out the last of my clothes. Then he stands up and walks over to me. He holds out the horse training book we've been using. Understanding the Equine. He places it on top of the clothes I'm carrying. "It's yours," he says.
"No. It isn't," I snap. "That's your book."
"I want you to have it," he insists. He turns away and walks into the bathroom, leaving me alone.
I sniff and turn, walking out the bunkhouse door.
͠ ͠ ͠
It's almost midnight. I can't sleep. My old bed feels cold and empty, and I know why. Monty isn't next to me.
I'm reading Understanding the Equine. Well, actually NOT reading. I'm turning the pages and seeing the words and pictures and thinking how much this fucking hurts. I turn the last page and a piece of paper falls out. It's the ownership papers for Misty. Monty has made one change at the bottom, signing over full ownership to me.
I climb out of bed and place Monty's book on my dresser.
I find my boots and pull them on. There's a full-length mirror on the back of my door. I see my reflection there. I'm wearing nothing but boxer briefs and cowboy boots, so I look silly. Whatever.
I open the door and walk to the end of the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, out the back door, and across the gravel driveway. The moon is just coming up, so the night is bathed in a silver glow. There's a warm breeze stirring the tree branches. The birds are asleep. Everyone is, except me, I guess.
I clomp through the gravel to the bunkhouse. Do I knock? It's not my home anymore.
I turn the handle and step inside. It's dark. Inky black. I move slowly inside and stop.
There's movement on Monty's bunk, then the click of the bedside lamp. Golden light spills out into the room. Monty looks at me, then chuckles.
I look down at my boxer briefs and boots. "What?"
"Nice outfit, Cowboy."
I sit down on his bed and struggle to get my left boot off. It finally slides off, and I toss it into the corner. Then I do the same with the other boot.
"Truman�" Monty begins, but I place my finger over his lips.
I stand up and slide my underwear down to the floor and step out of them.
Monty lifts the blankets. I slide underneath and take him in my arms.
We kiss.
We hold each other.
We make love. One last time.
When Monty is asleep, I slide out of bed, put on my underwear and my boots, and turn off the bedside lamp. Then I go back to the house and my own cold bed.
͠ ͠ ͠
The next day, Monty and I train the horses, same as always. That doesn't change. What does change is that we don't touch each other, we don't hug, we don't kiss. And we're fucking miserable.
In the barn as we're putting away the gear, Monty tries to talk to me about it. "I don't want it to be this way."
"We don't have a choice, Monty."
"But don't you see that it's destroying our relationship?"
"We can't HAVE a relationship, Monty. We can't."
"Why, Truman?"
"Because I can't let them hurt you."
"Who, Truman? Who is going to hurt me?"
"THEM! Don't you get it, Monty?" I'm weeping now, unable to control my emotions. "I have to do this. I don't want this any more than you, but I won't let them destroy your life because of me!"
I run from the barn, sobbing.
͠ ͠ ͠
I see Poppa and Monty talking a lot over the next few days. Making phone calls. Nodding their heads in agreement. Shaking hands.
Then I see Monty loading up his pickup with his duffel bags and cardboard boxes filled with books.
I refuse to say goodbye. Like a coward, I hide in my room, peeking out my window, watching Monty carry all his belongings from the bunkhouse to his pickup. Poppa comes out and shakes Monty's hand one last time. Monty gets in and cranks up his truck. He backs out slowly, stops, turns, and begins driving away down the lane. He's almost to the highway when I run out the back door, chasing him.
His brake lights come on. The truck stops and Monty climbs out.
I run down the lane and leap into his arms, hugging him, kissing him, crying in anguish.
He holds me until I finally let him go. He lowers me slowly to the ground, pulls my arms from around his neck, and wipes the tears from my eyes. Monty whispers, "I understand why you did it, Cowboy. And I won't ever stop loving you."
He climbs back into his truck and gives me one last smile before putting the truck into gear and driving away.
I turn and walk slowly back to the house. Carson and Poppa are standing at the end of the lane, waiting for me. They take me in their arms and hug me, but they don't say anything. I couldn't handle it if they did.
͠ ͠ ͠
I make it through the last few weeks of summer.
Carson starts working out with me again, teaching me everything I'll need to know to keep going while he's at college. He warns me he'll be home for Thanksgiving, so I better have put on some good muscle mass by then.
I continue training Misty. I want to compete in trail riding competitions with her. She's smart, so I know she'll do great at it.
Poppa tells me the Welsh place has sold and the new owner is moving in tomorrow. He asks me if I'd be willing to go over and help them move in.
I don't mind, so I agree to lend a hand. "If they're going to be moving a lot of heavy furniture, they might want Carson's help too," I mention.
Poppa shakes his head. "I don't think that will be necessary. If it is, you can come grab Carson, but I suspect there won't be all that much to unload."
͠ ͠ ͠
I'm waiting on the front porch of the Welsh house for the new owners to show up. I see a familiar beaten-up old pickup turn into the drive and pull up in front of the house. I shake my head in disbelief. What the hell?
A handsome cowboy gets out. He's a foot taller than me, with dark black hair and deep green eyes. He's wearing a black cowboy hat.
He takes one look at me and asks, "Are you my helper?"
I step off the porch and say, "If you're the new owner, then yep, I'm your helper."
He walks forward and extends his hand. "I just bought the place a few weeks ago. Had a friend help me with financing at the local bank. He said it would make a good place for raising and training horses. That's what I do for a living. Montana McDowell is my name."
I shake his hand, trying not to laugh. "I'm Truman Greene."
"You know anything about training horses?"
I nod. "I've got a little experience."
He grins. "That's good. I'm gonna be looking for a hired hand. I'm planning to buy a half dozen young horses this fall, break `em, train `em, sell `em and buy some more. I need an assistant. A horse wrangler. Are you interested in the position?"
I slide into Monty's arms and hug him. I'm not letting him go this time. No matter what.
͠ ͠ ͠
My name is Truman Nathaniel Greene. I'm fourteen. I just had my birthday, and I'll be starting ninth grade this fall. I live on a farm where we have cows, goats, a few horses, and chickens, but I work on the ranch next door, training horses with my partner, Montana McDowell. I won't say where I sleep, but there are lots of days when we don't finish our work until late at night, and I've been known to stay at the ranch until the next morning.
I also help my Poppa, CJ Greene, taking care of his animals. He's hired a couple of men to help him out, because I'm so busy working on the McDowell ranch and my brother, Carson Greene, is a star linebacker at college. My sister, Mattie Greene, is still a bratty witch, but she's finally calming down, and I think Poppa's new hired hands are the reason why. One of them is really sweet on Mattie. My mother, Edith Greene, is one of the nicest women you'll ever meet. She keeps us all in line and her biscuits and oatmeal are the best breakfast you'll ever eat.
We're happy, and we work hard.
This summer was the most incredible summer of my life. I became a man. I fell in love. I found my partner for life.
And I learned, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm not broken.
The end of BROKEN | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Broken Chapter 26</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p><a name="_Hlk155476295">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></a></p>
<p><span><i><span>By Wes Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p><span><span>This is a work of fiction intended solely for the
entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is
purely coincidental. Readers who would like to chat are encouraged to contact me
at <u>[email protected]</u>. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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<h2><span>Chapter Twenty-Six<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
<p><span>I'm devastated.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>As hateful as
Mattie's words are, they are also true. In the eyes of the law, Monty is raping
me every time he makes love to me. According to the people who know best, I
can't consent to what Monty and I are doing. I don't know any better. I'm too
young to understand the consequences of our loving each other. BULLSHIT!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>As unfair as that
is, it's still a problem for me and Monty. I've known that all along, but I've
been choosing to ignore it. I've been selfish. I've been putting Monty at risk,
and if I love him, I have to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>There's really only
one thing I can do.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I walk into the
bunkhouse and show Monty the belt. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Wow, Cowboy. This
is beautiful. Think you can make one for me?" Monty puts his arm around me to
hug me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Sure," I reply,
scooting away from him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He looks at me,
puzzled. "What's wrong, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I shake my head. "Nothing's
wrong, Monty." I walk over to his bed and pick up my pillow. "I think I'm going
to sleep in my room from now on." I walk to the dresser and begin pulling out
my underwear and tee-shirts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Monty watches me,
stunned, unsure what to say or do.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I pass by Momma on
my way to my bedroom upstairs. She sees I'm carrying my clothes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I suppose I owe her
an explanation. "I'm moving back into my bedroom, Momma." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>She looks upset,
but doesn't comment, other than to ask, "Would you like help?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No, Momma. I've
got this."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I climb the stairs,
one slow step at a time. My world is crumbling around me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I walk into my
bedroom and open the top drawer on my dresser. I drop my stuff inside and turn
to see Carson standing in the open door. "What's going on, Squirt?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Nothing, really,"
I reply. "Just bringing my clothes back over."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Moving back in?"
he asks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Yep."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Carson sighs and
says, "Truman, if you <span>wanna</span> talk about�"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No," I say,
interrupting. "I don't want to talk. I just want to be left alone."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I'm afraid Carson
won't listen. I'm worried he'll come in and give me a hug and I'll break down
and start crying. But he doesn't. He turns and leaves, and I breathe a sigh of
relief.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I head out the door
for another load. When I walk outside, I see Momma walking towards me, coming
from the bunkhouse. Oh, I hope she hasn't said anything to Monty. Please,
please, please let everyone just mind their own business and let me do what
needs to be done.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Monty is sitting on
his bunk when I come back in. He doesn't say anything. He watches me clean out
the last of my clothes. Then he stands up and walks over to me. He holds out
the horse training book we've been using. <i>Understanding the Equine</i>. He
places it on top of the clothes I'm carrying. "It's yours," he says. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"No. It isn't," I snap.
"That's your book."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"I want you to have
it," he insists. He turns away and walks into the bathroom, leaving me alone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I sniff and turn,
walking out the bunkhouse door. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>It's almost
midnight. I can't sleep. My old bed feels cold and empty, and I know why. Monty
isn't next to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I'm reading <i>Understanding
the Equine</i>. Well, actually NOT reading. I'm turning the pages and seeing
the words and pictures and thinking how much this fucking hurts. I turn the
last page and a piece of paper falls out. It's the ownership papers for Misty. Monty
has made one change at the bottom, signing over full ownership to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I climb out of bed
and place Monty's book on my dresser.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I find my boots and
pull them on. There's a full-length mirror on the back of my door. I see my
reflection there. I'm wearing nothing but boxer briefs and cowboy boots, so I
look silly. Whatever.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I open the door and
walk to the end of the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, out the back
door, and across the gravel driveway. The moon is just coming up, so the night
is bathed in a silver glow. There's a warm breeze stirring the tree branches. The
birds are asleep. Everyone is, except me, I guess.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I clomp through the
gravel to the bunkhouse. Do I knock? It's not my home anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I turn the handle
and step inside. It's dark. Inky black. I move slowly inside and stop.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>There's movement on
Monty's bunk, then the click of the bedside lamp. Golden light spills out into
the room. Monty looks at me, then chuckles.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I look down at my
boxer briefs and boots. "What?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Nice outfit, Cowboy."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I sit down on his
bed and struggle to get my left boot off. It finally slides off, and I toss it
into the corner. Then I do the same with the other boot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Truman�" Monty
begins, but I place my finger over his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I stand up and
slide my underwear down to the floor and step out of them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Monty lifts the
blankets. I slide underneath and take him in my arms. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>We kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>We hold each other.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>We make love. One
last time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>When Monty is
asleep, I slide out of bed, put on my underwear and my boots, and turn off the
bedside lamp. Then I go back to the house and my own cold bed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>The next day, Monty
and I train the horses, same as always. That doesn't change. What does change
is that we don't touch each other, we don't hug, we don't kiss. And we're
fucking miserable.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>In the barn as
we're putting away the gear, Monty tries to talk to me about it. "I don't want
it to be this way."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"We don't have a
choice, Monty."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"But don't you see
that it's destroying our relationship?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"We can't HAVE a
relationship, Monty. We can't."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Why, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Because I can't
let them hurt you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"Who, Truman? Who
is going to hurt me?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"THEM! Don't you
get it, Monty?" I'm weeping now, unable to control my emotions. "I have to do
this. I don't want this <span>any more</span> than you, but I
won't let them destroy your life because of me!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I run from the
barn, sobbing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I see Poppa and
Monty talking a lot over the next few days. Making phone calls. Nodding their
heads in agreement. Shaking hands.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Then I see Monty
loading up his pickup with his duffel bags and cardboard boxes filled with
books.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I refuse to say
goodbye. Like a coward, I hide in my room, peeking out my window, watching
Monty carry all his belongings from the bunkhouse to his pickup. Poppa comes
out and shakes Monty's hand one last time. Monty gets in and cranks up his
truck. He backs out slowly, stops, turns, and begins driving away down the lane.
He's almost to the highway when I run out the back door, chasing him. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>His brake lights
come on. The truck stops and Monty climbs out. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I run down the lane
and leap into his arms, hugging him, kissing him, crying in anguish. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He holds me until I
finally let him go. He lowers me slowly to the ground, pulls my arms from
around his neck, and wipes the tears from my eyes. Monty whispers, "I
understand why you did it, Cowboy. And I won't ever stop loving you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He climbs back into
his truck and gives me one last smile before putting the truck into gear and
driving away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I turn and walk
slowly back to the house. Carson and Poppa are standing at the end of the lane,
waiting for me. They take me in their arms and hug me, but they don't say
anything. I couldn't handle it if they did.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I make it through
the last few weeks of summer. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Carson starts
working out with me again, teaching me everything I'll need to know to keep
going while he's at college. He warns me he'll be home for Thanksgiving, so I
better have put on some good muscle mass by then.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I continue training
Misty. I want to compete in trail riding competitions with her. She's smart, so
I know she'll do great at it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Poppa tells me the
Welsh place has sold and the new owner is moving in tomorrow. He asks me if I'd
be willing to go over and help them move in. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I don't mind, so I
agree to lend a hand. "If they're going to be moving a lot of heavy furniture,
they might want Carson's help too," I mention.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>Poppa shakes his
head. "I don't think that will be necessary. If it is, you can come grab Carson,
but I suspect there won't be all that much to unload."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I'm waiting on the
front porch of the Welsh house for the new owners to show up. I see a familiar
beaten-up old pickup turn into the drive and pull up in front of the house. I
shake my head in disbelief. What the hell?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>A handsome cowboy
gets out. He's a foot taller than me, with dark black hair and deep green eyes.
He's wearing a black cowboy hat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He takes one look
at me and asks, "Are <span>you</span> my helper?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I step off the
porch and say, "If you're the new owner, then yep, I'm your helper."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He walks forward
and extends his hand. "I just bought the place a few weeks ago. Had a friend
help me with financing at the local bank. He said it would make a good place
for raising and training horses. That's what I do for a living. Montana
McDowell is my name."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I shake his hand,
trying not to laugh. "I'm Truman Greene."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>"You know anything
about training horses?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I nod. "I've got a
little experience."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>He grins. "That's
good. I'm <span>gonna</span> be looking for a hired hand. I'm
planning to buy a half dozen young horses this fall, break `<span>em</span>,
train `<span>em</span>, sell `<span>em</span> and buy
some more. I need an assistant. A horse wrangler. Are you interested in the position?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I slide into
Monty's arms and hug him. I'm not letting him go this time. No matter what.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>͠<span>
</span>͠<span> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>My name is Truman
Nathaniel Greene. I'm fourteen. I just had my birthday, and I'll be starting
ninth grade this fall. I live on a farm where we have cows, goats, a few
horses, and chickens, but I work on the ranch next door, training horses with
my partner, Montana McDowell. I won't say where I sleep, but there are lots of
days when we don't finish our work until late at night, and I've been known to
stay at the ranch until the next morning.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>I also help my
Poppa, CJ Greene, taking care of his animals. He's hired a couple of men to
help him out, because I'm so busy working on the McDowell ranch and my brother,
Carson Greene, is a star linebacker at college. My sister, Mattie Greene, is still
a bratty witch, but she's finally calming down, and I think Poppa's new hired
hands are the reason why. One of them is really sweet on Mattie. My mother,
Edith Greene, is one of the nicest women you'll ever meet. She keeps us all in
line and her biscuits and oatmeal are the best breakfast you'll ever eat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>We're happy, and we
work hard.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>This summer was the
most incredible summer of my life. I became a man. I fell in love. I found my
partner for life.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span>And I learned,
beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm not broken.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span><span>The end of BROKEN</span></span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Twenty-One
I know Mattie was spying on us.
At breakfast, she gives me the cold shoulder and won't even look at Monty. I'm nervous, wondering if she is going to say anything to Momma and Poppa, but she doesn't say a word about it. In fact, she doesn't speak at all, eating her biscuits and oatmeal with a grumpy look on her face.
Momma glances at Mattie, squinting a bit as she takes in Mattie's angry attitude this morning. Momma frowns and says, "Prom is coming up in a week, dear. What are you planning to wear?"
Mattie wrinkles her nose and mutters, "I'm not going this year." She places her spoon in her empty bowl. "May I be excused?"
Momma nods her head, and Mattie jumps up, knocking her chair into mine (deliberately, I think), and drops her dishes in the sink.
I watch her dash out of the kitchen and rush up the stairs to her bedroom. I don't understand the female of our species, especially sisters who are actually witches from the Dark Nebula. I'd be better off living with an alien who doesn't speak my language. Then we'd have to use telepathy to communicate, and I'd actually understand what she's thinking. Or we could use a universal translator device. We could blame the translator if we misunderstand each other and start a galactic war. With sisters, you just have to take your chances and hope you don't say something that sets them off.
The mood lightens up with Mattie gone, and the rest of us chat about our plans for the day. Carson and Poppa are planting Bermuda grass at the river bottom. Monty and I are training horses. Momma is sewing a fancy dress for Mattie, because she's sure Mattie will change her mind a dozen times before Friday night's dance.
It doesn't matter to me. I'm never going to Prom, unless I can take Monty.
͠ ͠ ͠
Two of the most popular events in a horse competition are Western Pleasure and Western Riding.
In Western Pleasure, the competitors all enter the ring together and ride in a circle around the outside of the ring while the judge stands in the middle, watching them walk, trot, and canter. He'll also ask them to stop and stand, to see if the horses are calm or jumpy. Then he asks them to back up. He'll have them change directions and go around the ring the other way, again walking, trotting, and cantering. He's looking for the horses to be in the correct lead at a canter. And no matter what gait they're in, he's expecting them to be smooth rides. The horse is the one being judged, but the rider had better be sharp too. Nothing gets you knocked out of the competition faster than a rider who is bouncing around at a trot instead of rocking in sync with the horse.
Western Riding is entirely different. The competitors go one at a time. They ride a complicated pattern�the same for everyone�walking, trotting, cantering around in loops and serpentines in the correct lead, riding hard down the middle of the arena, sliding to a stop, and backing up. The judge sits on the sidelines for this event, checking to see how well the horse and rider complete the pattern. It's still important for the ride to be smooth and effortless, but it's critical that the rider complete the pattern exactly as it is designed.
In both events, the skills the horse needs are similar. That's what Monty and I plan to cover in our training for the next few days. We want the horses to be alert, with their ears forward. They need to move at a good pace on the walk, have a smooth trot, and be able to give us a slow or fast canter, whichever we ask them to do, always in the correct lead.
Misty is a natural at it. She loves the training. It's almost like she's been waiting all her life for a chance to show how good she is at listening to her rider and doing everything he asks. This horse is incredible, and I'm really growing fond of her.
I know I can't be getting attached to this horse. Eventually, she's going to auction. Most of our animals do, because that's how we make a living on the farm. Cattle and chickens become food; horses go to work on ranches or farms around the state. My job right now is to give Misty the best training I can so she'll fetch a good price, not to fall in love with her, but I can't help myself. She's amazing. Intelligent and quick to learn. And when I'm standing next to her, rubbing her neck and telling her what a good girl she is, she leans her head over my shoulder and pulls me up against her chest. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's trying to hug me. I don't want to get too attached to this horse, but I am.
That's one of the things about farming I hate. Falling in love with your animals and then having to sell them some time in the future.
͠ ͠ ͠
Monty seems to be doing a lot better by the end of the day. He's not in as much pain, so I guess he's healing up.
After supper, he surprises me. We're stretched out on our bunks, reading books, when he looks over at me and says with a grin, "Hey, Cowboy. I'm feeling pretty good tonight, and as much as I've been enjoying your finger in my butt, I was wondering if you'd like to try putting your cock up in me."
I look at him. "Are you serious?"
He nods. "I think it's time. That is, if you still want to try."
I jump off the bunk and start stripping away my clothes. In fifteen seconds, I have my shirt on the floor and my pants and underwear down to my knees with my boner throbbing in the air. Monty is still lying back on his bunk, watching me, grinning.
"Why aren't you getting undressed?" I ask.
Monty laughs. "I thought it might be fun to undress each other, but I can see you're eager to get started."
I push my pants down the rest of the way and kick them off, then run over to Monty's bunk and grab his belt and wrestle it free.
I stop.
I turn and look behind me.
The curtains are completely closed.
Monty chuckles. "I made sure they were closed earlier."
I turn back to Monty and unsnap his jeans, working them down his legs and off his feet. I throw them against the wall. His underwear is flying into the corner a few seconds later. I take a little longer with his shirt, being extra careful with his ribs and collarbone. When he's buck naked, I ask, "Okay. How do we start?"
Monty is struggling not to laugh at me. "Help me up, Truman. We both need a shower first, and I'm going to teach you the nastiest part of making love when you're a gay cowboy ... cleaning out first."
I pull him to his feet and give him a quick, but passionate kiss. "I don't care, Monty. I'm just so happy we're finally going to do it." Then I wrinkle my brow and ask, "Am I doing you, or are you doing me?"
Laughing, Monty replies, "Let's start out with you topping me. I'll teach you everything I have to do to get ready, and then we'll take it nice and slow. I'm not hurting that much anymore, but I'm still not ready for you to turn me upside down off the edge of the bed and pound me from above."
"Now why would I want to do all that?" I ask, kissing him again. "This is my first time, and I want to remember it as the night I made love to Montana McDowell."
Monty puts his arm around me and walks me to the bunkhouse bathroom. "Then slow and easy it is."
͠ ͠ ͠
Cleaning out is not as nasty as I thought it would be. Monty turns the shower on low, with warm water spraying gently out, and I hold the wand against his hole to fill his butt up. Then he squats over the toilet and empties out. We do that a few more times until Monty decides he's good and clean inside.
The next step is lots sexier. Monty asks me to use soap and my fingers to clean all around the outside and as far inside as my fingers will go. I love the way his butt clinches my finger, and he's obviously enjoying it too, because his cock is rock hard and throbbing.
He soaps up my cock and washes it off good. He's kissing me while he's doing that, and I wouldn't mind doing this until I cum, but he stops before I do and rinses me off.
We climb out of the shower and dry each other, kissing more, fondling a bit, caressing.
Back in the bunkroom, we turn off all the lights except one small lamp. The room is in shadows except for a golden glow on his bunk. We lie down together and Monty caresses my face as he explains, "There are a few different ways to do this, Truman. I could lie on my back and pull my knees up to my chest. That would mean you can kiss me while you're making love to me."
"I like the sound of that," I say, nibbling on his lip.
"But I'm not sure my ribs would be able to handle that. Holding my legs up to my chest will put pressure on them, and I think you'd enjoy it more if you can get a little deeper. I know I will too, especially when you start hitting my prostate with your cock, so I think this first time should be with me on my side and you lying behind me."
I nod. "Okay. What do I do first?"
Monty rolls over and pulls his knees forward a bit. "Do you want to try rimming me?" he asks.
I do!
I slide off the bed and pull his butt cheeks apart. His pucker is light brown, with just a little hair around it. I lean in and sniff. Fresh and clean. I stick my tongue out and touch him. The flesh is wrinkly and bumpy where the tip of my tongue touches. I lick him and shiver. I've been wanting to do this for a week now, and it's finally happening. I lick him again, covering his pucker with my spit. Monty moans softly, and that's all the signal I need to start lapping and licking, pushing my tongue inside and probing as deep as I can push.
I hear a snapping noise and lift my head. Monty hands me an open tube of lube. Personal lubricant jelly, the label says, water-based and non-greasy. I squirt some out on my finger and slowly work it inside his hole, pushing past the ring of muscle inside. More lube. More probing with my finger. I put two fingers together, lube them up, and slide them into Monty's hole. He opens up for me, and I know he's ready.
I squeeze out a generous dollop of `personal lubricant jelly' and rub it all over my boner. Wow, this is slippery, and I bet it would be great for jacking off too. But I'm making love to my boyfriend tonight! No jacking off for me!
I point my cock at Monty's pucker and scoot forward. His flesh slips aside as I push in. Slow. Easy. Gentle. Still sliding. Right through the ring that squeezes my cock as I push through. Into the warmth, the silky smoothness, all the way until my hips are resting against his butt cheeks.
I place my hands on his hips and hold him. Then I begin thrusting, in and out, still slow, still gentle. It's wonderful. I lean forward and kiss him on the back. He reaches over my hip and places his hand on my butt, pulling me into him, urging me to push as far as I can on each stroke.
"I love you, Monty McDowell," I whisper, kissing, thrusting.
"I love you, Truman Greene," he moans, caressing me, pulling me into him.
I thrust faster, not too fast, not too hard, but building up speed and slapping against him now. Our bodies are locked in perfect sync. I slide my hand around and begin stroking Monty's cock in time with my thrusts. We're both breathing faster, moaning softly, loving the tingling sensations rolling through our bodies.
"Slide up a little, Truman," Monty requests.
I pause and move my body up. I start thrusting again, and I can feel my cock poking a little farther forward. Monty groans. "Right there, cowboy. Now as deep as you can."
I rock my hips into him, straining to push my cock deeper on each thrust. Monty's butt is clamping down on me, squeezing my cock. It's incredible. The best feeling me and my cock have ever had.
Monty is gasping now. I'm jerking his cock as fast as I can, thrusting my cock into his butt as hard as possible. We both groan, and I feel Monty's butt spasming around my cock. His cock is swelling up and launching cum all over the bed. I shove myself up into his body, hold myself there, and cum hard, pulsing and throbbing and launching my juices inside my boyfriend.
We don't move. We can't. We're struggling to catch our breaths. I turn my face sideways, resting my cheek against Monty's slightly sweaty back. Monty's cock is leaking all over my fingers. My cock is throbbing gently inside him, trying to squeeze out the last few drops inside my lover.
I'm halfway asleep, still buried deep inside Monty, when he tugs a blanket over us and turns out the bedside lamp. I sigh and fall asleep, inside my lover, in love with my man, feeling like a man myself.
͠ ͠ ͠
The next day, Monty tells me we're giving the horses time off from training so he can teach me a new skill. He has me wait by the pasture fence while he goes into the barn to get everything we'll need.
While he's gone, I climb through the fence and walk a few feet into the pasture. Misty sees me and tosses her head, then comes running to greet me. She's been doing this a lot lately. She runs up to me and nuzzles me with her nose, then throws her neck over my shoulder and pulls me against her chest. I know what she wants, and I scratch her chest and stroke her neck. I feel ten feet tall, knowing how much she craves my attention, but my heart aches, because I also know I'll eventually lose her. Poppa hasn't said he'll keep her, so that means she's going to auction with the other horses, and someone will buy her, because she's a darned good horse. They'll take her away, and I'll never see her again, so I can't get attached to her because that's asking to have my heart broken.
I climb up on the fence. Misty moves in front of me, rubbing against my legs, hinting she wants her back scratched. I can't refuse her.
I know I probably shouldn't, but I can't resist slipping my leg over her back and sitting on her, bareback. She doesn't care; she's enjoying the back scratching she's getting.
I lie down on her neck and hug her. She tosses her head gently and starts walking out into the pasture, with me draped across her back and withers. She carries me around, completely happy to have me on her back. I grip a handful of her mane in each hand, grip with my legs, lean forward, and give her the hissing signal to canter. She leaps into a gentle, loping run, and I have no trouble keeping my seat. We're connected, this horse and me.
Now I see what Monty has been teaching me all along. We're partners, Misty and I, two creatures joined into one. I sit up and spread my arms wide, using just my legs to hold my seat, balancing on her back as she canters around the pasture.
Exhilaration. That's what I'm feeling.
I see Monty approaching, carrying a looped rope in one hand. He watches Misty and me for a minute, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.
I turn Misty with my legs and head toward Monty. As we near the fence, I brace my hands on her shoulders and say, "Whoa, girl." She seems to know she can't come to a sliding stop with me precariously balanced on her back as I am. She drops down into a walk and then comes to a slow stop, just in front of the fence. I slide off and hug her neck. "I love you, Misty," I whisper. I know I shouldn't. I know I can't. But I can't help myself. This horse has gotten under my skin.
Monty asks, "How long have you been riding her bareback?"
"This is the first time," I admit.
He's amazed, shaking his head and laughing. "You aren't planning to try that stunt with the other horses, are you?"
"No way!" I exclaim. "Misty is the only one I trust to ride bareback. I know she'll take care of me."
Monty nods. "I can see that. Well, Cowboy, how'd you like to learn to rope?"
I know my eyes must be wide with excitement, hearing that. "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. In a month or so, if your dad hasn't sold these horses at auction, I plan to teach them to cut cattle and team rope. Before they learn what they have to do, you've got to be able to use a lasso yourself. So, if you and Misty are done showing off, get your rear over here and I'll teach you to rope a fencepost."
I can't resist being a smart mouth. "Is that an event at the rodeo? Roping fenceposts?"
"When you show me you can catch a slow-moving fencepost, we'll see how you do with something faster." He winks and motions with his chin for me to come take the coiled rope he has in his hand.
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It's not hard, learning to throw a lasso. Not for me, anyway. I pick it up pretty fast. The hard part is going to be throwing the lasso at the feet of a calf running at full speed while riding a horse, also galloping at full speed, without falling off the horse or tangling the rope around your own body, then pulling the rope tight and holding on as your horse slides to a stop, yanking the calf to the ground.
Monty has taught me a lot. I know he'll do a good job with this too, but it sounds difficult. I hope I pick this up quick, because I want to see how much we can teach the horses before Poppa decides to sell them.
I spend the rest of the day learning to loop the rope properly, swing it over my head, then launch it at the target. Monty explains the next step, doing the same thing from the back of a running horse. We need to spend a little time letting them get used to the rope and the motion of it above their heads. They're still new to all this, and we don't want to ruin their training by rushing them into something that makes them skittish.
I think I understand what's coming next, and I'm eager to try, but Monty says we've done enough for one day. We gather up the rope and head for the barn.
It's getting warm now. Spring is pretty far along, and you know Summer is just around the corner by how hot and stuffy it gets inside the barn. The tack room is even warmer, and the rich smells of leather and hay mix together in the still air.
Monty and I have privacy here, so I slide into his arms and hold him tight. We rock slowly, our bodies pressed together, our chests taking in deep breaths, our groins touching. I feel his cock moving against mine, so I slide my hands down onto his butt and pull him closer, thrusting against him. My cock gets hard first. It always does. I rock my hips slowly, thrusting against him, feeling him swell up in his jeans and push back.
I turn in his arms and back up against him, pulling his arms around my chest and pressing back into his body. His cock is pressing against my ass, and I wiggle from side to side, teasing him, offering myself to him. His cock is rock hard now, straining to be free. I reach back and pull his hips toward me, pressing his stiff cock against my soft butt cheeks.
His lips are next to my ear, whispering, "Don't promise what you can't deliver, Cowboy."
I turn my head and whisper back, "I don't want to wait any longer, Monty."
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My body refuses to open up at first. His cock is thick. The head is wide, and even after stretching my hole for several minutes, it's as if my body isn't going to stretch enough to allow him in.
He keeps pushing, carefully. I feel my hole widening more and more. Monty pushes just the slightest bit, and suddenly his cock begins to slide inside me. Something has let go, and he's in me, several inches deep.
We wait. It's uncomfortable, but I'm not in pain. I push back and Monty slides deeper still. One more push and I feel his hips touch my butt cheeks.
"I'm in, Truman."
"I know," I reply.
I've never felt so full before. It's not a bad feeling, but it's surprising.
A part of me is thinking, `There's a huge tree branch lodged in my butt and it shouldn't be there.'
Another part of me is saying, `That's my boyfriend's cock. It's in me! All the way in me! And I don't want him to pull it out, ever!'
Monty reaches around and rubs my tummy with one hand while gently gripping my boner with the other. "How do you feel, Truman?"
"Wonderful," I moan. "Will you make love to me now?"
Monty hugs me tight and begins slowly rocking his hips. His cock is barely leaving my butt. He's still deep inside, and he's coming out just a few inches before sliding back in. Every slow thrust sends a deep, aching tingle through my body. I know why. His cock is sliding across my prostrate with each inward plunge.
I know he's not as deep as he could be. His hips are never pressed against my butt. He seems to know when to stop. It's right on the edge of being painful, but he never crosses the line. He could go faster, but he doesn't. Each slow plunge of his cock is matched by a stroke of my cock from top to bottom. I'm slowly melting.
After an eternity of gentle loving, Monty pulls out and rolls me onto my back. He lifts my legs, pressing my knees to my chest. His hand moves his cock back into position, and he slowly slides back inside me. The angle is completely different, and I feel new, deeper tingles each time his cock penetrates.
He leans down and presses his mouth onto mine. We kiss, moaning and sucking tongues and shivering with delight. And still he slowly thrusts up into me, never speeding up, making gentle love to me.
When I finally cum, it's a slow surging that begins deep in my body. I clasp Monty against my chest and hold him with all my strength. I sigh into his mouth, whimpering. His cock is pressed deep into me, impaling me. And my cock quivers before sending jizz oozing out between us. I sigh and collapse beneath him.
Monty kisses me back to life, and when I'm ready, begins slowly thrusting again, urging my body to respond a second time. I grab his face and kiss him passionately, forcing my tongue into his mouth, making it clear how much I desire him.
His thrusts speed up and reach deeper. I cry out. It's sweet agony.
His hips are slapping against me now, and I'm panting as I kiss him. I've never wanted anything so much as I want this now, Monty loving me, making me his own, taking me.
His body tenses, and he pushes deep inside me. I feel him shaking, and I know he's filling me with his cum. My cock lurches and a bit of jizz oozes out, squirting onto our tummies, coating us.
Monty is holding himself above me, looking down into my eyes, and I can see that he truly loves me as much as I love him.
I take a few deep breaths, then sigh and say, "I think I was ready."
He chuckles and leans down to give me a gentle peck on the lips. "Yep. That you were, Cowboy."
The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twenty-One | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Broken Chapter 21</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p><span>This is a work of fiction intended
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<h2>Chapter Twenty-One<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>I know Mattie was spying on us. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>At breakfast, she gives me the cold shoulder and won't even
look at Monty. I'm nervous, wondering if she is going to say anything to Momma
and Poppa, but she doesn't say a word about it. In fact, she doesn't speak at
all, eating her biscuits and oatmeal with a grumpy look on her face.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Momma glances at Mattie, squinting a bit as she takes in
Mattie's angry attitude this morning. Momma frowns and says, "Prom is coming up
in a week, dear. What are you planning to wear?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mattie wrinkles her nose and mutters, "I'm not going this
year." She places her spoon in her empty bowl. "May I be excused?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Momma nods her head, and Mattie jumps up, knocking her chair
into mine (deliberately, I think), and drops her dishes in the sink.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I watch her dash out of the kitchen and rush up the stairs
to her bedroom. I don't understand the female of our species, especially
sisters who are actually witches from the Dark Nebula. I'd be better off living
with an alien who doesn't speak my language. Then we'd have to use telepathy to
communicate, and I'd actually understand what she's thinking. Or we could use a
universal translator device. We could blame the translator if we misunderstand
each other and start a galactic war. With sisters, you just have to take your
chances and hope you don't say something that sets them off.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The mood lightens up with Mattie gone, and the rest of us
chat about our plans for the day. Carson and Poppa are planting Bermuda grass
at the river bottom. Monty and I are training horses. Momma is sewing a fancy
dress for Mattie, because she's sure Mattie will change her mind a dozen times
before Friday night's dance.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It doesn't matter to me. I'm never going to Prom, unless I
can take Monty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Two of the most popular events in a horse competition are
Western Pleasure and Western Riding. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>In Western Pleasure, the competitors all enter the ring
together and ride in a circle around the outside of the ring while the judge
stands in the middle, watching them walk, trot, and canter. He'll also ask them
to stop and stand, to see if the horses are calm or jumpy. Then he asks them to
back up. He'll have them change directions and go around the ring the other way,
again walking, trotting, and cantering. He's looking for the horses to be in
the correct lead at a canter. And no matter what gait they're in, he's
expecting them to be smooth rides. The horse is the one being judged, but the
rider had better be sharp too. Nothing gets you knocked out of the competition
faster than a rider who is bouncing around at a trot instead of rocking in sync
with the horse.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Western Riding is entirely different. The competitors go one
at a time. They ride a complicated pattern�the same for everyone�walking,
trotting, cantering around in loops and serpentines in the correct lead, riding
hard down the middle of the arena, sliding to a stop, and backing up. The judge
sits on the sidelines for this event, checking to see how well the horse and
rider complete the pattern. It's still important for the ride to be smooth and
effortless, but it's critical that the rider complete the pattern exactly as it
is designed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>In both events, the skills the horse needs are similar. That's
what Monty and I plan to cover in our training for the next few days. We want
the horses to be alert, with their ears forward. They need to move at a good
pace on the walk, have a smooth trot, and be able to give us a slow or fast
canter, whichever we ask them to do, always in the correct lead.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Misty is a natural at it. She loves the training. It's
almost like she's been waiting all her life for a chance to show how good she
is at listening to her rider and doing everything he asks. This horse is
incredible, and I'm really growing fond of her.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know I can't be getting attached to this horse. Eventually,
she's going to auction. Most of our animals do, because that's how we make a
living on the farm. Cattle and chickens become food; horses go to work on
ranches or farms around the state. My job right now is to give Misty the best
training I can so she'll fetch a good price, not to fall in love with her, but
I can't help myself. She's amazing. Intelligent and quick to learn. And when
I'm standing next to her, rubbing her neck and telling her what a good girl she
is, she leans her head over my shoulder and pulls me up against her chest. If I
didn't know better, I'd say she's trying to hug me. I don't want to get too
attached to this horse, but I am.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>That's one of the things about farming I hate. Falling in
love with your animals and then having to sell them some time in the future.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty seems to be doing a lot better by the end of the day. He's
not in as much pain, so I guess he's healing up.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>After supper, he surprises me. We're stretched out on our bunks,
reading books, when he looks over at me and says with a grin, "Hey, Cowboy. I'm
feeling pretty good tonight, and as much as I've been enjoying your finger in
my butt, I was wondering if you'd like to try putting your cock up in me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I look at him. "Are you serious?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He nods. "I think it's time. That is, if you still want to
try."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I jump off the bunk and start stripping away my clothes. In
fifteen seconds, I have my shirt on the floor and my pants and underwear down
to my knees with my boner throbbing in the air. Monty is still lying back on
his bunk, watching me, grinning.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why aren't you getting undressed?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty laughs. "I thought it might be fun to undress each
other, but I can see you're eager to get started."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I push my pants down the rest of the way and kick them off,
then run over to Monty's bunk and grab his belt and wrestle it free.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I stop.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn and look behind me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The curtains are completely closed. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty chuckles. "I made sure they were closed earlier."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn back to Monty and unsnap his jeans, working them down
his legs and off his feet. I throw them against the wall. His underwear is
flying into the corner a few seconds later. I take a little longer with his
shirt, being extra careful with his ribs and collarbone. When he's buck naked,
I ask, "Okay. How do we start?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty is struggling not to laugh at me. "Help me up, Truman.
We both need a shower first, and I'm going to teach you the nastiest part of
making love when you're a gay cowboy ... cleaning out first."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pull him to his feet and give him a quick, but passionate
kiss. "I don't care, Monty. I'm just so happy we're finally going to do it." Then
I wrinkle my brow and ask, "Am I doing you, or are you doing me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Laughing, Monty replies, "Let's start out with you topping
me. I'll teach you everything I have to do to get ready, and then we'll take it
nice and slow. I'm not hurting that much anymore, but I'm still not ready for
you to turn me upside down off the edge of the bed and pound me from above."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Now why would I want to do all that?" I ask, kissing him
again. "This is my first time, and I want to remember it as the night I made
love to Montana McDowell."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty puts his arm around me and walks me to the bunkhouse
bathroom. "Then slow and easy it is."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Cleaning out is not as nasty as I thought it would be. Monty
turns the shower on low, with warm water spraying gently out, and I hold the
wand against his hole to fill his butt up. Then he squats over the toilet and
empties out. We do that a few more times until Monty decides he's good and
clean inside. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The next step is lots sexier. Monty asks me to use soap and
my fingers to clean all around the outside and as far inside as my fingers will
go. I love the way his butt clinches my finger, and he's obviously enjoying it
too, because his cock is rock hard and throbbing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He soaps up my cock and washes it off good. He's kissing me
while he's doing that, and I wouldn't mind doing this until I cum, but he stops
before I do and rinses me off.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We climb out of the shower and dry each other, kissing more,
fondling a bit, caressing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Back in the bunkroom, we turn off all the lights except one
small lamp. The room is in shadows except for a golden glow on his bunk. We lie
down together and Monty caresses my face as he explains, "There are a few
different ways to do this, Truman. I could lie on my back and pull my knees up
to my chest. That would mean you can kiss me while you're making love to me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I like the sound of that," I say, nibbling on his lip.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"But I'm not sure my ribs would be able to handle that.
Holding my legs up to my chest will put pressure on them, and I think you'd
enjoy it more if you can get a little deeper. I know I will too, especially
when you start hitting my prostate with your cock, so I think this first time
should be with me on my side and you lying behind me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod. "Okay. What do I do first?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty rolls over and pulls his knees forward a bit. "Do you
want to try rimming me?" he asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I do! <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I slide off the bed and pull his butt cheeks apart. His
pucker is light brown, with just a little hair around it. I lean in and sniff. Fresh
and clean. I stick my tongue out and touch him. The flesh is wrinkly and bumpy
where the tip of my tongue touches. I lick him and shiver. I've been wanting to
do this for a week now, and it's finally happening. I lick him again, covering
his pucker with my spit. Monty moans softly, and that's all the signal I need
to start lapping and licking, pushing my tongue inside and probing as deep as I
can push.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hear a snapping noise and lift my head. Monty hands me an
open tube of lube. Personal lubricant jelly, the label says, water-based and
non-greasy. I squirt some out on my finger and slowly work it inside his hole,
pushing past the ring of muscle inside. More lube. More probing with my finger.
I put two fingers together, lube them up, and slide them into Monty's hole. He
opens up for me, and I know he's ready.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I squeeze out a generous dollop of `personal lubricant
jelly' and rub it all over my boner. Wow, this is slippery, and I bet it would
be great for jacking off too. But I'm making love to my boyfriend tonight! No
jacking off for me!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I point my cock at Monty's pucker and scoot forward. His
flesh slips aside as I push in. Slow. Easy. Gentle. Still sliding. Right
through the ring that squeezes my cock as I push through. Into the warmth, the
silky smoothness, all the way until my hips are resting against his butt
cheeks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I place my hands on his hips and hold him. Then I begin
thrusting, in and out, still slow, still gentle. It's wonderful. I lean forward
and kiss him on the back. He reaches over my hip and places his hand on my
butt, pulling me into him, urging me to push as far as I can on each stroke.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I love you, Monty McDowell," I whisper, kissing, thrusting.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I love you, Truman Greene," he moans, caressing me, pulling
me into him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I thrust faster, not too fast, not too hard, but building up
speed and slapping against him now. Our bodies are locked in perfect sync. I
slide my hand around and begin stroking Monty's cock in time with my thrusts. We're
both breathing faster, moaning softly, loving the tingling sensations rolling
through our bodies.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Slide up a little, Truman," Monty requests.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pause and move my body up. I start thrusting again, and I
can feel my cock poking a little farther forward. Monty groans. "Right there,
cowboy. Now as deep as you can."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I rock my hips into him, straining to push my cock deeper on
each thrust. Monty's butt is clamping down on me, squeezing my cock. It's
incredible. The best feeling me and my cock have ever had.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty is gasping now. I'm jerking his cock as fast as I can,
thrusting my cock into his butt as hard as possible. We both groan, and I feel
Monty's butt spasming around my cock. His cock is swelling up and launching cum
all over the bed. I shove myself up into his body, hold myself there, and cum
hard, pulsing and throbbing and launching my juices inside my boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We don't move. We can't. We're struggling to catch our
breaths. I turn my face sideways, resting my cheek against Monty's slightly
sweaty back. Monty's cock is leaking all over my fingers. My cock is throbbing
gently inside him, trying to squeeze out the last few drops inside my lover.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm halfway asleep, still buried deep inside Monty, when he
tugs a blanket over us and turns out the bedside lamp. I sigh and fall asleep,
inside my lover, in love with my man, feeling like a man myself.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The next day, Monty tells me we're giving the horses time
off from training so he can teach me a new skill. He has me wait by the pasture
fence while he goes into the barn to get everything we'll need.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>While he's gone, I climb through the fence and walk a few
feet into the pasture. Misty sees me and tosses her head, then comes running to
greet me. She's been doing this a lot lately. She runs up to me and nuzzles me
with her nose, then throws her neck over my shoulder and pulls me against her
chest. I know what she wants, and I scratch her chest and stroke her neck. I
feel ten feet tall, knowing how much she craves my attention, but my heart
aches, because I also know I'll eventually lose her. Poppa hasn't said he'll
keep her, so that means she's going to auction with the other horses, and
someone will buy her, because she's a darned good horse. They'll take her away,
and I'll never see her again, so I can't get attached to her because that's
asking to have my heart broken.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I climb up on the fence. Misty moves in front of me, rubbing
against my legs, hinting she wants her back scratched. I can't refuse her.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know I probably shouldn't, but I can't resist slipping my
leg over her back and sitting on her, bareback. She doesn't care; she's
enjoying the back scratching she's getting.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I lie down on her neck and hug her. She tosses her head
gently and starts walking out into the pasture, with me draped across her back
and withers. She carries me around, completely happy to have me on her back. I
grip a handful of her mane in each hand, grip with my legs, lean forward, and
give her the hissing signal to canter. She leaps into a gentle, loping run, and
I have no trouble keeping my seat. We're connected, this horse and me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now I see what Monty has been teaching me all along. We're
partners, Misty and I, two creatures joined into one. I sit up and spread my
arms wide, using just my legs to hold my seat, balancing on her back as she
canters around the pasture. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Exhilaration. That's what I'm feeling.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I see Monty approaching, carrying a looped rope in one hand.
He watches Misty and me for a minute, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn Misty with my legs and head toward Monty. As we near
the fence, I brace my hands on her shoulders and say, "Whoa, girl." She seems
to know she can't come to a sliding stop with me precariously balanced on her
back as I am. She drops down into a walk and then comes to a slow stop, just in
front of the fence. I slide off and hug her neck. "I love you, Misty," I
whisper. I know I shouldn't. I know I can't. But I can't help myself. This
horse has gotten under my skin.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty asks, "How long have you been riding her bareback?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"This is the first time," I admit.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He's amazed, shaking his head and laughing. "You aren't
planning to try that stunt with the other horses, are you?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No way!" I exclaim. "Misty is the only one I trust to ride
bareback. I know she'll take care of me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty nods. "I can see that. Well, Cowboy, how'd you like to
learn to rope?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know my eyes must be wide with excitement, hearing that. "Are
you serious?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Absolutely. In a month or so, if your dad hasn't sold these
horses at auction, I plan to teach them to cut cattle and team rope. Before
they learn <span>what</span> they have to do, you've got to be able
to use a lasso yourself. So, if you and Misty are done showing off, get your
rear over here and I'll teach you to rope a fencepost."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I can't resist being a smart mouth. "Is that an event at the
rodeo? Roping fenceposts?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"When you show <span>me</span> you can catch a
slow-moving fencepost, we'll see how you do with something faster." He winks
and motions with his chin for me to come take the coiled rope he has in his
hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's not hard, learning to throw a lasso. Not for me,
anyway. I pick it up pretty fast. The hard part is going to be throwing the
lasso at the feet of a calf running at full speed while riding a horse, also
galloping at full speed, without falling off the horse or tangling the rope
around your own body, then pulling the rope tight and holding on as your horse
slides to a stop, yanking the calf to the ground. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty has taught me a lot. I know he'll do a good job with
this too, but it sounds difficult. I hope I pick this up quick, because I want
to see how much we can teach the horses before Poppa decides to sell them.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I spend the rest of the day learning to loop the rope
properly, swing it over my head, then launch it at the target. Monty explains
the next step, doing the same thing from the back of a running horse. We need
to spend a little time letting them get used to the rope and the motion of it
above their heads. They're still new to all this, and we don't want to ruin
their training by rushing them into something that makes them skittish.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I think I understand what's coming next, and I'm eager to
try, but Monty says we've done enough for one day. We gather up the rope and
head for the barn.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's getting warm now. Spring is pretty far along, and you
know Summer is just around the corner by how hot and stuffy it gets inside the
barn. The tack room is even warmer, and the rich smells of leather and hay mix
together in the still air. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty and I have privacy here, so I slide into his arms and
hold him tight. We rock slowly, our bodies pressed together, our chests taking
in deep breaths, our groins touching. I feel his cock moving against mine, so I
slide my hands down onto his butt and pull him closer, thrusting against him. My
cock gets hard first. It always does. I rock my hips slowly, thrusting against
him, feeling him swell up in his jeans and push back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn in his arms and back up against him, pulling his arms
around my chest and pressing back into his body. His cock is pressing against
my ass, and I wiggle from side to side, teasing him, offering myself to him. His
cock is rock hard now, straining to be free. I reach back and pull his hips
toward me, pressing his stiff cock against my soft butt cheeks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His lips are next to my ear, whispering, "Don't promise what
you can't deliver, Cowboy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn my head and whisper back, "I don't want to wait any
longer, Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>My body refuses to open up at first. His cock is thick. The
head is wide, and even after stretching my hole for several minutes, it's as if
my body isn't going to stretch enough to allow him in. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He keeps pushing, carefully. I feel my hole widening more
and more. Monty pushes just the slightest bit, and suddenly his cock begins to
slide inside me. Something has let go, and he's in me, several inches deep. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We wait. It's uncomfortable, but I'm not in pain. I push
back and Monty slides deeper still. One more push and I feel his hips touch my
butt cheeks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I'm in, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I know," I reply. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I've never felt so full before. It's not a bad feeling, but
it's surprising. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>A part of me is thinking, `There's a huge tree branch lodged
in my butt and it shouldn't be there.' <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Another part of me is saying, `That's my boyfriend's cock.
It's in me! All the way in me! And I don't want him to pull it out, ever!'<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty reaches around and rubs my tummy with one hand while
gently gripping my boner with the other. "How do you feel, Truman?" <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Wonderful," I moan. "Will you make love to me now?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty hugs me tight and begins slowly rocking his hips. His
cock is barely leaving my butt. He's still deep inside, and he's coming out
just a few inches before sliding back in. Every slow thrust sends a deep,
aching tingle through my body. I know why. His cock is sliding across my
prostrate with each inward plunge.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know he's not as deep as he could be. His hips are never
pressed against my butt. He seems to know when to stop. It's right on the edge
of being painful, but he never crosses the line. He could go faster, but he
doesn't. Each slow plunge of his cock is matched by a stroke of my cock from
top to bottom. I'm slowly melting.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>After an eternity of gentle loving, Monty pulls out and
rolls me onto my back. He lifts my legs, pressing my knees to my chest. His
hand moves his cock back into position, and he slowly slides back inside me. The
angle is completely different, and I feel new, deeper tingles each time his
cock penetrates.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He leans down and presses his mouth onto mine. We kiss,
moaning and sucking tongues and shivering with delight. And <span>still</span>
he slowly thrusts up into me, never speeding up, making gentle love to me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When I finally cum, it's a slow surging that begins deep in
my body. I clasp Monty against my chest and hold him with all my strength. I
sigh into his mouth, whimpering. His cock is pressed deep into me, impaling me.
And my cock quivers before sending <span>jizz</span> oozing out
between us. I sigh and collapse beneath him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty kisses me back to life, and when I'm ready, begins
slowly thrusting again, urging my body to respond a second time. I grab his
face and kiss him passionately, forcing my tongue into his mouth, making it
clear how much I desire him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His thrusts speed up and reach deeper. I cry out. It's sweet
agony.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His hips are slapping against me now, and I'm panting as I
kiss him. I've never wanted anything so much as I want this now, Monty loving
me, making me his own, taking me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His body tenses, and he pushes deep inside me. I feel him
shaking, and I know he's filling me with his cum. My cock lurches and a bit of <span>jizz</span> oozes out, squirting onto our tummies, coating us.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty is holding himself above me, looking down into my
eyes, and I can see that he truly loves me as much as I love him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I take a few deep breaths, then sigh and say, "I think I was
ready."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He chuckles and leans down to give me a gentle peck on the
lips. "Yep. That you were, Cowboy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twenty-One<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/elseworld-orgy/elseworld-orgy-1 | Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 10:02:05 -0400 From: Devyn Davis Subject: Elseworld Orgy 100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! In case you need to search the actors: [Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade, Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell, Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales, Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway] (Tyler Hoechlin POV) I had no idea what i was getting into but when i got a text from my friend Chris Wood about an exclusive all male actors party at Caesars Palace in Vegas this weekend i had to make sure i was free. Chris was pretty wild during the few times we got together on the Supergirl set and i figured tonight was gonna be the same way so i didn't even bother packing any real clothes just thongs and swim trunks a size too small. It was no secret my ass was every tops dream so why not show it off. I checked into the hotel and got my keycard for the room. The manager made it a point to tell me i was the last to arrive. He also told me the villa we got takes up the entire top floor and to just call down for any and everything we needed. I just thanked him and walked away pretending i didn't hear his comment about my ass. Soon as i entered the elevator i got a call from Chris... Me- (Answers) What's up? Chris- That's what I'm trying to figure out. The party is in full blown effect where the hell are you? Me- Relax im in the elevator. You didn't tell me if this past has a theme or not either. Chris- It's a suprise just get your sexy ass up here. Me- How can a party theme be a suprise? Chris- Why don't you come find out. Me- (Notices the elevator almost there) That's the plan. (Hangs up) As the elevator door opened i walked into the hallway and stopped at the lone door to my left. I opened it with the keycard and was blasted by the sound of Janelle Monae feat Zoe Kravitz "Screwed". When i walked in i saw a pile a suitcases, bags, and discarded clothes and shoes to my right and a table in front of me with a few bottles of lube, condoms, and sex toys. Even through the music i could hear the moaning, groaning, and flesh smacking. All of it and the mystery behind it all getting me hard as a rock. After throwing my bag on the floor and stripping completely naked i grabbed my favourite pair of thongs a blue pair with the Superman logo on the crotch with a cape barely covering the ass. As i slid them on i was startled by a swift smack to my ass.... Me- (Jumping) Oww! Chris- Just as soft as i remember. When i saw it was Chris i was still caught off guard by the fact he was wearing a Vegas hooker version of his Mon-El costume. The entire torso was cut out revealing his nicely cut torso while the sleeves remained, the legs were cut off as well making them like briefs,... Chris- Oh checking out the costume i see. He turned around revealing his cape then moving it aside revealing his cute ass with a zipper straight down his crack... Chris- Sexy right? Me- Fuck yea! Chris- Well take off those tragic things you have on,(Going to a nearby closet and grabbing a bag and tossing it at Tyler) and try this on. Me- (Opens the bag) So this is why the theme was a surprised. Chris- Yup. Specially made slutty supersuits for everyone! It took no time to change into my costume. Chris and his parties never dissapoint so this time was no different. My costume was pretty much the same from Supergirl too, just tighter spandex, the torso was cut into a long sleeved halter top still with the long cape, and the red spandex trunks were straight out of the comics with horizontal slits in the fabric on the back.... Chris- Damn you look good. He's gonna tear you apart. Me- He who? Chris- Your "Elseworld doppelganger" Henry Cavil. Me- Wait explain now. Chris- So the theme of the party is "Elseworld Doppelgang-Bang"? Me- Dammit Chris you know i don't do gangbangs. You lose that virgin tight feel faster. Chris- I know its just a catchy name especially since we have quite a few guest who play similar DC characters. It started as a welcome party for Idris and Robert for joining the DCEU but then Jason called me then Ezra called Grant who texted Keiynan who wanted to know if he can bring Jordan along since apparently they're a "thing" now... Me- Wait who is Jordan? Chris- Calloway. Plays on Black Lighting. Me- Oh the really cute one with the dreads. Chris- Well those were fake but yes him. Me- So what did Henry request me or something? Chris- Actually yes. He said he wanted to be first to take a crack at those "marvelous delicious looking cupcakes" you have. Me- He said that. Chris- He even licked his lips thinking about it. Me- Well lets not keep him waiting any longer. Chris- Follow me. He opened the door and i nearly came in my costume at the sight before me. Naked and scantily clad actors all over each other. Jason Momoa by far stood out the most standing in the center of the room, chugging a beer with one hand while the other is gripping the hair on Legends of Tomorrow actors' Nick Zanos head, thrusting his thick man meat in and out of his mouth. Surprisingly Nick is choking it down like a champ as Jason pounds away at his throat without abandon. I looked closer and could see Nick was fully hard stroking his penis. Looking even closer i noticed Jasons thrust were getting longer as he grinded his meaty ass back on the three digits Nick was forcing in his ass before thrusting his meat back in Nicks mouth. Had that been me i would've had Jason on his back, legs on the air feasting on his hole while Nick rides him reverse cowgirl style so i can taste a break from my meal and get a taste of that dick every other minute. On the couch Rick Gonzales has his Arrow costar Stephen Amell bent over the arm of the couch kissing, biting, and slapping his ass all while thrusting a huge dildo in and out of his hole. The way he's moaning seems like it may be his first time having something up there. He's panting like he can't breath too but damn its so hot to see his face twisted in pleasure. Rick was slowly sliding the entire 8in toy inside Stephen all while Robbie Amell was underneath Rick deepthroating his long 9in piece. Rick thrusted his hips as Robbie would reach the base making him choke.... Rick- Thats it bitch. Choke on that dick, get it nice and wet so i can slide it right inside your big cousins tight ass. (Slapping Stephens stuffed ass) With the entire dildo deep inside him Stephen screamed out in pleasure shooting a thick load on the couch. The entire scene almost made me miss Shazam star Zachary Levi over in the corner making out with Black Lightning lead Cress Williams as his Shazam costar Adam Brody with both of their dicks in hand stroking one while sucking the other. Judging by the way they're moaning into each others mouths he seems to have some serious skill. I almost didnt even catch the dildo he's riding mounted to the floor beneath him. Cress even has a hand on what appears to be the last on a chain of anal beads inserting it inside Zachary. The scene was almost hotter than the last. I could feel the precum forming a spot in my costume. Soon as i thought i had seen everything this room had to offer i turned to Chris just to find him in awe at the sight of the CW's Atom actor Brandon Routh on his hands and knees moaning and panting as he throws his ass back in rhythm with Wonder Woman star Chris Pine both of them slamming their asses together, the sound of flesh smacking while they share a thick double sided dildo. Both of them began fisting their dicks furiously as Chris starts to scream out... Chris- Oh my god. Fuck thats it. Oh shit thats it! Brandon- I havent had this much fun...oh fuck...since my farewell party from Arrow. Mmm mmm my god thats the best! I dont know how long I'll be able to keep this up. Chris- Ooohhhh me either. As they were both about to cum, Chris grabbed my hand and lead me out of the room. With one more quick glance back I could see both Brandon and Chris Pine starting to cum all over the floor not losing their rhythm on the toy between them. Adam was standing with his head being pressed into the wall by Cress who had Adam arched back and sinking his thick 11in dick into Adam tight ass, all while Zachary knelt behind Cress now fucking himself on the dildo mounted to the floor with the beads still inside him. He moaned as he slowly pulled them out and began inserting them into Cress who groaned at the unexpected act. Over in the couch Rick was long stroking Stephen with his skinny man meat awhile Stephen moaned and groaning slobbering all over his cousins dick who was fucking his face to keep him somewhat quiet. Across from them Nick was bouncing his muscly ass on Jasons dick as he sat back in the chair stroking Nicks precum smeared dick. The last thing i saw before we were out of the living room was Jason lick the precum off his hand and fingers before taking another swig of a beer. Chris asjusted his hardon as we walked through the hallway.... Me- Fuck that was hot. Chris- I know right. Just imagine that for the entire weekend. Then on the last day we're gonna top it off with the orgy of the century dude. Even invited a few extra guys. Me- You've gotta be kidding me. Chris- Nope. Im telling man this shit is gonna be legendary. Me- Who'd you invite? Chris- Come on dude. You know me i cant spoil the fun. Me- Alright just one name, please? Chris- Nope. Me- Come on Chris. I know you want your chance at this bubble butt of mine. Chris- Dont tease me man. Me- Im serious you give me one name just one and I'll back off. Chris- Ok. Hugh Jackman. Me- You cant be serious. Chris- Nope. Wolverine is coming outta retirement. Cant wait to have him scream like Logan while he unloads balls deep in my ass. Me- I may even howl like Derek Hale for him. As we both laughed we passed the kitchen and heard... Voice- Holy fuck!!! We both looked at each other and smiled as we went to see what or rather who that was. In the kitchen was a sight even more hot than the living room. Right in the kitchen next to the island in the center was a swing. Inside the swing Black Lightning star Jordan Calloway was spread eagle with Captain Boomerang performer Jai Courtney drizzling chocolate syrup all over Jordans 8in hard on then down on his balls and allows some to slide down to his hole a few drops hitting the floor. Before partaking in his snack he took a can of whipped cream and put the tip to Jordans tight hole and covering it in whipped cream then spraying a trail up to the tip of his penis... Jai- Down right delicious. Jordan- Hurry up and have your snack. I want to see how this dick feels buried in your lily white ass. Jai- Mmm sounds like fun. Patience young grasshopper. You'll have plenty of time to make me your bitch. But im gonna make you mine first. And with that Jai opened wide and began swallowing Jordans entire dick. If i wasnt witnessing it myself i wouldn't believe it. I was so turned on when Chris grabbed my dick and begin palming it through my costume i didn't even think before doing the same to him. Not taking my eyes off Jai when he had the entire dick in his mouth he closed his lips and Jordans eyes rolled back as Jai began sucking his was up the dick leaving nothing but spit covered skin not a drop of chocolate left behind. If i want seeing it myself i wouldn't believe the skills on display in front of me. When Jai finally pulls off leaving a clean dick he kissed Jordan sharing his "snack"..... Jai- (After the kiss) Yummy. Jordan- Why aren't you down there finishing up then? Jai- With pleasure. After another peck he goes back down and starts licking and sucking away the rest of the condiments. Over on top of a counter Keiynan Lionsdale is on his knees ass arched with a layer of peanut butter and a line of cheese whizz down his ass crack with Arrow actor David Ramsey licking away at it starting from the top and working his way down. Both Chris and i were so turned on he grabbed my hips and thrusted his pelvis against my ass and grabbed my dick again and rubbed it through my costume as i grinded my ass against his hardon. Keiynans moans were high like i expected. With each lick and kiss David would give Keiynan would moan making his pleasure known. Even hearing them was a turn on for me making my grind my ass into Chris even harder. Keiynan- Oooh. Aaahh. Ahhhhh. Mmmmhhhmm. Shit you're so good at that. Jay- (Coming from behind us) Excuse me. Jay Hernandez slaps Chris on the ass as he walked passed us with his body covered in tattoos like his Suicide Squad character, his cute tight ass lookings perfect covered in ink. He walked right over to Jordan and slid his fat 8in dick right in his mouth. Over on the counter. David doesn't say anything he just smacks his ass hard before diving tongue first into Keiynans hole causing him to arch back further as he moans even more. He started rocking back and forth fucking himself on Davids tongue and damn is it hot to see. In the swing Jordan groans in pain around Jays huge dick as Jai inserts his beer bottle thick 7in dick into his hole. Jai just starts stroking away ignoring Jordans groans and whimpers. We're at the perfect angle to see Jordan tight anal ring expand around Jais dick as he drills into him. Even David now has Keiynan with only one leg up on the counter bouncing his tight ass back onto the brick hard 9in meat of his as he grabs his meaty ass cheeks. I caught myself staring at Davids phat ass flex as he thrusted into the younger man in front of his. His hole was hiding behind a fuzzy layer of hair that started at the top of his ass crack and traveled down. All i can do is hope i get a chance to have a go at it specially since im a sucker for a hairy ass. Chris- (Moaning in my ear) I've gotta get you to Henry before i fuck you to sleep myself Me- You better hurry before i let you He pulled away and lead me through down the hall to one final room. When he opened it i was in awe. It was big enough to be its own suite not only that but the host of men in front of me nearly took my breath away. On the couch right in front of me the Cyborg of Doom Patrol Joivan Wade was on his stomach having his ass pounded by the Justice League Cyborg Ray Fisher and he wasnt taking it easy on the smaller man at all. Joivan was pretty much screaming as Ray went balls deep into his ass with every thrust. I was nearly mesmerized by it till a smack followed by a moan make me look over to the love seat where DCEU Flash Ezra Miller had his CW counter part Grant Gustin bent of the back of the seat thrusting an impressively thick 10inches of dick into Grants tight muscled ass. I was shocked both at how dominant Ezra who seemed so twink-like was with Grant who was more of a top to me, and how much meat Ezra was packing considering how skinny he was. Shockingly Grant wasnt even in pain he rocked back as much as he could, moaning through his teeth as he met every stroke. Ezra pulled Grant up by his hair and choked him while he kissed him as he kept pounding away at Grants welcoming hole. I watched closely as they sucked on each others tongues. Again had it not been for the groans of someone to my right i would've watched this show til the end. Over in the chair the former Deadshot Will Smith was on his back legs in the air and the new Deadshot Idris Elba fucking him fast and hard. Chris- I've never noticed how phat Idris' ass is Me- It is nice. I wonder if he bottoms? Idris- (Still stroking) He doesn't. (Turning to them) But i can dick you good enough to make you think of better things. Will- (Moaning) Dont....i....know....it. Wooh. You better fuck this ass boy. Will probably had one of the best asses around combine that with watching one of the sexiest men alive (Idris) fuck him silly and you'd understand why i felt like i was gonna unload in my costume right then and there. In front of the bed was another swing with Joe Manganiello taking a pounding from the Arrowverse Deathstroke Manu Bennett. Seeing how massive he was it wasnt surprising he was packing a thick 9in meat. Joe was groaning in mixed pain and pleasure as Manu stroked him like he hadnt had sex in years. Manu even leaned over and began sucking Joes hard dick as he kept fucking the man in front of him. Joe started moaning at the feeling of Manu sucking his meat as his ass is filled over and over by his monster meat.... Joe- Oh my god man. That dick is so fucking big. Im gonna blow my load right down your throat. Manu- That's what i was hoping for. Manu popped the dick back into his mouth and began bobbing furiously sucking Joe just as fast as he was fucking him. The sight almost make me completely miss the jacuzzi in the back right corner. As we walked closer to it the green haired man with the chiseled back and cute pert ass that was half revealed by the water seemed to be the sexy Joker Jared Leto and my was he just as beautiful in person. He had a guy arched in front of him, grabbing him by his shoulders, and pounding into him so hard the water splashed around them with each thrust. Jared only panted as he fucked the smaller man in front of him, his tight ass flexing with each thrust. We walked around to see who was the red headed man taking Jared with ease and of course it was Gothams Joker and Shameless star Cameron Monaghan moaning like a $2 hooker. Both of them pale white and perfect for each other. I don't know how much more i could take. Then Chris tapped me, making me turn to him noticing how fixed he was on the bed. Once i saw it my jaw dropped. Of all the things i see today this had to be the best. New Batman Robert Pattinson was wearing a Batman mask and laying on his stomach giving head to a much smaller guy who was wearing a funny looking Batman mask i could only assume it was Gotham actor David Mazouz gripping Roberts hair and guiding him up and down his cock. At the other end Roberts legs were spread wide with Ben Affleck in his cowl snacking on Robert hairy lily white ass all while hes bouncing his own fuzzy muscled ass back onto the 7in cock belonging to Dark Knight actor Christian Bale who just gripped Ben by the hips and worked his dick in and out of his experienced hole. Rob was humming on Davids dick due to Ben tonguing his tight ass ferociously which was driving David crazy.... David- This is the best night ever! Christian- You're still young kid just wait till you hit my age. Nights like this are a regular thing for guy like us Ben- Alright i think hes ready. For it. Christian- Say no more. With that Christian pulled out of Ben allowing him to move aside. With Ben out the way Christian sinks into Robert slowly as he moans around Davids cock enjoying the feeling of Christians rod streching his anal ring and cavity. Ben reaches toward Christians ass and pulls out the butt plug inside it. It was shaped like a regular 8in dick with a thick end to keep it in. Shockingly Ben sucked it clean before sticking it in his own hole then sliding his own 8in thickness into Christian as he stroked Robert. All four Batman actors moaning out in pure bliss right in front of me sent more precum straight into my costume. Out of nowhere i was grabbed at my hips and a tongue went straight into my ass through the cuts kin my costume. Horny as i was i fell straight into the feeling of having my ass ate moaning softly. At first i thought it was Chris but i turned around to see him kneeling in front of Cameron who was swallowing as much of his dick as he could. When i looked over my shoulder i was staring Jared Leto directly in his piercing blue eyes as he began bouncing my ass off his togue using his thumbs to part my plump cheeks as much could. Rotated my hips on his tongue for a while until he took it out and jammed a finger up my ass, feeling how tight i was... Me- Mmm oh. Jared- Oooh i see you keep it tight down here. Im gonna have fun eating the load Henry dumps in here tomorrow morning after he opens you up real good. Me- Where's Henry? Jared- (Points towards the open balcony door on the other side of the bed) Out there i think. He pulled he finger out then slapped me on my ass... Jared- You shouldn't keep him waiting any longer and Chris, you're in the wrong room. Tv actors without silver screen counterparts dont get to join the dopplegangbang until tomorrow. Chris- Sorry i had to stick my dick in something before i went crazy. Jared- Well go find a something in the other room to stick it in He smiled and ran out of the room as i made my way towards the balcony door. On the bed they had Christian on his back and Robert was riding his dick while David rode his face. Ben was inbetween Christians legs spreading them wide as he fucked Christian. Ben even pulled the butt plug from his ass and stuck it straight into Roberts ass along side Christians dick causing him to scream out... Robert- Oh my god! Mm thats too much take it out! Ben- Take it like a man. David- Yea. Stop being a pussy Edward. Robert- Fuck you kid. I bet you used to beat your little meat to my Twilight posters. David- Sometimes. I was more into Emmett and Jacob though. Robert- Maybe ill call em up and we'll kidnapped your little ass and teach you a lesson. David- (Moans) Promises, promises. As Robert screamed some more due to the dick and the toy splitting him open, David grabbed him and shoved his tongue down his throat. Robert even started pumping Davids dick for him as David did the same. Over in the jacuzzi Cameron Monaghan was on his back legs on Jareds shoulders taking his dick whole. Jared was bending him so much Cameron waa able to start sucking his own skinny 7in dick and damn was it a turn on... Jared- Thats it. Suck that dick. Want me to make you cum in your mouth? Cameron- Mmm hmm. Jared- You better save some for me. As he fucked him even harder, my ass was swatted by Manu as i passes the swing at the foot of the bed. Now he was the one in the swing spread eagle but instead getting fucked he was eating his own load from Joes ass while Joes sucked Maun clean, the swing holding them both. In the chair Idris now had Will kneeling on the seat as he bounced his juicy ass back onto Idris who slide a string of anal bead in and out of Will along with his dick... Will- Woah now that is it. That is the shit right there baby. Oooh you tryna own this ass huh? Idris- I already do. Well- Damn that accent so damn sexy. On the love seat Ezra now had Grant riding him. Erza monster cock disappeared into Grant like magic. Grant being so skinny had virtually no ass just two mounds of muscle that barely hid his ass crack. Everytime he arose for his lap i could see Grant tight ring gripping Ezras cock like a vice almost not wanting it to come out.... Ezra- Fuck you're so tight. Grant- Your dick is just humongous. Ezra- But you like it. Grant- Nope. I fucking loved it. As they kissed, Joivan screamed out in pleasure. Before i went to the balcony i had to see why. I walked over to the couch and Ray had a fuck machine drilling into Joivan while fucking him alongside it. This time Joivan was making out with Ray and moaning into his own as he stroked his meat. Then it dawned on me, im keeping one of the sexiest men alive waiting. I turned towards the balcony and from where im standing i can see the hair covered legs and the bulbous head of the 3rd one laying in a chair next to the pool on the balcony. I rushed over to the door and onto the balcony, my cape flapping behind me with the air outside. Henry just layed there in his birthday suit glistening with sweat hair all over his chest and a bit on his abs, stroking the most impressive 11in monster ive seen. His body was even more impressive in person no wonder he's played both a demigod and Superman. He could see how mesmerized i was by him to the the point i didn't even notice he was staring me down just the same... Henry- Well shit i wouldn't mind you coming to my rescue. Me- Thats exactly what I've come here to do. Henry- Oh really? Me- Absolutely. I heard you out here in agony from being alone. Herny- So why am i still holding my own dick? I walked over to him and sat on his lap grinding down against it.... Me- Mmm. That better? Henry- Way better. He grabbed my ass and squeezed... Henry- Ooh what doctor you visit to get these? Me- The one in heaven gave em to me. Henry- Unbelievable. I decided to tease him more by flipping around and grinding on his dick reverse cowgirl style. He unbuttones my cap and slapped my ass again... Me- Mmm eat your heart out. Henry- I gotta better idea. He grabbed the fabric and ripped it open, leaving my entire ass exposed, then hooked his arms under my legs and pulled me up so my ass was directly in his face. He pried my cheeks apart then said... Henry- I love a pretty pink pussy. Looks like someone snuck a taste before me. Me- Jared may have snuck up on me. Henry- I'll have to get him for touching my things tomorrow. Me- Now im your thing? Henry- For tonight at least. With that he dove in licking around my hole before teasing it a bit. He'd kiss a spot, lick it, then suck on it before finding a new one and i was loving his technique. While i was caught up in grinding my tongue against him trying to get as much of it i could, his brick hard member flexed and hit my lips. It was leaking precum and some got on my lip. Instinctively i licked it off and it tasted sweet like pineapples. I looked at it still flowing with precum and wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard as i could. Using my tongue to lick across the slit tasting every bit of his sweet nectar. I was giving him the best head of his life and he was eating my ass better than anyone ever had. After a few minutes he slid one of his thick digits into my wet puckered hole, trailing down to my dick with his tongue. He teased my head sucking and licking at it before taking it into his mouth while adding a second finger into my hole, making me moan around his monster meat. I was starting to rock back onto his fingers thrusting my own dick deeper down his talented throat. Hes so skilled it makes me think of the rumors ive hear about him swallowing any cock that could get him a major role. His dick was so huge i was struggling trying to choke it down. I'd get three quarters of it down before choking. It made me think of my rule "If it cant go down my throat no way its going in my ass". Then another finger slowly fought its way into my ass and i was reconsidering already. While the initial stretch of my hole was painful, it was near heavenly to feel it massaging my insides. Plus it was Superman himself wanted a chance at my ass no way i was passing up this chance. Not to mention he was rotating his fingers in my ass while pressing the pinky inside as well and the state of bliss i experienced was EVERYTHING. Of all the times I've allowed Tyler Posey to play with my ass, or Dylan to eat me out, nothing could compare to Henrys magical fingers in my ass. He sucked even harder as precum flowed from my dick into his mouth. I was going crazy. So much so that when he said... Henry- Why dont you sit on it instead of sucking it I didnt even bother to answer i just slid down his body and straddled him. His muscular thighs between my knees didnt leave my much room on the chair so i leaned with my hands on his knees and arch back, positioning myself in perfect position to ride him. His fingers stayed buried in my hole as i rocked back onto them while he slapped his dick against my ass. I got in a steady rhythm throwing my ass onto his fingers. He even rotated and wiggled them around making my moan into the night. I was so caught up in the pleasure that i hadnt even noticed he replaced them with his massive penis. I wined as a third of his huge penis was stretching my hole more than before. He had both of his hands parting my plump ass cheeks his his thumbs close to my hole rubbing it around his dick as he pumped the 3 inches in and out slowly drawing deep moans from me... Me- Ooooooohhhhhh! Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmy god. You're so big. Henry- Just wait til you have the whole thing in there. Me- Aaaaaah! I dont think I'll be able to take it alllllllllll! Henry- Well not with that attitude. He slapped my ass hard making me yelp from the sting. As i rocked back into his thrust he bucked his hips forcing another two inches of his wood inside me. I yelped again and my noise was met with another firm slap to my ass in the same spot, this time stinging harder than before. Again i arose and then sat back on his dick only allowing it to fill my hole no more than before, receiving another slap in the same spot on my ass stinging even more than before making me scream... Me- Owww. Easy you're gonna leave bruises. Henry- Then stop being a pussy and take this entire dick. Me- (Whines) But its so big. Its gonna hurt. Henry- The slower you go the more it'll hurt. So everytime you put my dick in your ass and its not the entire thing im gonna spank you right on your soft, meaty, (slap) ass cheek. You understand? Me- Yes. Henry- Now ride. He rubbed my ass waiting for me to move. I thought for a second but instead tried to sit further on his lap seeing if i could take more of his monsterous dick. Behind me i could hear him moaning as his meat was slowly being slid into the tighter wet walls of my ass. Even i couldn't denying the bits of pleasure that accompanied the pain of my walls being stretched along with the rest of my hole as more than half of his dick was buried inside me. Feeling like i was going to burst i starting to withdraw him from my ass leaving only the tip before going back down to the same spot. This time when smacked my ass it was like i could feel it inside my ass making my walls vibrate around his dick, drawing a high moan from me. Feeling nothing but pleasure in the pain, i starting riding him only taking two thirds of his dick and recieving my spanking like a champ. Each time I'd rock back id moan out in pleasure at the smacking on my ass and the filling of my hole. Even Henry couldn't refrain from moaning and groaning as i began boucing up and down on his meat. The slaps on my ass now turning me on more and more as he now alternated between cheeks, left cheek then right then both, essentially driving me crazy.... Henry- Fuck your ass is amazing. Me- Mmm same about this fuckstick of yours. Henry- Might have to get your number before i leave this place. Me- Oh really? Henry- Yes. Might need to get some of this ass weekly. Me- Mmm, sounds like fun. Henry- You have no idea. Me- (Sits on his entire dick, screams) Fuck. Oh my god fucking show me then you sexy motherfucker. Henry- With pleasure. He wrapped his arms around me tight and stood up, his dick still inside me. He ran dick through me while i dangled in midair screaming out how big and long his meat was. After a few minutes he ran me over to the balcony glass and leaned against it. I spread my legs and braced myself against the glass as he pounded my ass from behind. His grunts and groan, my screams and moans, and his pelvis slamming into my ass were the only things heard out on the balcony. My ass was perfectly clinging to every inch of him inside me as he massaged my walls with his long strokes. I looked over my shoulder catching a glimpse of the sweaty sex god behind me his muscles glistening as they flexed with his thrusts. I even watched a his long pipe was pulled from my ass only to have it all buried deep inside me repeatedly, my ass cheeks jiggling with waves. It didnt take too many strokes with his magic stick before i yelled... Me- Oh shit im gonna cum. Henry- Cum for me baby. He slapped my ass and drilled my hole, fucking me deeper than before which seemed impossible. Only about five more strokes in and i was shooting five thick ropes of cum onto to glass balcony door. My walls collapsed on his dick and surprisingly he barely slowed. He continued stroking my ass like nothing happened, burying his member deep in my guts over and over. My legs were practically limp while my arms hung limp and Henry fucked me like a sexy toy... Me- My legs. *Moans* I can barely feel my legs. Henry- I'll take care of that. With that he pulled his dick out and turned me to face him. He then squatted putting my legs on his shoulders and standing straight up with my back against the wall. Then he shoved half of his dick inside me before using his hands to steady my legs on his shoulders. He started stroking my ass like before only in this position he was digging even deeper than anyone has ever been and fuck was i loving it. He started kissing me as i whined and moaned at the newfound pleasures. Even after just cumming my dick sprang right back to action... Me- What are you doong to me? Henry- We are both Superman. Thought maybe you could take a super fuck. Me- Mmm. Trust me i can. Henry- Can you give one? Me- Well my dick is hard again. Henry- Good. I have had a good dicking since the Justice League premier. Me- Well i certainly think i can help with that. Henry- Good to know. With that he started to fuck me like a jackhammer. My ass quaked against pelvis everytime he drilled my ass. The only thing i could do was moan, or scream, as his moans and my ass slapping against his thighs were the only things heard. He fucked me good like that for about ten minutes before screaming in my ear as he blew all six shots of his load into my ass.... Henry- Oh my god. Fuck thats the best ass I've ever been inside. Me- That dick was one of a kind too. He gently put my legs down before turning away and walking towards a reclining chair. Instantly my eyes were drawn to the thickest, mounds of muscled meat, covered in small hairs. No suprised his perfect ass matched his perfect body. He layed on the chair practically passing out on his stomach. One of his legs was hiked up a bit leaving his ass open for business. I started stroking my dick as i inched my way over to him. The closer i got the more pink i could see hiding underneath the hair. I thought about how tight he must be, how sweaty and moist his hole will feel around my dick, and i didn't even care he was practically sleep. I kneeled between his legs and lined myself up with my prize. When i pushed inside i didnt expect his hole to snap around my dick so tight. Even when i barely moved it was like it was sucking me in further. I didn't even try to fight the urges in me before i started fucking him like he fucked me. He moaned lightly while i pounded away at those hairy mounds of muscle of his. My hands gripping his hips holding him in place while i buried my precum slicked dick inside him moaning at the way his tight walls massaged it. I felt like i was fucking the ass of a god, too bad it wasnt long before it had me shooting the biggest load ever inside it. I didnt even bother pulling out. In fact i was so spent i blissfully collapsed right onto Henry back. 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Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2019 10:02:05 -0400
From: Devyn Davis <[email protected]>
Subject: Elseworld Orgy
100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!
In case you need to search the actors:
[Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert
Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade,
Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu
Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell,
Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales,
Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David
Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway]
(Tyler Hoechlin POV)
I had no idea what i was getting into but when i got a text from my friend
Chris Wood about an exclusive all male actors party at Caesars Palace in
Vegas this weekend i had to make sure i was free. Chris was pretty wild
during the few times we got together on the Supergirl set and i figured
tonight was gonna be the same way so i didn't even bother packing any real
clothes just thongs and swim trunks a size too small. It was no secret my
ass was every tops dream so why not show it off.
I checked into the hotel and got my keycard for the room. The manager made
it a point to tell me i was the last to arrive. He also told me the villa
we got takes up the entire top floor and to just call down for any and
everything we needed. I just thanked him and walked away pretending i
didn't hear his comment about my ass.
Soon as i entered the elevator i got a call from Chris...
Me- (Answers) What's up?
Chris- That's what I'm trying to figure out. The party is in full blown
effect where the hell are you?
Me- Relax im in the elevator. You didn't tell me if this past has a theme
or not either.
Chris- It's a suprise just get your sexy ass up here.
Me- How can a party theme be a suprise?
Chris- Why don't you come find out.
Me- (Notices the elevator almost there) That's the plan. (Hangs up)
As the elevator door opened i walked into the hallway and stopped at the
lone door to my left. I opened it with the keycard and was blasted by the
sound of Janelle Monae feat Zoe Kravitz "Screwed". When i walked in i saw a
pile a suitcases, bags, and discarded clothes and shoes to my right and a
table in front of me with a few bottles of lube, condoms, and sex toys.
Even through the music i could hear the moaning, groaning, and flesh
smacking. All of it and the mystery behind it all getting me hard as a
rock. After throwing my bag on the floor and stripping completely naked i
grabbed my favourite pair of thongs a blue pair with the Superman logo on
the crotch with a cape barely covering the ass. As i slid them on i was
startled by a swift smack to my ass....
Me- (Jumping) Oww!
Chris- Just as soft as i remember.
When i saw it was Chris i was still caught off guard by the fact he was
wearing a Vegas hooker version of his Mon-El costume. The entire torso was
cut out revealing his nicely cut torso while the sleeves remained, the legs
were cut off as well making them like briefs,...
Chris- Oh checking out the costume i see.
He turned around revealing his cape then moving it aside revealing his cute
ass with a zipper straight down his crack...
Chris- Sexy right?
Me- Fuck yea!
Chris- Well take off those tragic things you have on,(Going to a nearby
closet and grabbing a bag and tossing it at Tyler) and try this on.
Me- (Opens the bag) So this is why the theme was a surprised.
Chris- Yup. Specially made slutty supersuits for everyone!
It took no time to change into my costume. Chris and his parties never
dissapoint so this time was no different. My costume was pretty much the
same from Supergirl too, just tighter spandex, the torso was cut into a
long sleeved halter top still with the long cape, and the red spandex
trunks were straight out of the comics with horizontal slits in the fabric
on the back....
Chris- Damn you look good. He's gonna tear you apart.
Me- He who?
Chris- Your "Elseworld doppelganger" Henry Cavil.
Me- Wait explain now.
Chris- So the theme of the party is "Elseworld Doppelgang-Bang"?
Me- Dammit Chris you know i don't do gangbangs. You lose that virgin tight
feel faster.
Chris- I know its just a catchy name especially since we have quite a few
guest who play similar DC characters. It started as a welcome party for
Idris and Robert for joining the DCEU but then Jason called me then Ezra
called Grant who texted Keiynan who wanted to know if he can bring Jordan
along since apparently they're a "thing" now...
Me- Wait who is Jordan?
Chris- Calloway. Plays on Black Lighting.
Me- Oh the really cute one with the dreads.
Chris- Well those were fake but yes him.
Me- So what did Henry request me or something?
Chris- Actually yes. He said he wanted to be first to take a crack at those
"marvelous delicious looking cupcakes" you have.
Me- He said that.
Chris- He even licked his lips thinking about it.
Me- Well lets not keep him waiting any longer.
Chris- Follow me.
He opened the door and i nearly came in my costume at the sight before me.
Naked and scantily clad actors all over each other. Jason Momoa by far
stood out the most standing in the center of the room, chugging a beer with
one hand while the other is gripping the hair on Legends of Tomorrow
actors' Nick Zanos head, thrusting his thick man meat in and out of his
mouth. Surprisingly Nick is choking it down like a champ as Jason pounds
away at his throat without abandon. I looked closer and could see Nick was
fully hard stroking his penis. Looking even closer i noticed Jasons thrust
were getting longer as he grinded his meaty ass back on the three digits
Nick was forcing in his ass before thrusting his meat back in Nicks mouth.
Had that been me i would've had Jason on his back, legs on the air feasting
on his hole while Nick rides him reverse cowgirl style so i can taste a
break from my meal and get a taste of that dick every other minute.
On the couch Rick Gonzales has his Arrow costar Stephen Amell bent over the
arm of the couch kissing, biting, and slapping his ass all while thrusting
a huge dildo in and out of his hole. The way he's moaning seems like it may
be his first time having something up there. He's panting like he can't
breath too but damn its so hot to see his face twisted in pleasure. Rick
was slowly sliding the entire 8in toy inside Stephen all while Robbie Amell
was underneath Rick deepthroating his long 9in piece. Rick thrusted his
hips as Robbie would reach the base making him choke....
Rick- Thats it bitch. Choke on that dick, get it nice and wet so i can
slide it right inside your big cousins tight ass. (Slapping Stephens
stuffed ass)
With the entire dildo deep inside him Stephen screamed out in pleasure
shooting a thick load on the couch. The entire scene almost made me miss
Shazam star Zachary Levi over in the corner making out with Black Lightning
lead Cress Williams as his Shazam costar Adam Brody with both of their
dicks in hand stroking one while sucking the other. Judging by the way
they're moaning into each others mouths he seems to have some serious
skill. I almost didnt even catch the dildo he's riding mounted to the floor
beneath him. Cress even has a hand on what appears to be the last on a
chain of anal beads inserting it inside Zachary. The scene was almost
hotter than the last. I could feel the precum forming a spot in my costume.
Soon as i thought i had seen everything this room had to offer i turned to
Chris just to find him in awe at the sight of the CW's Atom actor Brandon
Routh on his hands and knees moaning and panting as he throws his ass back
in rhythm with Wonder Woman star Chris Pine both of them slamming their
asses together, the sound of flesh smacking while they share a thick double
sided dildo. Both of them began fisting their dicks furiously as Chris
starts to scream out...
Chris- Oh my god. Fuck thats it. Oh shit thats it!
Brandon- I havent had this much fun...oh fuck...since my farewell party
from Arrow. Mmm mmm my god thats the best! I dont know how long I'll be
able to keep this up.
Chris- Ooohhhh me either.
As they were both about to cum, Chris grabbed my hand and lead me out of
the room. With one more quick glance back I could see both Brandon and
Chris Pine starting to cum all over the floor not losing their rhythm on
the toy between them. Adam was standing with his head being pressed into
the wall by Cress who had Adam arched back and sinking his thick 11in dick
into Adam tight ass, all while Zachary knelt behind Cress now fucking
himself on the dildo mounted to the floor with the beads still inside him.
He moaned as he slowly pulled them out and began inserting them into Cress
who groaned at the unexpected act. Over in the couch Rick was long stroking
Stephen with his skinny man meat awhile Stephen moaned and groaning
slobbering all over his cousins dick who was fucking his face to keep him
somewhat quiet. Across from them Nick was bouncing his muscly ass on Jasons
dick as he sat back in the chair stroking Nicks precum smeared dick. The
last thing i saw before we were out of the living room was Jason lick the
precum off his hand and fingers before taking another swig of a beer.
Chris asjusted his hardon as we walked through the hallway....
Me- Fuck that was hot.
Chris- I know right. Just imagine that for the entire weekend. Then on the
last day we're gonna top it off with the orgy of the century dude. Even
invited a few extra guys.
Me- You've gotta be kidding me.
Chris- Nope. Im telling man this shit is gonna be legendary.
Me- Who'd you invite?
Chris- Come on dude. You know me i cant spoil the fun.
Me- Alright just one name, please?
Chris- Nope.
Me- Come on Chris. I know you want your chance at this bubble butt of mine.
Chris- Dont tease me man.
Me- Im serious you give me one name just one and I'll back off.
Chris- Ok. Hugh Jackman.
Me- You cant be serious.
Chris- Nope. Wolverine is coming outta retirement. Cant wait to have him
scream like Logan while he unloads balls deep in my ass.
Me- I may even howl like Derek Hale for him.
As we both laughed we passed the kitchen and heard...
Voice- Holy fuck!!!
We both looked at each other and smiled as we went to see what or rather
who that was. In the kitchen was a sight even more hot than the living
room. Right in the kitchen next to the island in the center was a swing.
Inside the swing Black Lightning star Jordan Calloway was spread eagle with
Captain Boomerang performer Jai Courtney drizzling chocolate syrup all over
Jordans 8in hard on then down on his balls and allows some to slide down to
his hole a few drops hitting the floor. Before partaking in his snack he
took a can of whipped cream and put the tip to Jordans tight hole and
covering it in whipped cream then spraying a trail up to the tip of his
penis...
Jai- Down right delicious.
Jordan- Hurry up and have your snack. I want to see how this dick feels
buried in your lily white ass.
Jai- Mmm sounds like fun. Patience young grasshopper. You'll have plenty of
time to make me your bitch. But im gonna make you mine first.
And with that Jai opened wide and began swallowing Jordans entire dick. If
i wasnt witnessing it myself i wouldn't believe it. I was so turned on when
Chris grabbed my dick and begin palming it through my costume i didn't even
think before doing the same to him. Not taking my eyes off Jai when he had
the entire dick in his mouth he closed his lips and Jordans eyes rolled
back as Jai began sucking his was up the dick leaving nothing but spit
covered skin not a drop of chocolate left behind. If i want seeing it
myself i wouldn't believe the skills on display in front of me. When Jai
finally pulls off leaving a clean dick he kissed Jordan sharing his
"snack".....
Jai- (After the kiss) Yummy.
Jordan- Why aren't you down there finishing up then?
Jai- With pleasure.
After another peck he goes back down and starts licking and sucking away
the rest of the condiments. Over on top of a counter Keiynan Lionsdale is
on his knees ass arched with a layer of peanut butter and a line of cheese
whizz down his ass crack with Arrow actor David Ramsey licking away at it
starting from the top and working his way down. Both Chris and i were so
turned on he grabbed my hips and thrusted his pelvis against my ass and
grabbed my dick again and rubbed it through my costume as i grinded my ass
against his hardon. Keiynans moans were high like i expected. With each
lick and kiss David would give Keiynan would moan making his pleasure
known. Even hearing them was a turn on for me making my grind my ass into
Chris even harder.
Keiynan- Oooh. Aaahh. Ahhhhh. Mmmmhhhmm. Shit you're so good at that.
Jay- (Coming from behind us) Excuse me.
Jay Hernandez slaps Chris on the ass as he walked passed us with his body
covered in tattoos like his Suicide Squad character, his cute tight ass
lookings perfect covered in ink. He walked right over to Jordan and slid
his fat 8in dick right in his mouth. Over on the counter. David doesn't say
anything he just smacks his ass hard before diving tongue first into
Keiynans hole causing him to arch back further as he moans even more. He
started rocking back and forth fucking himself on Davids tongue and damn is
it hot to see.
In the swing Jordan groans in pain around Jays huge dick as Jai inserts his
beer bottle thick 7in dick into his hole. Jai just starts stroking away
ignoring Jordans groans and whimpers. We're at the perfect angle to see
Jordan tight anal ring expand around Jais dick as he drills into him. Even
David now has Keiynan with only one leg up on the counter bouncing his
tight ass back onto the brick hard 9in meat of his as he grabs his meaty
ass cheeks. I caught myself staring at Davids phat ass flex as he thrusted
into the younger man in front of his. His hole was hiding behind a fuzzy
layer of hair that started at the top of his ass crack and traveled down.
All i can do is hope i get a chance to have a go at it specially since im a
sucker for a hairy ass.
Chris- (Moaning in my ear) I've gotta get you to Henry before i fuck you to
sleep myself
Me- You better hurry before i let you
He pulled away and lead me through down the hall to one final room. When he
opened it i was in awe. It was big enough to be its own suite not only that
but the host of men in front of me nearly took my breath away.
On the couch right in front of me the Cyborg of Doom Patrol Joivan Wade was
on his stomach having his ass pounded by the Justice League Cyborg Ray
Fisher and he wasnt taking it easy on the smaller man at all. Joivan was
pretty much screaming as Ray went balls deep into his ass with every
thrust. I was nearly mesmerized by it till a smack followed by a moan make
me look over to the love seat where DCEU Flash Ezra Miller had his CW
counter part Grant Gustin bent of the back of the seat thrusting an
impressively thick 10inches of dick into Grants tight muscled ass. I was
shocked both at how dominant Ezra who seemed so twink-like was with Grant
who was more of a top to me, and how much meat Ezra was packing considering
how skinny he was. Shockingly Grant wasnt even in pain he rocked back as
much as he could, moaning through his teeth as he met every stroke. Ezra
pulled Grant up by his hair and choked him while he kissed him as he kept
pounding away at Grants welcoming hole. I watched closely as they sucked on
each others tongues. Again had it not been for the groans of someone to my
right i would've watched this show til the end. Over in the chair the
former Deadshot Will Smith was on his back legs in the air and the new
Deadshot Idris Elba fucking him fast and hard.
Chris- I've never noticed how phat Idris' ass is
Me- It is nice. I wonder if he bottoms?
Idris- (Still stroking) He doesn't. (Turning to them) But i can dick you
good enough to make you think of better things.
Will- (Moaning) Dont....i....know....it. Wooh. You better fuck this ass boy.
Will probably had one of the best asses around combine that with watching
one of the sexiest men alive (Idris) fuck him silly and you'd understand
why i felt like i was gonna unload in my costume right then and there. In
front of the bed was another swing with Joe Manganiello taking a pounding
from the Arrowverse Deathstroke Manu Bennett. Seeing how massive he was it
wasnt surprising he was packing a thick 9in meat. Joe was groaning in mixed
pain and pleasure as Manu stroked him like he hadnt had sex in years. Manu
even leaned over and began sucking Joes hard dick as he kept fucking the
man in front of him. Joe started moaning at the feeling of Manu sucking his
meat as his ass is filled over and over by his monster meat....
Joe- Oh my god man. That dick is so fucking big. Im gonna blow my load
right down your throat.
Manu- That's what i was hoping for.
Manu popped the dick back into his mouth and began bobbing furiously
sucking Joe just as fast as he was fucking him. The sight almost make me
completely miss the jacuzzi in the back right corner. As we walked closer
to it the green haired man with the chiseled back and cute pert ass that
was half revealed by the water seemed to be the sexy Joker Jared Leto and
my was he just as beautiful in person. He had a guy arched in front of him,
grabbing him by his shoulders, and pounding into him so hard the water
splashed around them with each thrust. Jared only panted as he fucked the
smaller man in front of him, his tight ass flexing with each thrust. We
walked around to see who was the red headed man taking Jared with ease and
of course it was Gothams Joker and Shameless star Cameron Monaghan moaning
like a $2 hooker. Both of them pale white and perfect for each other. I
don't know how much more i could take. Then Chris tapped me, making me turn
to him noticing how fixed he was on the bed. Once i saw it my jaw dropped.
Of all the things i see today this had to be the best. New Batman Robert
Pattinson was wearing a Batman mask and laying on his stomach giving head
to a much smaller guy who was wearing a funny looking Batman mask i could
only assume it was Gotham actor David Mazouz gripping Roberts hair and
guiding him up and down his cock. At the other end Roberts legs were spread
wide with Ben Affleck in his cowl snacking on Robert hairy lily white ass
all while hes bouncing his own fuzzy muscled ass back onto the 7in cock
belonging to Dark Knight actor Christian Bale who just gripped Ben by the
hips and worked his dick in and out of his experienced hole. Rob was
humming on Davids dick due to Ben tonguing his tight ass ferociously which
was driving David crazy....
David- This is the best night ever!
Christian- You're still young kid just wait till you hit my age. Nights
like this are a regular thing for guy like us
Ben- Alright i think hes ready. For it.
Christian- Say no more.
With that Christian pulled out of Ben allowing him to move aside. With Ben
out the way Christian sinks into Robert slowly as he moans around Davids
cock enjoying the feeling of Christians rod streching his anal ring and
cavity. Ben reaches toward Christians ass and pulls out the butt plug
inside it. It was shaped like a regular 8in dick with a thick end to keep
it in. Shockingly Ben sucked it clean before sticking it in his own hole
then sliding his own 8in thickness into Christian as he stroked Robert. All
four Batman actors moaning out in pure bliss right in front of me sent more
precum straight into my costume. Out of nowhere i was grabbed at my hips
and a tongue went straight into my ass through the cuts kin my costume.
Horny as i was i fell straight into the feeling of having my ass ate
moaning softly. At first i thought it was Chris but i turned around to see
him kneeling in front of Cameron who was swallowing as much of his dick as
he could. When i looked over my shoulder i was staring Jared Leto directly
in his piercing blue eyes as he began bouncing my ass off his togue using
his thumbs to part my plump cheeks as much could. Rotated my hips on his
tongue for a while until he took it out and jammed a finger up my ass,
feeling how tight i was...
Me- Mmm oh.
Jared- Oooh i see you keep it tight down here. Im gonna have fun eating the
load Henry dumps in here tomorrow morning after he opens you up real good.
Me- Where's Henry?
Jared- (Points towards the open balcony door on the other side of the bed)
Out there i think.
He pulled he finger out then slapped me on my ass...
Jared- You shouldn't keep him waiting any longer and Chris, you're in the
wrong room. Tv actors without silver screen counterparts dont get to join
the dopplegangbang until tomorrow.
Chris- Sorry i had to stick my dick in something before i went crazy.
Jared- Well go find a something in the other room to stick it in
He smiled and ran out of the room as i made my way towards the balcony
door. On the bed they had Christian on his back and Robert was riding his
dick while David rode his face. Ben was inbetween Christians legs spreading
them wide as he fucked Christian. Ben even pulled the butt plug from his
ass and stuck it straight into Roberts ass along side Christians dick
causing him to scream out...
Robert- Oh my god! Mm thats too much take it out!
Ben- Take it like a man.
David- Yea. Stop being a pussy Edward.
Robert- Fuck you kid. I bet you used to beat your little meat to my
Twilight posters.
David- Sometimes. I was more into Emmett and Jacob though.
Robert- Maybe ill call em up and we'll kidnapped your little ass and teach
you a lesson.
David- (Moans) Promises, promises.
As Robert screamed some more due to the dick and the toy splitting him
open, David grabbed him and shoved his tongue down his throat. Robert even
started pumping Davids dick for him as David did the same. Over in the
jacuzzi Cameron Monaghan was on his back legs on Jareds shoulders taking
his dick whole. Jared was bending him so much Cameron waa able to start
sucking his own skinny 7in dick and damn was it a turn on...
Jared- Thats it. Suck that dick. Want me to make you cum in your mouth?
Cameron- Mmm hmm.
Jared- You better save some for me.
As he fucked him even harder, my ass was swatted by Manu as i passes the
swing at the foot of the bed. Now he was the one in the swing spread eagle
but instead getting fucked he was eating his own load from Joes ass while
Joes sucked Maun clean, the swing holding them both. In the chair Idris now
had Will kneeling on the seat as he bounced his juicy ass back onto Idris
who slide a string of anal bead in and out of Will along with his dick...
Will- Woah now that is it. That is the shit right there baby. Oooh you
tryna own this ass huh?
Idris- I already do.
Well- Damn that accent so damn sexy.
On the love seat Ezra now had Grant riding him. Erza monster cock
disappeared into Grant like magic. Grant being so skinny had virtually no
ass just two mounds of muscle that barely hid his ass crack. Everytime he
arose for his lap i could see Grant tight ring gripping Ezras cock like a
vice almost not wanting it to come out....
Ezra- Fuck you're so tight.
Grant- Your dick is just humongous.
Ezra- But you like it.
Grant- Nope. I fucking loved it.
As they kissed, Joivan screamed out in pleasure. Before i went to the
balcony i had to see why. I walked over to the couch and Ray had a fuck
machine drilling into Joivan while fucking him alongside it. This time
Joivan was making out with Ray and moaning into his own as he stroked his
meat. Then it dawned on me, im keeping one of the sexiest men alive waiting.
I turned towards the balcony and from where im standing i can see the hair
covered legs and the bulbous head of the 3rd one laying in a chair next to
the pool on the balcony. I rushed over to the door and onto the balcony, my
cape flapping behind me with the air outside. Henry just layed there in his
birthday suit glistening with sweat hair all over his chest and a bit on
his abs, stroking the most impressive 11in monster ive seen. His body was
even more impressive in person no wonder he's played both a demigod and
Superman. He could see how mesmerized i was by him to the the point i
didn't even notice he was staring me down just the same...
Henry- Well shit i wouldn't mind you coming to my rescue.
Me- Thats exactly what I've come here to do.
Henry- Oh really?
Me- Absolutely. I heard you out here in agony from being alone.
Herny- So why am i still holding my own dick?
I walked over to him and sat on his lap grinding down against it....
Me- Mmm. That better?
Henry- Way better.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed...
Henry- Ooh what doctor you visit to get these?
Me- The one in heaven gave em to me.
Henry- Unbelievable.
I decided to tease him more by flipping around and grinding on his dick
reverse cowgirl style. He unbuttones my cap and slapped my ass again...
Me- Mmm eat your heart out.
Henry- I gotta better idea.
He grabbed the fabric and ripped it open, leaving my entire ass exposed,
then hooked his arms under my legs and pulled me up so my ass was directly
in his face. He pried my cheeks apart then said...
Henry- I love a pretty pink pussy. Looks like someone snuck a taste before
me.
Me- Jared may have snuck up on me.
Henry- I'll have to get him for touching my things tomorrow.
Me- Now im your thing?
Henry- For tonight at least.
With that he dove in licking around my hole before teasing it a bit. He'd
kiss a spot, lick it, then suck on it before finding a new one and i was
loving his technique. While i was caught up in grinding my tongue against
him trying to get as much of it i could, his brick hard member flexed and
hit my lips. It was leaking precum and some got on my lip. Instinctively i
licked it off and it tasted sweet like pineapples. I looked at it still
flowing with precum and wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard as
i could. Using my tongue to lick across the slit tasting every bit of his
sweet nectar. I was giving him the best head of his life and he was eating
my ass better than anyone ever had.
After a few minutes he slid one of his thick digits into my wet puckered
hole, trailing down to my dick with his tongue. He teased my head sucking
and licking at it before taking it into his mouth while adding a second
finger into my hole, making me moan around his monster meat. I was starting
to rock back onto his fingers thrusting my own dick deeper down his
talented throat. Hes so skilled it makes me think of the rumors ive hear
about him swallowing any cock that could get him a major role.
His dick was so huge i was struggling trying to choke it down. I'd get
three quarters of it down before choking. It made me think of my rule "If
it cant go down my throat no way its going in my ass". Then another finger
slowly fought its way into my ass and i was reconsidering already. While
the initial stretch of my hole was painful, it was near heavenly to feel it
massaging my insides. Plus it was Superman himself wanted a chance at my
ass no way i was passing up this chance. Not to mention he was rotating his
fingers in my ass while pressing the pinky inside as well and the state of
bliss i experienced was EVERYTHING. Of all the times I've allowed Tyler
Posey to play with my ass, or Dylan to eat me out, nothing could compare to
Henrys magical fingers in my ass. He sucked even harder as precum flowed
from my dick into his mouth. I was going crazy. So much so that when he
said...
Henry- Why dont you sit on it instead of sucking it
I didnt even bother to answer i just slid down his body and straddled him.
His muscular thighs between my knees didnt leave my much room on the chair
so i leaned with my hands on his knees and arch back, positioning myself in
perfect position to ride him. His fingers stayed buried in my hole as i
rocked back onto them while he slapped his dick against my ass. I got in a
steady rhythm throwing my ass onto his fingers. He even rotated and wiggled
them around making my moan into the night. I was so caught up in the
pleasure that i hadnt even noticed he replaced them with his massive penis.
I wined as a third of his huge penis was stretching my hole more than
before. He had both of his hands parting my plump ass cheeks his his thumbs
close to my hole rubbing it around his dick as he pumped the 3 inches in
and out slowly drawing deep moans from me...
Me- Ooooooohhhhhh! Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmy god. You're so big.
Henry- Just wait til you have the whole thing in there.
Me- Aaaaaah! I dont think I'll be able to take it alllllllllll!
Henry- Well not with that attitude.
He slapped my ass hard making me yelp from the sting. As i rocked back into
his thrust he bucked his hips forcing another two inches of his wood inside
me. I yelped again and my noise was met with another firm slap to my ass in
the same spot, this time stinging harder than before. Again i arose and
then sat back on his dick only allowing it to fill my hole no more than
before, receiving another slap in the same spot on my ass stinging even
more than before making me scream...
Me- Owww. Easy you're gonna leave bruises.
Henry- Then stop being a pussy and take this entire dick.
Me- (Whines) But its so big. Its gonna hurt.
Henry- The slower you go the more it'll hurt. So everytime you put my dick
in your ass and its not the entire thing im gonna spank you right on your
soft, meaty, (slap) ass cheek. You understand?
Me- Yes.
Henry- Now ride.
He rubbed my ass waiting for me to move. I thought for a second but instead
tried to sit further on his lap seeing if i could take more of his
monsterous dick. Behind me i could hear him moaning as his meat was slowly
being slid into the tighter wet walls of my ass. Even i couldn't denying
the bits of pleasure that accompanied the pain of my walls being stretched
along with the rest of my hole as more than half of his dick was buried
inside me. Feeling like i was going to burst i starting to withdraw him
from my ass leaving only the tip before going back down to the same spot.
This time when smacked my ass it was like i could feel it inside my ass
making my walls vibrate around his dick, drawing a high moan from me.
Feeling nothing but pleasure in the pain, i starting riding him only taking
two thirds of his dick and recieving my spanking like a champ. Each time
I'd rock back id moan out in pleasure at the smacking on my ass and the
filling of my hole. Even Henry couldn't refrain from moaning and groaning
as i began boucing up and down on his meat. The slaps on my ass now turning
me on more and more as he now alternated between cheeks, left cheek then
right then both, essentially driving me crazy....
Henry- Fuck your ass is amazing.
Me- Mmm same about this fuckstick of yours.
Henry- Might have to get your number before i leave this place.
Me- Oh really?
Henry- Yes. Might need to get some of this ass weekly.
Me- Mmm, sounds like fun.
Henry- You have no idea.
Me- (Sits on his entire dick, screams) Fuck. Oh my god fucking show me then
you sexy motherfucker.
Henry- With pleasure.
He wrapped his arms around me tight and stood up, his dick still inside me.
He ran dick through me while i dangled in midair screaming out how big and
long his meat was. After a few minutes he ran me over to the balcony glass
and leaned against it. I spread my legs and braced myself against the glass
as he pounded my ass from behind. His grunts and groan, my screams and
moans, and his pelvis slamming into my ass were the only things heard out
on the balcony. My ass was perfectly clinging to every inch of him inside
me as he massaged my walls with his long strokes. I looked over my shoulder
catching a glimpse of the sweaty sex god behind me his muscles glistening
as they flexed with his thrusts. I even watched a his long pipe was pulled
from my ass only to have it all buried deep inside me repeatedly, my ass
cheeks jiggling with waves. It didnt take too many strokes with his magic
stick before i yelled...
Me- Oh shit im gonna cum.
Henry- Cum for me baby.
He slapped my ass and drilled my hole, fucking me deeper than before which
seemed impossible. Only about five more strokes in and i was shooting five
thick ropes of cum onto to glass balcony door. My walls collapsed on his
dick and surprisingly he barely slowed. He continued stroking my ass like
nothing happened, burying his member deep in my guts over and over. My legs
were practically limp while my arms hung limp and Henry fucked me like a
sexy toy...
Me- My legs. *Moans* I can barely feel my legs.
Henry- I'll take care of that.
With that he pulled his dick out and turned me to face him. He then
squatted putting my legs on his shoulders and standing straight up with my
back against the wall. Then he shoved half of his dick inside me before
using his hands to steady my legs on his shoulders. He started stroking my
ass like before only in this position he was digging even deeper than
anyone has ever been and fuck was i loving it. He started kissing me as i
whined and moaned at the newfound pleasures. Even after just cumming my
dick sprang right back to action...
Me- What are you doong to me?
Henry- We are both Superman. Thought maybe you could take a super fuck.
Me- Mmm. Trust me i can.
Henry- Can you give one?
Me- Well my dick is hard again.
Henry- Good. I have had a good dicking since the Justice League premier.
Me- Well i certainly think i can help with that.
Henry- Good to know.
With that he started to fuck me like a jackhammer. My ass quaked against
pelvis everytime he drilled my ass. The only thing i could do was moan, or
scream, as his moans and my ass slapping against his thighs were the only
things heard. He fucked me good like that for about ten minutes before
screaming in my ear as he blew all six shots of his load into my ass....
Henry- Oh my god. Fuck thats the best ass I've ever been inside.
Me- That dick was one of a kind too.
He gently put my legs down before turning away and walking towards a
reclining chair. Instantly my eyes were drawn to the thickest, mounds of
muscled meat, covered in small hairs. No suprised his perfect ass matched
his perfect body. He layed on the chair practically passing out on his
stomach. One of his legs was hiked up a bit leaving his ass open for
business. I started stroking my dick as i inched my way over to him. The
closer i got the more pink i could see hiding underneath the hair. I
thought about how tight he must be, how sweaty and moist his hole will feel
around my dick, and i didn't even care he was practically sleep. I kneeled
between his legs and lined myself up with my prize. When i pushed inside i
didnt expect his hole to snap around my dick so tight. Even when i barely
moved it was like it was sucking me in further. I didn't even try to fight
the urges in me before i started fucking him like he fucked me. He moaned
lightly while i pounded away at those hairy mounds of muscle of his. My
hands gripping his hips holding him in place while i buried my precum
slicked dick inside him moaning at the way his tight walls massaged it. I
felt like i was fucking the ass of a god, too bad it wasnt long before it
had me shooting the biggest load ever inside it. I didnt even bother
pulling out. In fact i was so spent i blissfully collapsed right onto Henry
back.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/elseworld-orgy/elseworld-orgy-2 | Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2019 19:16:20 -0400 From: Devyn Davis Subject: Elseworld Orgy Ch 2 100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! In case you need to search the actors: [Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade, Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell, Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales, Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway] Ch. 2: [Tyler Hoechlin POV] When i woke up i was shocked to find myself still buried inside Henry's tight ass with my cum from last night still inside him from the night before. Then i felt the familiar feeling of a tongue in my ass lapping away at Henry's load from last night. Looking over my shoulder it was no suprise to find Jared Leto parting my ass cheeks with his hands while licking and sucking all the cum from my ass.... Me- (Moaning) Uhhhhh mmmmmm, fuck is that how you say good morning? Jared- Its how i keep my promise. Plus i love eating cum from holes. Me- Well after your done with me you can give Cavil here a good cleaning. Jared- My pleasure. After im done with you of course. Me- Can't argue with that. I could feel my dick starting to get hard inside of Henrys tight ass, adding to the pleasure of Jared feasting on my ass. Damn was it the best way I've ever been woken up too. Henry was still fast asleep despite me laying on him with my hard dick buried inside him. I was practically fucking him as i rocked my ass back riding Jareds tongue. It all felt so good i was moaning loud enough to draw is some expected attention.... Ezra- Well now i see what all this noise is. Me- (In between moans) Sorry..uhhhh...i tried to keep it....ooooohhhhh.....down. Ezra- Trust me i know how hard it is to be quiet while Jareds working that tongue. Besides I've been woken up by worse. Im just tryna decide do i want to bury this dick down your throat or in Jareds ass Me- (MOANS LOUDLY) FUCK!!! Jared sinking his tongue deep into my ass hitting mt spot made me bury my dick deep into Henry and screaming out dumping another load into him. While i was still screaming Ezra buried his huge dick down my throat. Initially i tried to push him out but Ezra being the dominate person he was he my head in place allowing my throat to adjust to his thick member before stroking my mouth. My screaming mustve woke up Henry who started to slide his way back from beneath me... Henry- You all could've at least let him off of me first. Jared- But then i would've missed this perfect opportunity. Henry- And whats that? Jared- Your perfectly sculpted ass on full display and your hole dripping with fresh cum. Its truly a sight to behold I could hear Jared slap Henry on his ass before diving in to eat both my loads out of Henry. Henry even moaned at Jareds skills beneath me causing me to get turned on again. Ezra was staring me directly in the eyes coaching me on how to relax to take more of his dick. I know Henry was packing but Ezra had the length plus freakish girth but the more he stroked the more i was able to take until eventually i had his entire monster meat buried in my throat with his pubes in my face.... Ezra- Good boy. Now im gonna take you for a walk over to the jacuzzi and my dick is gonna remain in your mouth the entire time, do you understand? All i could do was nod.... Ezra- Great now let's go. As he started walking backwards towards the jacuzzi i crawled off off Henry leaving him a writhing moaning mess with Jared and his wicked tongue as the cause of it all. I kept my lips closed tight around Erzas huge dick as we led me on my knees over to the pool staring me in the eyes the entire way. The look in his eyes had me fixed on them. It was like his dominance was seeping through his gaze and damn did it have me hard as a rock.... Ezra- Ooouuu look at you with those super sexy blue eyes. If i had my phone id take a pictures just so you can see how gorgeous you look with those eyes and those plump pink lips around my dick. Dont worry ill find another dick to replace when i decide to ram this monster between those meaty ass cheeks straight in your hole. His dirty talk was turning me on even more. Once we finally reached the jacuzzi he stepped down into it as i crawled down the stair keeping as much of his dick in my mouth as i could. He sat right next to the stairs and i was able to kneel on the seat in front of him and start bobbing up and down swallowing his dick over and over again as he moaned loudly gripping the back of my head giving to fuck my throat. Fuck was this a hell of a way to wake up... [Chris Wood POV] Man last night was more fun than i imagined. I didnt get to fuck Tylers perfect ass but i did get a turn to help break Stephen Amells virgin ass in. Even now i can still hear his whiny moans in my head as Rick had Robbie Amell riding him right next to me and rammed my dick in his hole doggystyle on the couch. His ass was so good i didnt even bother to pull out instead i just dumped my load right into him. I was waking up on the couch in the living room and of course i wasnt waking up alone. Right behind me Zachary Levi was spooning me with his morning wood pressed firmly into my ass. On the floor in front of me Robbie Amell had his cousin Stephen laying on his stomach legs spread eagle and fingering his hole as he slept. He took the finger from Stephens ass and i almost screamed out when i watched him take my cum from his cousins ass and suck it clean off of his finger.... Me- Thats hot. Robbie- (Jumping in shock at my voice) Shit! I thought i was the only one woke. Me- Thought you could slide in some early morning incest? Robbie- Hey you try growing up with this asshole for a big cousin. Literally everytime we were alone he was shoving his dick either down my throat or up my ass. Last night when Rick bitched him out it was the best shit ever. Now i get to wake him up with a reminder of his new place now. Me- Whats that? Robbie- (Sliding his dick inside Stephens ass) On bottom. I stroked my dick right there as i watched Robbie fuck his sleeping cousin. It was totally hot watching him practically do pushups and pounding his hole. After about 5mins, Stephen started to let out low moans everytime the dick went inside him. Robbie grabbed Stephens hands and held them above his head as he started to fuck him harder waking him up. As Stephen woke up he tried to push Robbie off of him inbetween moans but with each thrust Robbie went deeper and he was starting to like it.... Stephen- I swear to god if you dont get your dick outta me Robbie.... Robbie- You sure you want me to take it out? Sounds to me like you like having your little cousin fuck you like a whore. Stephen- Take it out! Stop. Robbie- You mean "Dont stop"? Come on cuz. Its ok to like a little dick every now and then. Stephen- Fuck you! Robbie- Fuck me? Fuck you. (Pounding him even harder) Stephen- Oh my god. Fuck! Shit! Fuck me. Oh my god, fuck me. Harder. Robbie- Told ya. Robbie let go of Stephens hands and grabbed his waist as he pounded away at his ass. I was stroking my dick furiously when all of the sudden Zacharys dick was being inserted in my ass... Me- (Moans) Fuck! Zachary- Just relax. Couldnt pass up a second shot at this piece of ass. Me- A warning wouldve been nice. I hiked my leg up as he pressed deeper into me and started kissing me on the back of my neck. He even reached around and started stroking my dick for me as he stroked my hole. I didnt even know what to do with my own hands so i just held onto the couch while he gave me the wake up dick i did not expect at all. In front of me i was watching Stephen wine and moan as he was fucked into the floor all while Zachary was massaging my walls with his smooth strokes that were perfectly in rhythm while he stroked my meat. Across the room on the other couch Jason Momoa was face down with one of his legs hanging off the couch. Ray Fisher walked into the room looking over all of the naked bodies laying around on the floor and furniture with his big black dick rock hard swinging his legs. He glanced over at Robbie and Stephen and smirked. Once he looked and saw his Justice League costar asleep in a way that left his smooth meaty ass on full display and open for business he went straight for the prize. I was moaning at Zacharys strokes as Ray spit on his hand and covered his dick with it then mounted his costar. I swore i heard Jason grunt when Ray sunk his meat balls deep inside his sleeping ass. Though with the piece Ray was packing i wasnt surprised to see Jason waking up in almost no time. Given how much of an alpha male Jason is i wasnt expecting him to wake up moaning in pleasure the way he did..... Jason- Mmm. This is how you wake up a sex god. Ray- Figured you missed this dick. Jason- Like you didn't miss this ass. Ray- Good point. I could see Rays dick come out glistening in Jasons ass juices before he thrusted back in everytime. Watching Jason take a huge black dick between his perfectly round bronze asscheeks and he deep grunts and moaning combined with Stephen moaning like a bitch as Robbie has his face pressed into the floor as he pounds his tight ass relentlessly, all while Zachary slow stroked me was the perfect sight to bust a morning nut to... Me- Im about to cum! Zachary- Good. He started pumping my dick even faster as he stroke me faster as well. All of the noise we're making starting to wake up a few of the other guys, some of them even coming in from their rooms to watch the show. Watching everything was enough for me to send 5 straight shots right on the floor in front of me with a little spilling onto Zacharys hand. He pulled out and shot his load on my ass.... Zachary- Oh my god. That was the best ass I've had since.....well ever. Me- Thanks. You've got some good morning dick yourself back there. Zachary- You've clearly never had Cavil before. That man right there is packing probably the best dick in Hollywood right now. Me- Really? Zachary- When he didnt wanna film the Shazam! cameo I went to see him myself to talk him into it and he ended up talking me right outta my pants. Fucked me so good I was begging for him to film the cameo so he could have my ass while we were both in out supersuits. It was so hot, wanna see? I had Adam record it for me. Me- Sure lets take it into the other room. Im sure room service has already brought up the breakfast spread I ordered. I could find a seat on your lap and enjoy the video with my breakfast at the same time. Zachary- Sounds like fun to me. He lifted my legs, sat up under them, then picked me up bridal style as he stood up. As he carried me away Robbie was finally dumping his load into Stephen, who was heavily panting and moaning as sweat rolled down his face with cum oozing from his ass as Robbie took out his dick. Jason on the other hand was on his side with one leg on Rays shoulder moaning his deep heavy moans as Ray pounded away at Jasons meaty ass. I even caught a glimpse of Rays huge bubble butt as he fucked his Justice League costar with abandon... [Jordan Holloway POV] I woke up in the most comfortable California King bed I've ever slept on in my life. Which only made sense considering the crazy "super" night I had. Even though I've been acting since I was a kid this is my first time being at one of these all star orgies. Of course I've heard mumbles about them but being in one was such a different story. If I wasnt dating Keiynan I'd probably not even be here but I'm glad I am. He's so adorable and innocent looking couldn't believe he was even this freaky but after last night nothing can surprise me. He was practically oozing precum during the introduction, though I guess seeing a bunch of superhero actors dressed in pornstar super suit will do that to you. I was shocked to see the slutted up version of my costume as Painkiller they came up with; which was a black denim vest, black skinny jeans that were more like assless chaps with both the front and the back open for business, then a neon green g string underneath. It was so sexy though all that remains is the g string. I thought I'd wake up next to Keiynan and as I turned over I realized that I was only half right. Through a host of other body parts I could see his sleeping angelic face not too far from mine. I sat up in the bed as I took in the sight of the other mostly naked five grown ass men piled in the same bed like a high school sleepover. Jay Hernandez, covered in his tattoos from playing El Diablo, was laying with his head down by my feet and his feet near my torso. Next to him my Black Lightning co-star Cress Williams was laying the same way as Jay but flipped spooning David Ramsey. Til now i never noticed how nice of an ass Cress had, both him hm and Jay had some nice cakes. Right on the other side of my baby Keiynan, was Jai Courtney who's lilly white ass was clear as day on top of Keiynan while his torso was slumped off the other side. Just seeing that made me have a flashback of last night. When we first walking into the villa and changed into our costumes; me in my Painkiller getup and Keiynan in his leather Kid Flash costume that could tear off piece by piece with a red laced lingerie halterneck connected to matching socks with nothing else on, it was no time before we were both having our asses feasted on and dicks were swinging in front of our faces to suck on. Watching my boyfriend being used like a sex toy in front of me was such a turn on. I was cumming more because of that rather than from being used myself. With the highlights from last night reeling through my brain its no surprise my dick was rock hard right now. As I stroked my dick i began rubbing on Jays smooth ass cheeks and even down the surprisingly smooth ass crack to play with his hole. He moaned silently in his sleep which only urged me to keep applying pressure on his hole. Soon as i was about to start digging into his ass, my idol Will Smith wearing only his black tactical looking jockstrap walked past the open doorway giving me a glimpse at the legendary bubble butt I've jerked off fantasizing about for YEARS. Last night was the night for doppleganger fucks but today is a free reign fuck fest and i know who's first on my list. Without hesitation I hopped outta bed and practically ran after him. As i exited the room i could only see his jiggling ass cheeks as he rounded the corner from the front living room into the foyer. Again i trailed right behind him even getting a show on the way with Ray Fisher fucking Jason Momoa on the couch right in front of me and Stephen Amell making out with his cousin Robbie on the floor. Once i made it into the foyer I was practically frozen in my tracks. The lone tall table was gone and now a huge dining table was there with the biggest breakfast spread I've ever seen in my life. A few of the guys were already eating; Rick Gonzales had Nick Zano sitting on his lap as they fed each other breakfast, Zachary Levi was doing the same with Chris Wood sitting next to him, Adam Brody sat alone devouring his food, Brandon Routh and Chris Pine sat next to each other one had on their utensils the other underneath the table, and right in front of me was Will standing up making a plate with his ass on full display in front of me. I was mesmerized by the plump round meat mounds in front of me. The thin thong lines were practically swallowed by his juicy rear. I licked my lips without even noticing... Will- You just gon stand there and look or are you gonna dig in? Me- Don't mind if do. Not realizing he was talking about the food, i knelt behind him and parted his cheeks then dove in tongue first getting a sweet salty taste of cum along with the musk of Philly greatness that was my idol. Initially i felt him flinch at the contact before relaxing into it and bending over on the table while spreading his legs.... Will- Damn boy. I was talking about you getting some of this good breakfast here but.....WHOOOOO DAYUM KID. You must've been dreaming bout this ass or sumn. Chris- Kids gotta appetite on him. Will- I see. Little fucker won't even let me eat first. But i am not complaining Nick- I wouldn't either. Kids got skills. Will- Boy who you telling. The guys at the table kept it up while i slurped and sucked at the hole I've fantasized about for years. Nothing else matter but pleasing the god of a man in front of me. When i slid my finger in with my tongue his hole latched on to it pulling it deeper. I was so focused on the new sensation it was almost startling when i heard my bf's voice... Keiynan- Well i see your already having a good morning. Me- (Still fingering Will) A great one. Keiynan- (Kneeling next to him) I see you finally got your wish. Me- Yup. Wanna taste? Keiynan- Mmm sure. I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly shoving my tongue down his throat. He grabbed my dick and jerked it as we made out. While i added a finger into Will and stroked his hole with one hand, i reached behind Keiynan with my other hand and began toying with his hole. It wasnt before long i had my boyfriend bucking his hips back onto my fingers with my lips and tongue working my dick while Will held one leg on the table as i worked his hole with three fingers while slurping all over his balls and leaking man meat... Rick- I didn't know we'd get a show with breakfast. Nick- Me either but it sure is hot. Chris- Agreed. Keiynan was sucking me so hard i wanted to cum but first i had to see if my idol would let me fulfill my treated desire.... Me- Excuse me Mr. Smith? Will- I think you can call me Will after you've snacked on my ass kid. Me- Well Will can I fuck you? Will- Im surprised you asked first. I expected you to already be stuffing me balls deep by now. Me- Sorry to disappoint. Will- Boy please i haven't been disappointed since i walked in last night. Now get this ass so i can get my grub on. Keiynan- (In my ear) Do him on his back so you can watch ride his dick babe. Me- You're such a damn freak and i fucking love it babe. Keiynan- I love you. Me- I love you even more. We both kissed as we stood up. I made Will flip on his back before throwing his legs on my shoulders and sliding my dick right into him. As he moaned Keiynan hopped up and straddled him right on the table... Keiynan- Since you're taking my boyfriends dick, can i ride yours? Will- Fuck yea. I watched them kiss and took Wills phat hard dick and slapped it on Keiynans hole. Without breaking their kiss Keiynan reached back and spread his soft cheeks presenting his pretty pink hole to me. Both he and Will moaned through their kiss as I pressed Wills dick inside my tight boyfriend. The sight of Keiynans ass swallowing a dick that's not mine turned me on a lot more than I could've guessed. The way he leaned forward to kiss Will allowed me the perfect view of Wills dick digging into the tight ass I've tasted and fucked so many times before. Then then lips of his hole would clinch around the dick and were pulled at as he withdrew his dick slick with Keiynans ass juices. I could almost feel my own dick getting even harder inside Will as i fucked into his moist asshole. Around the table it was no surprise everyone got turned on immediately by the show we were putting on. Nick was no longer on Ricks lap but instead on his knees under the table with Rick using both hands to hold Nicks head in place as he practically chokes him with his dick. Chris Pine was riding Zachary reverse cowgirl style while Zach strokes Chris' hard dick. Brandon Routh had Adam sucking his dick as he knelt in a chair having his ass ate by Chris Wood. Then behind me i felt a presence standing there but being balls deep inside my idol had a special way of hypnotizing me. I didnt realize what happened until the painful filling of my ass hit me... Idris- Just relax young blood. It'll only hurt if you fight it I couldn't even muster up any words at the moment with the huge dick making its way inside me. Idris held my hips in place while he slowly drove his monster meat inside me. Keiynan doesn't care to top too often and Cress wasn't the type to always try to squeeze in a quickie between takes so bottoming isnt something i do too often so it always takes awhile to get used to the pain and considering the piece of pipe he's packing its gonna be a while. [Third Person POV] While Idris was burying his meat into Jordan at the breakfast table, the action on the balcony was heating up. Once he finally had enough, Ezra stopped choking Tyler with his monster meat and filled him with it instead. After taking Henry the night before Tylers walls were pretty lose so taking Ezra wasnt as painful as it would've been but instead felt like a rough massage to the walls of his ass and the rim of his puckered hole. Still it didn't stop him moaning and screaming out Ezras name and pleading with him to go slow and be gentle but Ezra being the dom he is ignored him and slapped him on his ass hard.... Ezra- Shut the fuck up and take it slut. You know you love the way I'm owning this ass. In his head Tyler knew Ezra wasnt lying, he was LOVING the way Ezra held onto his hips hard enough to leave a bruise, with his bony hairless pelvis crashing against his firm yet juicy ass cheeks as he rammed his huge dick inside him hitting his spot with every stroke. Tyler was even shocked by how long Ezra kept it up but little did he know every moan and scream turned Ezra on even more giving him more stamina that he expected. After awhile Ben Affleck came out to the balcony and walled straight over to Tyler... Ben- Dammit Ezra you couldn't have used a ballgag for this bitch? Ezra- Oh come on. You know i get off on hearing you all whine while I'm inside you. Or did you already forget our Justice League set fun? Ben- How could I, they practically moved your trailer off site just to keep the mics from picking up on all the noise. Ezra- Good times. Ben- Well some of the more worn out guys are still sleeping off the exhaustion from being used so I've gotta shut him up. Ezra- Im not stopping you. With that Ben sat down right in front of Tyler and shoved his dick down his throat. While Tylers moans were now muffled by the dick in his mouth, Ezra began to speed up his strokes. In the nearby lawn chair, Henry Cavil was still on his stomach moaning up a storm but instead of Jareds tongue he was taking his eggplant of a penis balls deep into his chiseled ass. Jared was also known for having a huge piece so much so that guys were scared to take it which led to Jared being more of a bottom than a top in bed but when he did find a willing and waiting hole he went crazy. Henry just took it like the man of steel he portrayed onscreen and moaned in pleasure, begging for Jared to fuck his ass. Henry, just like Tyler, was so loud he woke another one of the men in the next room. Manu Bennett wasted no time plopping down in front of Henry and forcing his brick hard man meat directly into his mouth... Jared- Thanks for shutting him up. Maybe after this you stuff me with that. Manu- Mmm sounds like fun. Maybe I'll have a go after my new best friend gets done with you. Jared- What? And without warning Jared felt the sweet familiar sensation of having his most private hole filled with a hard dick, moaning out in pleasure sinking deep i into Henry causing him to moan loudly on Manus dick... Jared- (Moaning over his shoulder looking Joe Manganiello in the face) Well hello there friend. Joe didn't say a word he just grabbed him by his neck and roughly shoved his tongue down as he stroked his hole with abandon. Jared found himself in heaven with Joe hitting his spot with every stroke while Henrys tight ass practically massaged his did with his walls. Henry himself couldnt believe he found himself oozing precum as he enjoyed the humongous cock buried inside me stretching him to new limits. He even enjoyed the sweet and salty precum he was sucking from Manu, who was sitting just riding so that his hairy hole was available for Henry to play with. Manu smiled down at Henry as they locked eyes for a moment. Henry sunk two fingers right down to the knuckle and wiggled them making Manu moan out loud. So much so the rest of the sleeping men inside woke up horny and ready to go. Jai Courtney and Jay Hernandez walked into the back room to find Grant Gustin asleep face down on the couch with his nice bare ass perfectly on display.... Jay- Rock, Paper, Scissors? Jai- Your on. Loser goes 2nd? Jay- Of course. The two played their game both of them choosing rock twice, and their dicks getting harder each time. The third time Jai ended up the winner and even demanded Jay to get his dick wet first, which he gladly obliged. They both rounded the couch and stood over Grants slim sleeping frame. Jay spread open Grants cheeks revealing his pink hole covered in dried cum... Jai- Should slide right in. Jai dropped one of Grants legs to the floor and climbed over top of him. Once he lined himself up he slid right in with no problem... Jai- Whoo. He got fucked really good last night. Jay- Who didnt? Jai- Me. Felt like big daddy power top of the night. Jay- Oh really? Jai- Fuck yea. Damn this ass is fucking perfect. As Jai lost himself inside Grant, Jay slowly worked his way behind Jai and stroked his dick coating it in some of the lube he grabbed off of the table nearby. As Jai fucked away at his ass, Grant begin to moan as he slowly awoke think Ezra was waking him up the same way he put him to sleep. On the set of The Flash he wasnt normally the bottom unless it was during the crossovers when Stephen would appear then he was being passed around between Stephen and David all night. But last night was insane. When he got the invite and learned he'd be getting matched with the movie version of The Flash he instantly assumed hed make Ezra his bitch and have his dick sucking lips wrapped around his meat in no time. When Ezra grabbed him by then neck and jammed his tongue down his throat before wrestling him to the ground and beating his enormous dick on Grants face until he opened his mouth and swallowed his dick, Grant was so shocked he couldnt think of a proper reaction until he was already entranced with the idea of being dominated by his movie doppleganger. Now as he awoke in the exact same state he fell asleep in, he could feel the difference inside him. Still being used like a sex toy turned him on in ways he never knew he liked. He propped his free leg up as high as he could to get more of the dick filling him up. Jai noticed Grant waking up and leaned down to get deeper inside him, unknowingly opening his own ass up revealing his hairless hole to Jay who was ready to pounce... Jai- You have one of the best asses I've ever fucked. I swear im gonn...OH MY GOD!!! Jai was not expecting the sudden fullness he was experiencing. It made him lose his breath and his train of thought having a dick slide into him balls deep without a warning. Jay just held him down with both hands pressing him face to face with Grant as he starting rocking back and forth stroking his tight ass... Jay- Sounds like big daddy likes being treated like a little bitch. Hoe bout i make you mine, huh? Jai- OH FUCK!!! Grant just moaned in pleasure as Jai whined in his ear about the feeling of having his hole jammed full with dick. Jay on the other hand just enjoyed the sweet tightness of a virgin hole around his dick as he stroked in and out, making Jai curse and scream out his newfound pleasures. Over on the bed, Cameron found himself with a Batman actor pleasuring him everywhere. David was fucking his face while Robert rode his dick like a pro and held his legs wide open for Christian who was fucking Cameron and sinking a few fingers inside Roberts ass along with Cameron dick. Jovian Wade even found a place between them standing right where Robert can suck his dick and David can feast on his slightly hairy hole. The erotic fuck fest continued throughout the day between lunch, naps, showers, there wasnt a moment that someone wasnt having their asses fucked or throats used. At on point in the night Jason and Nick talked everyone into the wild idea of letting one of the bell boys video us in a "fucking line". It started with Grant his stomach in the living room, with Stephen laying down buried inside him, Robbie insisted on being inside Stephen and having Rick inside him, Rick was filled by Keiynan who wanted no one other than his boo Jordan inside him, Cameron found himself loving Jordans tight muscled ass and his costar Davids still growing cock inside him, David found himself stretched open by Jovian who was taking Manus huge piece in his ass, Cress was inside Manu while taking David R. balls deep, behind him Nick was in heaven gripping his meaty ass cheeks while fucking him and back up on to Tylers dick who found himself impaled on Chris Woods' wood, who was taking Chris Pines dick as Chris was being fucked and having his neck kissed by Adam Brody who had Brandon Routh smacking his ass as he fucked his hole, while Zachary piped down Brandon, Zachary was being fucked hard by Jai, and Jay was once again fucking Jai hard as he could while taking Joe in his own tight hole, with Joe taking Will who had his favorite Suicide Squad costar Jared fucking him, while Jared had Christian inside him who was taking Rays monster, while Ben was buried inside Ray, Robert was buried inside Ben, and Robert was whining with Ezra inside him, who was barely holding it together being filled by Henry, who had Jason inside him, amd Jason was moaning louder than anyone taking Idris who was pounding into him balls deep at the back of the line. It was a crazy idea but totally hot as shit. The guys were so lost in each other they almost didnt here the faint sound of the music playing on a loud speaking in the foyer. It wasnt until the bellhop left the room that they heard the music that became clear to them as the Avengers theme music. All the men quickly made their way into the foyer finding nothing but Captain America actor Chris Evans in a white bathroom standing in front of the opened door... Jason- Whats this? Henry- Looks like a toy from Marvel to pass around. Ben- Well Chris, here to see how many DC dicks it'll take to get you on our team? Chris didnt say anything he just smirked at them and looked over all the horny naked men in front of him, trying to decide who he would go after first. He almost got lost in the sea of men that he nearly missed his que as the music stopped... Chris- AVENGERS!!! The rest of the men were shocked to see a host of the actors from Marvel enter the suit all donning the same quantum suit inspired robe as Chirs with their Marvel music playing like a score as they lined up across from the DC actors in a straight line like their heros in Endgame. Then again the music stopped and their leader spoke.... Chris- ....assemble. [Tyler POV] Chris is a fucking party planning genius. I didn't expect this to turn into this. When Evans yelled assemble and the robes dropped revealing them all in sluttied version of their hero costumes i practically began leaking precum taking in the sights. Down the line: Chris Evans was in a blue jockstrap with a star on it, Chris Hemsworth was clad in a silver pair of spandex briefs with a hammer on the crotch with a lightning light up zip on the front and back, Chris Pratt had on a sock it thong that had his Starlord mask on, Hugh Jackman wear yellow and blue leather briefs the had three vertical zippers on the front and back, Ryan Reynolds wore his entire Deadpool suit with everything from the waist to his upper thigh cut off and replaced with only a black lace thong and suspenders connecting the bottoms to the top, Sebastian Stan had his Bucky wig stitched on and a back thong with a red star on the crotch, Anthony Mackie had on a pair of briefs that were a thong in the back revealing his huge ass cheeks and an open front with pieces shaped like wings that could alternate between covering the front and the back, Chadwick Boseman stood wearing a shorter version of the costume he wore for the fights for the throne of Wakanda in Black Panther the cloth only went down half the lenght of his ass leaving his lower ass exposed and his the head of his thick cock dangling just below the cloth, Micheal B Jordan wore a gold c string that barely contained his growing cock, while Winston Duke wore a sock it thong covered in white fur, Tom Holland had on the cutest Spider-Man faced thong that had the face only on the crotch and a mesh web like fabric everywhere else, Jake Gyllenhaal was in gold and green jockstrap, Bradley Cooper only wore a grey furry thong, Dave Bautista was in fully Drax makeup with only a black pair of briefs, Vin Diesal wore a brown sock it thong, Charlie Cox was blind folded in a red jockstrap, Mike Colter wore bright yellow spandex briefs, Jon Berthnal had a skull on the crotch of his black lace thongs, and Henry Simmons wore a black jockstrap that looked more like a tactical belt. I was ready to burst just looking at them.... END OF CHAPTER 2....HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED THIS MIDDLE CHAPTER....ALSO DONT FORGET TO SEND ANY AND ALL FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW WHO'D WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE TOGETHER IN THIS THIRD AND FINAL CHAPTER....AND DONT FORGET TO DONATE TO NIFTY WHENEVER YOU CAN GUYS | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2019 19:16:20 -0400
From: Devyn Davis <[email protected]>
Subject: Elseworld Orgy Ch 2
100% FICTION WHERE DC TV ACTORS MEET WITH DCEU ACTORS. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!
In case you need to search the actors:
[Henry Cavil/Tyler Hoechlin, Ben Affleck/Christian Bale/Robert
Pattinson/David Mazouz, Ezra Miller/Grant Gustin, Ray Fisher/Joivan Wade,
Jared Leto/Cameron Monaghan, Will Smith/Idris Elba, Joe Manganiello/Manu
Bennett, oddballs Jason Momoa, Zachary Levi, Adam Brody, Robbie Amell,
Keiynan Lionsdale, Jai Courtney, Stephen Amell, Chris Pine, Rick Gonzales,
Nick Zano, Jay Hernandez, Chris Wood, Cress Williams, Brandon Routh, David
Ramsey, and Jordan Halloway]
Ch. 2:
[Tyler Hoechlin POV]
When i woke up i was shocked to find myself still buried inside Henry's
tight ass with my cum from last night still inside him from the night
before. Then i felt the familiar feeling of a tongue in my ass lapping away
at Henry's load from last night. Looking over my shoulder it was no suprise
to find Jared Leto parting my ass cheeks with his hands while licking and
sucking all the cum from my ass....
Me- (Moaning) Uhhhhh mmmmmm, fuck is that how you say good morning?
Jared- Its how i keep my promise. Plus i love eating cum from holes.
Me- Well after your done with me you can give Cavil here a good cleaning.
Jared- My pleasure. After im done with you of course.
Me- Can't argue with that.
I could feel my dick starting to get hard inside of Henrys tight ass,
adding to the pleasure of Jared feasting on my ass. Damn was it the best
way I've ever been woken up too. Henry was still fast asleep despite me
laying on him with my hard dick buried inside him. I was practically
fucking him as i rocked my ass back riding Jareds tongue. It all felt so
good i was moaning loud enough to draw is some expected attention....
Ezra- Well now i see what all this noise is.
Me- (In between moans) Sorry..uhhhh...i tried to keep
it....ooooohhhhh.....down.
Ezra- Trust me i know how hard it is to be quiet while Jareds working that
tongue. Besides I've been woken up by worse. Im just tryna decide do i want
to bury this dick down your throat or in Jareds ass
Me- (MOANS LOUDLY) FUCK!!!
Jared sinking his tongue deep into my ass hitting mt spot made me bury my
dick deep into Henry and screaming out dumping another load into him. While
i was still screaming Ezra buried his huge dick down my throat. Initially i
tried to push him out but Ezra being the dominate person he was he my head
in place allowing my throat to adjust to his thick member before stroking
my mouth. My screaming mustve woke up Henry who started to slide his way
back from beneath me...
Henry- You all could've at least let him off of me first.
Jared- But then i would've missed this perfect opportunity.
Henry- And whats that?
Jared- Your perfectly sculpted ass on full display and your hole dripping
with fresh cum. Its truly a sight to behold
I could hear Jared slap Henry on his ass before diving in to eat both my
loads out of Henry. Henry even moaned at Jareds skills beneath me causing
me to get turned on again. Ezra was staring me directly in the eyes
coaching me on how to relax to take more of his dick. I know Henry was
packing but Ezra had the length plus freakish girth but the more he stroked
the more i was able to take until eventually i had his entire monster meat
buried in my throat with his pubes in my face....
Ezra- Good boy. Now im gonna take you for a walk over to the jacuzzi and my
dick is gonna remain in your mouth the entire time, do you understand?
All i could do was nod....
Ezra- Great now let's go.
As he started walking backwards towards the jacuzzi i crawled off off Henry
leaving him a writhing moaning mess with Jared and his wicked tongue as the
cause of it all. I kept my lips closed tight around Erzas huge dick as we
led me on my knees over to the pool staring me in the eyes the entire way.
The look in his eyes had me fixed on them. It was like his dominance was
seeping through his gaze and damn did it have me hard as a rock....
Ezra- Ooouuu look at you with those super sexy blue eyes. If i had my phone
id take a pictures just so you can see how gorgeous you look with those
eyes and those plump pink lips around my dick. Dont worry ill find another
dick to replace when i decide to ram this monster between those meaty ass
cheeks straight in your hole.
His dirty talk was turning me on even more. Once we finally reached the
jacuzzi he stepped down into it as i crawled down the stair keeping as much
of his dick in my mouth as i could. He sat right next to the stairs and i
was able to kneel on the seat in front of him and start bobbing up and down
swallowing his dick over and over again as he moaned loudly gripping the
back of my head giving to fuck my throat. Fuck was this a hell of a way to
wake up...
[Chris Wood POV]
Man last night was more fun than i imagined. I didnt get to fuck Tylers
perfect ass but i did get a turn to help break Stephen Amells virgin ass
in. Even now i can still hear his whiny moans in my head as Rick had Robbie
Amell riding him right next to me and rammed my dick in his hole doggystyle
on the couch. His ass was so good i didnt even bother to pull out instead i
just dumped my load right into him. I was waking up on the couch in the
living room and of course i wasnt waking up alone. Right behind me Zachary
Levi was spooning me with his morning wood pressed firmly into my ass. On
the floor in front of me Robbie Amell had his cousin Stephen laying on his
stomach legs spread eagle and fingering his hole as he slept. He took the
finger from Stephens ass and i almost screamed out when i watched him take
my cum from his cousins ass and suck it clean off of his finger....
Me- Thats hot.
Robbie- (Jumping in shock at my voice) Shit! I thought i was the only one
woke.
Me- Thought you could slide in some early morning incest?
Robbie- Hey you try growing up with this asshole for a big cousin.
Literally everytime we were alone he was shoving his dick either down my
throat or up my ass. Last night when Rick bitched him out it was the best
shit ever. Now i get to wake him up with a reminder of his new place now.
Me- Whats that?
Robbie- (Sliding his dick inside Stephens ass) On bottom.
I stroked my dick right there as i watched Robbie fuck his sleeping cousin.
It was totally hot watching him practically do pushups and pounding his
hole. After about 5mins, Stephen started to let out low moans everytime the
dick went inside him. Robbie grabbed Stephens hands and held them above his
head as he started to fuck him harder waking him up. As Stephen woke up he
tried to push Robbie off of him inbetween moans but with each thrust Robbie
went deeper and he was starting to like it....
Stephen- I swear to god if you dont get your dick outta me Robbie....
Robbie- You sure you want me to take it out? Sounds to me like you like
having your little cousin fuck you like a whore.
Stephen- Take it out! Stop.
Robbie- You mean "Dont stop"? Come on cuz. Its ok to like a little dick
every now and then.
Stephen- Fuck you!
Robbie- Fuck me? Fuck you. (Pounding him even harder)
Stephen- Oh my god. Fuck! Shit! Fuck me. Oh my god, fuck me. Harder.
Robbie- Told ya.
Robbie let go of Stephens hands and grabbed his waist as he pounded away at
his ass. I was stroking my dick furiously when all of the sudden Zacharys
dick was being inserted in my ass...
Me- (Moans) Fuck!
Zachary- Just relax. Couldnt pass up a second shot at this piece of ass.
Me- A warning wouldve been nice.
I hiked my leg up as he pressed deeper into me and started kissing me on
the back of my neck. He even reached around and started stroking my dick
for me as he stroked my hole. I didnt even know what to do with my own
hands so i just held onto the couch while he gave me the wake up dick i did
not expect at all. In front of me i was watching Stephen wine and moan as
he was fucked into the floor all while Zachary was massaging my walls with
his smooth strokes that were perfectly in rhythm while he stroked my meat.
Across the room on the other couch Jason Momoa was face down with one of
his legs hanging off the couch. Ray Fisher walked into the room looking
over all of the naked bodies laying around on the floor and furniture with
his big black dick rock hard swinging his legs. He glanced over at Robbie
and Stephen and smirked. Once he looked and saw his Justice League costar
asleep in a way that left his smooth meaty ass on full display and open for
business he went straight for the prize. I was moaning at Zacharys strokes
as Ray spit on his hand and covered his dick with it then mounted his
costar. I swore i heard Jason grunt when Ray sunk his meat balls deep
inside his sleeping ass. Though with the piece Ray was packing i wasnt
surprised to see Jason waking up in almost no time. Given how much of an
alpha male Jason is i wasnt expecting him to wake up moaning in pleasure
the way he did.....
Jason- Mmm. This is how you wake up a sex god.
Ray- Figured you missed this dick.
Jason- Like you didn't miss this ass.
Ray- Good point.
I could see Rays dick come out glistening in Jasons ass juices before he
thrusted back in everytime. Watching Jason take a huge black dick between
his perfectly round bronze asscheeks and he deep grunts and moaning
combined with Stephen moaning like a bitch as Robbie has his face pressed
into the floor as he pounds his tight ass relentlessly, all while Zachary
slow stroked me was the perfect sight to bust a morning nut to...
Me- Im about to cum!
Zachary- Good.
He started pumping my dick even faster as he stroke me faster as well. All
of the noise we're making starting to wake up a few of the other guys, some
of them even coming in from their rooms to watch the show. Watching
everything was enough for me to send 5 straight shots right on the floor in
front of me with a little spilling onto Zacharys hand. He pulled out and
shot his load on my ass....
Zachary- Oh my god. That was the best ass I've had since.....well ever.
Me- Thanks. You've got some good morning dick yourself back there.
Zachary- You've clearly never had Cavil before. That man right there is
packing probably the best dick in Hollywood right now.
Me- Really?
Zachary- When he didnt wanna film the Shazam! cameo I went to see him
myself to talk him into it and he ended up talking me right outta my pants.
Fucked me so good I was begging for him to film the cameo so he could have
my ass while we were both in out supersuits. It was so hot, wanna see? I
had Adam record it for me.
Me- Sure lets take it into the other room. Im sure room service has already
brought up the breakfast spread I ordered. I could find a seat on your lap
and enjoy the video with my breakfast at the same time.
Zachary- Sounds like fun to me.
He lifted my legs, sat up under them, then picked me up bridal style as he
stood up. As he carried me away Robbie was finally dumping his load into
Stephen, who was heavily panting and moaning as sweat rolled down his face
with cum oozing from his ass as Robbie took out his dick. Jason on the
other hand was on his side with one leg on Rays shoulder moaning his deep
heavy moans as Ray pounded away at Jasons meaty ass. I even caught a
glimpse of Rays huge bubble butt as he fucked his Justice League costar
with abandon...
[Jordan Holloway POV]
I woke up in the most comfortable California King bed I've ever slept on in
my life. Which only made sense considering the crazy "super" night I had.
Even though I've been acting since I was a kid this is my first time being
at one of these all star orgies. Of course I've heard mumbles about them
but being in one was such a different story. If I wasnt dating Keiynan I'd
probably not even be here but I'm glad I am. He's so adorable and innocent
looking couldn't believe he was even this freaky but after last night
nothing can surprise me. He was practically oozing precum during the
introduction, though I guess seeing a bunch of superhero actors dressed in
pornstar super suit will do that to you. I was shocked to see the slutted
up version of my costume as Painkiller they came up with; which was a black
denim vest, black skinny jeans that were more like assless chaps with both
the front and the back open for business, then a neon green g string
underneath. It was so sexy though all that remains is the g string. I
thought I'd wake up next to Keiynan and as I turned over I realized that I
was only half right. Through a host of other body parts I could see his
sleeping angelic face not too far from mine. I sat up in the bed as I took
in the sight of the other mostly naked five grown ass men piled in the same
bed like a high school sleepover. Jay Hernandez, covered in his tattoos
from playing El Diablo, was laying with his head down by my feet and his
feet near my torso. Next to him my Black Lightning co-star Cress Williams
was laying the same way as Jay but flipped spooning David Ramsey. Til now i
never noticed how nice of an ass Cress had, both him hm and Jay had some
nice cakes. Right on the other side of my baby Keiynan, was Jai Courtney
who's lilly white ass was clear as day on top of Keiynan while his torso
was slumped off the other side. Just seeing that made me have a flashback
of last night. When we first walking into the villa and changed into our
costumes; me in my Painkiller getup and Keiynan in his leather Kid Flash
costume that could tear off piece by piece with a red laced lingerie
halterneck connected to matching socks with nothing else on, it was no time
before we were both having our asses feasted on and dicks were swinging in
front of our faces to suck on. Watching my boyfriend being used like a sex
toy in front of me was such a turn on. I was cumming more because of that
rather than from being used myself. With the highlights from last night
reeling through my brain its no surprise my dick was rock hard right now.
As I stroked my dick i began rubbing on Jays smooth ass cheeks and even
down the surprisingly smooth ass crack to play with his hole. He moaned
silently in his sleep which only urged me to keep applying pressure on his
hole. Soon as i was about to start digging into his ass, my idol Will Smith
wearing only his black tactical looking jockstrap walked past the open
doorway giving me a glimpse at the legendary bubble butt I've jerked off
fantasizing about for YEARS. Last night was the night for doppleganger
fucks but today is a free reign fuck fest and i know who's first on my
list. Without hesitation I hopped outta bed and practically ran after him.
As i exited the room i could only see his jiggling ass cheeks as he rounded
the corner from the front living room into the foyer. Again i trailed right
behind him even getting a show on the way with Ray Fisher fucking Jason
Momoa on the couch right in front of me and Stephen Amell making out with
his cousin Robbie on the floor. Once i made it into the foyer I was
practically frozen in my tracks. The lone tall table was gone and now a
huge dining table was there with the biggest breakfast spread I've ever
seen in my life. A few of the guys were already eating; Rick Gonzales had
Nick Zano sitting on his lap as they fed each other breakfast, Zachary Levi
was doing the same with Chris Wood sitting next to him, Adam Brody sat
alone devouring his food, Brandon Routh and Chris Pine sat next to each
other one had on their utensils the other underneath the table, and right
in front of me was Will standing up making a plate with his ass on full
display in front of me. I was mesmerized by the plump round meat mounds in
front of me. The thin thong lines were practically swallowed by his juicy
rear. I licked my lips without even noticing...
Will- You just gon stand there and look or are you gonna dig in?
Me- Don't mind if do.
Not realizing he was talking about the food, i knelt behind him and parted
his cheeks then dove in tongue first getting a sweet salty taste of cum
along with the musk of Philly greatness that was my idol. Initially i felt
him flinch at the contact before relaxing into it and bending over on the
table while spreading his legs....
Will- Damn boy. I was talking about you getting some of this good breakfast
here but.....WHOOOOO DAYUM KID. You must've been dreaming bout this ass or
sumn.
Chris- Kids gotta appetite on him.
Will- I see. Little fucker won't even let me eat first. But i am not
complaining
Nick- I wouldn't either. Kids got skills.
Will- Boy who you telling.
The guys at the table kept it up while i slurped and sucked at the hole
I've fantasized about for years. Nothing else matter but pleasing the god
of a man in front of me. When i slid my finger in with my tongue his hole
latched on to it pulling it deeper. I was so focused on the new sensation
it was almost startling when i heard my bf's voice...
Keiynan- Well i see your already having a good morning.
Me- (Still fingering Will) A great one.
Keiynan- (Kneeling next to him) I see you finally got your wish.
Me- Yup. Wanna taste?
Keiynan- Mmm sure.
I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly shoving my tongue down his
throat. He grabbed my dick and jerked it as we made out. While i added a
finger into Will and stroked his hole with one hand, i reached behind
Keiynan with my other hand and began toying with his hole. It wasnt before
long i had my boyfriend bucking his hips back onto my fingers with my lips
and tongue working my dick while Will held one leg on the table as i worked
his hole with three fingers while slurping all over his balls and leaking
man meat...
Rick- I didn't know we'd get a show with breakfast.
Nick- Me either but it sure is hot.
Chris- Agreed.
Keiynan was sucking me so hard i wanted to cum but first i had to see if my
idol would let me fulfill my treated desire....
Me- Excuse me Mr. Smith?
Will- I think you can call me Will after you've snacked on my ass kid.
Me- Well Will can I fuck you?
Will- Im surprised you asked first. I expected you to already be stuffing
me balls deep by now.
Me- Sorry to disappoint.
Will- Boy please i haven't been disappointed since i walked in last night.
Now get this ass so i can get my grub on.
Keiynan- (In my ear) Do him on his back so you can watch ride his dick babe.
Me- You're such a damn freak and i fucking love it babe.
Keiynan- I love you.
Me- I love you even more.
We both kissed as we stood up. I made Will flip on his back before throwing
his legs on my shoulders and sliding my dick right into him. As he moaned
Keiynan hopped up and straddled him right on the table...
Keiynan- Since you're taking my boyfriends dick, can i ride yours?
Will- Fuck yea.
I watched them kiss and took Wills phat hard dick and slapped it on
Keiynans hole. Without breaking their kiss Keiynan reached back and spread
his soft cheeks presenting his pretty pink hole to me. Both he and Will
moaned through their kiss as I pressed Wills dick inside my tight
boyfriend. The sight of Keiynans ass swallowing a dick that's not mine
turned me on a lot more than I could've guessed. The way he leaned forward
to kiss Will allowed me the perfect view of Wills dick digging into the
tight ass I've tasted and fucked so many times before. Then then lips of
his hole would clinch around the dick and were pulled at as he withdrew his
dick slick with Keiynans ass juices. I could almost feel my own dick
getting even harder inside Will as i fucked into his moist asshole. Around
the table it was no surprise everyone got turned on immediately by the show
we were putting on. Nick was no longer on Ricks lap but instead on his
knees under the table with Rick using both hands to hold Nicks head in
place as he practically chokes him with his dick. Chris Pine was riding
Zachary reverse cowgirl style while Zach strokes Chris' hard dick. Brandon
Routh had Adam sucking his dick as he knelt in a chair having his ass ate
by Chris Wood. Then behind me i felt a presence standing there but being
balls deep inside my idol had a special way of hypnotizing me. I didnt
realize what happened until the painful filling of my ass hit me...
Idris- Just relax young blood. It'll only hurt if you fight it
I couldn't even muster up any words at the moment with the huge dick making
its way inside me. Idris held my hips in place while he slowly drove his
monster meat inside me. Keiynan doesn't care to top too often and Cress
wasn't the type to always try to squeeze in a quickie between takes so
bottoming isnt something i do too often so it always takes awhile to get
used to the pain and considering the piece of pipe he's packing its gonna
be a while.
[Third Person POV]
While Idris was burying his meat into Jordan at the breakfast table, the
action on the balcony was heating up. Once he finally had enough, Ezra
stopped choking Tyler with his monster meat and filled him with it instead.
After taking Henry the night before Tylers walls were pretty lose so taking
Ezra wasnt as painful as it would've been but instead felt like a rough
massage to the walls of his ass and the rim of his puckered hole. Still it
didn't stop him moaning and screaming out Ezras name and pleading with him
to go slow and be gentle but Ezra being the dom he is ignored him and
slapped him on his ass hard....
Ezra- Shut the fuck up and take it slut. You know you love the way I'm
owning this ass.
In his head Tyler knew Ezra wasnt lying, he was LOVING the way Ezra held
onto his hips hard enough to leave a bruise, with his bony hairless pelvis
crashing against his firm yet juicy ass cheeks as he rammed his huge dick
inside him hitting his spot with every stroke. Tyler was even shocked by
how long Ezra kept it up but little did he know every moan and scream
turned Ezra on even more giving him more stamina that he expected. After
awhile Ben Affleck came out to the balcony and walled straight over to
Tyler...
Ben- Dammit Ezra you couldn't have used a ballgag for this bitch?
Ezra- Oh come on. You know i get off on hearing you all whine while I'm
inside you. Or did you already forget our Justice League set fun?
Ben- How could I, they practically moved your trailer off site just to keep
the mics from picking up on all the noise.
Ezra- Good times.
Ben- Well some of the more worn out guys are still sleeping off the
exhaustion from being used so I've gotta shut him up.
Ezra- Im not stopping you.
With that Ben sat down right in front of Tyler and shoved his dick down his
throat. While Tylers moans were now muffled by the dick in his mouth, Ezra
began to speed up his strokes. In the nearby lawn chair, Henry Cavil was
still on his stomach moaning up a storm but instead of Jareds tongue he was
taking his eggplant of a penis balls deep into his chiseled ass. Jared was
also known for having a huge piece so much so that guys were scared to take
it which led to Jared being more of a bottom than a top in bed but when he
did find a willing and waiting hole he went crazy. Henry just took it like
the man of steel he portrayed onscreen and moaned in pleasure, begging for
Jared to fuck his ass. Henry, just like Tyler, was so loud he woke another
one of the men in the next room. Manu Bennett wasted no time plopping down
in front of Henry and forcing his brick hard man meat directly into his
mouth...
Jared- Thanks for shutting him up. Maybe after this you stuff me with that.
Manu- Mmm sounds like fun. Maybe I'll have a go after my new best friend
gets done with you.
Jared- What?
And without warning Jared felt the sweet familiar sensation of having his
most private hole filled with a hard dick, moaning out in pleasure sinking
deep i into Henry causing him to moan loudly on Manus dick...
Jared- (Moaning over his shoulder looking Joe Manganiello in the face) Well
hello there friend.
Joe didn't say a word he just grabbed him by his neck and roughly shoved
his tongue down as he stroked his hole with abandon. Jared found himself in
heaven with Joe hitting his spot with every stroke while Henrys tight ass
practically massaged his did with his walls. Henry himself couldnt believe
he found himself oozing precum as he enjoyed the humongous cock buried
inside me stretching him to new limits. He even enjoyed the sweet and salty
precum he was sucking from Manu, who was sitting just riding so that his
hairy hole was available for Henry to play with. Manu smiled down at Henry
as they locked eyes for a moment. Henry sunk two fingers right down to the
knuckle and wiggled them making Manu moan out loud. So much so the rest of
the sleeping men inside woke up horny and ready to go. Jai Courtney and Jay
Hernandez walked into the back room to find Grant Gustin asleep face down
on the couch with his nice bare ass perfectly on display....
Jay- Rock, Paper, Scissors?
Jai- Your on. Loser goes 2nd?
Jay- Of course.
The two played their game both of them choosing rock twice, and their dicks
getting harder each time. The third time Jai ended up the winner and even
demanded Jay to get his dick wet first, which he gladly obliged. They both
rounded the couch and stood over Grants slim sleeping frame. Jay spread
open Grants cheeks revealing his pink hole covered in dried cum...
Jai- Should slide right in.
Jai dropped one of Grants legs to the floor and climbed over top of him.
Once he lined himself up he slid right in with no problem...
Jai- Whoo. He got fucked really good last night.
Jay- Who didnt?
Jai- Me. Felt like big daddy power top of the night.
Jay- Oh really?
Jai- Fuck yea. Damn this ass is fucking perfect.
As Jai lost himself inside Grant, Jay slowly worked his way behind Jai and
stroked his dick coating it in some of the lube he grabbed off of the table
nearby. As Jai fucked away at his ass, Grant begin to moan as he slowly
awoke think Ezra was waking him up the same way he put him to sleep. On the
set of The Flash he wasnt normally the bottom unless it was during the
crossovers when Stephen would appear then he was being passed around
between Stephen and David all night. But last night was insane. When he got
the invite and learned he'd be getting matched with the movie version of
The Flash he instantly assumed hed make Ezra his bitch and have his dick
sucking lips wrapped around his meat in no time. When Ezra grabbed him by
then neck and jammed his tongue down his throat before wrestling him to the
ground and beating his enormous dick on Grants face until he opened his
mouth and swallowed his dick, Grant was so shocked he couldnt think of a
proper reaction until he was already entranced with the idea of being
dominated by his movie doppleganger. Now as he awoke in the exact same
state he fell asleep in, he could feel the difference inside him. Still
being used like a sex toy turned him on in ways he never knew he liked. He
propped his free leg up as high as he could to get more of the dick filling
him up. Jai noticed Grant waking up and leaned down to get deeper inside
him, unknowingly opening his own ass up revealing his hairless hole to Jay
who was ready to pounce...
Jai- You have one of the best asses I've ever fucked. I swear im gonn...OH
MY GOD!!!
Jai was not expecting the sudden fullness he was experiencing. It made him
lose his breath and his train of thought having a dick slide into him balls
deep without a warning. Jay just held him down with both hands pressing him
face to face with Grant as he starting rocking back and forth stroking his
tight ass...
Jay- Sounds like big daddy likes being treated like a little bitch. Hoe
bout i make you mine, huh?
Jai- OH FUCK!!!
Grant just moaned in pleasure as Jai whined in his ear about the feeling of
having his hole jammed full with dick. Jay on the other hand just enjoyed
the sweet tightness of a virgin hole around his dick as he stroked in and
out, making Jai curse and scream out his newfound pleasures. Over on the
bed, Cameron found himself with a Batman actor pleasuring him everywhere.
David was fucking his face while Robert rode his dick like a pro and held
his legs wide open for Christian who was fucking Cameron and sinking a few
fingers inside Roberts ass along with Cameron dick. Jovian Wade even found
a place between them standing right where Robert can suck his dick and
David can feast on his slightly hairy hole. The erotic fuck fest continued
throughout the day between lunch, naps, showers, there wasnt a moment that
someone wasnt having their asses fucked or throats used. At on point in the
night Jason and Nick talked everyone into the wild idea of letting one of
the bell boys video us in a "fucking line". It started with Grant his
stomach in the living room, with Stephen laying down buried inside him,
Robbie insisted on being inside Stephen and having Rick inside him, Rick
was filled by Keiynan who wanted no one other than his boo Jordan inside
him, Cameron found himself loving Jordans tight muscled ass and his costar
Davids still growing cock inside him, David found himself stretched open by
Jovian who was taking Manus huge piece in his ass, Cress was inside Manu
while taking David R. balls deep, behind him Nick was in heaven gripping
his meaty ass cheeks while fucking him and back up on to Tylers dick who
found himself impaled on Chris Woods' wood, who was taking Chris Pines dick
as Chris was being fucked and having his neck kissed by Adam Brody who had
Brandon Routh smacking his ass as he fucked his hole, while Zachary piped
down Brandon, Zachary was being fucked hard by Jai, and Jay was once again
fucking Jai hard as he could while taking Joe in his own tight hole, with
Joe taking Will who had his favorite Suicide Squad costar Jared fucking
him, while Jared had Christian inside him who was taking Rays monster,
while Ben was buried inside Ray, Robert was buried inside Ben, and Robert
was whining with Ezra inside him, who was barely holding it together being
filled by Henry, who had Jason inside him, amd Jason was moaning louder
than anyone taking Idris who was pounding into him balls deep at the back
of the line. It was a crazy idea but totally hot as shit. The guys were so
lost in each other they almost didnt here the faint sound of the music
playing on a loud speaking in the foyer. It wasnt until the bellhop left
the room that they heard the music that became clear to them as the
Avengers theme music. All the men quickly made their way into the foyer
finding nothing but Captain America actor Chris Evans in a white bathroom
standing in front of the opened door...
Jason- Whats this?
Henry- Looks like a toy from Marvel to pass around.
Ben- Well Chris, here to see how many DC dicks it'll take to get you on our
team?
Chris didnt say anything he just smirked at them and looked over all the
horny naked men in front of him, trying to decide who he would go after
first. He almost got lost in the sea of men that he nearly missed his que
as the music stopped...
Chris- AVENGERS!!!
The rest of the men were shocked to see a host of the actors from Marvel
enter the suit all donning the same quantum suit inspired robe as Chirs
with their Marvel music playing like a score as they lined up across from
the DC actors in a straight line like their heros in Endgame. Then again
the music stopped and their leader spoke....
Chris- ....assemble.
[Tyler POV]
Chris is a fucking party planning genius. I didn't expect this to turn into
this. When Evans yelled assemble and the robes dropped revealing them all
in sluttied version of their hero costumes i practically began leaking
precum taking in the sights. Down the line: Chris Evans was in a blue
jockstrap with a star on it, Chris Hemsworth was clad in a silver pair of
spandex briefs with a hammer on the crotch with a lightning light up zip on
the front and back, Chris Pratt had on a sock it thong that had his
Starlord mask on, Hugh Jackman wear yellow and blue leather briefs the had
three vertical zippers on the front and back, Ryan Reynolds wore his entire
Deadpool suit with everything from the waist to his upper thigh cut off and
replaced with only a black lace thong and suspenders connecting the bottoms
to the top, Sebastian Stan had his Bucky wig stitched on and a back thong
with a red star on the crotch, Anthony Mackie had on a pair of briefs that
were a thong in the back revealing his huge ass cheeks and an open front
with pieces shaped like wings that could alternate between covering the
front and the back, Chadwick Boseman stood wearing a shorter version of the
costume he wore for the fights for the throne of Wakanda in Black Panther
the cloth only went down half the lenght of his ass leaving his lower ass
exposed and his the head of his thick cock dangling just below the cloth,
Micheal B Jordan wore a gold c string that barely contained his growing
cock, while Winston Duke wore a sock it thong covered in white fur, Tom
Holland had on the cutest Spider-Man faced thong that had the face only on
the crotch and a mesh web like fabric everywhere else, Jake Gyllenhaal was
in gold and green jockstrap, Bradley Cooper only wore a grey furry thong,
Dave Bautista was in fully Drax makeup with only a black pair of briefs,
Vin Diesal wore a brown sock it thong, Charlie Cox was blind folded in a
red jockstrap, Mike Colter wore bright yellow spandex briefs, Jon Berthnal
had a skull on the crotch of his black lace thongs, and Henry Simmons wore
a black jockstrap that looked more like a tactical belt. I was ready to
burst just looking at them....
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Nineteen
Monty's bed rest lasts only three days. I'm a little mad at him, because his body needs more time to heal, but I know it's been driving him crazy to be stuck in the bunkhouse while Poppa, Carson, and I work at the river bottom. He's making such a fuss over it that Poppa decides he and Carson will finish working down at the river while I train the horses up here, with Monty supervising me from outside the pen. All we can do is lunge the horses while they're wearing a saddle. Poppa doesn't want me trying to ride them until he and Carson can also be here.
Poppa and Carson work all morning long seeding the new pasture, then Poppa calls a break for the afternoon. That's when Carson and I begin the saddle breaking again, starting with crazy Charlie.
All four of us are on hand this time. Monty and Poppa watch from outside of the pen. I bring Charlie out and lunge him first. Carson is saddling up Amber in a side pen.
Charlie's acting like a completely different horse this time. Calm. Unconcerned. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that this was the horse that tried to bite a hole in my arm and trampled Monty.
We put the saddle on him, and Carson rides Amber around the pen, leading Charlie. I'm draped over Charlie's back, with my legs hanging down to the side. He doesn't care one bit, so it's time to take the final step. Again. I hope Charlie stays calm.
I look at Poppa and Monty. They're nervous, but I'm not. Well, I might be a little excited nervous, because they're depending on me to do this. I can't let them down. I won't let them down.
I move Charlie up next to Amber, so he can't scamper out from under me when I swing into the saddle. He's eyeballing me, and I can guarantee I'm watching him just as close. My arm still hurts from that bite he put on me. "You keep your teeth to yourself," I warn him, gathering up the reins in one hand.
His ears flick back. I know he heard me. I just hope he understands.
I turn the stirrup so I can put my left foot in it. Charlie turns his head to see what I'm doing. I nudge his cheek with my shoulder. "Get your head back around there, boy." Then, before he realizes what I'm doing, I grab the saddle horn and push off the ground with my right foot, swinging myself onto his back.
He grunts and dances around beneath me. I keep the reins tight and squeeze my legs, holding onto him. He tosses his head a bit and starts to hop, but Carson pushes Amber into Charlie's side. I'm talking to Charlie the entire time, telling him it's okay, calming him down. He stops dancing and stands still.
I pat him on the shoulder. "Good boy. Now, walk."
He hesitates for just a second and then starts moving around the outside of the pen with Amber on his inside shoulder, keeping close in case I need to bale off, but it isn't necessary. Charlie slowly calms down and accepts me as his rider.
I blow out my breath. I was hoping it would be this easy, but I was ready for another explosion. As we pass by Monty and Poppa, they're smiling big, pleased as can be and proud.
Well, I am too.
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Chance is a different matter. We know what a rebel he is, so we're expecting trouble.
I start him off with an extra-long lunging session. He does fine with it, but we've been doing that for a week now and he's used to it.
He's also good wearing the saddle and bridle, and he doesn't have a problem with me hanging halfway off him with my chest over the saddle while Carson leads him around on Amber.
But when it's time for me to ride him, he decides to show us what an independent scoundrel he can be. Carson is sitting on Amber, waiting. I collect Chance's reins in one hand, grab the saddle horn, and swing up onto his back. He staggers and shudders. I have the reins pulled in tight, and I'm prepared for him to start bucking. He starts to scoot sideways on me, but Carson moves Amber over so that Chance runs into her side and can't go any farther.
"Settle down, boy," I say, "Gonna take a little walk now. That's all. Shhhh, Chance. Good boy."
He gives a little hop, collects himself, and I can feel his entire body tensing up underneath me. I suck in a breath, ready for whatever Chance has planned.
It's in the next moment I find out what it's like to ride a bucking bronco. I feel him lifting underneath me, rising straight up into the air, then a teeth-jarring collision when his hooves hit the ground and my butt smashes into the saddle. I'm gripping with my legs, pulling the reins down hard like Monty showed me, and shouting at Chance.
The world begins spinning around me. I catch glimpses of Carson and Amber trying to get up next to us, but Chance is a spinning, kicking demon. I know I'm supposed to grab Carson and let him lift me off Chance and pull me to safety, but that's not going to happen now. There's no time. Chance is rearing up, so I have to lean forward and hold on. When he drops to the ground, I throw myself back so he doesn't toss me over his head. He spins again, and I grip with my legs. He kicks, throwing me forward, then tosses his head back, almost catching me in the face, but I twist sideways and haul down on the reins. He takes off at full speed, headed for the pen fence, dodging sideways at the last minute. I'm glued to the saddle, sawing the reins to get him back under control. It's not working, but I'm not letting him throw me either.
Chance gives a few more half-hearted jumps, but I'm ready for him and keep my seat. He rears again, then drops back to the ground. All four feet are planted and he's just standing there, frozen in place, breathing hard.
As quick as it started, the storm ends. He's shaking a little. Heck, so am I. But he stops bucking and gives a little shiver.
I can't read his mind, but I can guess what he's thinking. `This guy isn't getting off, so what do I do now?'
Carson rides Amber over next to me, holding out his arm to grab me.
I shake my head and wait for Chance to make his next move. He snorts and takes a deep breath. "Don't even think about it," I say, pulling the reins tight to let him know I'm still in control.
He blows out his breath, and I can feel him tensing underneath me.
Monty softly says, "Walk him, Truman."
I gently squeeze Chance with my heels. "Walk."
He starts to scoot sideways, but I give him a nudge on that side. "Walk, Chance," I say.
Chance shakes his head in a final sign of defiance, then starts moving forward.
This time, when I pass Poppa and Monty, I see two very different expressions. Poppa's mouth is hanging open in surprise. Monty is grinning from ear to ear.
Carson moves Amber up next to Chance and we walk them both slowly around the pen. Carson claps me on the shoulder. "Good job, cowboy."
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I will never, ever admit this to Poppa, but I've never been so scared in my life. When Chance started bucking, the first thing I thought was, `Shit! I want off.' But then there wasn't time to think anymore, and all I could do was hold on and do everything Monty taught me to do.
When it was over, the first thing I do is check my pants. They feel wet, but it's only sweat, not pee. I'm proud to say I didn't wet myself. But I admit my legs are shaking so bad when I slide down off Chance that I'm worried I'll fall down if I try to walk on my own. In fact, I spend a few seconds patting Chance on the neck and shoulder to give my knees a chance to stop knocking together.
After we put the gear away and turn all the horses out, Poppa and Carson both congratulate me and tell me how impressed they are with my riding. I thank them, then head for the bunkhouse with Monty to get cleaned up for lunch.
Monty doesn't say anything at first. He walks along next to me, giving me a chance to process all the emotions I'm feeling at the moment. Excitement. Pride. Terror. Astonishment.
As we walk into the bunkhouse, Monty asks, "Your legs stop wobbling?"
I glance at him, surprised. "You noticed that."
He chuckles and nods. "Sure did. Takes the legs a minute to figure out you're no longer on the horse and that you're on solid ground again."
Gulping, I say, "It wasn't really that, Monty." I hope he won't think I'm a cowardly little boy. "I have to be honest with you. I was so scared when I finally slid off Chance's back, I was afraid my legs wouldn't hold me up."
He motions for me to sit down on his bed. He sits next to me and throws his arm around me, pulling me into a sideways hug. "Every time a horse bucked like that with me, my legs were so wobbly I had to do the same thing you did. Mostly, it's adrenaline telling your legs to hold on tight if you want to live." He pokes me in the side and we both laugh. "And part of it is realizing you've just been on the scariest darned ride ever, rode it out to the end, and lived to tell about it."
"I'm still shaking," I admit, grinning at Monty. I hold out my hand to show him that my fingers are quivering slightly.
"No shame in being scared, cowboy. It keeps you sharp and paying attention."
"Do you ever stop being scared?" I ask.
"Nope," he replies with a grin, "but you don't let your fears stop you. You get back on the horse no matter how you feel. And you keep on riding."
I nod my head. "I can do that."
"I know you can. I'm so darned proud of you, Truman." He squeezes me hard. "Get in the shower and get cleaned up. I'll get you some clean clothes to change into."
"Are you going to help me out with my shower?" I ask, grinning.
"What? You forget how to wash off your stinky butt?"
"It's not my butt I want help with," I reply, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
He slides his hand down to my butt and pinches it. "Later," he promises.
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It's later.
Supper is over and Monty and I are in the bunkhouse, looking back over all we accomplished today. Saddle breaking Charlie and Chance in the morning. Same for Misty in the afternoon, without all the fireworks; she didn't give me a lick of trouble, just as we expected.
I'm a little sore. Getting tossed around by Chance affected me more than I realized, and my body is just now letting me know that some of my muscles are a bit strained, especially my arms. My back is also sore. I think he jarred my spine a couple of times too.
Monty's answer for my sore body is a nice, long, hot shower. His hand feels incredible, slowly soaping up my back, neck, chest, and belly. He can't bend over to wash my legs yet; it still hurts his ribs.
Even though I'm sore all over, I give him a good washing too. It's fun and sexy. When I get to his butt, I clean his hole really good, slipping my finger inside.
"What are doing back there, cowboy?" he asks, as if he didn't know.
"Getting you good and clean everywhere," I reply, sliding my soapy finger up inside him. His butt clinches down on my finger, then relaxes, and I slip my finger even deeper. Monty's groaning a bit, so I know he likes it.
You see, this is what we have to do if we're going to have butt sex. Everything I've read tells about how important it is to get completely clean up in there. It's makes sense, and it will probably be a lot more fun if we're not worried about getting ... you know ... on our cocks when we're doing it. I'm pretty sure we can do most of the cleaning with the shower spray nozzle. It disconnects from the wall and hangs on a long, flexible hose, and there's a setting you can use that will squirt out a single stream of water. That should be perfect for cleaning out inside our butts. I'm not sure I like the idea of blasting water up inside myself like that, but I really want to try butt stuff with Monty, so I guess I need to get used to it.
It's getting easier to slide my finger in and out of Monty's hole. Nice and slippery and not as tight as it was at first. I think he may be all set for the squirting spray nozzle part.
"I like what you're doing," Monty says as he turns around slowly, pulling away from my probing finger, "but we're not ready for that yet."
I'm confused when I hear this. "I thought you said we could do butt sex, once we decide we're in love with each other."
"I did say that, but I still think it's a little early."
"Why?" I ask. I'm getting a little irritated, and I reach around Monty, find his hole, and push my finger too far, making him yelp. "Sorry," I say, pulling my finger out and hanging my head.
He puts his left arm around me, giving me a half hug. I wrap both my arms around him and gently pull him against me. We still have to be careful with his right side and those sore ribs and broken collarbone. I tuck my head under his chin and sigh. "We love each other, Monty. I don't see why we should wait."
Monty kisses the top of my head. "Truman, when I see you riding those horses, there's no doubt in my mind that you're a grown man and a darned fine cowboy. But you're also thirteen. We're already movin' kinda fast with the blowjobs and stuff. I wanna make sure you're ready before going to the next step."
I'm disappointed. Of course, I am. I hold onto him and don't say anything.
"Are you upset with me, Truman?"
"No. Not upset. Just a little frustrated." I pull away and look up into his eyes. "Monty, I know I'm only thirteen and I'm new at all this. But I love everything we do together, and it's all been fun so far. You say you want to be sure I'm ready. I think I am ready."
"You might be. Sticking your finger in my butt tells me you're not shy about it." He kisses my nose playfully. "But trust me on this one, Truman. I have my reasons for wanting to wait."
"Fine. Then explain it to me. I need to understand."
He thinks about it for a bit, then nods as if he has reached a decision. "Okay, cowboy. Let's just talk man-to-man for a minute about how this is gonna work."
"Good," I say. "That's what I want."
"Okay." Monty releases the hug and moves back a step. We're both hard, sticking straight up in the air between us. Monty points at my cock, about the size of a quarter in diameter and four inches long. "I was fourteen the first time Jonas stuck his cock in my butt. He was a bit bigger than you, but not quite as big as me."
I try to picture that. Monty's cock is thick and long, at least seven inches. Jonas must have been around five or six inches long and fairly wide. "Did it hurt going in?" I ask.
Monty nods. "We didn't have a clue what we were doing? We just put a little spit on it, and he shoved it in. Hurt like hell!"
I try not to giggle, but Monty is grinning at me, so I know he thinks it was funny too. "What did you do?" I ask.
"I made him pull it out! Then we waited a minute, until my butt quit aching, and we tried again. He didn't shove it in, but went a little slower."
"And it worked that time?" I guess.
"No. He got halfway in and my butt started cramping again. I yelled and pulled off him as fast as I could. I was ready to quit trying."
I have to laugh this time. "That's not how you're supposed to do it," I say.
"How do you know?" Monty asks.
"I've read stuff. I know about getting ready, stretching your butt first, all that."
Monty frowns. "I keep forgetting how smart you are. Well, we didn't read about it first. We didn't know all the things you know, so we were poking around in the dark, if you know what I mean."
"Did you ever figure it out?" I ask.
"Yep. Eventually. We learned to use lots of lubrication, on his cock and inside my butt. Just having him put a dab of Vaseline up in there with his finger was all it took to get me nice and loose. The third time he pushed his cock in, it was great for both of us. Jonas loved it so much he went a little crazy, pounding into me until he came."
"I'm a lot smaller than Jonas. It should be easy for you to take this." And to make my point clear, I grab my boner and rub it against Monty's boner. Sword fight!
He chuckles. "I'm sure I can handle you, Truman, but when you get inside me, it's gonna feel incredible to you. The best feeling ever. And if you start pounding me like Jonas did that first time, I'm afraid it's going to hurt, what with my banged-up body and all."
Now I'm finally understanding what Monty is trying to tell me. I want to say it won't happen. I want to be able to promise him that I'll go slow and not hurt him, but I can see what he means. I might lose control and go too fast, which would be bad for him. I don't want to do that.
Monty takes his own cock in his hand and rubs it against mine. "And even though I'm sure I can handle you up inside my butt, I know you're not ready for this yet. You can see how big I am, Truman."
I giggle. "I know how big you are, Monty. My jaw hurts after I've been sucking you for a minute." I'm getting horny, rubbing my dick against his and talking about butt sex. "But I want to do this, and I'm sure you can get my butt ready for your big monster!"
Monty moves closer, holding both our cocks in his hand and slowly stroking them at the same time. "I'm sure I can too, Truman, but I want to take the time to do it right. Going too fast will hurt you, and I won't do that. I want your first experience to be wonderful, not painful."
I'm feeling like a silly kid now. A horny, but silly kid. Monty's right. I'm trying to go too fast, all because my hormones are making me randy. I push my body against Monty's, trapping his hand and our boners between us, and hug him. I press my lips against his and give him the sweetest, slowest kiss I can. Then I say, "You're right, Monty. I do want this, but not tonight. I'll trust you, and I'll wait until you say we're ready."
He slides his left hand around to my butt cheek and gives it a gentle squeeze. "That doesn't mean there aren't other fun things I can teach you instead."
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Monty moves us to his bed, after drying off, and has me lie down while he kneels next to the bed on my left and leans over my throbbing boner. This doesn't look like something new to me. He's sucked me before, and I love it, but it's not even as new as the sixty-nine position we tried a few days ago, so I don't understand what Monty is planning to show me.
He places his left arm between my legs and fondles my balls while he licks my cock. Still nothing new, but nice as ever. He pulls my knees apart and rubs his thumb behind my balls while he licks first one ball, then the other. Also nice, but still no different.
He looks at me and gives me a devilish smile as he places one finger in his mouth and gets it slippery with spit. What is he doing?
He works his hand underneath me, and I feel him searching for my butt hole. When he finds it, he rubs his finger in a small circle, getting the outside of my hole nice and wet. This is different. It's good, and I like where this is going. The rest of my body is feeling relaxed, but my butt hole is tingling a little, and my cock is jumping in anticipation.
I feel his finger push in the center of my hole and slide partway in. Something stops him. I know I read about something called a sphincter muscle. I've felt it myself when I've been cleaning back there. It was weird how it didn't want to open up, but finally did when I pushed hard enough. That's what Monty is doing now, but he's not pushing like he wants to get inside right away. He's teasing me. Pushing in a little, turning his finger, and pulling out. In a little deeper, then back out. He spits on his finger and uses his thumb to rub all around my hole, making it super slippery now.
I want him to go faster. My cock is throbbing like crazy now, and it's leaking too. There's a long, clear string dripping from the end down to my belly. Monty licks it off and kisses the end of my cock. I moan to let him know I like this too, and he slides his mouth over my cock and down an inch or so. His mouth is warm and wet, sliding lower and lower, until soon he has his lips around the base of my cock and he's sucking me gently.
That's when I realize his finger has pushed past the ring in my butt, prying me open completely and sliding up inside me. I'm completely loose now, so his finger is sliding easily in and out. Going deeper. Deeper. Then he touches a place up inside me that makes me jump. His finger wiggles around, rubbing the same spot harder. I feel electric tingles from my balls to my scalp.
This is very different and very, very nice.
I arch my back and push down on his hand. I want his finger as deep as it will go. I want my cock in his throat. I can't decide which one feels better. I'm pushing up into his mouth and back onto his finger. Monty knows what I want and begins thrusting his finger in and out as fast as he can while he increases the suction on my cock. When my orgasm starts, I have to pull a pillow to my mouth to keep from screaming. My butt clamps down on his finger. My cock swells and explodes. My body is shaking, spasming, quivering. I've never cum this much, this long. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had.
Monty slides his finger out of my butt, but he keeps my cock inside his mouth. He tickles my balls gently and continues sucking me, slowly pulling every last drop from my body.
I'm limp. My eyes are closed and I can't move, except for jumping a little bit when I feel another drop of cum being pulled up my shaft by Monty's suctioning mouth. I place my hand on the side of Monty's face and begin rubbing his cheek.
He pulls off my cock. It plops against my tummy with a slimy smack. He moves up my body, kissing my belly, my ribs, my neck. I turn my head and meet his lips with my own, stroking his face with both my hands as I slide my tongue into his mouth. The taste of my own cum is sweet.
He pulls away, grimacing slightly. "I'm starting to hurt," he explains.
I slide off his bed on the far side. "Lie down, Monty." I help him get onto the bed and make himself comfortable.
He lies still for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths. "That's better. I just can't bend over like that for very long."
I snicker. "It was long enough."
His body is stretched out in front of me. He's wearing nothing but the sling on his right arm. It's resting on his belly, so I can't see the fine line of hair running down to his pubes. But I can run my fingers down his legs, covered by a fine smattering of dark hairs, back up between his legs to his fuzzy balls. They're big, lots bigger than mine, but perfectly sized for his big cock, which is very hard at the moment.
I pull his legs apart and lie down between them, scooting up until my nose is underneath his furry nuggets. I sniff and smell the rich musk coming from behind my man's balls. I lick them, one at a time, and begin sucking them. I can't quite get them both into my mouth, but I try.
I can hear muffled moans coming from Monty, so I lift my head and look at him. He's holding a pillow over his face. So soon? I haven't even really started yet!
I go back down to his balls and suck them again, while running my hand up to his cock. I slowly stroke him, rubbing my thumb all around the cap. He's oozing a bit already, and I use his precum to get the end of his cock slippery. He must like it. The moans coming from behind the pillow are getting louder.
I drop his balls and scoot up a bit more, pulling his cock down so I can suck on it. My fingers and thumb are covered in his precum, so I reach down between his legs and search until I find his pucker. I rub around first, doing everything Monty did with me. I feel his pucker opening and closing, so I push my finger inside. I'm surprised when it pushes right through the tight ring and up into him. He's velvety soft in there, and amazingly hot. I feel the soft flesh gripping my finger, resisting me going deeper, then opening up for me. I push until my knuckles are against his butt cheek. I wiggle my finger around until Monty jumps, letting me know I've found the spot where I need to be. His squealing moans are a good indication too.
I hold my finger in place and start bobbing my head on his cock, squeezing my lips on the sensitive ridge every time I slide up and down. The sound of his flesh popping in and out of my mouth is super sexy. I start thrusting my finger in and out of his butt, just like he did me.
He's groaning now, and even the pillow can't muffle his cries of pleasure.
His butt clamps down on my finger, squeezing so tight I can't push it in or out. The end of his cock swells in my mouth. Hot blasts of cum splatter the back of my throat, then quickly fill my mouth. There's more than I can swallow. My cheeks puff out and massive globs leak out, pouring down the sides of his cock.
I pull off and watch as Monty's cock keeps lurching, oozing out more and more cum. I'm amazed. It must have felt good to him. Well, of course, it did. It felt great to me when Monty was poking inside me and sucking me at the same time, so I'm glad I was able to make it feel just as good for him.
I spend the next minute licking up all the cum that's dripping down Monty's cock. There are even a few blobs down on his balls, so I lick everywhere, taking my time. I really like how he tastes. It's a little sharp and tangy, but mostly sweet like mine. And it's Monty's cum, so that makes it extra special.
When he's finally clean, I crawl out from between his legs and look at him. He's pulled the pillow down, and he's smiling at me, very happy. I pull a blanket over his naked body, then walk around to his left side and climb underneath with him.
"That was wonderful, Monty," I whisper, cuddling into his side.
"Yes, it was," he agrees.
I need to say something, and I hope he'll understand. I rub my cheek on his chest and whisper, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, cowboy."
"Do you want to know what I'm thanking you for?" I ask.
"Sure."
"There are a few things. First, thank you for what you just showed me."
"You liked it then?"
I nod my head. "I loved it, and I want to do it again tomorrow."
"Okay."
I pause for a moment, thinking about how I want to say this next part. "I also want to thank you for making me wait."
Monty doesn't respond, and I appreciate that about him. He knows sometimes I need to explain things so that I can understand them myself, so he doesn't interrupt, but allows me to finish. I toy with the hair on his chest for a moment, then say, "We're boyfriends now."
Monty seems a bit surprised. "Boyfriends?"
"Well, yeah. I mean ... we sleep together and we cuddle and we suck each other and everything. Doesn't that make us boyfriends?"
Monty gives me a gentle hug. "Sure thing, cowboy. I love having you as my boyfriend."
"Good," I say, "but being boyfriends means more than having fun sexy times. We also need to learn to trust each other. Well ... actually, I need to learn to trust you. You know so much more than I do. You know about training horses and what it means to fall in love and all the sexy things boys can do together in bed. You also know what it's like to be thirteen and want this so much that you get in a hurry sometimes and try to go too fast. But the most important thing you know is how to help me slow down without making me angry or upset, so I'm really grateful that you're my boyfriend." I kiss his chest and add, "I love you."
Monty knows I'm finished talking. His left hand makes gentle circles on my lower back, just the way I like it. He sighs and says, "Truman, you aren't the only one who has something to be grateful for. I want to thank you too."
I cuddle into him and whisper, "For what, Monty?"
"For making me the happiest man on earth. I love you, Truman."
I close my eyes and hug him. Cuddle time. Breathing in his smell and feeling his warmth all against the front of me. Loving the man I'm holding in my arms. Falling into sleep without even trying.
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<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p><span>This is a work of fiction intended
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<h2>Chapter Nineteen<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>Monty's bed rest lasts only three days. I'm a little mad at
him, because his body needs more time to heal, but I know it's been driving him
crazy to be stuck in the bunkhouse while Poppa, Carson, and I work at the river
bottom. He's making such a fuss over it that Poppa decides he and Carson will finish
working down at the river while I train the horses up here, with Monty supervising
me from outside the pen. All we can do is lunge the horses while they're
wearing a saddle. Poppa doesn't want me trying to ride them until he and Carson
can also be here. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa and Carson work all morning long seeding the new
pasture, then Poppa calls a break for the afternoon. That's when Carson and I begin
the saddle breaking again, starting with crazy Charlie. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>All four of us are on hand this time. Monty and Poppa watch
from outside of the pen. I bring Charlie out and lunge him first. Carson is
saddling up Amber in a side pen.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Charlie's acting like a completely different horse this
time. Calm. Unconcerned. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't
believe that this was the horse that tried to bite a hole in my arm and
trampled Monty. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We put the saddle on him, and Carson rides Amber around the
pen, leading Charlie. I'm draped over Charlie's back, with my legs hanging down
to the side. He doesn't care one bit, so it's time to take the final step. Again.
I hope Charlie stays calm.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I look at Poppa and Monty. They're nervous, but I'm not. Well,
I might be a little <b><i>excited </i></b>nervous, because they're depending on
me to do this. I can't let them down. I won't let them down. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I move Charlie up next to Amber, so he can't scamper out
from under me when I swing into the saddle. He's eyeballing me, and I can
guarantee I'm watching him just as close. My arm still hurts from that bite he
put on me. "You keep your teeth to yourself," I warn him, gathering up the
reins in one hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His ears flick back. I know he heard me. I just hope he
understands.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn the stirrup so I can put my left foot in it. Charlie
turns his head to see what I'm doing. I nudge his cheek with my shoulder. "Get
your head back around there, boy." Then, before he realizes what I'm doing, I
grab the saddle horn and push off the ground with my right foot, swinging
myself onto his back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He grunts and dances around beneath me. I keep the reins
tight and squeeze my legs, holding onto him. He tosses his head a bit and
starts to hop, but Carson pushes Amber into Charlie's side. I'm talking to
Charlie the entire time, telling him it's okay, calming him down. He stops
dancing and stands still.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pat him on the shoulder. "Good boy. Now, walk."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He hesitates for just a second and then starts moving around
the outside of the pen with Amber on his inside shoulder, keeping close in case
I need to bale off, but it isn't necessary. Charlie slowly calms down and accepts
me as his rider.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I blow out my breath. I was hoping it would be this easy,
but I was ready for another explosion. As we pass by Monty and Poppa, they're
smiling big, pleased as can be and proud.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Well, I am too. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
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<p>Chance is a different matter. We know what a rebel he is, so
we're expecting trouble.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I start him off with an extra-long lunging session. He does
fine with it, but we've been doing that for a week now and he's used to it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He's also good wearing the saddle and bridle, and he doesn't
have a problem with me hanging halfway off him with my chest over the saddle
while Carson leads him around on Amber.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>But when it's time for me to ride him, he decides to show us
what an independent scoundrel he can be. Carson is sitting on Amber, waiting. I
collect Chance's reins in one hand, grab the saddle horn, and swing up onto his
back. He staggers and shudders. I have the reins pulled in tight, and I'm
prepared for him to start bucking. He starts to scoot sideways on me, but
Carson moves Amber over so that Chance runs into her side and can't go any
farther.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Settle down, boy," I say, "<span>Gonna</span>
take a little walk now. That's all. <span>Shhhh</span>, Chance. Good
boy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He gives a little hop, collects himself, and I can feel his
entire body tensing up underneath me. I <span>suck</span> in a
breath, ready for whatever Chance has planned. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's in the next moment I find out what it's like to ride a
bucking bronco. I feel him lifting underneath me, rising straight up into the
air, then a teeth-jarring collision when his hooves hit the ground and my butt
smashes into the saddle. I'm gripping with my legs, pulling the reins down hard
like Monty showed me, and shouting at Chance. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The world begins spinning around me. I catch glimpses of
Carson and Amber trying to get up next to us, but Chance is a spinning, kicking
demon. I know I'm supposed to grab Carson and let him lift me off Chance and
pull me to safety, but that's not going to happen now. There's no time. Chance
is rearing up, so I have to lean forward and hold on. When he drops to the
ground, I throw myself back so he doesn't toss me over his head. He spins again,
and I grip with my legs. He kicks, throwing me forward, then tosses his head
back, almost catching me in the face, but I twist sideways and haul down on the
reins. He takes off at full speed, headed for the pen fence, dodging sideways
at the last minute. I'm glued to the saddle, sawing the reins to get him back
under control. It's not working, but I'm not letting him throw me either. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Chance gives a few more half-hearted jumps, but I'm ready
for him and keep my seat. He rears again, then drops back to the ground. All four
feet are planted and he's just standing there, frozen in place, breathing hard.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>As quick as it started, the storm ends. He's shaking a
little. Heck, so am I. But he stops bucking and gives a little shiver. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I can't read his mind, but I can guess what he's thinking. `This
guy isn't getting off, so what do I do now?'<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson rides Amber over next to me, holding out his arm to
grab me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I shake my head and wait for Chance to make his next move. He
snorts and takes a deep breath. "Don't even think about it," I say, pulling the
reins tight to let him know I'm still in control.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He blows out his breath, and I can feel him tensing underneath
me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty softly says, "Walk him, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I gently squeeze Chance with my heels. "Walk." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He starts to scoot sideways, but I give him a nudge on that
side. "Walk, Chance," I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Chance shakes his head in a final sign of defiance, then
starts moving forward. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>This time, when I pass Poppa and Monty, I see two very
different expressions. Poppa's mouth is hanging open in surprise. Monty is
grinning from ear to ear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson moves Amber up next to Chance and we walk them both
slowly around the pen. Carson claps me on the shoulder. "Good job, cowboy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I will never, ever admit this to Poppa, but I've never been
so scared in my life. When Chance started bucking, the first thing I thought
was, `Shit! I want off.' But then there wasn't time to think anymore, and all I
could do was hold on and do everything Monty taught me to do.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When it was over, the first thing I do is check my pants. They
feel wet, but it's only sweat, not pee. I'm proud to say I didn't wet myself. But
I admit my legs are shaking so bad when I slide down off Chance that I'm
worried I'll fall down if I try to walk on my own. In fact, I spend a few
seconds patting Chance on the neck and shoulder to give my knees a chance to
stop knocking together.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>After we put the gear away and turn all the horses out,
Poppa and <span>Carson</span> both congratulate me and tell me how
impressed they are with my riding. I thank them, then head for the bunkhouse
with Monty to get cleaned up for lunch.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty doesn't say anything at first. He walks along next to
me, giving me a chance to process all the emotions I'm feeling at the moment. Excitement.
Pride. Terror. Astonishment.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>As we walk into the bunkhouse, Monty asks, "Your legs stop wobbling?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I glance at him, surprised. "You noticed that."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He chuckles and nods. "Sure did. Takes the legs a minute to figure
out you're no longer on the horse and that you're on solid ground again."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Gulping, I say, "It wasn't really that, Monty." I hope he
won't think I'm a cowardly little boy. "I have to be honest with you. I was so
scared when I finally slid off Chance's back, I was afraid my legs wouldn't
hold me up."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He motions for me to sit down on his bed. He sits next to me
and throws his arm around me, pulling me into a sideways hug. "Every time a
horse bucked like that with me, my legs were so wobbly I had to do the same
thing you did. Mostly, it's adrenaline telling your legs to hold on tight if
you want to live." He pokes me in the side and we both laugh. "And part of it
is realizing you've just been on the scariest darned ride ever, rode it out to
the end, and lived to <span>tell</span> about it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I'm still shaking," I admit, grinning at Monty. I hold out
my hand to show him that my fingers are quivering slightly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No shame in being scared, cowboy. It keeps you sharp and
paying attention."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Do you ever stop being scared?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Nope," he replies with a grin, "but you don't let your
fears stop you. You get back on the horse no matter how you feel. And you keep
on riding." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod my head. "I can do that."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I know you can. I'm so darned proud of you, Truman." He
squeezes me hard. "Get in the shower and get cleaned up. I'll get you some
clean clothes to change into."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Are you going to help me out with my shower?" I ask,
grinning.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What? You forget how to wash off your stinky butt?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It's not my butt I want help with," I reply, wiggling my
eyebrows suggestively.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He slides his hand down to my butt and pinches it. "Later,"
he promises.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's later. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Supper is over and Monty and I are in the bunkhouse, looking
back over all we accomplished today. Saddle breaking Charlie and Chance in the
morning. Same for Misty in the afternoon, without all the fireworks; she didn't
give me a lick of trouble, just as we expected. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm a little sore. Getting tossed around by Chance affected
me more than I realized, and my body is just now letting me know that some of
my muscles are a bit strained, especially my arms. My back is also sore. I
think he jarred my spine a couple of times too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty's answer for my sore body is a nice, long, hot shower.
His hand feels incredible, slowly soaping up my back, neck, chest, and belly. He
can't bend over to wash my legs yet; it still hurts his ribs. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Even though I'm sore all over, I give him a good washing
too. It's fun and sexy. When I get to his butt, I clean his hole really good,
slipping my finger inside.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"What are doing back there, cowboy?" he asks, as if he didn't
know.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Getting you good and clean everywhere," I reply, sliding my
soapy finger up inside him. His butt clinches down on my finger, then relaxes,
and I slip my finger even deeper. Monty's groaning a bit, so I know he likes
it. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>You see, this is what we have to do if we're going to have
butt sex. Everything I've read <span>tells</span> about how
important it is to get completely clean up in there. It's makes sense, and it
will probably be a lot more fun if we're not worried about getting ... you know ...
on our cocks when we're doing it. I'm pretty sure we can do most of the
cleaning with the shower spray nozzle. It disconnects from the wall and hangs
on a long, flexible hose, and there's a setting you can use that will squirt out
a single stream of water. That should be perfect for cleaning out inside our butts.
I'm not sure I like the idea of blasting water up inside myself like that, but
I really want to try butt stuff with Monty, so I guess I need to get used to
it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's getting easier to slide my finger in and out of Monty's
hole. Nice and slippery and not as tight as it was at first. I think he may be
all set for the squirting spray nozzle part.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I like what you're doing," Monty says as he turns around
slowly, pulling away from my probing finger, "but we're not ready for that
yet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm confused when I hear this. "I thought you said we could
do butt sex, once we decide we're in love with each other."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I did say that, but I still think it's a little early."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why?" I ask. I'm getting a little irritated, and I reach
around Monty, find his hole, and push my finger too far, making him yelp. "Sorry,"
I say, pulling my finger out and hanging my head.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He puts his left arm around me, giving me a half hug. I wrap
both my arms around him and gently pull him against me. We still have to be
careful with his right side and those sore ribs and broken collarbone. I tuck
my head under his chin and sigh. "We love each other, Monty. I don't see why we
should wait."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty kisses the top of my head. "Truman, when I see you
riding those horses, there's no doubt in my mind that you're a grown man and a
darned fine cowboy. But you're also thirteen. We're already <span>movin</span>'
<span>kinda</span> fast with the blowjobs and stuff. I <span>wanna</span> make sure you're ready before going to the next
step."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm disappointed. Of course, I am. I hold onto him and don't
say anything.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Are you upset with me, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No. Not upset. Just a little frustrated." I pull away and
look up into his eyes. "Monty, I know I'm only thirteen and I'm new at all
this. But I love everything we do together, and it's all been fun so far. You
say you want to be sure I'm ready. I think I <b><i>am</i></b> ready."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You might be. Sticking your finger in my butt tells me
you're not shy about it." He kisses my nose playfully. "But trust me on this
one, Truman. I have my reasons for wanting to wait."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Fine. Then explain it to me. I need to understand."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He thinks about it for a bit, then nods as if he has reached
a decision. "Okay, cowboy. Let's just talk man-to-man for a minute about how
this is <span>gonna</span> work."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Good," I say. "That's what I want."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Okay." Monty releases the hug and moves back a step. We're
both hard, sticking straight up in the air between us. Monty points at my cock,
about the size of a quarter in diameter and four inches long. "I was fourteen
the first time Jonas stuck his cock in my butt. He was a bit bigger than you,
but not quite as big as me." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I try to picture that. Monty's cock is thick and long, at
least seven inches. Jonas must have been around five or six inches long and
fairly wide. "Did it hurt going in?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty nods. "We didn't have a clue what we were doing? We
just put a little spit on it, and he shoved it in. Hurt like hell!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I try not to giggle, but Monty is grinning at me, so I know
he thinks it was funny too. "What did you do?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I made him pull it out! Then we waited a minute, until my
butt quit aching, and we tried again. He didn't shove it in, but went a little
slower."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"And it worked that time?" I guess.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No. He got halfway in and my butt started cramping again. I
yelled and pulled off him as fast as I could. I was ready to quit trying."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I have to laugh this time. "That's not how you're supposed
to do it," I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"How do you know?" Monty asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I've read stuff. I know about getting ready, stretching
your butt first, all that."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty frowns. "I keep forgetting how smart you are. Well, we
didn't read about it first. We didn't know all the things you know, so we were
poking around in the dark, if you know what I mean."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Did you ever figure it out?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yep. Eventually. We learned to use lots of lubrication, on
his cock and inside my butt. Just having him put a dab of Vaseline up in there
with his finger was all it took to get me nice and loose. The third time he
pushed his cock in, it was great for both of us. Jonas loved it so much he went
a little crazy, pounding into me until he came."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I'm a lot smaller than Jonas. It should be easy for you to
take this." And to make my point clear, I grab my boner and rub it against Monty's
boner. Sword fight!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He chuckles. "I'm sure I can handle you, Truman, but when
you get inside me, it's <span>gonna</span> feel incredible to you.
The best feeling ever. And if you start pounding me like Jonas did that first
time, I'm afraid it's going to hurt, what with my banged-up body and all."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Now I'm finally understanding what Monty is trying to tell
me. I want to say it won't happen. I want to be able to promise him that I'll
go slow and not hurt him, but I can see what he means. I might lose control and
go too fast, which would be bad for him. I don't want to do that.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty takes his own cock in his hand and rubs it against
mine. "And even though I'm sure I can handle you up inside my butt, I know
you're not ready for this yet. You can see how big I am, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I giggle. "I know how big you are, Monty. My jaw hurts after
I've been sucking you for a minute." I'm getting horny, rubbing my dick against
his and talking about butt sex. "But I want to do this, and I'm sure you can
get my butt ready for your big monster!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty moves closer, holding both our cocks in his hand and
slowly stroking them at the same time. "I'm sure I can too, Truman, but I want
to take the time to do it right. Going too fast will hurt you, and I won't do
that. I want your first experience to be wonderful, not painful."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm feeling like a silly kid now. A horny, but silly kid. Monty's
right. I'm trying to go too fast, all because my hormones are making me randy. I
push my body against Monty's, trapping his hand and our boners between us, and
hug him. I press my lips against his and give him the sweetest, slowest kiss I
can. Then I say, "You're right, Monty. I do want this, but not tonight. I'll
trust you, and I'll wait until you say we're ready."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He slides his left hand around to my butt cheek and gives it
a gentle squeeze. "That doesn't mean there aren't other fun things I can teach
you instead."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty moves us to his bed, after drying off, and has me lie
down while he kneels next to the bed on my left and leans over my throbbing
boner. This doesn't look like something new to me. He's sucked me before, and I
love it, but it's not even as new as the sixty-nine position we tried a few
days ago, so I don't understand what Monty is planning to show me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He places his left arm between my legs and fondles my balls
while he licks my cock. Still nothing new, but nice as ever. He pulls my knees
apart and rubs his thumb behind my balls while he licks first one ball, then
the other. Also nice, but still no different.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He looks at me and gives me a devilish smile as he places one
finger in his mouth and gets it slippery with spit. What is he doing?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He works his hand underneath me, and I feel him searching
for my butt hole. When he finds it, he rubs his finger in a small circle,
getting the outside of my hole nice and wet. This is different. It's good, and I
like where this is going. The rest of my body is feeling relaxed, but my butt
hole is tingling a little, and my cock is jumping in anticipation.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I feel his finger push in the center of my hole and slide
partway in. Something stops him. I know I read about something called a
sphincter muscle. I've felt it myself when I've been cleaning back there. It
was weird how it didn't want to open up, but finally did when I pushed hard
enough. That's what Monty is doing now, but he's not pushing like he wants to get
inside right away. He's teasing me. Pushing in a little, turning his finger,
and pulling out. In a little deeper, then back out. He spits on his finger and
uses his thumb to rub all around my hole, making it super slippery now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I want him to go faster. My cock is throbbing like crazy
now, and it's leaking too. There's a long, clear string dripping from the end
down to my belly. Monty licks it off and kisses the end of my cock. I moan to
let him know I like this too, and he slides his mouth over my cock and down an
inch or so. His mouth is warm and wet, sliding lower and lower, until soon he
has his lips around the base of my cock and he's sucking me gently.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>That's when I realize his finger has pushed past the ring in
my butt, prying me open completely and sliding up inside me. I'm completely
loose now, so his finger is sliding easily in and out. Going deeper. Deeper. Then
he touches a place up inside me that makes me jump. His finger wiggles around,
rubbing the same spot harder. I feel electric tingles from my balls to my scalp.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>This is very different and very, very nice.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I arch my back and push down on his hand. I want his finger
as deep as it will go. I want my cock in his throat. I can't decide which one
feels better. I'm pushing up into his mouth and back onto his finger. Monty
knows what I want and begins thrusting his finger in and out as fast as he can
while he increases the suction on my cock. When my orgasm starts, I have to
pull a pillow to my mouth to keep from screaming. My butt clamps down on his
finger. My cock swells and explodes. My body is shaking, spasming, quivering. I've
never cum this much, this long. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty slides his finger out of my butt, but he keeps my cock
inside his mouth. He tickles my balls gently and continues sucking me, slowly
pulling every last drop from my body. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm limp. My eyes are closed and I can't move, except for
jumping a little bit when I feel another drop of cum being pulled up my shaft
by Monty's suctioning mouth. I place my hand on the side of Monty's face and
begin rubbing his cheek. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls off my cock. It plops against my tummy with a slimy
smack. He moves up my body, kissing my belly, my ribs, my neck. I turn my head
and meet his lips with my own, stroking his face with both my hands as I slide
my tongue into his mouth. The taste of my own cum is sweet.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He pulls away, grimacing slightly. "I'm starting to hurt,"
he explains. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I slide off his bed on the far side. "Lie down, Monty." I
help him get onto the bed and make himself comfortable. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He lies still for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths.
"That's better. I just can't bend over like that for very long."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I snicker. "It was long enough."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His body is stretched out in front of me. He's wearing
nothing but the sling on his right arm. It's resting on his belly, so I can't
see the fine line of hair running down to his pubes. But I can run my fingers
down his legs, covered by a fine smattering of dark hairs, back up between his
legs to his fuzzy balls. They're big, lots bigger than mine, but perfectly
sized for his big cock, which is very hard at the moment. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pull his legs apart and lie down between them, scooting up
until my nose is underneath his furry nuggets. I sniff and smell the rich musk
coming from behind my man's balls. I lick them, one at a time, and begin
sucking them. I can't quite get them both into my mouth, but I try. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I can hear muffled moans coming from Monty, so I lift my
head and look at him. He's holding a pillow over his face. So soon? I haven't
even really started yet!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I go back down to his balls and suck them again, while
running my hand up to his cock. I slowly stroke him, rubbing my thumb all
around the cap. He's oozing a bit already, and I use his precum to get the end
of his cock slippery. He must like it. The moans coming from behind the pillow
are getting louder.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I drop his balls and scoot up a bit more, pulling his cock
down so I can suck on it. My fingers and thumb are covered in his precum, so I
reach down between his legs and search until I find his pucker. I rub around
first, doing everything Monty did with me. I feel his pucker opening and
closing, so I push my finger inside. I'm surprised when it pushes right through
the tight ring and up into him. He's velvety soft in there, and amazingly hot. I
feel the soft flesh gripping my finger, resisting me going deeper, then opening
up for me. I push until my knuckles are against his butt cheek. I wiggle my
finger around until Monty jumps, letting me know I've found the spot where I
need to be. His squealing moans are a good indication too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hold my finger in place and start bobbing my head on his
cock, squeezing my lips on the sensitive ridge every time I slide up and down. The
sound of his flesh popping in and out of my mouth is super sexy. I start
thrusting my finger in and out of his butt, just like he did me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He's groaning now, and even the pillow can't muffle his
cries of pleasure.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>His butt clamps down on my finger, squeezing so tight I
can't push it in or out. The end of his cock swells in my mouth. Hot blasts of
cum splatter the back of my throat, then quickly fill my mouth. There's more
than I can swallow. My cheeks puff out and massive globs leak out, pouring down
the sides of his cock.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pull off and watch as Monty's cock keeps lurching, oozing
out more and more cum. I'm amazed. It must have felt good to him. Well, of
course, it did. It felt great to me when Monty was poking inside me and sucking
me at the same time, so I'm glad I was able to make it feel just as good for
him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I spend the next minute licking up all the cum that's
dripping down Monty's cock. There are even a few blobs down on his balls, so I
lick everywhere, taking my time. I really like how he tastes. It's a little
sharp and tangy, but mostly sweet like mine. And it's Monty's cum, so that
makes it extra special.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When he's finally clean, I crawl out from between his legs
and look at him. He's pulled the pillow down, and he's smiling at me, very
happy. I pull a blanket over his naked body, then walk around to his left side
and climb underneath with him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"That was wonderful, Monty," I whisper, cuddling into his
side.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yes, it was," he agrees.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I need to say something, and I hope he'll understand. I rub
my cheek on his chest and whisper, "Thank you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You're welcome, cowboy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Do you want to know what I'm thanking you for?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Sure."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"There are a few things. First, thank you for what you just
showed me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You liked it then?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod my head. "I loved it, and I want to do it again
tomorrow."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Okay."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I pause for a moment, thinking about how I want to say this
next part. "I also want to thank you for making me wait."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty doesn't respond, and I appreciate that about him. He
knows sometimes I need to explain things so that I can understand them myself,
so he doesn't interrupt, but allows me to finish. I toy with the hair on his
chest for a moment, then say, "We're boyfriends now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty seems a bit surprised. "Boyfriends?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Well, yeah. I mean ... we sleep together and we cuddle and we
suck each other and everything. Doesn't that make us boyfriends?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty gives me a gentle hug. "Sure thing, cowboy. I love
having you as my boyfriend."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Good," I say, "but being boyfriends means more than having
fun sexy times. We also need to learn to trust each other. Well ... actually, I
need to learn to trust you. You know so much more than I do. You know about training
horses and what it means to fall in love and all the sexy things boys can do
together in bed. You also know what it's like to be thirteen and want this so
much that you get in a hurry sometimes and try to go too fast. But the most
important thing you know is how to help me slow down without making me angry or
upset, so I'm really grateful that you're my boyfriend." I kiss his chest and
add, "I love you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty knows I'm finished talking. His left hand makes gentle
circles on my lower back, just the way I like it. He sighs and says, "Truman, you
aren't the only one who has something to be grateful for. I want to thank you too."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I cuddle into him and whisper, "For what, Monty?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"For making me the happiest man on earth. I love you,
Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I close my eyes and hug him. Cuddle time. Breathing in his
smell and feeling his warmth all against the front of me. Loving the <span>man</span> I'm holding in my arms. Falling into sleep without even
trying.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Nineteen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Seventeen
Monday morning, Monty has me saddle up Amber. She's an older mare, very calm and dependable. Cinnamon is actually Amber's daughter, so the two have similar personalities. Quiet, but intelligent and curious. While I'm saddling Amber, Monty is lunging Cinnamon to work out her excess energy. She's moving nice, trotting and galloping around the pen while Monty stands in the middle, holding the end of the lunge line.
He brings Cinnamon to a halt and calls her to the center of the pen. When Cinnamon stops in front of him, he changes out the halter for a hackamore bridle. I ride Amber up next to Cinnamon and hold her bridle. Monty hands me the reins and I loop them around Amber's saddle horn, keeping Cinnamon on a very short lead. She seems completely relaxed, standing next to her mother.
Monty slowly drapes the saddle blanket over Cinnamon's back. Then he adds a saddle. It's heavier than the one we've been training them with, so Cinnamon snorts and flips her ears back and forth, but she doesn't move and stands quietly. Monty pulls the cinch strap under her belly and tightens it. She grunts when she feels it constricting her chest. Monty pats her shoulder and talks softly to her, telling her she's a good girl. He pulls the cinch again, making it tight. You have to watch horses. Sometimes they hold their breath when they feel you tightening the cinch, and you'll think it's tight, but when they breathe out, it will be loose and the saddle will roll on you. I'm not kidding. Horses are super smart, and you have to be smarter.
Monty tries to slide his fingers between her chest and the cinch strap. Good and tight. He nods at me. I grip the reins.
He doesn't climb straight into the saddle, but pulls himself up sideways, leaning over her back with just his chest resting on the seat of the saddle and his legs hanging down on the side. She grunts again, but doesn't seem to mind.
"Good girl," he says. I begin leading Cinnamon around the ring at a walk with Monty draped over the saddle. We're doing it this way so she can get used to the idea of a human's weight on her back. If she shies away or bucks, Monty can slide right off without getting hurt.
We walk all the way around the round pen without any trouble. Cinnamon is doing great.
Monty signals for me to stop. It's time for the biggest step of all.
We talked about this last night and decided that I would be the one to actually climb into the saddle and ride her. I'm lighter than Monty, and he's stronger, so Cinnamon won't mind my weight and he'll stand a better chance of holding her if she starts bucking. Monty has seen me ride. He knows I have a good seat.
Monty mounts Amber, holding onto Cinnamon's reins.
I walk to Cinnamon's side and stroke her neck. "This is going to be fine, Cinnamon. You're a big, strong girl, but you know I'm going to take good care of you, right? So you listen and do everything we tell you." I take the saddle horn in my left hand, turn the stirrup so I can slide in my left foot, then hop on my right foot and pull myself up into the saddle, throwing my right leg over her back. Cinnamon shivers nervously, but doesn't move. I kick my right foot into the other stirrup and settle myself into the saddle.
Monty is watching carefully. He can see that Cinnamon is unsure of herself, but there's no sign she's getting ready to buck. He gives Amber a light tap in the side with his heels and starts her walking slowly forward, tugging on Cinnamon's reins to get her to follow.
We walk around the round pen for ten minutes. It's going great, so Monty stops Amber and dismounts. He walks in front of Cinnamon, strokes her cheek, and passes the reins up to me. I take them in one hand, but I keep my other hand tight around the saddle horn. Then I nod at Monty to let him know I'm ready.
Monty steps over to Amber and swings into the saddle. He wants to be ready in case Cinnamon starts acting up. I might need him to grab me and get me off her back quickly, if I get in trouble.
So far, Cinnamon is doing fantastic. Her ears are flicking back and forth. She's curious about what we're doing, but not nervous or upset. She trusts us.
I gently touch her sides with my heels and say, "Walk."
She tosses her head and steps forward. Monty has Amber walk next to Cinnamon, and for the first time in her life, Cinnamon is allowing a human to ride her. I click my tongue and send her into a trot. We move smoothly around the pen. I'm guiding her with the reins, turning her, bringing her down to a walk, and then twisting my body to tell her I want her to turn and head in the other direction. We walk, we trot, and I slow her to a walk again and bring her to a stop. I slide off and give her a big hug around the neck. "Good girl!" I exclaim.
And with that, we've saddle broken the first of the two-year-old's.
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After lunch, Monty decides to work with Charlie. He thinks we'll need more time with him than we did on Cinnamon. Charlie's been taking the training well, but he's not as dependable as Cinnamon. He has moments when he rebels a little, so we may have to take it slower and accept a few false starts.
As before, we're using Amber as the buddy horse. Monty saddles her up in a side pen while I lunge Charlie in the middle of the round pen. He's moving good at the end of the lunge line, following my verbal commands and watching me as he circles the pen. Maybe he'll be fine. I suppose it's still a good idea to be cautious, but I'm feeling optimistic that Charlie will take to the saddle breaking as smoothly as Cinnamon did.
When Charlie has warmed up nicely, I pull him toward me and stop him in the middle of the ring. I remove his halter and slide the hackamore bridle in place. He tosses his head and even takes a small nip at me. Not a good sign.
"He's feisty today," I call to Monty.
"Yeah. I saw him try to bite you."
"Should we work with Misty instead?"
"Nah," Monty replies. "We'll have to break the colts sooner or later." He rides Amber into the round pen and stops her next to Charlie. I pass the bridle reins up to him, and he loops them around the saddle horn.
Charlie is fidgety, shifting his rear end around. Monty talks to him. "Woah there, Charlie. Easy, boy."
I bring the blanket over and rub it on Charlie's shoulder and side. He snorts, then sniffs it. "You know what this is," I say. "We've done this before, Charlie." I gently slide it onto his back, watching him.
He doesn't seem to mind, so I put the saddle on next. He's still standing calmly.
I reach underneath him and pull the cinch strap up, feed it through the buckle, and begin pulling it tight. Charlie's eyes open wide. This is new for him, and I can tell he's not entirely comfortable with it.
I speak softly to him, rubbing his neck as I slowly pull the cinch tight. I keep stroking him, and when he settles back down, I pull the cinch tighter, buckling it in place.
"Let's walk him around for a bit like this," Monty suggests.
I agree. Charlie is staying keyed up each time we do something new, and there's no telling how he'll respond if we go too fast.
Monty walks Amber around the pen, leading Charlie. This seems to help, because Charlie stops dancing around and settles into a slow, calm walk. When they get back around to where I'm standing, Monty stops the horses.
I move next to Charlie and push down on the saddle with just my hands, letting him know that more weight is coming. He doesn't react, so I pull myself up until my upper body is resting on the saddle, with my legs hanging down to the side. Charlie isn't exactly happy with what I'm doing, but he tolerates it. Monty kicks Amber into a slow walk, leading Charlie around with me hanging off the side.
After a minute, Monty stops Amber and looks at me and Charlie. Frowning, Monty says, "He's still acting skittish, but let's see how he does with a rider. Switch with me, Truman."
I nod. We've talked about this too. It's risky the first time you climb into the saddle with any unbroken horse. We both felt good about me riding Cinnamon, but Charlie is a different beast altogether. Even with me riding Amber next to Charlie, we have no guarantee that Charlie won't panic the first time he feels Monty in the saddle.
I mount Amber and position her next to Charlie. Monty passes me the reins to Charlie's bridle. I loop them around Amber's saddle horn and make sure I have a good grip on them.
Monty sees me nod that I'm ready, so he grabs the saddle horn and swings gracefully up onto Charlie's back without using the stirrup.
Everything is fine for three seconds, then all hell breaks loose.
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There are horses that you know you better watch yourself with. Chance is one. He makes it clear that he's looking for every opportunity to cause mischief. We know Chance is that way, so we're extra careful with him.
Other horses are consistent and dependable. Misty and Cinnamon have been that way from the start. They listen and do just what we say. We're still cautious at every step in their training, because horses are big and strong and can hurt you in a split second if you're not paying attention.
Then there are horses like Charlie. He's calm one moment, then freaking out the next. If he has time to get comfortable, he'll be okay, but he might suddenly decide he's not okay after all, and that's when he's the most dangerous.
We did everything right with Charlie. We took it slow. We gave him all the time he wanted to get used to everything we were doing, but somewhere in that little brain of his, he came to the conclusion that we were hurting him and he had to fight back.
The first thing he does is try to rear up. That doesn't work, because I have the reins looped tight around Amber's saddle horn.
Smart horse that he is, he whips his head around and takes a massive bite out of my arm. I yell, but hold onto the reins, even though it fucking hurts!
Monty jumps off and grabs the bridle, pulling Charlie away from me. When I see that Monty is safely on the ground, I release Charlie's reins and grab my arm where he bit me, gritting my teeth from the pain.
Monty grabs the reins in his fist and pulls Charlie to one side, talking to him, trying to calm him down, but Charlie is in full panic mode. He doesn't like the saddle now, and he's ready to fight us. He leaps straight into Monty, knocking him backward. Then Charlie rears up and strikes Monty in the face with both hooves.
I watch in horror as Monty collapses to the ground. Charlie leaps over Monty, but his rear hooves land in the middle of Monty's chest. Charlie heads for the far side of the pen, kicking and bucking.
I slide off Amber and fall to the ground next to Monty. His eyes are closed. He's out cold.
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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I chant, bending down over Monty. He's still breathing, slow and shallow, but his head is bleeding and I know he's hurt bad.
Charlie is still bucking on the far side of the pen, paying no attention to anything and headed our way. I stand up and wave my hands in the air to get his attention. "WHOA!" I shout. I run toward him. He skids to a halt, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. I grab the reins and say, "It's okay, Charlie. Settle down, buddy. Shhhh." He's quivering still, but slowly calming down. I pull him around and lead him into the nearest side stall. I should take the saddle and bridle off, but I don't have time for that right now.
I run back to Amber and take her to the stall next to Charlie's.
Then I run back, dropping to my knees next to Monty. I check his breathing again. Still slow and raspy. I jump up and sprint for the house, bursting through the back door and screaming, "Momma, call for an ambulance! Monty's hurt!"
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I stay by Monty's side until the paramedics arrive. They spend fifteen minutes checking him over, then carefully strap him onto a backboard and load him onto a gurney. I want to ride in the ambulance with him, but I have to take care of the horses. Poppa helps me.
We get the saddle and bridle off Charlie and turn him out into the pasture. Then we strip off Amber's gear and turn her out too. Poppa and I carry everything into the tack room and quickly put it away, then run for Poppa's truck. Momma is waiting for us with a folder filled with our insurance papers. We jump in the truck and Poppa breaks a few traffic laws, driving to the hospital.
I sit between them in the front seat. My legs won't hold still. I'm so fucking scared right now.
"Truman, can you tell me what happened," Poppa asks. His voice is relaxed, and that helps me to calm down.
"Charlie was acting goofy all the time we were working him," I say, "so we were being extra careful. He was okay at first when Monty got in the saddle, but then Charlie went nuts on us. He bit me and tried to break free. Monty jumped off and grabbed the reins, trying to settle Charlie down, but he reared up and�" I can't hold back the tears. I start bawling, and Momma wraps her arms around me.
"It's okay, baby," she says, rocking me gently in her arms.
"Is he going to die, Momma?" I gasp, sobbing.
"Shhh, sweetie, don't talk that way. He's in good hands now."
"But Charlie hit him hard, right in the face, Momma. And Monty just fell to the ground, completely limp. I couldn't do anything. Charlie was out of control. He ran right over Monty and trampled him, Momma. He trampled him."
She keeps rocking me, whispering soothing words in my ear.
I can't calm down. "I should have moved faster. I should have gotten off Amber and helped Monty hold the reins. I could have stopped Charlie."
Poppa places one hand on my knee and squeezes gently. "Truman Greene, you listen to me now and hear what I'm sayin'. Farming is dangerous work. You can do everything in your power to stay safe, but you're dealin' with big, powerful creatures, and sometimes things go wrong. Monty knew how dangerous it was, and that's why he taught you all the extra steps you can take when training horses. Even when you take every possible precaution, it can still go wrong, and when it does, you may find yourself in a position where you can't stop it from going bad. You do your best and pray it will work out. Now here's what I need you to understand, son. Truman, what happened is not your fault."
I turn bleary eyes to look at Poppa and sob, "It's not?"
"No, Truman. It was an accident, and you reacted quick and smart. After Charlie panicked, how did the horses get into the side pens?"
"I ... uhhh ... I put them there, so they wouldn't hurt Monty."
"And then what did you do?" Poppa asks.
"I ran to the house and told Momma to call for help."
Poppa nods his head. "Your quick thinking may have saved Monty's life, son. You didn't do anything wrong. You did everything right."
I stop blubbering and wipe my nose on my sleeve. Momma doesn't say anything for once. I guess this is one time when she's okay with me wiping my nose on my shirt.
I turn to Momma and say, "Do you think it would be okay if we prayed for Monty?"
She smiles and nods, closing her eyes and bowing her head. Her voice is sweet and confident. "Good Lord Jesus, in our time of need, you always come to us with comfort and peace. We ask for your mercy toward Monty, for the miracle of healing, for strength in his body. We pray for wisdom and skill for the doctors and nurses caring for him in this moment. And we ask for your comfort for ourselves, that our hearts might be filled with courage as we wait to hear the good news that you have restored Monty in every way."
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Poppa leaves Momma and me in the waiting room at the hospital, while he drives to the school to pick up Carson and Mattie.
I'm pacing back and forth, wondering what is taking so long, when I feel a burning sensation in my arm. I roll up my sleeve and gasp. My bicep is purple from where Charlie bit me.
Momma runs up and lifts my arm, checking me carefully. "Does it hurt?" she asks.
I nod, biting my lip. "A lot," I admit.
She calls for a nurse, and soon they're taking me back to an examination room. The bone isn't broken or anything, but the skin is bleeding in a couple of places and I have a massive bruise developing. They clean it off, wrap it in a bandage, and give Momma instructions for taking care of me for the next few days.
By the time we make it back to the waiting room, Poppa is walking in with Carson and Mattie. I run to Carson, hugging him with all my might. He holds me, knowing I need him right now. Mattie touches my shoulder, and when I look at her, her eyes are a bit red, as if she's been crying too. I hope this means we can stop hating each other so much.
Poppa looks at Momma. "Any news?"
Shaking her head, Momma replies, "Nothing yet."
Mattie walks over and hugs Momma, and the three of them talk quietly.
Carson pulls my arms from around his back and kneels down in front of me. "You doing okay, Squirt?"
I gulp and swallow hard. I don't want to start crying again.
Carson seems to understand. He takes me back into his arms and hugs me, whispering in my ear, "He'll be okay, Truman."
I sniffle and say, "He has to get better, Carson. I need him."
While we're still hugging, a doctor comes into the room and asks, "Greene family?"
We all look up. Poppa walks over to the doctor and says, "Yes. I'm CJ Greene."
The doctor nods and asks, "Monty McDowell is your hired hand?"
Poppa nods. "Yes, sir."
"I have good news. Monty is doing fine. He's stable and under observation at this time." The doctor opens a folder he's carrying and checks it. "He has a mild concussion, so that's the primary concern. He also has three broken ribs and a cracked collarbone. We have him under sedation while we check for swelling due to the concussion, but for right now, he seems to be doing fine. He might need to stay overnight, just as a precaution."
Poppa sighs with relief. A few tears roll down Momma's cheeks. Mattie whimpers a bit. Carson hugs me from behind, and I squeeze his arm in relief.
"When can we see him?" Poppa asks.
"We need a little more time to make sure he's out of danger. Why don't you folks get something to eat, then come back around 8. He should be able to have visitors by then."
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Monty looks like crap. His face is badly bruised and his eyes are red and bleary. He has a bandage around his forehead and his right arm is in a sling. He's not in pain, because of the medicine they're giving him, but that also means he's not making much sense at the moment. I think he's having a hard time remembering what happened, because he keeps asking why he's in the hospital.
"You had an accident, dear," Momma says, "but you're fine now, and as soon as the doctor says it's okay, we'll be taking you home."
"But what happened?" Monty mumbles.
"Charlie knocked you over," I say, sitting on the edge of his bed and taking his uninjured hand.
"When?" Monty asks, frowning. "I don't remember that."
"This afternoon," I say. "We were saddle breaking him, and he got wild on us."
Monty begins to panic. He looks at me and asks, "Did he hurt you?"
I lift my arm and show him my bandage. "He bit the hell out of my arm." I turn to Momma and apologize, "Sorry, Momma. I should have said, `He bit me on the arm.'"
She smiles. "It's okay, Truman."
I turn back to Monty. "He bit me good, but I held onto the reins until you could slide off and grab his bridle. You couldn't get him to settle. He went crazy and knocked you down and ran over you."
"Shit," Monty moans. "Sorry, Mrs. Greene."
We all chuckle. Monty squeezes my hand gently. "I suppose you took care of things while I was out of it?"
Poppa steps up and places a hand on my shoulder. "You'd have been proud of him, Monty. He penned up the horses, then ran to the house to get help for you."
Momma nods. "And you should see the mess Charlie made of his arm. Truman didn't complain one bit about his own injuries. All he cared about was getting you the help you needed."
Monty closes his eyes. "Good job, cowboy," he whispers as he falls asleep, still holding my hand.
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The doctor allows us to take Monty home the next day, but he orders one week bed rest and no riding bucking broncs for a couple of months. Monty feels horrible about that, but what can he do?
The entire family is there to escort him home. Momma started to insist that Carson and Mattie go on to school, but then she gave in when she realized how much they care about Monty too. Poppa has Carson drive Mattie and Momma to the hospital in our pickup. Poppa and I take Monty's old truck. A nurse pushes Monty out in a wheelchair, and when he sees the whole family waiting for him with big smiles on their faces, he reaches up to wipe his eyes. I think he almost cried.
We load him up in his pickup, with me next to him to make sure he's okay. When we get home, Carson and I work together to get Monty into the bunkhouse and onto his own bed again. Momma asks Mattie to help her get lunch started. Carson and I sit on the bed next to Monty's, and Poppa stands on the other side of him.
Montie looks miserable. He's still taking pain killers, but he's not as sleepy and confused as he was at the hospital. Instead, he's frustrated. Angry at himself.
Poppa isn't having any of that. "Monty, you know as well as I do that this kind of thing happens all the time in farming and ranching. It comes with the territory."
Monty sighs. "That ain't gonna fix the mess we're in. How am I gonna work with my body all banged up like this? I need to finish training those horses."
Poppa shakes his head. "The only thing you need to do right now is follow the doctor's orders and get yourself healthy. You're not leavin' this bed for a week."
Monty grimaces. "You can't afford to pay me for layin' around doin' nothing."
"I'm not," Poppa says, grinning. "Our insurance company is."
Monty sighs in resignation. "For how long? And you heard the doc. Even after they let me out of this bed, I can't ride for two months."
"Well," Poppa says, "it sounds like the training is gonna have to wait a while then."
"Why is that, Poppa?" I ask.
Monty and Poppa both look at me. I can tell they don't understand my question. They're probably thinking it should be obvious why the training will have to be postponed, but I don't agree.
"Why do we have to wait?" I ask. "Monty has been teaching me, and I know what we need to do. I'm a good rider, Poppa. You've always said I am. Why can't I train the horses, with Monty watching and telling me what to do?"
Carson chuckles. "He's right, Poppa. You told me last week that he's a natural horseman, better than me."
"It's not about how strong you are, Poppa," I add. "It's about understanding the horses, knowing how they move, and working with them. I'm good at that. I can do this."
Poppa looks at Monty. "What do think, lad?"
Monty looks at me and squints. He's thinking about it. He looks back at Poppa. "Well, CJ, I think your little boy is becoming a man."
Poppa gives me a good, long look, then says, "I do too." He nods his head. "Okay, boys, we'll give it a try. But I want you both to remember that your horse training crew is down to one able-bodied man." Poppa stresses the word man, making me feel extra proud. I push out my chest and sit up straight. Poppa turns to Monty and says, "You stay in this bed and let my wife nurse you back to health. No getting up and moving around until she says you can. Then you and Truman can work out how you're gonna continue the training. For the dangerous parts, when you need two riders, you can use Carson."
Carson nods. "I'll be glad to help, Poppa, because I'm quitting school."
"No." Poppa shakes his head. "I won't hear of it."
"We don't have any choice, Poppa," Carson insists. "You need me. We gotta get that seed in the ground down by the river before they release the overflow from the dam."
"I know that, Son."
"If they open the floodgates, the river will fill the bottom lands. That ground will be too soppy to work for a month. I have to quit school. They'll understand. It's a farming community. They know what it's like."
"Carson, you're gonna finish your senior year, graduate, and get ready for college."
"Poppa, you can't do this alone."
"You're right, son, but I won't be alone. Truman will be with me. While Monty is laid up recuperating next week, Truman and I will get that pasture seeded." Poppa comes around Monty's bed and motions for the two of us to stand up, then he takes us in his arms and hugs us to his chest. "I'm a blessed man. God has given me two wonderful sons, two strong men to work by my side. We'll manage."
Carson asks, "Would it be okay if I just talk to the school? Maybe I can do like Truman. Do my school work at home, and go in when it's time for final exams."
Poppa nods. "Go ahead and ask. See what they say. But don't worry about this next week. Truman and I will get it done."
Poppa is making me so proud right now. For the first time in my life, I know for a fact that I'm one of the men of the family, and the farm is going to succeed because I'm working it. Carson looks at me and I can see that he believes in me too, but he's bound and determined to pull his own weight. That's just how we've been raised. We work together. We work hard. And when one of us needs help, the rest of us come running.
I'm glad I'm a part of this family.
Whether he expected it or not, Monty's a part of this family now too.
The end of BROKEN, Chapter Seventeen | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Broken Chapter 17</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
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<h2>Chapter Seventeen<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>Monday morning, Monty has me saddle up Amber. She's an older
mare, very calm and dependable. Cinnamon is actually Amber's daughter, so the
two have similar personalities. Quiet, but intelligent and curious. While I'm
saddling Amber, Monty is lunging Cinnamon to work out her excess energy. She's
moving nice, trotting and galloping around the pen while Monty stands in the
middle, holding the end of the lunge line.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He brings Cinnamon to a halt and calls her to the center of
the pen. When Cinnamon stops in front of him, he changes out the halter for a
hackamore bridle. I ride Amber up next to Cinnamon and hold her bridle. Monty hands
me the reins and I loop them around Amber's saddle horn, keeping Cinnamon on a
very short lead. She seems completely relaxed, standing next to her mother.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty slowly drapes the saddle blanket over Cinnamon's back.
Then he adds a saddle. It's heavier than the one we've been training them with,
so Cinnamon snorts and flips her ears back and forth, but she doesn't move and
stands quietly. Monty pulls the cinch strap under her belly and tightens it. She
grunts when she feels it constricting her chest. Monty pats her shoulder and
talks softly to her, telling her she's a good girl. He pulls the cinch again,
making it tight. You have to watch horses. Sometimes they hold their breath
when they feel you tightening the cinch, and you'll think it's tight, but when
they breathe out, it will be loose and the saddle will roll on you. I'm not
kidding. Horses are super smart, and you have to be smarter.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty tries to slide his fingers between her chest and the
cinch strap. Good and tight. He nods at me. I grip the reins.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He doesn't climb straight into the saddle, but pulls himself
up sideways, leaning over her back with just his chest resting on the seat of
the saddle and his legs hanging down on the side. She grunts again, but doesn't
seem to mind.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Good girl," he says. I begin leading Cinnamon around the
ring at a walk with Monty draped over the saddle. We're doing it this way so
she can get used to the idea of a human's weight on her back. If she shies away
or bucks, Monty can slide right off without getting hurt.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We walk all the way around the round pen without any
trouble. Cinnamon is doing great.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty signals for me to stop. It's time for the biggest step
of all.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We talked about this last night and decided that I would be
the one to actually climb into the saddle and ride her. I'm lighter than Monty,
and he's stronger, so Cinnamon won't mind my weight and he'll stand a better
chance of holding her if she starts bucking. Monty has seen me ride. He knows I
have a good seat. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty mounts Amber, holding onto Cinnamon's reins. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I walk to Cinnamon's side and stroke her neck. "This is
going to be fine, Cinnamon. You're a big, strong girl, but you know I'm going
to take good care of you, right? <span>So</span> you listen and do
everything we tell you." I take the saddle horn in my left hand, turn the
stirrup so I can slide in my left foot, then hop on my right foot and pull
myself up into the saddle, throwing my right leg over her back. Cinnamon
shivers nervously, but doesn't move. I kick my right foot into the other
stirrup and settle myself into the saddle.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty is watching carefully. He can see that Cinnamon is
unsure of herself, but there's no sign she's getting ready to buck. He gives Amber
a light <span>tap</span> in the side with his heels and starts her
walking slowly forward, tugging on Cinnamon's reins to get her to follow.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We walk around the round pen for ten minutes. It's going
great, so Monty stops Amber and dismounts. He walks in front of Cinnamon, strokes
her cheek, and passes the reins up to me. I take them in one hand, but I keep
my other hand tight around the saddle horn. Then I nod at Monty to let him know
I'm ready. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty steps over to Amber and swings into the saddle. He
wants to be ready in case Cinnamon starts acting up. I might need him to grab
me and get me off her back quickly, if I get in trouble.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>So far, Cinnamon is doing fantastic. Her ears are flicking
back and forth. She's curious about what we're doing, but not nervous or upset.
She trusts us.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I gently touch her sides with my heels and say, "Walk."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>She tosses her head and steps forward. Monty has Amber walk
next to Cinnamon, and for the first time in her life, Cinnamon is allowing a
human to ride her. I click my tongue and send her into a trot. We move smoothly
around the pen. I'm guiding her with the reins, turning her, bringing her down
to a walk, and then twisting my body to tell her I want her to turn and head in
the other direction. We walk, we trot, and I slow her to a walk again and bring
her to a stop. I slide off and give her a big hug around the neck. "Good girl!"
I exclaim.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>And with that, we've saddle broken the first of the
two-year-<span>old's</span>. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>After lunch, Monty decides to work with Charlie. He thinks
we'll need more time with him than we did on Cinnamon. Charlie's been taking
the training well, but he's not as dependable as Cinnamon. He has moments when
he rebels a little, so we may have to take it slower and accept a few false
starts.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>As before, we're using Amber as the buddy horse. Monty
saddles her up in a side pen while I lunge Charlie in the middle of the round
pen. He's moving good at the end of the lunge line, following my verbal
commands and watching me as he circles the pen. Maybe he'll be fine. I suppose
it's still a good idea to be cautious, but I'm feeling optimistic that Charlie
will take to the saddle breaking as smoothly as Cinnamon did.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When Charlie has warmed up nicely, I pull him toward me and
stop him in the middle of the ring. I remove his halter and slide the hackamore
bridle in place. He tosses his head and even takes a small nip at me. Not a
good sign. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"He's feisty today," I call to Monty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Yeah. I saw him try to bite you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Should we work with Misty instead?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Nah," Monty replies. "We'll have to break the colts sooner
or later." He rides Amber into the round pen and stops her next to Charlie. I
pass the bridle reins up to him, and he loops them around the saddle horn.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Charlie is fidgety, shifting his rear end around. Monty
talks to him. "Woah there, Charlie. Easy, boy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I bring the blanket over and rub it on Charlie's shoulder
and side. He snorts, then sniffs it. "You know what this is," I say. "We've
done this before, Charlie." I gently slide it onto his back, watching him. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He doesn't seem to mind, so I put the saddle on next. He's
still standing calmly. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I reach underneath him and pull the cinch strap up, feed it
through the buckle, and begin pulling it tight. Charlie's eyes open wide. This
is new for him, and I can tell he's not entirely comfortable with it. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I speak softly to him, rubbing his neck as I slowly pull the
cinch tight. I keep stroking him, and when he settles back down, I pull the
cinch tighter, buckling it in place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Let's walk him around for a bit like this," Monty suggests.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I agree. Charlie is staying keyed up each time we do
something new, and there's no telling how he'll respond if we go too fast.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty walks Amber around the pen, leading Charlie. This
seems to help, because Charlie stops dancing around and settles into a slow,
calm walk. When they get back around to where I'm standing, Monty stops the
horses. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I move next to Charlie and push down on the saddle with just
my hands, letting him know that more weight is coming. He doesn't react, so I
pull myself up until my upper body is resting on the saddle, with my legs
hanging down to the side. Charlie isn't exactly happy with what I'm doing, but
he tolerates it. Monty kicks Amber into a slow walk, leading Charlie around
with me hanging off the side.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>After a minute, Monty stops Amber and looks at me and
Charlie. Frowning, Monty says, "He's still acting skittish, but let's see how
he does with a rider. Switch with me, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod. We've talked about this too. It's risky the first
time you climb into the saddle with any unbroken horse. We both felt good about
me riding Cinnamon, but Charlie is a different beast altogether. Even with me
riding Amber next to Charlie, we have no guarantee that Charlie won't panic the
first time he feels Monty in the saddle.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I mount Amber and position her next to Charlie. Monty passes
me the reins to Charlie's bridle. I loop them around Amber's saddle horn and
make sure I have a good grip on them.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty sees me <span>nod</span> that I'm ready,
so he grabs the saddle horn and swings gracefully up onto Charlie's back
without using the stirrup.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Everything is fine for three seconds, then all hell breaks
loose.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>There are horses that you know you better watch yourself
with. Chance is one. He makes it clear that he's looking for every opportunity
to cause mischief. We know Chance is that way, so we're extra careful with him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Other horses are consistent and dependable. Misty and
Cinnamon have been that way from the start. They listen and do just what we
say. We're still cautious at every step in their training, because horses are
big and strong and can hurt you in a split second if you're not paying
attention.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Then there are horses like Charlie. He's calm one moment,
then freaking out the next. If he has time to get comfortable, he'll be okay,
but he might suddenly decide he's not okay after all, and that's when he's the
most dangerous.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We did everything right with Charlie. We took it slow. We
gave him all the time he wanted to get used to everything we were doing, but
somewhere in that little brain of his, he came to the conclusion that we were
hurting him and he had to fight back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The first thing he does is try to rear up. That doesn't
work, because I have the reins looped tight around Amber's saddle horn.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Smart horse that he is, he whips his head around and takes a
massive bite out of my arm. I yell, but hold onto the reins, even though it fucking
hurts!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty jumps off and grabs the bridle, pulling Charlie away
from me. When I see that Monty is safely on the ground, I release Charlie's
reins and grab my arm where he bit me, gritting my teeth from the pain. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty grabs the reins in his fist and pulls Charlie to one
side, talking to him, trying to calm him down, but Charlie is in full panic
mode. He doesn't like the saddle now, and he's ready to fight us. He leaps
straight into Monty, knocking him backward. Then Charlie rears up and strikes
Monty in the face with both hooves.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I watch in horror as Monty collapses to the ground. Charlie
leaps over Monty, but his rear hooves land in the middle of Monty's chest. Charlie
heads for the far side of the pen, kicking and bucking.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I slide off Amber and fall to the ground next to Monty. His
eyes are closed. He's out cold.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I chant, bending down over Monty. He's
still breathing, slow and shallow, but his head is bleeding and I know he's
hurt bad. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Charlie is still bucking on the far side of the pen, paying
no attention to anything and headed our way. I stand up and wave my hands in
the air to get his attention. "WHOA!" I shout. I run toward him. He skids to a
halt, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. I grab the reins and say, "It's okay,
Charlie. Settle down, buddy. <span>Shhhh</span>." He's quivering
still, but slowly calming down. I pull him around and lead him into the nearest
side stall. I should take the saddle and bridle off, but I don't have time for
that right now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I run back to Amber and take her to the stall next to
Charlie's.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Then I run back, dropping to my knees next to Monty. I check
his breathing again. Still slow and raspy. I jump up and sprint for the house,
bursting through the back door and screaming, "Momma, call for an ambulance! Monty's
hurt!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I stay by Monty's side until the paramedics arrive. They
spend fifteen minutes checking him over, then carefully strap him onto a
backboard and load him onto a gurney. I want to ride in the ambulance with him,
but I have to take care of the horses. Poppa helps me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We get the saddle and bridle off Charlie and turn him out
into the pasture. Then we strip off Amber's gear and turn her out too. Poppa
and I carry everything into the tack room and quickly put it away, then run for
Poppa's truck. Momma is waiting for us with a folder filled with our insurance
papers. We jump in the truck and Poppa breaks a few traffic laws, driving to the
hospital.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I sit between them in the front seat. My legs won't hold
still. I'm so fucking scared right now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Truman, can you tell me what happened," Poppa asks. His
voice is relaxed, and that helps me to calm down.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Charlie was acting goofy all the time we were working him,"
I say, "so we were being extra careful. He was okay at first when Monty got in
the saddle, but then Charlie went nuts on us. He bit me and tried to break
free. Monty jumped off and grabbed the reins, trying to settle Charlie down,
but he reared up and�" I can't hold back the tears. I start bawling, and Momma
wraps her arms around me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It's okay, baby," she says, rocking me gently in her arms.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Is he going to die, Momma?" I gasp, sobbing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"<span>Shhh</span>, sweetie, don't talk that
way. He's in good hands now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"But Charlie hit him hard, right in the face, Momma. And
Monty just fell to the ground, completely limp. I couldn't do anything. Charlie
was out of control. He ran right over Monty and trampled him, Momma. He
trampled him."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>She keeps rocking me, whispering soothing words in my ear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I can't calm down. "I should have moved faster. I should
have gotten off Amber and helped Monty hold the reins. I could have stopped Charlie."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa places one hand on my knee and squeezes gently. "Truman
Greene, you listen to me now and hear what I'm <span>sayin</span>'.
Farming is dangerous work. You can do everything in your power to stay safe,
but you're <span>dealin</span>' with big, powerful creatures, and
sometimes things go wrong. Monty knew how dangerous it was, and that's why he
taught you all the extra steps you can take when training horses. Even when you
take every possible precaution, it can still go wrong, and when it does, you
may find yourself in a position where you can't stop it from going bad. You do
your best and pray it will work out. Now here's what I need you to understand,
son. Truman, <b><i>what happened is not your fault</i></b>."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn bleary eyes to look at Poppa and sob, "It's not?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No, Truman. It was an accident, and you reacted quick and
smart. After Charlie panicked, how did the horses get into the side pens?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I ... <span>uhhh</span> ... I put them there, so
they wouldn't hurt Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"And then what did you do?" Poppa asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I ran to the house and told Momma to call for help."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa nods his head. "Your quick thinking may have saved
Monty's life, son. You didn't do anything wrong. You did everything right."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I stop blubbering and wipe my nose on my sleeve. Momma
doesn't say anything for once. I guess this is one time when she's okay with me
wiping my nose on my shirt.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn to Momma and say, "Do you think it would be okay if
we prayed for Monty?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>She smiles and nods, closing her eyes and bowing her head. Her
voice is sweet and confident. "Good Lord Jesus, in our time of need, you always
come to us with comfort and peace. We ask for your mercy toward Monty, for the
miracle of healing, for strength in his body. We pray for wisdom and skill for
the doctors and nurses caring for him in this moment. And we ask for your
comfort for ourselves, that our hearts might be filled with courage as we wait
to hear the good news that you have restored Monty in every way."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa leaves Momma and me in the waiting room at the
hospital, while he drives to the school to pick up Carson and Mattie.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm pacing back and forth, wondering what is taking so long,
when I feel a burning sensation in my arm. I roll up my sleeve and gasp. My
bicep is purple from where Charlie bit me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Momma runs up and lifts my arm, checking me carefully. "Does
it hurt?" she asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I nod, biting my lip. "A lot," I admit.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>She calls for a nurse, and soon they're taking me back to an
examination room. The bone isn't broken or anything, but the skin is bleeding
in a couple of places and I have a massive bruise developing. They clean it
off, wrap it in a bandage, and give Momma instructions for taking care of me
for the next few days.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>By the time we make it back to the waiting room, Poppa is
walking in with Carson and Mattie. I run to Carson, hugging him with all my
might. He holds me, knowing I need him right now. Mattie touches my shoulder,
and when I look at her, her eyes are a bit red, as if she's been crying too. I
hope this means we can stop hating each other so much.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa looks at Momma. "Any news?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Shaking her head, Momma replies, "Nothing yet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mattie walks over and hugs Momma, and the three of them talk
quietly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson pulls my arms from around his back and kneels down in
front of me. "You doing okay, Squirt?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I gulp and swallow hard. I don't want to start crying again.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson seems to understand. He takes me back into his arms
and hugs me, whispering in my ear, "He'll be okay, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I sniffle and say, "He has to get better, Carson. I need
him."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>While we're still hugging, a doctor comes into the room and
asks, "Greene family?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We all look up. Poppa walks over to the doctor and says,
"Yes. I'm CJ Greene."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The doctor nods and asks, "Monty McDowell is your hired
hand?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa nods. "Yes, sir."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I have good news. Monty is doing fine. He's stable and
under observation at this time." The doctor opens a folder he's carrying and
checks it. "He has a mild concussion, so that's the primary concern. He also
has three broken ribs and a cracked collarbone. We have him under sedation
while we check for swelling due to the concussion, but for right now, he seems
to be doing fine. He might need to stay overnight, just as a precaution."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa sighs with relief. A few tears roll down Momma's
cheeks. Mattie whimpers a bit. Carson hugs me from behind, and I squeeze his
arm in relief. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"When can we see him?" Poppa asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"We need a little more time to make sure he's out of danger.
Why don't you folks get something to eat, then come back around 8. He should be
able to have visitors by then."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty looks like crap. His face is badly bruised and his
eyes are red and bleary. He has a bandage around his forehead and his right arm
is in a sling. He's not in pain, because of the medicine they're giving him,
but that also means he's not making much sense at the moment. I think he's
having a hard time remembering what happened, because he keeps asking why he's
in the hospital. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You had an accident, dear," Momma says, "but you're fine
now, and as soon as the doctor says it's okay, we'll be taking you home."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"But what happened?" Monty mumbles.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Charlie knocked you over," I say, sitting on the edge of
his bed and taking his uninjured hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"When?" Monty asks, frowning. "I don't remember that."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"This afternoon," I say. "We were saddle breaking him, and
he got wild on us."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty begins to panic. He looks at me and asks, "Did he hurt
you?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I lift my arm and show him my bandage. "He bit the hell out
of my arm." I turn to Momma and apologize, "Sorry, Momma. I should have said,
`He bit me on the arm.'"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>She smiles. "It's okay, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I turn back to Monty. "He bit me good, but I held onto the
reins until you could slide off and grab his bridle. You couldn't get him to
settle. He went crazy and knocked you down and ran over you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Shit," Monty moans. "Sorry, Mrs. Greene."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We all chuckle. Monty squeezes my hand gently. "I suppose
you took care of things while I was out of it?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa steps up and places a hand on my shoulder. "You'd have
been proud of him, Monty. He penned up the horses, then ran to the house to get
help for you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Momma nods. "And you should see the mess Charlie made of his
arm. Truman didn't complain one bit about his own injuries. All he cared about
was getting you the help you needed."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty closes his eyes. "Good job, cowboy," he whispers as he
falls asleep, still holding my hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The doctor allows us to take Monty home the next day, but he
orders one week bed rest and no riding bucking broncs for a couple of months. Monty
feels horrible about that, but what can he do?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The entire family is there to escort him home. Momma started
to insist that Carson and Mattie go on to school, but then she gave in when she
realized how much they care about Monty too. Poppa has Carson drive Mattie and
Momma to the hospital in our pickup. Poppa and I take Monty's old truck. A
nurse pushes Monty out in a wheelchair, and when he sees the whole family
waiting for him with big smiles on their faces, he reaches up to wipe his eyes.
I think he almost cried.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We load him up in his pickup, with me next to him to make
sure he's okay. When we get home, Carson and I work together to get Monty into
the bunkhouse and onto his own bed again. Momma asks Mattie to help her get
lunch started. Carson and I sit on the bed next to Monty's, and Poppa stands on
the other side of him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Montie looks miserable. He's still taking pain killers, but
he's not as sleepy and confused as he was at the hospital. Instead, he's
frustrated. Angry at himself. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa isn't having any of that. "Monty, you know as well as
I do that this kind of thing happens all the time in farming and ranching. It
comes with the territory."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty sighs. "That ain't <span>gonna</span> fix
the mess we're in. How am I <span>gonna</span> work with my body
all banged up like this? I need to finish training those horses."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa shakes his head. "The only thing you need to do right
now is follow the doctor's orders and get yourself healthy. You're not <span>leavin</span>' this bed for a week."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty grimaces. "You can't afford to pay me for <span>layin</span>' around <span>doin</span>' nothing."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I'm not," Poppa says, grinning. "Our insurance company is."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty sighs in resignation. "For how long? And you heard the
doc. Even after they let me out of this bed, I can't ride for two months."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Well," Poppa says, "it sounds like the training is <span>gonna</span> have to wait a while then."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why is that, Poppa?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty and Poppa both look at me. I can tell they don't
understand my question. They're probably thinking it should be obvious why the
training will have to be postponed, but I don't agree.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Why do we have to wait?" I ask. "Monty has been teaching
me, and I know what we need to do. I'm a good rider, Poppa. You've always said
I am. Why can't I train the horses, with Monty watching and telling me what to
do?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson chuckles. "He's right, Poppa. You told me last week
that he's a natural horseman, better than me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"It's not about how strong you are, Poppa," I add. "It's about
understanding the horses, knowing how they move, and working with them. I'm
good at that. I can do this."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa looks at Monty. "What do think, lad?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Monty looks at me and squints. He's thinking about it. He
looks back at Poppa. "Well, CJ, I think your little boy is becoming a man."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa gives me a good, long look, then says, "I do too." He
nods his head. "Okay, boys, we'll give it a try. But I want you both to
remember that your horse training crew is down to one able-bodied <b><i>man</i></b>."
Poppa stresses the word man, making me feel extra proud. I push out my chest
and sit up straight. Poppa turns to Monty and says, "You stay in this bed and
let my wife nurse you back to health. No getting up and moving around until she
says you can. Then you and Truman can work out how you're <span>gonna</span>
continue the training. For the dangerous parts, when you need two riders, you
can use Carson."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson nods. "I'll be glad to help, Poppa, because I'm
quitting school."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"No." Poppa shakes his head. "I won't hear of it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"We don't have any choice, Poppa," Carson insists. "You need
me. We <span>gotta</span> get that seed in the ground down by the
river before they release the overflow from the dam."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"I know that, Son."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"If they open the floodgates, the river will fill the bottom
lands. That ground will be too soppy to work for a month. I have to quit school.
They'll understand. It's a farming community. They know what it's like."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Carson, you're <span>gonna</span> finish your
senior year, graduate, and get ready for college."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"Poppa, you can't do this alone."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"You're right, son, but I won't be alone. Truman will be
with me. While Monty is laid up recuperating next week, Truman and I will get
that pasture seeded." Poppa comes around Monty's bed and motions for the two of
us to stand up, then he takes us in his arms and hugs us to his chest. "I'm a
blessed man. God has given me two wonderful sons, two strong men to work by my
side. We'll manage."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson asks, "Would it be okay if I just talk to the school?
Maybe I can do like Truman. Do my school work at home, and go in when it's time
for final exams."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa nods. "Go ahead and ask. See what they say. But don't
worry about this next week. Truman and I will get it done."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Poppa is making me so proud right now. For the first time in
my life, I know for a fact that I'm one of the men of the family, and the farm
is going to succeed because I'm working it. Carson looks at me and I can see
that he believes in me too, but he's bound and determined to pull his own
weight. That's just how we've been raised. We work together. We work hard. And
when one of us needs help, the rest of us come running.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm glad I'm a part of this family.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Whether he expected it or not, Monty's a part of this family
now too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Seventeen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chase-and-grayson/chase-and-grayson-2 | Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2019 19:04:36 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Chase-and-Grayson pt2 Celebrity gay Chase-and-Grayson pt 2 Celebrity GayThis story is not true, it is Fantasy only, nothing in this story is realplease remember to donate, everything helpsstaring Chase and Grayson and Savannah Christley With the school swim party getting even closer, Grayson worries he wont know how to swim good enough, hoping Brother chase will be home soon. the weather is way hot and Chase is always running late.Grayson can only sit on steps of pool kicking legs, remembering that was one of the things Chase taught him before. hearing the sliding glass door shut, looking back, seeing sister Savannah coming out, holding her towel and lotion. what is she doing here? he thinks, Chase will be home soon, and now Savannah wants to layout and maybe swim, what are you doing Grayson? Savanna says as she lays her towel down on lounge chair. Chase is suppose to be here and help me learn to swim, but is late as usual. Grayson looking at his sister even more as she drops her wrap and standing in bikini next to lounge chair.Well you know you cant count on Chase for anything, id help you but i have a shoot coming up and need to tan, and dont want hair getting wet. after last lesson with Chase, Grayson has been getting his young hardon almost everyday, now getting one as he looks at sister laying out. seeing her tan skin, and boobs in bikini top,her rubbing lotion on her stomach and chest, arms and shoulders.Grayon thinking to himself that he better stay in water so she doesnt notice him getting young hardon in swimsuit.He remembers how Chase liked touching his bellybutton under water while he layed across Chase arms above the water.Grayson begins playing with his own bellybutton under the water, thinking maybe she likes her bellybutton being touched and maybe touching mine like Chase did. Sorry im late, Grayson hears as sliding glass door closes again, Chase finally showed up, tossing his towel to ground, stepping into the pool, seeing Savannah laying out, sunglasses and earbuds, probably has no idea Chase has arrived, Chase stands beside Grayson, Ok Grayson, lets continue, lay on my arms and lets get you kicking and paddling,feeling Graysons smooth stomach and chest across his arms, Grayson wonders if this lesson will be like last one was, but with Savannah there, probably not. as Chase holds him over the water, letting him kick, Chases fingers playing with Grayson little bellybutton under the water, knowing Savannah cant see.Grayson still kicking and paddling like nothing is going on, Both looking over seeing if Savannah is looking or even paying attention to them in pool, knowing she cant hear with earbuds in, Chase running his fingers along his younger brothers stomach and chest under water even more, fingering his young innie bellybutton.Chase, slides hand over front of Grayson's swimsuit, feeling his young penis pressing swimsuit,Grayson knowing Chase probably will get hardon if touches his bellybutton too. Grayson sticks finger in chase's bellybutton, slowly touching just above water.Chase slips hand into Grayson's swimsuit, feeling his young hardon, rubbing it making small ripples in the water.more Chase touches his penis, more Grayson touches Chase's bellybutton. They happen to look over and Savannah and seeing her actually playing with her own bellybutton, her finger making little circles inside, playing with her own bellybutton like Chase and Grayson were each others. What are you both staring at? Savanna says with a giggle, Like i cant see what you two are doing, you are not in that deep of water, and Chase who taught you how to swim? me, yes, Grayson, I taught Chase to swim and he liked playing with my bellybutton as much as i played with his,Grayson not hearing anything else being touched, maybe Savannah didnt know the touching of penis under water. Savannah stands up, putting her earbuds down and steps into pool, her hands over her head, holding her hair up so wont get wet. Chase grabs Grayson's hand touching it to Savannah's stomach, his finger touching her bellybutton, making little circles inside, feeling her stomach go in and out as she breathes, still slippery from lotion.Grayson can't help but look at sisters boobs in bikini top. Chase watches as Savanna begins playing with Grayson's little bellybutton now just above the water. Both Chase and Grayson having hardon's below the water in swimsuits. As Savannah tickles along Grayson's stomach and now touching young chest, Chase watches and slowly reaches behind Savannah, untieing her bikini top from her neck, making it drop in front, exposing her breasts. OMG Chase, I can't believe you did that right now, Savanna says, looking down, seeing them both staring at sisters now exposed breasts. Hey Savannah, fair is fair, you see our chests giggling Chase moving behind his sister, grabbing her wrists, holding them together stretched over her head. Hey Grayson, play with her chest like she played with yours. OMG are you both serious right now? Savannah says while trying to twist. Chase watches his younger brother's young hand touching his sisters bare breasts. Savannah puts up a little struggle, but not fighting, his small hand barely covering boob, feeling his first ever boob and just happens to be his older sisters.Chase tells Grayson, lick her bellybutton while touching boob. Grayson leans down and licks Savannah's bellybutton, hearing her breathing faster, not protesting. after a minute Savanna says, this isnt fair, chase agrees and lets her wrists go and grabs Grayson's in the same way, allowing Savannah to touch her youngest brothers smooth stomach and bellybutton while stretched.Chase grabbing Savanna's hand with one of his, slowly sliding it down below Grayson's bellybutton into Grayson's swimsuit, OMG, Grayson, you have a young boy hardon here. Her fingers lightly tickle in swimsuit. Chase watching over young brothers shoulder as sister rubs young penis like if it was her boyfriends, Grayson can see Chase's free hand reaching over touching their sisters boobs while sister is touching his young penis. hearing the Garage door openin with noisy chain, they know someone is getting home, Savanna quickly tieing up her bikini top. Savannah says to both, no one can know we did this as she grabs earbuds and continues to layout to work on her tan TO BE CONTINUED | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2019 19:04:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Chase-and-Grayson pt2 Celebrity gay
Chase-and-Grayson pt 2
Celebrity GayThis story is not true, it is Fantasy only, nothing in this
story is realplease remember to donate, everything helpsstaring Chase and
Grayson and Savannah Christley With the school swim party getting even
closer, Grayson worries he wont know how to swim good enough, hoping
Brother chase will be home soon.
the weather is way hot and Chase is always running late.Grayson can only
sit on steps of pool kicking legs, remembering that was one of the things
Chase taught him before. hearing the sliding glass door shut, looking back,
seeing sister Savannah coming out, holding her towel and lotion. what is
she doing here? he thinks, Chase will be home soon, and now Savannah wants
to layout and maybe swim, what are you doing Grayson? Savanna says as she
lays her towel down on lounge chair. Chase is suppose to be here and help
me learn to swim, but is late as usual. Grayson looking at his sister even
more as she drops her wrap and standing in bikini next to lounge chair.Well
you know you cant count on Chase for anything, id help you but i have a
shoot coming up and need to tan, and dont want hair getting wet.
after last lesson with Chase, Grayson has been getting his young hardon
almost everyday, now getting one as he looks at sister laying out. seeing
her tan skin, and boobs in bikini top,her rubbing lotion on her stomach and
chest, arms and shoulders.Grayon thinking to himself that he better stay in
water so she doesnt notice him getting young hardon in swimsuit.He
remembers how Chase liked touching his bellybutton under water while he
layed across Chase arms above the water.Grayson begins playing with his own
bellybutton under the water, thinking maybe she likes her bellybutton being
touched and maybe touching mine like Chase did. Sorry im late, Grayson
hears as sliding glass door closes again, Chase finally showed up, tossing
his towel to ground, stepping into the pool, seeing Savannah laying out,
sunglasses and earbuds, probably has no idea Chase has arrived,
Chase stands beside Grayson, Ok Grayson, lets continue, lay on my arms and
lets get you kicking and paddling,feeling Graysons smooth stomach and chest
across his arms, Grayson wonders if this lesson will be like last one was,
but with Savannah there, probably not. as Chase holds him over the water,
letting him kick, Chases fingers playing with Grayson little bellybutton
under the water, knowing Savannah cant see.Grayson still kicking and
paddling like nothing is going on, Both looking over seeing if Savannah is
looking or even paying attention to them in pool, knowing she cant hear
with earbuds in, Chase running his fingers along his younger brothers
stomach and chest under water even more, fingering his young innie
bellybutton.Chase, slides hand over front of Grayson's swimsuit, feeling
his young penis pressing swimsuit,Grayson knowing Chase probably will get
hardon if touches his bellybutton too. Grayson sticks finger in chase's
bellybutton, slowly touching just above water.Chase slips hand into
Grayson's swimsuit, feeling his young hardon, rubbing it making small
ripples in the water.more Chase touches his penis, more Grayson touches
Chase's bellybutton. They happen to look over and Savannah and seeing her
actually playing with her own bellybutton, her finger making little circles
inside, playing with her own bellybutton like Chase and Grayson were each
others.
What are you both staring at? Savanna says with a giggle, Like i cant see
what you two are doing, you are not in that deep of water, and Chase who
taught you how to swim? me, yes, Grayson, I taught Chase to swim and he
liked playing with my bellybutton as much as i played with his,Grayson not
hearing anything else being touched, maybe Savannah didnt know the touching
of penis under water. Savannah stands up, putting her earbuds down and
steps into pool, her hands over her head, holding her hair up so wont get
wet. Chase grabs Grayson's hand touching it to Savannah's stomach, his
finger touching her bellybutton, making little circles inside, feeling her
stomach go in and out as she breathes, still slippery from lotion.Grayson
can't help but look at sisters boobs in bikini top. Chase watches as
Savanna begins playing with Grayson's little bellybutton now just above the
water. Both Chase and Grayson having hardon's below the water in swimsuits.
As Savannah tickles along Grayson's stomach and now touching young chest,
Chase watches and slowly reaches behind Savannah, untieing her bikini top
from her neck, making it drop in front, exposing her breasts.
OMG Chase, I can't believe you did that right now, Savanna says, looking
down, seeing them both staring at sisters now exposed breasts. Hey
Savannah, fair is fair, you see our chests giggling Chase moving behind his
sister, grabbing her wrists, holding them together stretched over her
head. Hey Grayson, play with her chest like she played with yours. OMG are
you both serious right now? Savannah says while trying to twist. Chase
watches his younger brother's young hand touching his sisters bare breasts.
Savannah puts up a little struggle, but not fighting, his small hand barely
covering boob, feeling his first ever boob and just happens to be his older
sisters.Chase tells Grayson, lick her bellybutton while touching
boob. Grayson leans down and licks Savannah's bellybutton, hearing her
breathing faster, not protesting.
after a minute Savanna says, this isnt fair, chase agrees and lets her
wrists go and grabs Grayson's in the same way, allowing Savannah to touch
her youngest brothers smooth stomach and bellybutton while stretched.Chase
grabbing Savanna's hand with one of his, slowly sliding it down below
Grayson's bellybutton into Grayson's swimsuit, OMG, Grayson, you have a
young boy hardon here. Her fingers lightly tickle in swimsuit. Chase
watching over young brothers shoulder as sister rubs young penis like if it
was her boyfriends, Grayson can see Chase's free hand reaching over
touching their sisters boobs while sister is touching his young
penis. hearing the Garage door openin with noisy chain, they know someone
is getting home,
Savanna quickly tieing up her bikini top. Savannah says to both, no one
can know we did this as she grabs earbuds and continues to layout to work
on her tan
TO BE CONTINUED
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chase-and-grayson/chase-and-grayson-3 | Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2019 01:13:13 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Chase and Grayson swim lesson pt3 Chase and Grayson swim lesson pt3 featuring sister Savannah ChristleyThis story is not real, and is fantasy only, nothing in this story is actualit falls into the Celebrity Gay areaNeither in story are gay Please remember to Donate to site, everything helps and is appreciated After hearing the Garage close, Chase goes to check to find that Father Todd Christley stopped at home to get overnight bag, with plans to stay with Mom Julie at Nana Fays's house for the night with youngest Chloe, Leaving Chase, Grayson and Savannah home alone, and with Savannah's Fiance out of town its just the three of them home. Chase returning to the pool relaying what Todd told Chase, that they must stay home and watch Grayson. Savanna slightly upset that now would of been perfect time to spend with Fiance with out her Father there to interfer as he always does, never letting her and Fiance alone time. Savannah walks inside getting a water so she can continue to layout.While inside,she is unaware that now Chase has plans to getting Savannah back into the pool, waiting for her to return to her lounge chair.As Savanna walks past the pool to her lounge, Chase pushes her in, close to Grayson who is sitting on steps in shallow end.OMG Chase, why did you do that? Savannah yells, My hair is now wet and i so didn't want my hair getting wet. Chase dives into the shallow end, surrounding his sister, pushing her closer to Grayson at steps. We know you are horny for your fiance and we are gonna play with you, Pushing her up to Grayson, His hands reaching out touching her boobs again, feeling them pressing her bikini top, his young hands cupping her breasts. Are you both serious right now, you cant do this, you are my brothers. You seem to like it before and who knows where it would of went if Father didnt come home.Chase grabs Savannah's wrists holding them behind her back, looking over her shoulder watching young Grayson fondle his sisters breasts, untieing her bikini top again, making sure to get both ties, so whole top falls, leaving her breasts exposed for his young hands to cup. Grayson feels his sisters nipples getting hard, poking his small palms.Maybe what Chase said sunk in with Savannah, not having her Fiance and has been feeling horny from lack of being together and fathers interfering. OMG chase you have a boner in your swimsuit, Savannah says with her hands being held behind her back,At the same time, seeing Grayson staring at her now exposed breasts, his hands rubbing more and more, one hand slipping down, touching her bellybutton, slowly fingering it as she did his earlier, feeling her breathing faster, feeling his little fingers tickling around and inside her bellybutton. Savannah getting more and more turned on, her fingers behind her slowly wiggling against Chase's swimsuit, feeling how hard he is getting watching his younger brother touch his sister. One of her hand touching Chases stomach playing with his bellybutton behind her back, feeling his stomach sink at her tickles, but still rubbing front of his suit with other hand. Grayson remembering how Savannah put her hand inside his swimsuit earlier, feeling his young penis, He slips his hand inside Savannah's bikini bottoms, not feeling a penis, but a small patch of hair, something he hasn't gotten yet at his young age. and feeling a slit, one like he saw on young Chloe when sharing bath together, but never touched. Chase feeling his sister's body begin to shake as she feels her younger brother touching along her slit slowly more and more inside her bikini bottoms. Chase grabbing Savannah's wrist, guiding her hand from the outside of his swimsuit to the inside. Now Savannah feeling Chase's penis and its hardness.she can't stop herself from rubbing it inside, Savannah's head with still wet hair leaning back over Chase's shoulder with her eyes closed, feeling herself being fingered and now Grayson licking her bellybutton making her even more horny, making her want to rub Chase faster, feeling his body now begin to shake. Chase with his other hand reaching around Savannah, pulling Grayson's swimsuit down in front, exposing his young penis for Savannah to see as Chase begins rubbing it, feeling his young penis in its small hardness. Savannah feeling Chase's penis in her hand fully as its as hard as ever.Chase moves Grayson behind Savanna next to him, making her rub each of their penis's. They both feel her hand moving up and down and them both them reaching around fondling Savannah's breast, pinching her nipples.Chase's hand slipping down Savannah's tummy touching her bellybutton before he begins fingering his sister as Grayson did, but with more touch, making her breathing turn to slight moans.Savannah's hands moving faster and faster along both her brothers penis's, soon Chase shoots load just above the water, hitting Savannah's back.its shortly after Chase feeling Savannah's wetness getting more intense as she lets go, and Chase knowing its not just pool water. OMG you guys what did we do? this has to be so wrong Savannah says. Chase says with a giggle, ITS WHAT CHRISTLEY'S KNOW BEST!!!!!! | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2019 01:13:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Chase and Grayson swim lesson pt3
Chase and Grayson swim lesson pt3 featuring sister Savannah ChristleyThis
story is not real, and is fantasy only, nothing in this story is actualit
falls into the Celebrity Gay areaNeither in story are gay
Please remember to Donate to site, everything helps and is appreciated
After hearing the Garage close, Chase goes to check to find that Father
Todd Christley stopped at home to get overnight bag, with plans to stay
with Mom Julie at Nana Fays's house for the night with youngest Chloe,
Leaving Chase, Grayson and Savannah home alone, and with Savannah's Fiance
out of town its just the three of them home. Chase returning to the pool
relaying what Todd told Chase, that they must stay home and watch
Grayson. Savanna slightly upset that now would of been perfect time to
spend with Fiance with out her Father there to interfer as he always does,
never letting her and Fiance alone time. Savannah walks inside getting a
water so she can continue to layout.While inside,she is unaware that now
Chase has plans to getting Savannah back into the pool, waiting for her to
return to her lounge chair.As Savanna walks past the pool to her lounge,
Chase pushes her in, close to Grayson who is sitting on steps in shallow
end.OMG Chase, why did you do that? Savannah yells, My hair is now wet and
i so didn't want my hair getting wet. Chase dives into the shallow end,
surrounding his sister, pushing her closer to Grayson at steps. We know you
are horny for your fiance and we are gonna play with you,
Pushing her up to Grayson, His hands reaching out touching her boobs again,
feeling them pressing her bikini top, his young hands cupping her
breasts. Are you both serious right now, you cant do this, you are my
brothers. You seem to like it before and who knows where it would of went
if Father didnt come home.Chase grabs Savannah's wrists holding them behind
her back, looking over her shoulder watching young Grayson fondle his
sisters breasts, untieing her bikini top again, making sure to get both
ties, so whole top falls, leaving her breasts exposed for his young hands
to cup.
Grayson feels his sisters nipples getting hard, poking his small
palms.Maybe what Chase said sunk in with Savannah, not having her Fiance
and has been feeling horny from lack of being together and fathers
interfering. OMG chase you have a boner in your swimsuit, Savannah says
with her hands being held behind her back,At the same time, seeing Grayson
staring at her now exposed breasts, his hands rubbing more and more, one
hand slipping down, touching her bellybutton, slowly fingering it as she
did his earlier, feeling her breathing faster, feeling his little fingers
tickling around and inside her bellybutton. Savannah getting more and more
turned on, her fingers behind her slowly wiggling against Chase's swimsuit,
feeling how hard he is getting watching his younger brother touch his
sister. One of her hand touching Chases stomach playing with his
bellybutton behind her back, feeling his stomach sink at her tickles, but
still rubbing front of his suit with other hand. Grayson remembering how
Savannah put her hand inside his swimsuit earlier, feeling his young penis,
He slips his hand inside Savannah's bikini bottoms, not feeling a penis,
but a small patch of hair, something he hasn't gotten yet at his young
age. and feeling a slit, one like he saw on young Chloe when sharing bath
together, but never touched. Chase feeling his sister's body begin to shake
as she feels her younger brother touching along her slit slowly more and
more inside her bikini bottoms. Chase grabbing Savannah's wrist, guiding
her hand from the outside of his swimsuit to the inside. Now Savannah
feeling Chase's penis and its hardness.she can't stop herself from rubbing
it inside,
Savannah's head with still wet hair leaning back over Chase's shoulder with
her eyes closed, feeling herself being fingered and now Grayson licking her
bellybutton making her even more horny, making her want to rub Chase
faster, feeling his body now begin to shake. Chase with his other hand
reaching around Savannah, pulling Grayson's swimsuit down in front,
exposing his young penis for Savannah to see as Chase begins rubbing it,
feeling his young penis in its small hardness. Savannah feeling Chase's
penis in her hand fully as its as hard as ever.Chase moves Grayson behind
Savanna next to him, making her rub each of their penis's. They both feel
her hand moving up and down and them both them reaching around fondling
Savannah's breast, pinching her nipples.Chase's hand slipping down
Savannah's tummy touching her bellybutton before he begins fingering his
sister as Grayson did, but with more touch, making her breathing turn to
slight moans.Savannah's hands moving faster and faster along both her
brothers penis's, soon Chase shoots load just above the water, hitting
Savannah's back.its shortly after Chase feeling Savannah's wetness getting
more intense as she lets go, and Chase knowing its not just pool water. OMG
you guys what did we do? this has to be so wrong Savannah says. Chase says
with a giggle,
ITS WHAT CHRISTLEY'S KNOW BEST!!!!!!
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chase-and-grayson/chase-and-grayson-1 | Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2019 17:41:44 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Chase and Grayson Christley(Swim Lessons) Chase and Grayson Christley (swim lessons)this story is complete fantasy, nothing is real With Grayson having his middle school swim party coming up, He asks his Brother Chase to help him learn to swim. Chase agrees he should learn to swim, and with out water wings He is use to wearing in family pool. With the rest of the family out of the house, its just Chase and Grayson at home and a perfect time to teach him to swim.Grabbing their towels from inside house, going out to the pool together, both is swim suits, leaving shirts inside, They step in the shallow end of pool, stepping down steps, water now at Chases waist, water at Graysons tummy. First Chase has Grayson hold side of pool and kick his legs keeping himself a float. soon after Chase has Grayson step away from side and tells Grayson to now lean across Chase's arms so he is floating an top of the water. Grayson moves closer as Chase reaches arms under, so Graysons tummy is resting on top of Chase's arms, Chaae has him strt to kick as he did while holding side of pool. one of Chase's arms across Grayson young chest and the other across the band of Grayson's swimsuit just along his lower tummy.Chase feeling his younger brothers chest pressing his arm, as his young legs begin to kick, he has how ticklish his younger brother from times of play wrestling and tickle fights. Chase lightly tickles Grayson's sides, making him giggle, stop that chase, im trying to learn to swim here Grayson says as he wiggles. Oh Grayson, you know i like tickling you, you are the most ticklish as Chase's other hand tickles along Grayson's tummy. Grayson try's to stay above water as he squirms at Chase's tickles, ths isnt fair Chase, Grayson says while giggling, Chase giggles back as his finger finds Grayson's little bellybutton under the water, lightly playing with it, feeling Grayson breathe. with Graysons weight on Chase's arms, he cant stop Chase's finger from playing in his small innie bellybutton just below the water. Chase's other hand touching along his younger brothers chest and nips just under the water. Maybe Chase has forgotten about him suppose to be teaching his brother to swim, His fingers touching his younger brothers smooth skin along his tummy and chest, softly fingering his bellybutton.Chase all of a sudden feels his younger brothers hand reaching under the water, tickling Chase's tummy, playing with his bellybutton too. Grayson feels his brothers tummy sink in as it tickles him too. see you are ticklish too Chase, Grayson says with a giggle. Chase doesnt stop his younger brother as his little finger begins playing in Chase's bellybutton. them both now fingering each other bellybutton, Chase's just above the water, Grayson's just below the water. what started out as i swim lesson is now turning into atwo brothers home alone fingering each others bellybuttons. Grayson's arm accidently touching front of Chase's swimsuit, wow Chase, you have a boner in your swimsuit Grayson says with a giggle, Chase shocked that his brother knew these kind of things. Chase grinds the front of his swimsuit against Grayson's arm more. Yes Grayson i do, i get a boner when my bellybutton gets played with, I bet your little penis is getting tighter in your swimsuit too Grayson, as Chase tickles the front of Graysons suit under the w, both giggling.Grayson plays with Chase's bellybutton more, wanting his older brother to get even bigger boner in swimsuit. Chase tickles along his younger brothers tummy more playing in his little bellybutton more then slowly slipping his hand under band of Grayson's swimsuit feeling his hairless areas, feeling his penis not as big but tight, lightly tickling while giggling, see your penis likes it too, having your bellybutton played with Chase says. Grayson reaches slowly in Chase's swimsuit, feeling his wet pubes before feeling his older brothers penis with a boner. with no one else home, they continue tickling in each others swimsuits just below the water. Chase lets his brother now stand in shallow end of pool as they stand in front of each other, with hands still in each others suits. Grayson's other hand touching up along Chase's chest touching his nipples like Chase did to his earlier. Chase's hand slowly touching younger brothers penis more inside suit, slowly pulling them down seeing it better, Grayson pulls down Chase's suit, seeing his older brothers pubes and bigger penis.now both rubbing each others penis's under the water with suits pulled down to knees. Chase's other hand touching along his younger brothers tummy touching his bellybutton again as their penis's touch standing so close. Grayson knowing his brother likes his bellybutton played with, begins playing with Chase's bellybutton again.Chase's head leaning back loving the touch and feeling his younger brothers penis pressing his. Chase feels Grason's hand slip down below his bellybutton and feels Grayson begin to stroke his older brothers penis. Chase enjoying it and wondering if his brother has played with his own before or with other little friend of his. Its not long til Chase shoots his cum from excitement of his brothers touch and strokes. soon after they hear a car pull up in the driveway, quickly putting their swimsuits back on, we will have to continue your swim lesson tomorrow Grayson, Chase says with a giggle | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2019 17:41:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Chase and Grayson Christley(Swim Lessons)
Chase and Grayson Christley (swim lessons)this story is complete fantasy,
nothing is real
With Grayson having his middle school swim party coming up, He asks his
Brother Chase to help him learn to swim. Chase agrees he should learn to
swim, and with out water wings He is use to wearing in family pool. With
the rest of the family out of the house, its just Chase and Grayson at home
and a perfect time to teach him to swim.Grabbing their towels from inside
house, going out to the pool together, both is swim suits, leaving shirts
inside,
They step in the shallow end of pool, stepping down steps, water now at
Chases waist, water at Graysons tummy. First Chase has Grayson hold side of
pool and kick his legs keeping himself a float. soon after Chase has
Grayson step away from side and tells Grayson to now lean across Chase's
arms so he is floating an top of the water. Grayson moves closer as Chase
reaches arms under, so Graysons tummy is resting on top of Chase's arms,
Chaae has him strt to kick as he did while holding side of pool. one of
Chase's arms across Grayson young chest and the other across the band of
Grayson's swimsuit just along his lower tummy.Chase feeling his younger
brothers chest pressing his arm, as his young legs begin to kick, he has
how ticklish his younger brother from times of play wrestling and tickle
fights. Chase lightly tickles Grayson's sides, making him giggle, stop that
chase, im trying to learn to swim here Grayson says as he wiggles. Oh
Grayson, you know i like tickling you, you are the most ticklish as Chase's
other hand tickles along Grayson's tummy. Grayson try's to stay above water
as he squirms at Chase's tickles, ths isnt fair Chase, Grayson says while
giggling,
Chase giggles back as his finger finds Grayson's little bellybutton under
the water, lightly playing with it, feeling Grayson breathe. with Graysons
weight on Chase's arms, he cant stop Chase's finger from playing in his
small innie bellybutton just below the water. Chase's other hand touching
along his younger brothers chest and nips just under the water. Maybe Chase
has forgotten about him suppose to be teaching his brother to swim, His
fingers touching his younger brothers smooth skin along his tummy and
chest, softly fingering his bellybutton.Chase all of a sudden feels his
younger brothers hand reaching under the water, tickling Chase's tummy,
playing with his bellybutton too. Grayson feels his brothers tummy sink in
as it tickles him too. see you are ticklish too Chase, Grayson says with a
giggle. Chase doesnt stop his younger brother as his little finger begins
playing in Chase's bellybutton. them both now fingering each other
bellybutton, Chase's just above the water, Grayson's just below the
water. what started out as i swim lesson is now turning into atwo brothers
home alone fingering each others bellybuttons. Grayson's arm accidently
touching front of Chase's swimsuit, wow Chase, you have a boner in your
swimsuit Grayson says with a giggle,
Chase shocked that his brother knew these kind of things. Chase grinds the
front of his swimsuit against Grayson's arm more. Yes Grayson i do, i get a
boner when my bellybutton gets played with, I bet your little penis is
getting tighter in your swimsuit too Grayson, as Chase tickles the front of
Graysons suit under the w, both giggling.Grayson plays with Chase's
bellybutton more, wanting his older brother to get even bigger boner in
swimsuit. Chase tickles along his younger brothers tummy more playing in
his little bellybutton more then slowly slipping his hand under band of
Grayson's swimsuit feeling his hairless areas, feeling his penis not as big
but tight, lightly tickling while giggling, see your penis likes it too,
having your bellybutton played with Chase says. Grayson reaches slowly in
Chase's swimsuit, feeling his wet pubes before feeling his older brothers
penis with a boner. with no one else home, they continue tickling in each
others swimsuits just below the water. Chase lets his brother now stand in
shallow end of pool as they stand in front of each other, with hands still
in each others suits. Grayson's other hand touching up along Chase's chest
touching his nipples like Chase did to his earlier. Chase's hand slowly
touching younger brothers penis more inside suit, slowly pulling them down
seeing it better,
Grayson pulls down Chase's suit, seeing his older brothers pubes and bigger
penis.now both rubbing each others penis's under the water with suits
pulled down to knees. Chase's other hand touching along his younger
brothers tummy touching his bellybutton again as their penis's touch
standing so close. Grayson knowing his brother likes his bellybutton played
with, begins playing with Chase's bellybutton again.Chase's head leaning
back loving the touch and feeling his younger brothers penis pressing
his. Chase feels Grason's hand slip down below his bellybutton and feels
Grayson begin to stroke his older brothers penis. Chase enjoying it and
wondering if his brother has played with his own before or with other
little friend of his.
Its not long til Chase shoots his cum from excitement of his brothers
touch and strokes. soon after they hear a car pull up in the driveway,
quickly putting their swimsuits back on, we will have to continue your swim
lesson tomorrow Grayson, Chase says with a giggle
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By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Twelve
Monty is the first to break our tearful hug. "Now you know, Truman."
I shake my head from side to side. "I'm sorry I kept asking, Monty. I didn't want�"
He hushes me and pulls me back into a tight hug. "It's okay, Truman. I needed to tell you what happened to Jonas."
"Are you okay, Monty?" I whisper into his chest.
"I am, cowboy. I'm good, but your dad is paying me to work the horses, not stand here and cry all day. We'd better get out there and get started."
I nod and slide out of his arms. We both face the bathroom sink. Cold water washes away the tears and the intense emotions we've been sharing. I'm glad he told me about Jonas, but now I'm wondering if I went too far, even if Monty did say he was okay. I think it's alright, because he gives me a tender hug before as we're leaving the bunkhouse.
For our training this morning, the only gear we need is halters and the lunge lead. We bring all four horses to the round pen and put them in side stalls. Monty has me start the lunging lessons first, with one of the colts, Chance. I connect the 25-foot-long lunge strap to Chance's halter, then lead him into the large pen.
Monty climbs up to sit on the top rail. He looks at Chance and says, "We don't want these boys getting the idea that they always go after the fillies. When it's time for the boys to work, they need to calm down and follow our commands."
I nod to show I understand. I move to the center of the round pen, turn and face Chance, and click my tongue, giggling the lunge strap slightly. Chance ignores me for a moment, then remembers that I'm in charge and snorts and jumps into a slow trot. After I have him trot around the pen twice, I hiss at him, signaling a canter. He doesn't hesitate, starting a slow, rocking lope around the ring.
Every time Chance passes in front of Monty, I notice that Monty isn't watching the colt. He's looking at me. I'm not sure why, so I begin to worry. Maybe he's regretting telling me everything. He might be thinking that it was his personal business, and I don't have a right to know about how he lost Jonas. I'm beginning to second guess myself, and my stomach is cramping up from anxiety. The colt notices and becomes agitated. I have to remind myself that the horses pick up on our emotions. This isn't the time for me to be agonizing over Monty and Jonas and what I now know. I try to clear my head and focus on the training.
"When you come back around this time, bring him to a halt," Monty says. "Make him stand calmly for half a minute. Then start him up again at a walk."
I do as Monty asks. Chance is anxious. He prances around a bit, but I talk to him. "Steady, Chance. Shhhhh. Whoa, boy." He finally stands still, turning his head to look at me. His ears twitch back, then forward. He's not sure what I'm doing, but he listens to me.
"Good job, Truman. Now walk him again."
I gently flick the strap and say, "Chance, walk." The colt's ears pivot. He's listening to me. He starts walking, slowly, ears twitching, listening.
"Same thing, cowboy. Bring him to a stop and hold him there. Teach him to stand calmly and wait for your commands."
The colt works well for me, doing exactly as I ask. I turn him and have him walk in the other direction, then trot, then canter. Stop and wait. Start again. Stop and wait more. He's got it now, and I'm bursting with pride at what we've accomplished. Around the pen one more time, and this time as Chance passes Monty, I see Poppa standing next to him, looking over the fence.
Poppa is smiling really big. "Truman, I'm so proud of you, son. You're becoming quite the cowboy!"
I want to shout, but I stay calm. "Wrangler, Poppa. I'm a horse wrangler."
Monty chuckles. He knows what I mean. Monty slides off the fence as Chance trots by and grabs the colt's halter. After unfastening the lunge strap, he leads the colt to a side pen and walks him inside. "Get out one of the fillies," Monty tells me.
I do, and Monty walks to the center of the pen while I hook Misty up to the lunge. I climb up onto the fence next to Poppa while Monty sends the filly through her paces. She's naturally talented. Intelligent. Obedient, but still spirited.
"Is she the one you want to train as a cutting horse?" Poppa asks.
"Yes, sir," Monty replies. He sends Misty into a canter, then almost immediately shouts, "Whoa!" She slides to a halt, eyes on Monty, waiting. "Walk," he says, and she starts again. He hisses and she leaps into a canter. I'm surprised to see that. We usually trot them before giving them the canter command, but Misty doesn't care. She's doing whatever Monty asks.
Poppa is nodding his head in approval. "You've convinced me, boys. And if you think the other horses can benefit from advanced training, let me know. We aren't hurting for money at the moment, so we can hold off selling these horses and make a little more after you've given them more training." Poppa slaps my knee and tells me, "Keep learning all you can, Truman. You have a real talent at this, and Monty is the best teacher you could hope to find."
"Yes, Poppa," I reply. Then I have an idea. "Poppa, I could learn a lot more if I moved into the bunkhouse with Monty for the summer."
Poppa looks at me funny. I think he might be using that mind-reading ability he has. I hope not, because I don't want him to know everything I'm thinking. I really do think it would be good if I was staying in the bunkhouse. Monty can teach me all sorts of things, mostly about horses. I just don't want Poppa to know about some of the other things I want to learn from Monty.
"We'll talk about it at lunch," Poppa says. He looks back at Monty, seems to study him carefully for a bit, then turns and heads toward the barn.
Monty lunges Misty. I watch. Monty seems okay to me. I don't notice the sadness any more. If anything, he's enjoying himself, smiling every time the filly responds to his commands. I hope it was okay, asking him about Jonas. And I hope Poppa will agree to letting me stay in the bunkhouse.
Suddenly, I'm nervous again. Will Monty be upset when he finds out what I asked Poppa? Does he want me out there with him in the bunkhouse? Maybe he likes his privacy? Oh, shit, what was I thinking?
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We finish lunging the horses and turn them out to pasture. Then we carry the tack back into the storeroom in the barn. As I'm hanging up the halters, Monty moves up next to me and puts one hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay, Truman?"
"Yeah, ummm, I'm fine. Why?"
"You seem nervous."
I am, but I don't want to admit it to Monty. Or let him know the reason why. "No, I'm fine."
Monty coils up the lunge lead and hangs it from its hook on the wall. He glances at me and says, "You're not a very good liar, you know."
He's right. I suck at lying. But if I tell him what I'm thinking, it will upset him again, so I decide to keep my mouth shut. I turn so I'm facing him, then lean back against the cabinet next to the wall and cross my arms over my chest. There's no point in pretending that I'm not nervous, but I've decided that he's not going to get me to talk.
Monty isn't having that. "We work together. And I thought we were becoming friends ... and close in other ways too. Don't you think you owe me the truth?"
I look up at Monty. My heart is in my throat, but I know he's right. I swallow my fears and say, "I'm worried that you're upset with me for pushing you to talk about Jonas."
Monty nods. He understands why I'm concerned, so he walks over next to me, turns and leans against the cabinet too. His voice is soft and reassuring as he says, "There's no need to worry, Truman. It hurts every time I think about Jonas's accident, but this time, for some reason, I needed to tell someone what happened. And to tell you the truth, it actually hurts just a little less because I shared with you."
"Then you're not upset?"
"No. I'm really not."
I turn to Monty. "Cowboy hug?" I ask.
He grins and faces me, pulling me into his arms. It's a long and tender hug, and I shiver at how good it feels.
"Thank you for helping me to open up, Truman. I really did need that."
"You're welcome, Monty." I hold onto him, loving the way our bodies are pressed together. I sigh and say, "Monty ..."
"What is it, Truman?"
"So, ummm, I kinda helped you out, right?"
"Yep."
"Then maybe you would, ummm, sort of help me out with something," I softly say.
Monty pulls away from me, but he slides his hands down to grip mine. He's holding my hands as he stares into my eyes. "With what?" he asks.
I look to the side. I'm a little embarrassed to say this. "I've been thinking, Monty, that even though I'm gay, I don't really know what it means to be gay. I need someone to teach me."
"What are you saying, Truman?"
"I want you to show me, to teach me about being a gay man."
"You mean you want me to do sex stuff with you?"
"No," I quickly say. "Well, yes. But I want more than that. I want to know what it's like to be in love with someone. And to be loved."
Monty begins shaking his head in denial, but I grip his hands even tighter and say, "Monty, I'm one thousand percent sure that I'm gay and ninety-two-point-five percent sure that I love you."
Monty's lips begin quivering. He snorts and laughs. "You're that sure, are you?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I've never been in love before, so I don't have a clue how I should be feeling. I just know I feel safe with you, and sleeping in your arms was the most exciting and crazy and wonderful thing I've ever done, and now I think about you all the time and I want to be with you every moment of the day, so I think this may be what it feels like to be in love." I pause to take a breath, and Monty is just smiling at me, enjoying my rambling explanation. "Monty, you're teaching me all about horses, but I want more. I want you to teach me this�" I reach down and cup his groin� "and this." I bring my hand up to his chest and touch his heart. "I want to understand what it means to be in love. Can you understand that?"
Monty nods, then says, "I do understand, but Truman, love isn't really something I can teach you. Love is more like something that just happens."
"Will it happen for us?"
"I'm not sure." Monty frowns and thinks for a bit. "You see, Truman, the thing is it may have happened already. My heart is telling me that I feel the same way about you that I felt about Jonas, and that scares me."
"Why?"
Monty sighs. "When I lost Jonas, it destroyed me. I was devastated and didn't want to go on living."
"Is that why you quit school and joined the army?"
"Yep, it sure is. I thought I could run away from my pain. Forget about how much I hurt. But I couldn't. It followed me, haunted me. I dreamed of Jonas every night. I could hear his voice at odd times during the day, calling to me, but when I turned around, he wasn't there. I still dream of him most nights. The first time I slept without having nightmares was when you slept in my arms."
My heart leaps in my chest. "Then it could be love," I urge. "It could be what we both need."
Monty looks down, frowning. "I'm scared to try, Truman. I don't want to hurt like that again, and I'm afraid of what will happen to me if I let myself fall in love with you. It's wonderful to think that life is giving me a second chance at love, but I'm just not ready to risk my heart like that again."
I touch his chin and lift his face so that we're looking each other in the eye. "Monty, I get it. It's your second chance at love, and the first time hurt you worse than you've ever been hurt before. And maybe it won't work out. Maybe we'll both be hurt, but I'm willing to risk it."
"I'm not sure I am, Truman. I don't want to be hurt. I sure as heck don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want that either, Monty, but I want us to try. If we don't try, you'll be throwing away your second chance and denying me my first chance before I even get started."
Monty stares into my eyes. Have I changed his mind? Have I convinced him?
I wait.
Monty blinks, then slowly leans down. His mouth is open slightly. I tilt my head up, and our lips connect. His breath is sweet; his tongue touches my lips. I push against him, sliding my tongue out, touching his. He slides one hand around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and rests his other hand on my hip, stroking my side. I place both my hands on his chest, pressing against him, not to push him away, but to feel his warmth and strength. I turn my head to the side and push deeper into the kiss. Our tongues dance, first in my mouth, then in his.
This must be love. If it isn't, I can't imagine how good it will be when we do fall in love.
The kiss ends. I stare into his eyes.
He leans in and kisses me again.
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Lunch is delicious. Momma's made beef and vegetable stew today, with homemade cornbread. I'm not sure which one I like better: her biscuits or her cornbread. They're both incredible, but the cornbread tastes better with stew. Momma dices jalape�o peppers and adds them to the batter, along with corn. It's sweet and spicy and delicious, and it goes great with the hot stew.
While we're chowing down, Poppa mentions my idea of bunking with Monty for the summer.
Momma glances at me, then looks over at Monty. I can see she's considering the idea, so I explain why I think it would be a good idea.
"Monty has taught me so much already, but I want to learn more. We're going to start breaking the horses to saddle soon, and I want to be sure I know what to do. Then Monty is going to teach the horses to cut cattle, maybe other things too, and I think I'd learn faster if I could spend more time with him, learning everything he has to teach me."
I think I've done a pretty good job presenting my case, and I'm glad I'm sitting down, because my cock is starting to swell up at the thought of some of the things Monty might teach me.
Poppa looks at Monty. "Is that okay with you? You don't mind having a stinky roommate for the summer, do you?"
Monty looks at me, surprised. I'm sure he wasn't expecting this, and he seems nervous at first until he smirks at me and jokes back with Poppa. "If he starts stinking too bad, I'll just toss him in the shower, clothes and all. Nah, I don't mind. We can plan our training sessions the next day. It should be good."
Momma and Poppa look at each other. I suspect this isn't the first time they've talked about it. I bet they talked while we were still out in the barn. I wouldn't be surprised. I've never heard Momma and Poppa argue, so I think they talk about most everything and decide long before they let the rest of us know what we're going to do.
Momma nods her head slightly, and Poppa turns to Monty and says, "I'm trusting you to keep my boy safe, Monty. Can I rely on you?" Poppa is giving Monty an intense stare, and I'm wondering what is really going on here. Why is Poppa asking Monty this question? I feel my face getting hot, and it's not from the jalape�o cornbread!
Monty is blushing too, but he looks Poppa in the eye and says, "You can count on it, Mr. Greene. I'll take good care of him."
Poppa just nods and takes another bite of cornbread.
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We spend a few hours moving my clothes and some other things I'll want from my bedroom to the bunkhouse.
Momma stops by while we're putting my things away. She takes one look at the curtains and says, "These are old and ratty. We can do better." She leaves and returns a few minutes later with another set of curtains, dark blue, made from heavier material. "These should do nicely," she says, motioning for me to help her take the old ones down and put up the new ones. "You can pull these back to let in the sunlight, or close them on the rare mornings Poppa lets you sleep in." She winks at me.
That's not the only reason I can think of for drawing the heavier curtains closed. They should give Monty and me complete privacy, when we want it.
After moving my stuff into the bunkhouse, there's not much time left for working with the horses, so Monty and I just go straight to the afternoon chores, knocking them out in no time.
After he gets home from school, Carson has me work on my back and shoulders. He doesn't say anything about why I've moved into the bunkhouse, other than to remind me to get my toothbrush and shampoo out of our bathroom. He also suggests I grab some deodorant spray; he has an extra can I can have.
During supper, Mattie is moping. She's probably heard the news too, and she's not happy about it. That's too bad. I really don't care.
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There's no bathtub in the bunkhouse, just a shower, but it's bigger than the one in the house. Big enough for two. Perfect for my first lesson.
At the moment, Monty is standing next to his bed while I close the new, heavier curtains to give us privacy.
I turn and see him biting his lip in nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this, Truman."
I'm feeling suddenly shy, but I nod my head and reply, "Completely sure."
Monty swallows hard and takes off his shirt, then drops it on the bed. He sits down and pulls off one boot. Glancing over at me, he gives me a funny frown. "Aren't you getting undressed?"
"Oh, ummm, yeah," I stutter, quickly sitting down on the bed I'm pretending I sleep in and yanking off my boots. I look up at Monty and grin bashfully. I don't know why we're acting so silly about this. We've seen each other naked. But I guess that was just playing around, and this time, it's more serious.
Monty works off his other boot and stands up. "You know, we don't have to do this tonight," he says. "We can just sleep together again, if you want. And kiss some more."
I shake my head vigorously. "No, Monty. I do want to do this. Tonight." I pull my tee-shirt over my head and drop it on the bed next to me.
"I'm just saying there's no need to rush." Monty looks a little scared, or it could be uncertainty. He's asking me if I'm sure, but I think he may be the one having second thoughts.
I stand up and move over in front of Monty. He's breathing in short, rapid, nervous pants. I stop inches away and reach up with one hand, placing it on the side of his face. With one thumb, I trace gentle circles on his cheek. The stubble on his chin tickles my thumb. He turns his head slightly, pushing against my hand. He takes my hand and moves it to his lips, kissing my palm.
I stand on my tiptoes and pucker my lips. He turns to face me and leans down, meeting my lips with his own. We kiss, gently, carefully. We're checking to see if this is still what we want. I sigh and blow out my breath. He closes his eyes and wraps me in his arms.
While he's holding me, I move my hands down to his belt buckle. It's not easy working it loose when it's not my own belt. Everything is backwards, but I get it unfastened and work the loose end out. Then I unsnap his jeans and pull them open, sliding them off his hips. Next, I pull his underwear down to join his pants, halfway down his thighs, releasing his still-soft cock. I begin fondling it, marveling at the silky texture of his skin. I rub my thumb over the cap, which causes a tiny drop of clear fluid to pool in the opening. It's a bit sticky and slippery, and I rub it all over the tip.
Monty's cock begins to swell. I stroke him slowly. He's soon fully hard, and I'm having the time of my life, slipping my hand up and down his shaft, running my fingers through his pubes, fondling his balls.
I look up at Monty. His eyes are closed. His breathing is slower now, steady, calm. He opens his eyes and sees me studying his face.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Monty?" I ask, teasingly.
He grins wryly and nods his chin toward his hard cock. "I think you have your answer there in your hands, cowboy." He reaches for my pants, works the top button loose, unzips and pulls the fabric aside. My underwear is poking out obscenely. I'm so hard, and it's a huge relief to have my pants out of the way.
Monty pulls my underwear waistband away from my body and glances down at my boner. My cock is hard, standing straight up and throbbing, more rigid than it's ever been before. It's dancing with excitement and anticipation.
I giggle and say, "As you can see, I definitely want to do this!"
We don't waste any more time removing our pants and socks. We strip off and toss our clothes all over, then Monty takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
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His hands have been over every inch of my body, gently bathing me, leaving me covered with a slippery layer of soap and water, and now he's running his fingers over my skin a second time.
My eyes are closed. I'm trying to guess where he'll go next.
He begins with my arms, moving down to my hands. He threads his fingers into mine, holding my hands like lovers do. He kisses my nose and I giggle. He releases my fingers and soaps up my wrists, my forearms, my biceps. His fingers creep into my armpits. He gently scrubs me there, then holds my arms up to rinse away the soap. He runs his hands down my sides, bumping slowly over my ribs, sliding around to caress my tummy, moving back up to my chest. He lingers on my nipples, and I giggle again because it tickles.
He turns me around and makes slow circles on my back, running one hand up and across my neck, the other down to my butt. He caresses my butt cheeks, one at a time, and slides his hands down to my legs. He runs one hand along the back of each of my legs, down my thighs, across my calves, then brings them back up again, along my inner thighs. His fingers brush across the back of my balls. I shudder and spread my legs, but he doesn't touch me there again. Instead, he turns me around and kneels down in front of me, washing the front of my legs. I open my eyes and see my cock throbbing above his head.
He looks up, his eyes seeking mine, asking permission. I nod.
Still kneeling in front of me, he takes my cock in one hand, my balls gently cupped in the other. He cleans me carefully with more soap. Each pass of his hand over the end of my cock makes my entire body shake. He adds more soap and begins slowly stroking me. I feel the exciting tingles begin, but multiplied a million times. I stand on my tiptoes. My balls pull tight in my sack. Monty's hand slides up my cock, his thumb rubbing in small circles around the tip. I cry out as my cock lurches and silver threads launch through the air, landing on Monty's shoulder.
I grab his head and pull him against my body, pressing his face against my groin, feeling tiny spurts of juice oozing out onto his cheek. I hold him there, gasping for breath, body still shaking with tiny aftershocks. I pull him to his feet and kiss him. "That was amazing, Monty," I whisper, then kiss him again.
He pulls me against his chest. His cock is hard now, squeezed between us.
"My turn," I say, rubbing his firm chest with the bar of soap I'm holding in one hand.
"I'm not that dirty," he says, grinning. "I showered while you were working out with Carson."
"So you're completely clean, everywhere?"
He nods. "Pretty much."
I lather up both my hands and grab his cock. "Here?" I ask.
He grins. "Could use another rinsing."
I slide one hand up and down his shaft and grip his spongy cap with the other. I need both hands because his cock is so thick and long compared to mine, though not as hard. Mine is still rigid as a rock; it hasn't gone down at all. His is hard on the inside, with a soft outside. I love the way it feels in my hands, and the soap is making everything wonderfully slippery.
I must be doing something right, because Monty is moaning softly now. His head is tilted down, and he's resting his forehead on my shoulder. Every now and then, he nibbles at the skin on my neck, which I really like; it makes tingles run up and down my spine. His hands are resting on my waist.
I speed up my hands, working his shaft from top to bottom and twisting the other hand around the cap. Monty groans and his entire body tenses up. I feel his cock throbbing beneath my fingers as it spurts thick globs of goo all over my chest and stomach and hands.
I hold his cock, amazed by how much it shot out. Okay, technically, it wasn't his cock splurting all over me. His balls make the spunk, and muscles at the base of his cock work together to force the cum out. I remember everything I've read about it, but it was amazing to see it in person and watch his cock flexing and feel the hot cum landing all over my body. Very exciting. Lots better than the books I've read.
Monty moves me closer to the shower head and begins washing my body where he splattered all over me. My cock is throbbing still, and he soaps me up for a second round. It takes a lot longer this time, but the explosion at the end is more intense. My balls must be working hard to keep up!
Finally, my cock begins to droop and fall asleep. Monty and I hold each other tight, our floppy cocks pressed together, our chests and bellies touching, our hands clasped around each other at the waist. He kisses me gently and I kiss him back.
I'm now ninety-eight-point-seven percent certain that I love him.
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<h1><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Chapter Twelve<o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty is the first
to break our tearful hug. "Now you know, Truman."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I shake my head
from side to side. "I'm sorry I kept asking, Monty. I didn't want�"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He hushes me and
pulls me back into a tight hug. "It's okay, Truman. I needed to tell you what
happened to Jonas."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Are you okay,
Monty?" I whisper into his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I am, cowboy. I'm
good, but your dad is paying me to work the horses, not stand here and cry all
day. We'd better get out there and get started."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I nod and slide out
of his arms. We both face the bathroom sink. Cold water washes away the tears
and the intense emotions we've been sharing. I'm glad he told me about Jonas,
but now I'm wondering if I went too far, even if Monty did say he was okay. I
think it's alright, because he gives me a tender hug before as we're leaving
the bunkhouse.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">For our training
this morning, the only gear we need is halters and the lunge lead. We bring all
four horses to the round pen and put them in side stalls. Monty has me start the
lunging lessons first, with one of the colts, Chance. I connect the 25-foot-long
lunge strap to Chance's halter, then lead him into the large pen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty climbs up to sit
on the top rail. He looks at Chance and says, "We don't want these boys getting
the idea that they always go after the fillies. When it's time for the boys to
work, they need to calm down and follow our commands."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I nod to show I
understand. I move to the center of the round pen, turn and face Chance, and
click my tongue, giggling the lunge strap slightly. Chance ignores me for a
moment, then remembers that I'm in charge and snorts and jumps into a slow
trot. After I have him trot around the pen twice, I hiss at him, signaling a
canter. He doesn't hesitate, starting a slow, rocking lope around the ring.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Every time Chance
passes in front of Monty, I notice that Monty isn't watching the colt. He's
looking at me. I'm not sure why, so I begin to worry. Maybe he's regretting
telling me everything. He might be thinking that it was his personal business,
and I don't have a right to know about how he lost Jonas. I'm beginning to
second guess myself, and my stomach is cramping up from anxiety. The colt
notices and becomes agitated. I have to remind myself that the horses pick up
on our emotions. This isn't the time for me to be agonizing over Monty and
Jonas and what I now know. I try to clear my head and focus on the training.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"When you come back
around this time, bring him to a halt," Monty says. "Make him stand calmly for
half a minute. Then start him up again at a walk."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I do as Monty asks.
Chance is anxious. He prances around a bit, but I talk to him. "Steady, Chance.
<span class="SpellE">Shhhhh</span>. Whoa, boy." He finally stands still, turning
his head to look at me. His ears twitch back, then forward. He's not sure what
I'm doing, but he listens to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Good job, Truman. Now
walk him again."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I gently flick the
strap and say, "Chance, walk." The colt's ears pivot. He's listening to me. He
starts walking, slowly, ears twitching, listening. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Same thing,
cowboy. Bring him to a stop and hold him there. Teach him to stand calmly and wait
for your commands."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">The colt works well
for me, doing exactly as I ask. I turn him and have him walk in the other
direction, then trot, then canter. Stop and wait. Start again. Stop and wait
more. He's got it now, and I'm bursting with pride at what we've accomplished. Around
the pen one more time, and this time as Chance passes Monty, I see Poppa
standing next to him, looking over the fence. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Poppa is smiling
really big. "Truman, I'm so proud of you, son. You're becoming quite the
cowboy!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I want to shout,
but I stay calm. "Wrangler, Poppa. I'm a horse wrangler."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty chuckles. He
knows what I mean. Monty slides off the fence as Chance trots by and grabs the
colt's halter. After unfastening the lunge strap, he leads the colt to a side
pen and walks him inside. "Get out one of the fillies," Monty tells me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I do, and Monty
walks to the center of the pen while I hook Misty up to the lunge. I climb up
onto the fence next to Poppa while Monty sends the filly through her paces. She's
naturally talented. Intelligent. Obedient, but still spirited.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Is she the one you
want to train as a cutting horse?" Poppa asks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Yes, sir," Monty
replies. He sends Misty into a canter, then almost immediately shouts, "Whoa!"
She slides to a halt, eyes on Monty, waiting. "Walk," he says, and she starts
again. He hisses and she leaps into a canter. I'm surprised to see that. We
usually trot them before giving them the canter command, but Misty doesn't
care. She's doing whatever Monty asks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Poppa is nodding
his head in approval. "You've convinced me, boys. And if you think the other
horses can benefit from advanced training, let me know. We aren't hurting for
money at the moment, so we can hold off selling these horses and make a little
more after you've given them more training." Poppa slaps my knee and tells me,
"Keep learning all you can, Truman. You have a real talent at this, and Monty
is the best teacher you could hope to find."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Yes, Poppa," I
reply. Then I have an idea. "Poppa, I could learn a lot more if I moved into
the bunkhouse with Monty for the summer."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Poppa looks at me
funny. I think he might be using that mind-reading ability he has. I hope not,
because I don't want him to know <b><i>everything</i></b> I'm thinking. I really
do think it would be good if I was staying in the bunkhouse. Monty can teach me
all sorts of things, mostly about horses. I just don't want Poppa to know about
some of the other things I want to learn from Monty.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"We'll talk about
it at lunch," Poppa says. He looks back at Monty, seems to study him carefully
for a bit, then turns and heads toward the barn.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty lunges Misty.
I watch. Monty seems okay to me. I don't notice the sadness any more. If
anything, he's enjoying himself, smiling every time the filly responds to his
commands. I hope it was okay, asking him about Jonas. And I hope Poppa will
agree to letting me stay in the bunkhouse. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Suddenly, I'm
nervous again. Will Monty be upset when he finds out what I asked Poppa? Does
he want me out there with him in the bunkhouse? Maybe he likes his privacy? Oh,
shit, what was I thinking?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">We finish lunging
the horses and turn them out to pasture. Then we carry the tack back into the
storeroom in the barn. As I'm hanging up the halters, Monty moves up next to me
and puts one hand on my shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Are you okay,
Truman?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Yeah, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, I'm fine. Why?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"You seem nervous."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I am, but I don't
want to admit it to Monty. Or let him know the reason why. "No, I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty coils up the
lunge lead and hangs it from its hook on the wall. He glances at me and says,
"You're not a very good liar, you know."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He's right. I suck
at lying. But if I tell him what I'm thinking, it will upset him again, so I
decide to keep my mouth shut. I turn so I'm facing him, then lean back against
the cabinet next to the wall and cross my arms over my chest. There's no point
in pretending that I'm not nervous, but I've decided that he's not going to get
me to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty isn't having
that. "We work together. And I thought we were becoming friends ... and close in
other ways too. Don't you think you owe me the truth?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I look up at Monty.
My heart is in my throat, but I know he's right. I swallow my fears and say, "I'm
worried that you're upset with me for pushing you to talk about Jonas." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty nods. He
understands why I'm concerned, so he walks over next to me, turns and leans
against the cabinet too. His voice is soft and reassuring as he says, "There's
no need to worry, Truman. It hurts every time I think about Jonas's accident,
but this time, for some reason, I <b><i>needed</i></b> to tell someone what
happened. And to tell you the truth, it actually hurts just a little less
because I shared with you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Then you're not
upset?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"No. I'm really
not."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I turn to Monty. "Cowboy
hug?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He grins and faces
me, pulling me into his arms. It's a long and tender hug, and I shiver at how
good it feels.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Thank you for
helping me to open up, Truman. I really did need that."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"You're welcome,
Monty." I hold onto him, loving the way our bodies are pressed together. I sigh
and say, "Monty ..."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"What is it,
Truman?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"So, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, I <span class="SpellE">kinda</span> helped you out,
right?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Yep."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Then maybe you
would, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, sort of help me out with something," I softly
say. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty pulls away
from me, but he slides his hands down to grip mine. He's holding my hands as he
stares into my eyes. "With what?" he asks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I look to the side.
I'm a little embarrassed to say this. "I've been thinking, Monty, that even
though I'm gay, I don't really know what it means to <b><i>be</i></b> gay. I
need someone to teach me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"What are you
saying, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I want you to show
me, to teach me about being a gay man."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"You mean you want me
to do sex stuff with you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"No," I quickly
say. "Well, yes. But I want more than that. I want to know what it's like to be
in love with someone. And to be loved."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty begins
shaking his head in denial, but I grip his hands even tighter and say, "Monty,
I'm one thousand percent sure that I'm gay and ninety-two-point-five percent
sure that I love you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty's lips begin
quivering. He snorts and laughs. "You're that sure, are you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I shrug. "I don't
know. I've never been in love before, so I don't have a clue how I should be
feeling. I just know I feel safe with you, and sleeping in your arms was the
most exciting and crazy and wonderful thing I've ever done, and now I think
about you all the time and I want to be with you every moment of the day, so I
think this may be what it feels like to be in love." I pause to take a breath,
and Monty is just smiling at me, enjoying my rambling explanation. "Monty, you're
teaching me all about horses, but I want more. I want you to teach me this�" I
reach down and cup his groin� "and this." I bring my hand up to his chest and
touch his heart. "I want to understand what it means to be in love. Can you
understand that?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty nods, then
says, "I do understand, but Truman, love isn't really something I can teach
you. Love is more like something that just happens."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Will it happen for
us?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I'm not sure."
Monty frowns and thinks for a bit. "You see, Truman, the thing is it may have
happened already. My heart is telling me that I feel the same way about you
that I felt about Jonas, and that scares me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Why?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty sighs. "When
I lost Jonas, it destroyed me. I was devastated and didn't want to go on
living."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Is that why you
quit school and joined the army?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Yep, it sure is. I
thought I could run away from my pain. Forget about how much I hurt. But I
couldn't. It followed me, haunted me. I dreamed of Jonas every night. I could
hear his voice at odd times during the day, calling to me, but when I turned around,
he wasn't there. I still dream of him most nights. The first time I slept
without having nightmares was when you slept in my arms."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">My heart leaps in
my chest. "Then it could be love," I urge. "It could be what we both need." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty looks down,
frowning. "I'm scared to try, Truman. I don't want to hurt like that again, and
I'm afraid of what will happen to me if I let myself fall in love with you. It's
wonderful to think that life is giving me a second chance at love, but I'm just
not ready to risk my heart like that again."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I touch his chin
and lift his face so that we're looking each other in the eye. "Monty, I get
it. It's your second chance at love, and the first time hurt you worse than
you've ever been hurt before. And maybe it won't work out. Maybe we'll both be
hurt, but I'm willing to risk it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I'm not sure I am,
Truman. I don't want to be hurt. I sure as heck don't want to hurt <b><i>you</i></b>."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I don't want that
either, Monty, but I want us to try. If we don't try, you'll be throwing away your
second chance and denying me my first chance before I even get started."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty stares into
my eyes. Have I changed his mind? Have I convinced him? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I wait.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty blinks, then
slowly leans down. His mouth is open slightly. I tilt my head up, and our lips
connect. His breath is sweet; his tongue touches my lips. I push against him,
sliding my tongue out, touching his. He slides one hand around to the back of
my neck, pulling me closer, and rests his other hand on my hip, stroking my
side. I place both my hands on his chest, pressing against him, not to push him
away, but to feel his warmth and strength. I turn my head to the side and push
deeper into the kiss. Our tongues dance, first in my mouth, then in his. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">This must be love. If
it isn't, I can't imagine how good it will be when we do fall in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">The kiss ends. I
stare into his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He leans in and
kisses me again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Lunch is delicious.
Momma's made beef and vegetable stew today, with homemade cornbread. I'm not
sure which one I like better: her biscuits or her cornbread. They're both
incredible, but the cornbread tastes better with stew. Momma dices jalape</span><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">�</span>o peppers and adds them to the batter,
along with corn. It's sweet and spicy and delicious, and it goes great with the
hot stew.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">While we're chowing
down, Poppa mentions my idea of bunking with Monty for the summer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Momma glances at
me, then looks over at Monty. I can see she's considering the idea, so I
explain why I think it would be a good idea.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Monty has taught
me so much already, but I want to learn more. We're going to start breaking the
horses to saddle soon, and I want to be sure I know what to do. Then Monty is
going to teach the horses to cut cattle, maybe other things too, and I think
I'd learn faster if I could spend more time with him, learning everything he
has to teach me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I think I've done a
pretty good job presenting my case, and I'm glad I'm sitting down, because my
cock is starting to swell up at the thought of some of the things Monty might
teach me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Poppa looks at
Monty. "Is that okay with you? You don't mind having a stinky roommate for the
summer, do you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty looks at me,
surprised. I'm sure he wasn't expecting this, and he seems nervous at first
until he smirks at me and jokes back with Poppa. "If he starts stinking too
bad, I'll just toss him in the shower, clothes and all. Nah, I don't mind. We
can plan our training sessions the next day. It should be good."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Momma and Poppa
look at each other. I suspect this isn't the first time they've talked about
it. I bet they talked while we were still out in the barn. I wouldn't be
surprised. I've never heard Momma and Poppa argue, so I think they talk about
most everything and decide long before they let the rest of us know what we're
going to do. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Momma nods her head
slightly, and Poppa turns to Monty and says, "I'm trusting you to keep my boy
safe, Monty. Can I rely on you?" Poppa is giving Monty an intense stare, and
I'm wondering what is really going on here. Why is Poppa asking Monty this
question? I feel my face getting hot, and it's not from the jalape</span><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin">�</span>o cornbread!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty is blushing
too, but he looks Poppa in the eye and says, "You can count on it, Mr. Greene. I'll
take good care of him."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Poppa just nods and
takes another bite of cornbread.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">We spend a few
hours moving my clothes and some other things I'll want from my bedroom to the
bunkhouse. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Momma stops by
while we're putting my things away. She takes one look at the curtains and
says, "These are old and ratty. We can do better." She leaves and returns a few
minutes later with another set of curtains, dark blue, made from heavier
material. "These should do nicely," she says, motioning for me to help her take
the old ones down and put up the new ones. "You can pull these back to let in
the sunlight, or close them on the rare mornings Poppa lets you sleep in." She
winks at me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">That's not the only
reason I can think of for drawing the heavier curtains closed. They should give
Monty and me complete privacy, when we want it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">After moving my
stuff into the bunkhouse, there's not much time left for working with the
horses, so Monty and I just go straight to the afternoon chores, knocking them
out in no time. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">After he gets home
from school, Carson has me work on my back and shoulders. He doesn't say
anything about why I've moved into the bunkhouse, other than to remind me to
get my toothbrush and shampoo out of our bathroom. He also suggests I grab some
deodorant spray; he has an extra can I can have.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">During supper,
Mattie is moping. She's probably heard the news too, and she's not happy about
it. That's too bad. I really don't care.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">There's no bathtub
in the bunkhouse, just a shower, but it's bigger than the one in the house. Big
enough for two. Perfect for my first lesson.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">At the moment, Monty
is standing next to his bed while I close the new, heavier curtains to give us
privacy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I turn and see him
biting his lip in nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this, Truman."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I'm feeling
suddenly shy, but I nod my head and reply, "Completely sure."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty swallows hard
and takes off his shirt, then drops it on the bed. He sits down and pulls off
one boot. Glancing over at me, he gives me a funny frown. "Aren't you getting
undressed?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Oh, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, yeah," I stutter, quickly sitting down on the bed I'm
pretending I sleep in and yanking off my boots. I look up at Monty and grin
bashfully. I don't know why we're acting so silly about this. We've seen each
other naked. But I guess that was just playing around, and this time, it's more
serious.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty works off his
other boot and stands up. "You know, we don't have to do this tonight," he
says. "We can just sleep together again, if you want. And kiss some more."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I shake my head
vigorously. "No, Monty. I do want to do this. Tonight." I pull my tee-shirt
over my head and drop it on the bed next to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I'm just saying
there's no need to rush." Monty looks a little scared, or it could be
uncertainty. He's asking me if I'm sure, but I think he may be the one having
second thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I stand up and move
over in front of Monty. He's breathing in short, rapid, nervous pants. I stop
inches away and reach up with one hand, placing it on the side of his face. With
one thumb, I trace gentle circles on his cheek. The stubble on his chin tickles
my thumb. He turns his head slightly, pushing against my hand. He takes my hand
and moves it to his lips, kissing my palm.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I stand on my
tiptoes and pucker my lips. He turns to face me and leans down, meeting my lips
with his own. We kiss, gently, carefully. We're checking to see if this is
still what we want. I sigh and blow out my breath. He closes his eyes and wraps
me in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">While he's holding
me, I move my hands down to his belt buckle. It's not easy working it loose
when it's not my own belt. Everything is backwards, but I get it unfastened and
work the loose end out. Then I unsnap his jeans and pull them open, sliding
them off his hips. Next, I pull his underwear down to join his pants, halfway
down his thighs, releasing his still-soft cock. I begin fondling it, marveling
at the silky texture of his skin. I rub my thumb over the cap, which causes a
tiny drop of clear fluid to pool in the opening. It's a bit sticky and
slippery, and I rub it all over the tip.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty's cock begins
to swell. I stroke him slowly. He's soon fully hard, and I'm having the time of
my life, slipping my hand up and down his shaft, running my fingers through his
pubes, fondling his balls.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I look up at Monty.
His eyes are closed. His breathing is slower now, steady, calm. He opens his
eyes and sees me studying his face. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"Are <b><i>you </i></b>sure
you want to do this, Monty?" I ask, teasingly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He grins wryly and
nods his chin toward his hard cock. "I think you have your answer there in your
hands, cowboy." He reaches for my pants, works the top button loose, unzips and
pulls the fabric aside. My underwear is poking out obscenely. I'm so hard, and
it's a huge relief to have my pants out of the way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty pulls my
underwear waistband away from my body and glances down at my boner. My cock is
hard, standing straight up and throbbing, more rigid than it's ever been
before. It's dancing with excitement and anticipation. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I giggle and say,
"As you can see, I <b><i>definitely</i></b> want to do this!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">We don't waste any
more time removing our pants and socks. We strip off and toss our clothes all
over, then Monty takes my hand and leads me to the shower.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">His hands have been
over every inch of my body, gently bathing me, leaving me covered with a
slippery layer of soap and water, and now he's running his fingers over my skin
a second time. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">My eyes are closed.
I'm trying to guess where he'll go next.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He begins with my
arms, moving down to my hands. He threads his fingers into mine, holding my
hands like lovers do. He kisses my nose and I giggle. He releases my fingers
and soaps up my wrists, my forearms, my biceps. His fingers creep into my armpits.
He gently scrubs me there, then holds my arms up to rinse away the soap. He
runs his hands down my sides, bumping slowly over my ribs, sliding around to
caress my tummy, moving back up to my chest. He lingers on my nipples, and I
giggle again because it tickles. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He turns me around
and makes slow circles on my back, running one hand up and across my neck, the
other down to my butt. He caresses my butt cheeks, one at a time, and slides
his hands down to my legs. He runs one hand along the back of each of my legs,
down my thighs, across my calves, then brings them back up again, along my
inner thighs. His fingers brush across the back of my balls. I shudder and
spread my legs, but he doesn't touch me there again. Instead, he turns me
around and kneels down in front of me, washing the front of my legs. I open my
eyes and see my cock throbbing above his head. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He looks up, his
eyes seeking mine, asking permission. I nod.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Still kneeling in
front of me, he takes my cock in one hand, my balls gently cupped in the other.
He cleans me carefully with more soap. Each pass of his hand over the end of my
cock makes my entire body shake. He adds more soap and begins slowly stroking
me. I feel the exciting tingles begin, but multiplied a million times. I stand
on my tiptoes. My balls pull tight in my sack. Monty's hand slides up my cock,
his thumb rubbing in small circles around the tip. I cry out as my cock lurches
and silver threads launch through the air, landing on Monty's shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I grab his head and
pull him against my body, pressing his face against my groin, feeling tiny
spurts of juice oozing out onto his cheek. I hold him there, gasping for
breath, body still shaking with tiny aftershocks. I pull him to his feet and
kiss him. "That was amazing, Monty," I whisper, then kiss him again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He pulls me against
his chest. His cock is hard now, squeezed between us. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"My turn," I say,
rubbing his firm chest with the bar of soap I'm holding in one hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"I'm not that
dirty," he says, grinning. "I showered while you were working out with Carson."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">"<span class="GramE">So</span>
you're completely clean, everywhere?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He nods. "Pretty
much."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I lather up both my
hands and grab his cock. "Here?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">He grins. "Could
use another rinsing."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I slide one hand up
and down his shaft and grip his spongy cap with the other. I need both hands
because his cock is so thick and long compared to mine, though not as hard. Mine
is still rigid as a rock; it hasn't gone down at all. His is hard on the inside,
with a soft outside. I love the way it feels in my hands, and the soap is
making everything wonderfully slippery.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I must be doing
something right, because Monty is moaning softly now. His head is tilted down,
and he's resting his forehead on my shoulder. Every now and then, he nibbles at
the skin on my neck, which I really like; it makes tingles run up and down my
spine. His hands are resting on my waist. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I speed up my
hands, working his shaft from top to bottom and twisting the other hand around
the cap. Monty groans and his entire body tenses up. I feel his cock throbbing
beneath my fingers as it spurts thick globs of goo all over my chest and
stomach and hands.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I hold his cock, amazed
by how much it shot out. Okay, technically, it wasn't his cock <span class="SpellE">splurting</span> all over me. His balls make the spunk, and
muscles at the base of his cock work together to force the cum out. I remember
everything I've read about it, but it was amazing to see it in person and watch
his cock flexing and feel the hot cum landing all over my body. Very exciting.
Lots better than the books I've read.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Monty moves me
closer to the shower head and begins washing my body where he splattered all
over me. My cock is throbbing still, and he soaps me up for a second round. It
takes a lot longer this time, but the explosion at the end is more intense. My
balls must be working hard to keep up!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">Finally, my cock
begins to droop and fall asleep. Monty and I hold each other tight, our floppy
cocks pressed together, our chests and bellies touching, our hands clasped
around each other at the waist. He kisses me gently and I kiss him back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397">I'm now ninety-eight-point-seven
percent certain that I love him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk152987397"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">The end of BROKEN, Chapter Twelve<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Seven
"Can't have my helper doing his job without the right gear." That's what Monty whispered in my ear, back in the feed store.
Now we're in his pickup, headed home, and I'm slowly running my finger along the brim of my new cowboy hat. The black felt is beautiful, like the deepest depths of empty space. And the bright blue hatband reminds me of a blazing comet hurtling through the void. I love this hat. I know it will get dirty the first time I wear it, and it might get dents from horses knocking it off my head, but at this moment, it's perfect.
I can't quite believe it's mine. I've always wanted one like it, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask Poppa for one, and it just didn't seem right to ask him for something I can do without. Especially with Carson heading off to college soon and Mattie being a selfish and demanding brat. I don't want to make a tough situation worse.
Then Monty comes along and says a cowboy hat is something I need if I'm going to train horses. It's part of my gear, he insists, and I can't be his helper without one. I'm not stupid. I know Monty's making all that up, but somehow having my own hat makes me feel like I'm a real horse trainer now. Maybe I am just his helper, but the hat makes it seem more official.
I think Monty knew I chose the hat because it's just like his, except for the bright blue hatband. I like blue, and it makes my eyes shine even brighter. That's what Monty told me when he was paying for the hat. He really likes my eyes for some reason. He was staring at me kind of funny when he handed over the cash.
And that's another thing. I know Poppa can't afford to pay Monty all that much for what he's doing, so I hate the idea of Monty spending sixty bucks on a hat for me. How can he afford it? And why is he doing this? I'm not used to people doing stuff for me. I don't know how to feel about that.
Part of me is crying out, `No, you can't take the hat because you haven't done anything to deserve it!' It's the worst sort of feeling. I'm uncomfortable and nervous. Like I've just been given a birthday present and someone will figure out it's not really my birthday and demand I give it back.
It's the same way I feel about Carson helping me to build my muscles. I'm glad when Carson and Monty do stuff for me, but I can't help feeling like it's all too good to be true.
But there's another part of me that is sick and tired of being shoved around and told I'm not worth it. It's a wild side of me. The part I've been pushing down and denying.
It reminds me of something Monty has been teaching me about our horses, about how you can crush their spirits when you're breaking them if you're not careful and how that will just ruin an animal. Maybe that's what I've been doing to myself. Every time someone tries to do something good for me, I tell myself I haven't earned it and so I crush my spirit just a little more.
I've decided I'm not doing that any longer.
Instead, I'm listening to my wild side for a change. I'm accepting Carson's help with my muscles, and I'm wearing this hat Monty bought me!
As Monty turns off the highway onto the lane leading to our house, I put the hat on my head and turn toward him. He glances over at me and smiles really big.
I can tell he's glad he bought the hat for me, and I decide the wild part of me is going to show him how much I like it. When he stops in front of our house, I jump out and run around to Monty's side of the truck. He sees me waiting for him, and he hesitates before getting out. I motion for him to hurry up. He watches me cautiously, unsure what I'm up to. He opens the door and steps out, looking around nervously.
I push the door closed behind him and wrap him up in my arms, pushing him back against the cab as I give him the best hug I can.
He doesn't know what to do at first, but he gradually snakes his arms around me and hugs me back.
"Thank you, Monty," I say, with my cheek pressed sideways into his chest. "Maybe cowboys shouldn't hug like this, but I want you to know this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, and I appreciate you for it."
He gently pushes me back a little. We're still hugging each other, but now there's enough space that he can tilt my head up so we're looking each other in the eye. I can see he's feeling very emotional right about now. He smiles at me and says, "Even cowboys need a hug from time to time, Truman."
I grin and squeeze him tight again, pushing my cheek back into his chest. He smells good. I wonder if he sprays on deodorant every day, `cause his chest smells clean and fresh and ... well ... like a man should smell. It's not stinky. I can smell a little sweat, like he's been working this afternoon, and I can smell horses too, so I'm sure he's been with the stock all day. But I really like the way he smells, and I like the way he feels. His chest is warm and firm where he's pressed up against me, and his arms are bulging from holding me. And I can feel the lump in his jeans where our bodies are pushed together. I know I'd better let go soon, or else Monty will feel the lump in my jeans getting harder and poking him back, but I hold on just a little longer. It feels incredible, and I wish we could keep hugging for an hour.
Finally, we pull away and smile at each other.
I look up at him and say, "Thank you, Monty."
He taps the brim of my hat and says, "You're welcome, cowboy."
͠ ͠ ͠
With my new hat firmly in place, I follow Monty out to the pasture. He's right. Both Charlie and Chance are coming up to us now and allowing us to put on their halters without any hassle. We still have to keep an eye on those two boys. You can see it in their eyes. An impish sparkle that means they're preparing to fire all laser banks while your shields are down, and if you don't move quick, you'll have a nasty bite on your shoulder or butt cheek. Monty says it would be our fault if they catch us in a surprise attack, because it's our job to be alert and stop them before they even get started. It actually helps with the training, because we're teaching them that they can't do just anything they want. They're learning that humans are smarter than they are, so they can't get away with their tricks anymore. And when we say stop, we do it in a way that keeps them calm and cooperating with us.
I think this must be a more challenging way to train horses than some of the other ways you could do it, but I can see how we'll end up with better horses. Still spirited, still powerful, but fully devoted to their human partners.
We spend an hour walking all four around the pasture, then we brush them down as a reward. Even the frisky colts stand still for that. They're discovering that we give good rub-downs.
When we get back to the barn, Carson is waiting for us inside.
"Hey, boys," Carson says. "How's the training going?"
"Great, Carson!" I exclaim. "We've got them all walking on a lead now!"
Carson can see how excited I am. "Nice. That's fast work." He grins at me and points behind him at the weight bench and the dumbbells. "You ready for your workout? We're back on arms again today."
"Oh, crap, Carson. I forgot about that." I look around, making a list in my head of everything I need to get done. "Ummm, hang on. I have to put all the halters away, then do my chores. Give me thirty minutes."
Monty takes the halters, leads, and brushes out of my arms. "I'll put these away."
"But that's my job," I start to object.
Monty ignores me and nods toward Carson. "Your job is right there. Doing what your brother has planned."
I look at Carson, expecting him to agree with me. Instead, he grins and pats the seat of the weight bench.
I shake my head. "I still have to do my chores, Carson. Poppa says that comes first, before everything else."
"Your chores are done," Carson insists. "You train horses. That's your job now. Poppa and I talked, and I'm taking over your afternoon chores while you and Monty are working with the two-year-olds. I took care of everything, your chores and mine, and now you have an appointment with my torture room." His grin is broad and almost evil. He reaches out and grabs me, pulling me forward and pushing me down onto the weight bench.
I accept the inevitability of my fate. My course is set. I must forge on, into an unknown future, fighting off space aliens and galactic pirates and a demented big brother who, for some strange reason, decides that I can't work out wearing my cowboy hat. He removes it and sets it gently on a nearby bale of hay. I suppose it would get in the way, and at this moment, I'm not a horse trainer. Instead, I'm training my body!
Carson points at my shirt. "Might as well take that off too. It'll be easier without it in the way."
I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt, the one I wore to school today. Carson's right. It will be a hassle trying to work on my arm muscles while wearing this shirt. I unbutton it quickly, slide it off and hand it to Carson. He tosses it over next to my hat.
"You want me to take off my jeans too?" I cheekily ask.
Carson shrugs. "I don't care, if you don't mind working out in your underwear." He knows I won't do it. I can see him smiling just a little bit, almost daring me. But I leave my jeans on. Poppa would think it strange if he came in the barn and saw me working my muscles wearing nothing but my boxer briefs.
When Monty comes back from the tack room, I'm glad I kept my pants on. I'm a little embarrassed to have him see my naked chest. I am kind of skinny all over.
Monty sits on the bale of hay, next to my shirt and hat, and watches as Carson starts me on the first exercise. I try to go too fast, hoping Monty will be impressed. Carson notices and stops me, reminding me to take it easy and focus on my form. His reminder of how much I hurt last week is all I need to get my attention back on my arms and the dumbbells I'm slowly raising and lowering.
Monty's eyes never leave me the entire time. I feel like one of the horses, under his watchful eye. He's studying my form, how my muscles move, judging my confirmation and thinking about my bloodlines. Haha. I'm goofy.
I also notice one odd thing. Monty can't seem to get comfortable. He's holding his hat over his lap while he watches me do curls with the dumbbells. He keeps shifting around on the hay bale, tugging at his pants every now and then. He even stands up and turns around, shaking his leg before turning back around and sitting down again. Maybe the straw is poking him in the butt?
An hour later, I finish my workout, and Carson is pleased. "Good job, Squirt. Go get cleaned up. Supper will be in ten minutes, so you don't have time for playing with yourself."
I know my face is turning bright red. "I don't play with myself," I say to Carson, glancing at Monty, knowing he heard Carson teasing me.
"Sure you don't," Carson says with a grin, grabbing my shirt and hat and handing them both to me. He shoves me gently toward the barn door. As I run out, I hear him and Monty both laughing.
What's so funny?
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After supper, I walk out to the bunkhouse with Monty. We look through his book at the next chapter on lunging. That's when you put the horse on a long lead (it's called a lunge strap or a lunge lead) and teach them to walk, trot and canter. You stand in the middle and they run in a big circle around you. Some people use a whip to get them to move, but Monty says we're going to use verbal signals only. A clucking noise to trot. A hiss when we want them to canter. He wants the horses to listen to our voices and follow our commands instead of reacting to the pop of a whip.
Like everything else, it will take longer, but we'll have better trained horses when we're done.
It's getting late, and I usually curl up in bed in my room to read a library book for an hour or so before turning off the lights and going to sleep. Instead, I sit on the bunk across from Monty and we talk. He tells me about growing up in Montana and how beautiful it is there. He must miss it, because I can see his eyes getting a little misty when he describes the long rides he took with his childhood friend, just heading out into the middle of nowhere, making camp and spending the night with nothing between you and the starry skies but a small campfire.
I don't have stories to tell, but he asks me about school and my classes and what I like to do for fun. I'm only thirteen. What do I know about fun? I tell him that working with the animals and reading my books are the only fun things I've ever done.
Then I remember something. There was that one time Carson and I were goofing off. One of the yearling steers was lying down in the pasture, chewing his cud, eyes half closed and relaxing in the sun. Carson and I carefully straddled him, giggling because our legs were spread wide out on each side of him, and he didn't know how close we were to riding him bareback. My foot slipped and I plopped down on his back. The steer's eyes opened and he leapt to his feet underneath us, lifting Carson and me into the air. We both whooped and the steer bucked and I flew off backwards, doing a flip in the air before I landed on my stomach. There was a big, fresh cow patty inches from my face! The steer kept bucking and jumping, running across the field with Carson still on his back, laughing and trying to hold on. I don't think Carson made it to the full eight seconds you'd have to ride for it to count in a rodeo, and that little steer wasn't exactly a full-sized bull anyway. But Carson looked like a pro, trying to stay on, and when he flew off the steer sideways, he landed on his feet, cheering as the steer ran off kicking and bawling.
Monty is laughing as he listens to my story about Carson and me and the steer. I guess it is a pretty funny story. I'm just glad I didn't land with my face in the cow shit. That would make it a funnier story, I suppose, but it wouldn't have been as much fun for me.
I should get to bed, but I'm enjoying talking to Monty, and I think he likes talking to me. I think he's been pretty lonely for the last few years. He needs a friend, and even though I'm half his age, I can tell we're starting to like each other. Poppa always says I have an old soul. I'm not sure what that means exactly, but I've always gotten along better with adults than other kids. And right now, Monty and I are enjoying talking and getting to know each other.
Monty's not my teacher tonight. He's not my new big brother. He's my friend.
I hope he likes me as much as I like him.
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Big, big problem.
Of course, the problem starts in third period PE. Where all my worst nightmares begin.
And the guy who starts the trouble is Clayton, the biggest moron the eighth grade ever produced.
It's actually a warm day outside, so Coach decides we should run laps around the school grounds. I don't mind running so much. I can daydream while I run, picturing myself as an intrepid explorer searching through the ruins of lost space civilizations, discovering new technology I can use to control the feeble minds of the smelly boys running next to me. Perhaps I will make them stop in the middle of the front lawn, strip off their gym clothes, and dance naked in front of the principal's window. Yeah. Turn in circles and shake your fat booties. Wiggle your cocks at everyone inside. Then go straight to detention for the rest of your miserable lives!!
The primarily-brain-dead Clayton is running next to me. I notice his gear is bouncing around in his shorts, slapping from side to side. I think he's gone commando. What an idiot.
I see where his eyes are focused. On Mandy Jenkins. She's running with some of the girls up ahead of us, and her gym shorts are really tight. I don't care one way or the other. Yeah, she has a big butt and it's sticking out there where everyone can see it. I think Mandy wants to challenge my sister as the nastiest girl in school. It doesn't do anything for me, but Clayton obviously likes what he sees. His shorts are tenting out really bad now, and he has to keep adjusting himself.
I think it's funny, so I giggle.
Big mistake.
Clayton notices me laughing and sees what I'm snickering about. "You perving on me?" he snarls.
"What?" I pant. "No!"
He sneers. "I saw you looking at my chubby, you fucking faggot!"
I shake my head. "Was not." And I speed up, leaving Clayton and his floppy cock behind. I pass the girls. They ignore me. Why would they want to talk to me?
I get halfway around the athletic field when I notice Clayton and some of the other boys, jogging slowly along, talking. Clayton is pointing in my direction. All the boys stare at me and laugh.
Fuck! I think I can use that word about this situation, and I'm even tempted to say it out loud since no one is around to tell Poppa. I keep running, trying to ignore the trouble brewing on the far side of the field.
In the showers, the other guys are staring at me more than normal. They're also covering their cocks with their cupped hands. That's strange. They usually have everything out there for me to see, showing off how much bigger they are than me. Not today. This time, they're covering themselves, smirking at me. One boy says, "Perv alert, guys." They all laugh.
Clayton is one of the last to enter the showers. He isn't covered up. He's half hard and he walks right up to me, thrusting his hips forward. "Here it is, faggot. Take a good look at this man cock. You wanted to see it before, so look at it."
I glance down and notice how close he is. His cock seems to be getting even longer, swelling up a bit. I'm getting nervous now, `cause his cock is touching my hip. He thrusts forward until his cock pokes my leg. I jump away and turn slightly sideways.
Clayton grabs my shoulder and turns me back around to face him. "I said look at it. You know you want it. Well, this is your chance."
I yank my shoulder out of his hand and turn to face the other direction.
"Hey, Clayton," one of the other boys says with a laugh. "He's offering you his butt. He probably wants you to pork his ass!"
They're all laughing now, grabbing their cocks and playing with them, staring at my butt. Clayton's cock is sticking straight out, and I think he likes my butt almost as much as Mandy Jenkins's.
I look down at Clayton's cock, and my brain sort of shuts down for a second. I'm suddenly furious, and I don't know why, but I have to get out of here. Right the fuck now!
I shove past Clayton and leave the showers. I'm not finished getting cleaned up, but I'm done with my shower. I'm also done with these jerks. They think it's funny talking about Clayton porking my ass. Well, fuck them. Every one of them.
I stomp out of the shower and grab my towel and start drying off. My teeth are clinched to keep from screaming. I hate all these guys, but I hate Clayton the most.
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It doesn't end there. For the rest of the day, I hear whispers in the hallways. I'm no longer the bad ass who threatened another boy on the bus if he didn't move out of my way. Now I'm the gay perv who likes to check out other boys in the showers after PE.
Fuck this school. I hate this place.
Between fourth and fifth period, Clayton and his stupid cronies approach me in the hallway. They surround me and corner me against one wall.
Clayton gets up in my face. He's about six inches taller than me, so he's looking down at me, his mouth so close I can smell his nasty breath. "You better learn to keep your eyes off my junk," Clayton hisses.
I put my hands on his chest and shove him away.
Clayton rushes back toward me. "Keep your filthy hands off me, faggot, unless you want your face smashed in."
I can't believe this is actually happening. Eight years I've spent flying below the radar. Never been in a fight. Never caused trouble. Never had a problem. And now this asshole has decided to mess with me?
I know what I would have done a few weeks ago. I would have mumbled an apology and melted into a puddle and begged Clayton to leave me alone. That was the old me. Now I have a wild side. I work out with my big brother. I train horses with Monty. I'm not a wimp or a faggot or a perv.
Clayton moves up close again, snarling in my face. I bring my knee up, hard, right into his huevos. That's the Spanish word for eggs, and it can also refer to a boy's testicles, which are currently smashed, judging by the look on Clayton's face. His snarl becomes a grimace and he sinks to the floor at my feet, clutching his scrambled huevos.
I look around at the other boys and say, "Stay away from me. And shut your fucking mouths. I wasn't looking at Clayton's cock in PE. I'm not a fag. And the next guy who says I am is getting my fist in his teeth."
They look at me, stunned into silence. I couldn't have shocked them more if I grew three more heads and sprouted tentacles. I push between two of them and leave them helping Clayton up off the floor.
An hour later, I'm calling home and telling Momma I've been suspended for three days for fighting at school.
Thirty minutes after that, I'm standing in front of the school, waiting to be picked up. Monty stops in front of the school in his old truck. He takes one look at my miserable face and tells me, "Get in, buddy. I'm taking you home."
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But he doesn't take me home. He finds a shady spot to park and turns off his truck. Then he turns to face me and asks, "What happened, Truman?"
I don't want to tell him. God! I don't want Monty to know. I stare at my hands, folded in my lap, and try not to burst into tears.
Monty grabs me and pulls me against his side. With his arm around my shoulders, I lean my head against his chest and sniffle. I can smell Monty again. A little sweatier this time and the smell of horses is stronger too. I don't care. I press my face against him and let the tears out. I may not be a wimp or a perv or a fag, but I'm a hurting boy right now. My heart is aching and my stomach is churning. I want to stop crying, but I can't. Monty doesn't seem to mind. He holds me and rubs my shoulder, letting me cry as much as I need to.
I can't believe I'm doing this. My tears are soaking his jeans where they fall. I choke out a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Monty asks. It must seem strange. First, I'm crying hysterically; next, I'm laughing.
I point at his jeans. "I'm getting you wet. Looks like you peed your pants."
He leans down and sees where I'm pointing, then hugs me tighter. "I don't care. They'll dry."
I sniff and wrap my arm around him, hugging him back. "Today really sucked, Monty."
He doesn't say a word. Just holds me. Waiting. Giving me time to say whatever I need to get off my chest.
Slowly, I tell him the whole fucking story. I don't skip anything. Even the part about Clayton rubbing his cock on my leg. I'm embarrassed to admit I started it by looking at Clayton's junk while it was bouncing around, but I hope Monty will be okay with it. We're friends. At least, we were last night, and I'm hoping I haven't lost him as a friend now that he hears I'm a little bit of a perv. And a hot head who knees assholes in the groin when they get in my face. Why did I do that?!
I finish my story and add, "The principal suspended me for three days, and Poppa's probably gonna kill me. For sure, he won't let me train horses with you. I'll probably be stuck cleaning out the stables for a month, and that's the part that sucks the most."
"Cleaning out the stables?" Monty asks.
"No," I whimper. "Being told I can't work with you. And the horses."
Monty squeezes me against his chest. "You like working with the horses, don't you?"
I nod.
"And I think you like working with me. Learning from me."
I nod again.
"Well, cowboy, I like working with you, and I'm not sure I'd be able to do the job without my number one assistant. I'll have a word with your father when we get home."
I'm relieved when I hear that. He's going to talk to Poppa for me. And he still likes working with me. Even if I am a gay perv.
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When we get to the house, I remain sitting in Monty's pickup, avoiding my inevitable execution.
Monty meets Momma and Poppa at the door. They talk. They look at me. They talk some more. They all nod.
Monty walks back to the pickup, comes around to my side, and sticks his head through the window. "It's okay, Truman. I've worked it out. Change out of your school clothes, then come help me start the lunge training."
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<p class="MsoTitle">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%">By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">This is a work of fiction intended
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<h1>Chapter Seven<o:p></o:p></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal">"Can't have my helper doing his job without the right gear."
That's what Monty whispered in my ear, back in the feed store. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Now we're in his pickup, headed home, and I'm slowly running
my finger along the brim of my new cowboy hat. The black felt is beautiful,
like the deepest depths of empty space. And the bright blue hatband reminds me
of a blazing comet hurtling through the void. I love this hat. I know it will
get dirty the first time I wear it, and it might get dents from horses knocking
it off my head, but at this moment, it's perfect.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can't quite believe it's mine. I've always wanted one like
it, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask Poppa for one, and it just
didn't seem right to ask him for something I can do without. Especially with
Carson heading off to college soon and Mattie being a selfish and demanding brat.
I don't want to make a tough situation worse.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Then Monty comes along and says a cowboy hat is something I <b><i>need</i></b>
if I'm going to train horses. It's part of my gear, he insists, and I can't be
his helper without one. I'm not stupid. I know Monty's making all that up, but
somehow having my own hat makes me feel like I'm a <b><i>real </i></b>horse
trainer now. Maybe I am just his helper, but the hat makes it seem more official.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think Monty knew I chose the hat because it's just like
his, except for the bright blue hatband. I like blue, and it makes my eyes
shine even brighter. That's what Monty told me when he was paying for the hat.
He really likes my eyes for some reason. He was staring at me kind of funny
when he handed over the cash.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And that's another thing. I know Poppa can't afford to pay
Monty all that much for what he's doing, so I hate the idea of Monty spending sixty
bucks on a hat for me. How can he afford it? And why is he doing this? I'm not
used to people doing stuff for me. I don't know how to feel about that. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Part of me is crying out, `No, you can't take the hat because
you haven't done anything to deserve it!' It's the worst sort of feeling. I'm uncomfortable
and nervous. Like I've just been given a birthday present and someone will
figure out it's not really my birthday and demand I give it back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It's the same way I feel about Carson helping me to build my
muscles. I'm glad when Carson and Monty do stuff for me, but I can't help feeling
like it's all too good to be true. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But there's another part of me that is sick and tired of
being shoved around and told I'm not worth it. It's a wild side of me. The part
I've been pushing down and denying. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It reminds me of something Monty has been teaching me about
our horses, about how you can crush their spirits when you're breaking them if
you're not careful and how that will just ruin an animal. Maybe that's what
I've been doing to myself. Every time someone tries to do something good for
me, I tell myself I haven't earned it and so I crush my spirit just a little
more.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I've decided I'm not doing that any longer. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Instead, I'm listening to my wild side for a change. I'm
accepting Carson's help with my muscles, and I'm wearing this hat Monty bought
me!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As Monty turns off the highway onto the lane leading to our
house, I put the hat on my head and turn toward him. He glances over at me and
smiles really big. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can tell he's glad he bought the hat for me, and I decide
the wild part of me is going to show him how much I like it. When he stops in
front of our house, I jump out and run around to Monty's side of the truck. He
sees me waiting for him, and he hesitates before getting out. I motion for him
to hurry up. He watches me cautiously, unsure what I'm up to. He opens the door
and steps out, looking around nervously.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I push the door closed behind him and wrap him up in my arms,
pushing him back against the cab as I give him the best hug I can. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He doesn't know what to do at first, but he gradually snakes
his arms around me and hugs me back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Thank you, Monty," I say, with my cheek pressed sideways
into his chest. "Maybe cowboys shouldn't hug like this, but I want you to know
this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, and I appreciate
you for it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He gently pushes me back a little. We're still hugging each
other, but now there's enough space that he can tilt my head up so we're
looking each other in the eye. I can see he's feeling very emotional right
about now. He smiles at me and says, "Even cowboys need a hug from time to
time, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I grin and squeeze him tight again, pushing my cheek back
into his chest. He smells good. I wonder if he sprays on deodorant every day, <span class="SpellE">`cause</span> his chest smells clean and fresh and ... well ... like a
man should smell. It's not stinky. I can smell a little sweat, like he's been
working this afternoon, and I can smell horses too, so I'm sure he's been with
the stock all day. But I really like the way he smells, and I like the way he
feels. His chest is warm and firm where he's pressed up against me, and his
arms are bulging from holding me. And I can feel the lump in his jeans where
our bodies are pushed together. I know I'd better let go soon, or else Monty
will feel the lump in my jeans getting harder and poking him back, but I hold
on just a little longer. It feels incredible, and I wish we could keep hugging
for an hour.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Finally, we pull away and smile at each other. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look up at him and say, "Thank you, Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He taps the brim of my hat and says, "You're welcome,
cowboy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
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<p class="MsoNormal">With my new hat firmly in place, I follow Monty out to the
pasture. He's right. Both Charlie and Chance are coming up to us now and allowing
us to put on their halters without any hassle. We still have to keep an eye on
those two boys. You can see it in their eyes. An impish sparkle that means
they're preparing to fire all laser banks while your shields are down, and if
you don't move quick, you'll have a nasty bite on your shoulder or butt cheek. Monty
says it would be our fault if they catch us in a surprise attack, because it's
our job to be alert and stop them before they even get started. It actually
helps with the training, because we're teaching them that they can't do just anything
they want. They're learning that humans are smarter than they are, so they
can't get away with their tricks anymore. And when we say stop, we do it in a
way that keeps them calm and cooperating with us.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think this must be a more challenging way to train horses
than some of the other ways you could do it, but I can see how we'll end up
with better horses. Still spirited, still powerful, but fully devoted to their
human partners.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We spend an hour walking all four around the pasture, then
we brush them down as a reward. Even the frisky colts stand still for that. They're
discovering that we give good rub-downs.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When we get back to the barn, Carson is waiting for us
inside. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Hey, boys," Carson says. "How's the training going?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Great, Carson!" I exclaim. "We've got them all walking on a
lead now!" <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson can see how excited I am. "Nice. That's fast work."
He grins at me and points behind him at the weight bench and the dumbbells. "You
ready for your workout? We're back on arms again today."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, crap, Carson. I forgot about that." I look around, making
a list in my head of everything I need to get done. "<span class="SpellE">Ummm</span>,
hang on. I have to put all the halters away, then do my chores. Give me thirty
minutes."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty takes the halters, leads, and brushes out of my arms. "I'll
put these away."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"But that's my job," I start to object.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty ignores me and nods toward Carson. "Your job is right
there. Doing what your brother has planned."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look at Carson, expecting him to agree with me. Instead, he
grins and pats the seat of the weight bench. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shake my head. "I still have to do my chores, Carson. Poppa
says that comes first, before everything else."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Your chores are done," Carson insists. "You train horses. That's
your job now. Poppa and I talked, and I'm taking over your afternoon chores
while you and Monty are working with the two-year-olds. I took care of
everything, your chores and mine, and now you have an appointment with my
torture room." His grin is broad and almost evil. He reaches out and grabs me,
pulling me forward and pushing me down onto the weight bench.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I accept the inevitability of my fate. My course is set. I
must forge on, into an unknown future, fighting off space aliens and galactic
pirates and a demented big brother who, for some strange reason, decides that I
can't work out wearing my cowboy hat. He removes it and sets it gently on a
nearby bale of hay. I suppose it would get in the way, and at this moment, I'm
not a horse trainer. Instead, I'm training my body!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson points at my shirt. "Might as well take that off too.
It'll be easier without it in the way."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt, the one I wore to school
today. Carson's right. It will be a hassle trying to work on my arm muscles
while wearing this shirt. I unbutton it quickly, slide it off and hand it to
Carson. He tosses it over next to my hat.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You want me to take off my jeans too?" I cheekily ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson shrugs. "I don't care, if you don't mind working out
in your underwear." He knows I won't do it. I can see him smiling just a little
bit, almost daring me. But I leave my jeans on. Poppa would think it strange if
he came in the barn and saw me working my muscles wearing nothing but my boxer
briefs.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When Monty comes back from the tack room, I'm glad I kept my
pants on. I'm a little embarrassed to have him see my naked chest. I <b><i>am</i></b>
kind of skinny all over.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty sits on the bale of hay, next to my shirt and hat, and
watches as Carson starts me on the first exercise. I try to go too fast, hoping
Monty will be impressed. Carson notices and stops me, reminding me to take it
easy and focus on my form. His reminder of how much I hurt last week is all I
need to get my attention back on my arms and the dumbbells I'm slowly raising
and lowering.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty's eyes never leave me the entire time. I feel like one
of the horses, under his watchful eye. He's studying my form, how my muscles
move, judging my confirmation and thinking about my bloodlines. Haha. I'm goofy.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I also notice one odd thing. Monty can't seem to get
comfortable. He's holding his hat over his lap while he watches me do curls
with the dumbbells. He keeps shifting around on the hay bale, tugging at his
pants every now and then. He even stands up and turns around, shaking his leg
before turning back around and sitting down again. Maybe the straw is poking
him in the butt? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An hour later, I finish my workout, and Carson is pleased. "Good
job, Squirt. Go get cleaned up. Supper will be in ten minutes, so you don't
have time for playing with yourself."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I know my face is turning bright red. "I don't play with
myself," I say to Carson, glancing at Monty, knowing he heard Carson teasing
me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"<span class="GramE">Sure</span> you don't," Carson says with
a grin, grabbing my shirt and hat and handing them both to me. He shoves me
gently toward the barn door. As I run out, I hear him and Monty both laughing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What's so funny? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After supper, I walk out to the bunkhouse with Monty. We
look through his book at the next chapter on lunging. That's when you put the
horse on a long lead (it's called a lunge strap or a lunge lead) and teach them
to walk, trot and canter. You stand in the middle and they run in a big circle
around you. Some people use a whip to get them to move, but Monty says we're
going to use verbal signals only. A clucking noise to trot. A hiss when we want
them to canter. He wants the horses to listen to our voices and follow our
commands instead of reacting to the pop of a whip.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Like everything else, it will take longer, but we'll have
better trained horses when we're done.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It's getting late, and I usually curl up in bed in my room
to read a library book for an hour or so before turning off the lights and
going to sleep. Instead, I sit on the bunk across from Monty and we talk. He
tells me about growing up in Montana and how beautiful it is there. He must
miss it, because I can see his eyes getting a little misty when he describes
the long rides he took with his childhood friend, just heading out into the
middle of nowhere, making camp and spending the night with nothing between you
and the starry skies but a small campfire. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don't have stories to tell, but he asks me about school
and my classes and what I like to do for fun. I'm only thirteen. What do I know
about fun? I tell him that working with the animals and reading my books are
the only fun things I've ever done. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Then I remember something. There was that <span class="GramE">one
time</span> Carson and I were goofing off. One of the yearling steers was lying
down in the pasture, chewing his cud, eyes half closed and relaxing in the sun.
Carson and I carefully straddled him, giggling because our legs were spread
wide out on each side of him, and he didn't know how close we were to riding
him bareback. My foot slipped and I plopped down on his back. The steer's eyes
opened and he leapt to his feet underneath us, lifting Carson and me into the
air. We both whooped and the steer bucked and I flew off backwards, doing a
flip in the air before I landed on my stomach. There was a big, fresh cow patty
inches from my face! The steer kept bucking and jumping, running across the field
with Carson still on his back, laughing and trying to hold on. I don't think
Carson made it to the full eight seconds you'd have to ride for it to count in
a rodeo, and that little steer wasn't exactly a full-sized bull anyway. But
Carson looked like a pro, trying to stay on, and when he flew off the steer
sideways, he landed on his feet, cheering as the steer ran off kicking and
bawling.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is laughing as he listens to my story about Carson and
me and the steer. I guess it is a pretty funny story. I'm just glad I didn't
land with my face in the cow shit. That would make it a funnier story, I
suppose, but it wouldn't have been as much fun for me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I should get to bed, but I'm enjoying talking to Monty, and
I think he likes talking to me. I think he's been pretty lonely for the last
few years. He needs a friend, and even though I'm half his age, I can tell
we're starting to like each other. Poppa always says I have an old soul. I'm
not sure what that means exactly, but I've always gotten along better with
adults than other kids. And right now, Monty and I are enjoying talking and
getting to know each other. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty's not my teacher tonight. He's not my new big brother.
<span class="GramE">He's</span> my friend. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hope he likes me as much as I like him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Big, big problem.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Of course, the problem starts in third period PE. Where all
my worst nightmares begin.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And the guy who starts the trouble is Clayton, the biggest
moron the eighth grade ever produced.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It's actually a warm day outside, so Coach decides we should
run laps around the school grounds. I don't mind running so much. I can
daydream while I run, picturing myself as an intrepid explorer searching
through the ruins of lost space civilizations, discovering new technology I can
use to control the feeble minds of the smelly boys running next to me. Perhaps
I will make them stop in the middle of the front lawn, strip off their gym
clothes, and dance naked in front of the principal's window. Yeah. Turn in
circles and shake your fat booties. Wiggle your cocks at everyone inside. Then
go straight to detention for the rest of your miserable lives!!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The primarily-brain-dead Clayton is running next to me. I
notice his gear is bouncing around in his shorts, slapping from side to side. I
think he's gone commando. What an idiot.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I see where his eyes are focused. On Mandy Jenkins. She's
running with some of the girls up ahead of us, and her gym shorts are really
tight. I don't care one way or the other. Yeah, she has a big butt and it's
sticking out there where everyone can see it. I think Mandy wants to challenge
my sister as the nastiest girl in school. It doesn't do anything for me, but Clayton
obviously likes what he sees. His shorts are tenting out really bad now, and he
has to keep adjusting himself. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think it's funny, so I giggle. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Big mistake.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton notices me laughing and sees what I'm snickering about.
"You perving on me?" he snarls. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What?" I pant. "No!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He sneers. "I saw you looking at my chubby, you fucking
faggot!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shake my head. "Was not." And I speed up, leaving Clayton
and his floppy cock behind. I pass the girls. They ignore me. Why would they
want to talk to me?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I get halfway around the athletic field when I notice
Clayton and some of the other boys, jogging slowly along, talking. Clayton is
pointing in my direction. All the boys stare at me and laugh.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Fuck! I think I can use that word about this situation, and
I'm even tempted to say it out loud since no one is around to tell Poppa. I
keep running, trying to ignore the trouble brewing on the far side of the
field.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the showers, the other guys are staring at me more than
normal. They're also covering their cocks with their cupped hands. That's
strange. They usually have everything out there for me to see, showing off how
much bigger they are than me. Not today. This time, they're covering
themselves, smirking at me. One boy says, "Perv alert, guys." They all laugh.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton is one of the last to enter the showers. He isn't
covered up. He's half hard and he walks right up to me, thrusting his hips
forward. "Here it is, faggot. Take a good look at this man cock. You wanted to
see it before, so look at it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I glance down and notice how close he is. His cock seems to
be getting even longer, swelling up a bit. I'm getting nervous now, <span class="SpellE">`cause</span> his cock is touching my hip. He thrusts forward until
his cock pokes my leg. I jump away and turn slightly sideways.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton grabs my shoulder and turns me back around to face
him. "I said look at it. You know you want it. Well, this is your chance."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I yank my shoulder out of his hand and turn to face the
other direction.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Hey, Clayton," one of the other boys says with a laugh.
"He's offering <span class="GramE">you</span> his butt. He probably wants you to
pork his ass!" <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They're all laughing now, grabbing their cocks and playing
with them, staring at my butt. Clayton's cock is sticking straight out, and I
think he likes my butt almost as much as Mandy Jenkins's. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look down at Clayton's cock, and my brain sort of shuts
down for a second.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I'm suddenly furious,
and I don't know why, but I have to get out of here. Right the fuck now!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shove past Clayton and leave the showers. I'm not finished
getting cleaned up, but I'm done with my shower. I'm also done with these
jerks. They think it's funny talking about Clayton <span class="SpellE">porking</span>
my ass. Well, fuck them. Every one of them. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I stomp out of the shower and grab my towel and start drying
off. My teeth are clinched to keep from screaming. I hate all these guys, but I
hate Clayton the most.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It doesn't end there. For the rest of the day, I hear
whispers in the hallways. I'm no longer the bad ass who threatened another boy
on the bus if he didn't move out of my way. Now I'm the gay perv who likes to
check out other boys in the showers after PE.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Fuck this school. I hate this place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Between fourth and fifth period, Clayton and his stupid
cronies approach me in the hallway. They surround me and corner me against one
wall.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton gets up in my face. He's about six inches taller
than me, so he's looking down at me, his mouth so close I can smell his nasty
breath. "You better learn to keep your eyes off my junk," Clayton hisses.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I put my hands on his chest and shove him away.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton rushes back toward me. "Keep your filthy hands off
me, faggot, unless you want your face smashed in."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can't believe this is actually happening. Eight years I've
spent flying below the radar. Never been in a fight. Never caused trouble. Never
had a problem. And now this asshole has decided to mess with me?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I know what I would have done a few weeks ago. I would have
mumbled an apology and melted into a puddle and begged Clayton to leave me
alone. That was the old me. Now I have a wild side. I work out with my big
brother. I train horses with Monty. I'm not a wimp or a faggot or a perv. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Clayton moves up close again, snarling in my face. I bring
my knee up, hard, right into his <i>huevos</i>. That's the Spanish word for
eggs, and it can also refer to a boy's testicles, which are currently smashed,
judging by the look on Clayton's face. His snarl becomes a grimace and he sinks
to the floor at my feet, clutching his scrambled <i>huevos</i>.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look around at the other boys and say, "Stay away from me.
And shut your fucking mouths. I wasn't looking at Clayton's cock in PE. I'm not
a fag. And the next guy who says I am is getting my fist in his teeth."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They look at me, stunned into silence. I couldn't have
shocked them more if I grew three more heads and sprouted tentacles. I push
between two of them and leave them helping Clayton up off the floor.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An hour later, I'm calling home and telling Momma I've been
suspended for three days for fighting at school.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Thirty minutes after that, I'm standing in front of the
school, waiting to be picked up. Monty stops in front of the school in his old
truck. He takes one look at my miserable face and tells me, "Get in, buddy. I'm
taking you home."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But he doesn't take me home. He finds a shady spot to park
and turns off his truck. Then he turns to face me and asks, "What happened,
Truman?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don't want to tell him. God! I don't want Monty to know. I
stare at my hands, folded in my lap, and try not to burst into tears.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty grabs me and pulls me against his side. With his arm
around my shoulders, I lean my head against his chest and sniffle<span style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:
Calibri;color:black;background:white">.</span> I can smell Monty again. A
little sweatier this time and the smell of horses is stronger too. I don't
care. I press my face against him and let the tears out. I may not be a wimp or
a perv or a fag, but I'm a hurting boy right now. My heart is aching and my
stomach is churning. I want to stop crying, but I can't. Monty doesn't seem to
mind. He holds me and rubs my shoulder, letting me cry as much as I need to.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can't believe I'm doing this. My tears are soaking his
jeans where they fall. I choke out a laugh.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What's so funny?" Monty asks. It must seem strange. First,
I'm crying hysterically; next, I'm laughing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I point at his jeans. "I'm getting you wet. Looks like you
peed your pants."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He leans down and sees where I'm pointing, then hugs me
tighter. "I don't care. They'll dry."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I sniff and wrap my arm around him, hugging him back. "Today
really sucked, Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He doesn't say a word. Just holds me. Waiting. Giving me
time to say whatever I need to get off my chest. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Slowly, I tell him the whole fucking story. I don't skip
anything. Even the part about Clayton rubbing his cock on my leg. I'm
embarrassed to admit I started it by looking at Clayton's junk while it was
bouncing around, but I hope Monty will be okay with it. We're friends. At
least, we were last night, and I'm hoping I haven't lost him as a friend now
that he hears I'm a little bit of a perv. And a hot head who knees assholes in
the groin when they get in my face. Why did I do that?!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I finish my story and add, "The principal suspended me for
three days, and Poppa's probably <span class="SpellE">gonna</span> kill me. For
sure, he won't let me train horses with you. I'll probably be stuck cleaning
out the stables for a month, and that's the part that sucks the most."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Cleaning out the stables?" Monty asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"No," I whimper. "Being told I can't work with you. And the
horses."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty squeezes me against his chest. "You like working with
the horses, don't you?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"And I think you like working with me. Learning from me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Well, cowboy, I like working with you, and I'm not sure I'd
be able to do the job without my number one assistant. I'll have a word with
your father when we get home."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm relieved when I hear that. He's going to talk to Poppa
for me. And he still likes working with me. Even if I am a gay perv.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When we get to the house, I remain sitting in Monty's
pickup, avoiding my inevitable execution.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty meets Momma and Poppa at the door. They talk. They
look at me. They talk some more. They all nod.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty walks back to the pickup, comes around to my side, and
sticks his head through the window. "It's okay, Truman. I've worked it out. Change
out of your school clothes, then come help me start the lunge training."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">The end of BROKEN, Chapter Seven<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Three
I decide to sit beneath a tree to eat my lunch. I want to be alone today, not that anyone ever sits next to me during lunch most days. After all, they're too good to eat with the poor farmer's boy. And that's really stupid, because I always eat better food than they get from the cafeteria. Momma packs incredible lunches for us. Like today ... I have a thick sandwich on homemade bread with a huge slice of ham and two different kinds of cheese, a salad with fresh tomatoes, carrots, and lettuce out of our greenhouse, and a slice of homemade apple pie. The town kids think they're better than us because they stand in line to get boring cafeteria pizza and canned mixed vegetables. Nasty.
But even if they did want to sit with me, I don't want to sit with them. Not today. Not after the crap the guys pulled in the shower after PE. Why are they such creeps? I've never done anything to any of them, except maybe be smarter than they are, but I've never said hateful things to them like what they say to me all the time. I've never shoved them into lockers as I walk by. I've never called them names or made fun of their bodies. I've never hidden their clothes or thrown their towels into the floor.
And I don't know how to fix this, because I don't know how it got broken. When did I become the guy the other kids hated? What did I do? Did someone paint a big sign on my back that says: `This guy is a real loser so make him miserable today?'
Even my mom's apple pie can't pull me out of my bad mood. I feel like crying, but I won't do that. No, `cause these jerks would love to see my cry. I'll just eat the rest of the pie and sit here under this tree and think about all the ways I'd love to see those guys get humiliated like they've been humiliating me.
A shadow falls on the grass in front of me. I turn and see Carson standing next to the tree, holding his sack lunch. The older kids eat after us younger kids. Staggered lunch schedules. Seventh, eighth and ninth graders eat from 11:30 until noon. All the rest, including my brother, eat from 11:45 until 12:15. I don't know why. I'm sure some adult somewhere decided it was a good idea to slightly separate the rabble from the school royalty.
"Eating alone again, Squirt?" he asks.
I want to say, `Duh. What gave you your first clue?' But I know better than to be a smart ass with Carson. Besides, he sounds like he's worried about me, even if he did call me a squirt, which he knows I hate.
I just nod my head and take another bite of apple pie.
Carson sits down next to me and opens his bag. Momma made him two sandwiches, both like mine, but Carson is twice as big as me, so he eats more. He takes a big bite of one sandwich, looks around while he chews, and asks, "Why did you eat out here? It's kinda windy today."
He's right. It is windy and a little cold, even with my windbreaker on. I shrug and say, "I didn't want to eat inside. I don't mind the cold. I like it."
He nods thoughtfully, takes another bite, and chews slowly. I finish my pie and carefully fold up my lunch bag. Momma can use it again tomorrow. She likes it when we don't waste stuff.
Carson looks around, like he's searching for something, then he looks back at me. "Anything I should know about?"
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like ... are the guys giving you a hard time?"
I wish I could ask Carson for help, but I'm sure it won't do any good. He can't watch out for me all day long, and he graduates in two months. When he's no longer here, what will I do then? I sure can't stand up for myself, and even if Carson stomps a few kids for bullying me, they'll eventually get even. I look at Carson, sigh, and say, "It's okay, Carson. Really. Nothing I can't handle."
Carson nods but he's also frowning, so I know he doesn't believe me.
I try again. "I'm not a whiny bitch, Carson. I'm not going to run to my big brother and rat out the jerks who give me a hard time. I'll just handle it myself. Somehow."
Carson takes another big bite of his ham sandwich. The bell rings, so I know I have five minutes before my next class starts.
As I stand up to leave, Carson says, "I know you're not a bitch, Truman. I'm proud of you, bro."
I turn and look closely at Carson. He doesn't usually have nice things to say about me. "Thanks, Carson."
He nods.
I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes on my back as I head into the building.
͠ ͠ ͠
I make it through the rest of the day.
Fourth period English, which I like, because I want to be a famous writer someday like Robert Heinlein or Isaac Asimov or Frank Herbert.
Fifth period Science, which is an easy class for me, with all the reading I do.
And sixth period Geography, which is especially boring at the end of the day when everyone is just waiting for the last bell to ring.
Finally, the sound of freedom echoes through the school and everyone, students and teachers, achieve escape velocity at last, launching ourselves away from the Black Hole We Call School.
I wait in line for the bus with the other kids who live south of town. Riding the bus isn't so bad in the afternoon. In the morning, our farm is the next to the last stop, so that means the other kids can pull their stupid seat grabbing game, claiming all the seats and making me look for a place to sit. In the afternoon, it's different. We line up on the grass in front of the school. If I'm near the front of the line, I can find a seat easy, as long as I don't try to take Mattie's seat at the back of the bus with her stupid witch friends.
The bus pulls up and we climb inside. I grab an empty seat halfway down. Because the other kids basically hate me, I get a seat all to myself. I'm okay with that. The bus is headed to the elementary school next, and Toby Welsh will sit next to me. I wonder if Toby will want me to throw my windbreaker over our laps again so we can ... you know. I start to chub up just thinking about it.
When we get to the elementary school, Toby and the rest of the little kids climb on. But Toby doesn't sit with me. One of his friends from school is coming home with him this afternoon, probably to ride horses at Toby's house, so they sit together in one of the seats up front. I have to admit I'm a little disappointed. I sort of wanted to see if Toby wanted to play with my boner and let me play with his. Why am I so stupid?
I look out the window and watch the houses go by until we're out in the country, headed for our farms where we will have afternoon chores to do, then supper to eat, and a little time to watch television or read a book before bedtime.
Then we'll start all over again tomorrow.
͠ ͠ ͠
But there's a change in the routine tonight. After we finish our afternoon chores, Carson grabs my arm and pulls me into the barn.
"What's going on?" I ask.
He points at an old weight bench that was stored in the corner. I remember he begged Poppa to buy it for him when he started playing football years ago. Carson doesn't use it anymore because he began working out at school instead. Some rich oil baron guy bought a fancy weight room for the school, to help our team win a state championship or something. But for a couple of years, Carson was always out here, lifting weights, getting stronger and stronger.
Carson walks me over to the bench and makes me sit down. Then he brings over the smallest dumbbells and hands them to me. He shows me how to lift them up slowly, hold them, then lower them just as slow. "Don't just drop it. Make your muscles work all the way down too," Carson says, holding my fist as I lower the dumbbell. "Nine more," he adds, watching me.
I lift and lower the dumbbell just as Carson said, then I switch hands and do the same with the other arm, ten times.
For an hour, Carson shows me different exercises I can do to build up my arms. My muscles are burning and wobbly at the end, and I'm struggling to even lift the weights. He tells me that's good, actually, because it means I've torn the muscles slightly, and they'll heal back stronger than ever. I guess that's how you get big muscles. First you break down the tissues. Then you eat good food to fuel your body for repairing the damage. It's weird, but I get it. I guess this is one time when being broken is a good thing.
Carson tells me we'll do different exercises tomorrow. For my legs. And he says we'll work on my core the day after that. I'm not sure what my core is, but I'll do whatever Carson says. Maybe when I have muscles like him, the jerks in my PE class will think twice before they mess with me. This is so great. Carson is the best big brother a guy could ever have.
There's just one thing I don't understand. Why's he doing all this?
We push the weight bench back into the corner and head into the house. Carson lets me shower first. He sits on the toilet in his underwear and talks to me about what I should be eating now. Lots of meats and proteins. And beans and milk and peanuts and rice. All foods I like, but he tells me I need to eat more of them, now that my body needs the extra fuel to grow muscle.
I finish my shower and step out. Carson glances down at my dick, but doesn't say anything. He just squeezes my shoulder gently and strips off his own underwear. His cock is huge. A man's cock, but he's seventeen, so I guess it's supposed to be that size by now. He steps past me into the shower and keeps talking to me about how I can make sure I'm getting enough food and what to do when my muscles are really sore. I sit and listen. This is so cool. Carson and I have never talked like this before, and I don't know why he's doing it now, but I'm glad he is.
I'll say it again. Carson is the best big brother a guy could ever have.
Soon, I'll have muscles like Carson. Maybe then my dick will get the message and start growing too. That would be incredible. Having muscles AND a cock as big as Carson's.
͠ ͠ ͠
Supper is great, because Momma serves up one of my favorite meals. Fried chicken with mashed potatoes and cream gravy. Fresh green beans from the greenhouse. Hot, buttery corn on the cob. And more of Momma's homemade biscuits.
Carson tells me to eat another piece of chicken and drink an extra glass of milk. I know why. My muscles need fuel.
Mattie must think we're up to something, because she gives us a distrustful look. I ignore her and take another big piece of chicken off the platter at the center of the table.
Momma smiles really big because I'm eating so good.
Poppa nods his head, clears his throat, and says, "Those two-year-old colts and fillies need to be broken to saddle and trained this summer. Carson is going to be busy helping me with the lower pastures. I want to clear out some river bottom land and plant bermuda grass down there. Should grow fine without irrigation, being so close to the river and all. That means you'll have to train the horses, Truman."
The good feelings I had been having stop. My stomach churns. Suddenly I don't want any more chicken. "Wha-a-at?" I stutter.
Poppa grins. "I want you to break the horses and train them. We'll take them to auction at the end of the summer and sell them for a good price."
"But, ummm, I don't know how to do all that," I manage to say.
Poppa looks at Momma. He grins, so I know he's up to something.
She shakes her head at Poppa and says, "Quit teasing him, my love. Tell him the rest."
Poppa chuckles and looks back at me. "I've hired a young man to come work with the two-year-olds. He'll be here Saturday. He'll do most of the training, but I want you to work with him. Be his helper. Do whatever he needs you to do, but also learn what he knows. You're good with animals, Truman, so this will be a new skill you can bring to the farm, once Monty teaches you."
"Monty?" I ask.
"Yes. Monty McDowell is his name."
I nod. My stomach isn't churning so much now. I like learning new things, and working with the horses is probably my favorite thing to do on the farm. This should be fun. I hope Monty McDowell is a good teacher, like Mr. Jacoby. I hope he likes me. I hope he doesn't mind a smart student who listens well and works hard.
Carson reaches over and spoons more green beans onto my plate. I smirk at him. Muscles!
͠ ͠ ͠
The next morning, I wake up in excruciating pain. I try to lift the heavy quilt off my body, but my arms refuse to cooperate. The muscles in my chest, shoulders, and arms are burning. Oh, my God, something is really, really wrong!
"Carson!" I shout. When he doesn't respond, I yell again. "CARSON!"
My bedroom door opens and Carson, dressed only in his underwear, sticks his head in my room. "What?"
"Carson. Something's bad wrong. My arms won't move, and they feel like they're on fire."
The alarm in his face disappears and is replaced by amusement. "Stay right there, little brother. I'll be right back."
He turns and walks out of my room, returning soon with a small tube. He lifts the quilt off my body and says, "Just stay still. This will help." He squeezes out a thick gel onto his hands and gently rubs it into my chest. Whatever it is, it makes my eyes sting. It feels hot on my skin wherever he spreads it around, and the heat gradually soaks down into my muscles. He squirts out more and rubs my shoulders and arms, which makes me grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask.
Carson chuckles and helps me sit up. He rubs more ointment into my back while he explains. "Nothing's wrong, bro. I told you yesterday that lifting weights makes small tears in the muscles. Your body is letting you know with pain this morning. It will go away, but you'll be sore all day. We might have done too much yesterday, so we'll take it easy this afternoon when we work your legs."
"It didn't hurt this bad when that colt kicked me in the hip."
More chuckling. "It'll stop hurting soon. The liniment will help. And getting up and moving your arms will too."
He stands up and motions for me to get out of bed. I let out a small yelp when I try pushing off with my arms. "I'm not trying to be a wimp," I tell Carson, gritting my teeth.
"I know," he replies, very patiently. "Let me help." He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet, then turns and grabs my pants and holds them for me, while I slide my legs inside. He works them up my legs and even tucks my dick in for me. He pulls up the zipper and snaps the button.
I look at my shirt laying on the chair. I glance at Carson and grimace. He nods and picks up the shirt, holding it open for me to slide my arms inside.
"You're doing fine, Truman. Let's get you dressed and moving. Doing chores will get the blood flowing in your arms and make you feel better."
I tell myself over and over, `Don't complain. Don't be a wimp. Carson is helping you.'
And he is helping. When there are chores I can't do, he jumps in and helps me out. When we finish everything up, he helps me undress and get in the shower. The hot water feels incredible on my sore body. Carson even strips down and climbs in with me to shampoo my hair. My dick starts to get hard when I feel his man-cock brushing against my hip, but I turn sideways until it droops back down. I don't think Carson notices.
Toweled dry by my big brother, I don't feel like a little baby at all, because Carson is really amazing the entire time. He talks to me about how it will take a few months before I'll see results and where the first muscles will show up. Then he dries himself off and walks with me to my room.
"Can you dress yourself now?" he asks, in a concerned but not mean way.
"I think so."
"Call me if you need me."
"Okay."
We eat our usual big breakfast, then grab our lunches. Walking down the lane in front of our house, headed for the main highway where the bus picks us up, I shake my head in amazement. I can't believe everything Carson has done for me, but he's not finished.
Carson puts his arm across my shoulder and says, "Sometimes bullies fuck with you only because you let them."
Mattie glares at Carson because he said the f--- word, and none of us are supposed to say that.
Carson ignores her. He pulls me against his side and says, "Like on the bus. They take all the seats and play their little games because they know they can. But a guy who isn't a little bitch won't care about their stupid games. He'll let them know it doesn't work. You know what I mean?"
I nod. I guess I've been letting this go for a long time, giving the jerks a chance to fuck with me. I think I'm allowed to use the f--- word in my head, now that Carson said it out loud. That's really what they're doing. Just fucking with me. Trying to see what I'll let them do. Carson's right. They're only doing this because I let them.
Of course, knowing what they're doing and stopping them from doing it are two different things. I'm not sure I can stand up to them. I'm afraid I'll give up at the last minute and give in to their games. I don't want to be a wimp. Carson is showing me how to get big muscles, and starting this weekend, Monty McDowell will be teaching me to train horses. A big, muscular horse trainer isn't a wimp. He wouldn't put up with shit from the other guys.
We reach the highway just as the bus is screeching to a stop. Carson holds back. Mattie pushes ahead and gets on the bus, headed for her "reserved" back seat.
Carson gives me a nod and a grin, squeezes my shoulder one more time, and pushes me gently toward the bus.
I climb up the steps and look down the aisle. Yeah. Like always. Someone sitting in every seat, and they're looking at me, grinning or snarling. Ugly little space pirates.
I choose one seat and stand next to the kid sitting there. "Move over," I say, staring him down.
He seems surprised I'm even talking to him. He shakes his head. "I was saving this seat for someone," he mumbles.
"Yeah? Well, thanks. Thanks for saving it for ME. I'm here now, so move over."
He frowns and swings his legs into the aisle so that I can get around him and sit next to the window. That's fine by me. I plop down next to him, drop my backpack at my feet, and hold my lunch in my lap. I look up and see Carson grinning at me.
He moves down the aisle and points at one of the other space pirates. The kid squeaks and scoots across the aisle. Carson sits down, saving the spot next to him for Nancy Jo, who I can see standing at the road a mile down the way, waiting to be picked up next.
The bus rumbles into motion and heads off.
I look out the window and smile really big. Muscles. Horse trainer. Disintegrated space pirates.
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<p class="MsoTitle"><a name="_Hlk151428450">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></a></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%">By Wes Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
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<h1><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Chapter Three<o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I decide to sit
beneath a tree to eat my lunch. I want to be alone today, not that anyone ever
sits next to me during lunch most days. After all, they're too good to eat with
the poor farmer's boy. And that's really stupid, because I always eat better
food than they get from the cafeteria. Momma packs incredible lunches for us. Like
today ... I have a thick sandwich on homemade bread with a huge slice of ham and
two different kinds of cheese, a salad with fresh tomatoes, carrots, and
lettuce out of our greenhouse, and a slice of homemade apple pie. The town kids
think they're better than us because they stand in line to get boring cafeteria
pizza and canned mixed vegetables. Nasty. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">But even if they
did want to sit with me, I don't want to sit with them. Not today. Not after
the crap the guys pulled in the shower after PE. Why are they such creeps? I've
never done anything to any of them, except maybe be smarter than they are, but
I've never said hateful things to them like what they say to me all the time. I've
never shoved them into lockers as I walk by. I've never called them names or
made fun of their bodies. I've never hidden their clothes or thrown their
towels into the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">And I don't know
how to fix this, because I don't know how it got broken. When did I become the <span class="GramE">guy</span> the other kids hated? What did I do? Did someone paint a
big sign on my back that says: `This guy is a real loser so make him miserable
today?'<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Even my mom's apple
pie can't pull me out of my bad mood. I feel like crying, but I won't do that. No,
<span class="SpellE">`cause</span> these jerks would love to see my cry. I'll
just eat the rest of the pie and sit here under this tree and think about all
the ways I'd love to see those guys get humiliated like they've been
humiliating me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">A shadow falls on
the grass in front of me. I turn and see Carson standing next to the tree,
holding his sack lunch. The older kids eat after us younger kids. Staggered
lunch schedules. Seventh, eighth and ninth graders eat from 11:30 until
noon.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All the rest, including my
brother, eat from 11:45 until 12:15.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don't
know why. I'm sure some adult somewhere decided it was a good idea to slightly
separate the rabble from the school royalty.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Eating alone
again, Squirt?" he asks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I want to say,
`Duh. What gave you your first clue?' But I know better than to be a smart ass
with Carson. Besides, he sounds like he's worried about me, even if he did call
me a squirt, which he knows I hate.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I just nod my head
and take another bite of apple pie.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson sits down
next to me and opens his bag. Momma made him two sandwiches, both like mine,
but Carson is twice as big as me, so he eats more. He takes a big bite of one
sandwich, looks around while he chews, and asks, "Why did you eat out here? It's
<span class="SpellE">kinda</span> windy today."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He's right. It is
windy and a little cold, even with my windbreaker on. I shrug and say, "I
didn't want to eat inside. I don't mind the cold. I like it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He nods thoughtfully,
takes another bite, and chews slowly. I finish my pie and carefully fold up my lunch
bag. Momma can use it again tomorrow. She likes it when we don't waste stuff.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson looks
around, like he's searching for something, then he looks back at me. "Anything
I should know about?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Like what?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Like ... are the guys
giving you a hard time?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I wish I could ask
Carson for help, but I'm sure it won't do any good. He can't watch out for me
all day long, and he graduates in two months. When he's no longer here, what
will I do then? I sure can't stand up for myself, and even if Carson stomps a
few kids for bullying me, they'll eventually get even. I look at Carson, sigh,
and say, "It's okay, Carson. Really. Nothing I can't handle."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson nods but
he's also frowning, so I know he doesn't believe me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I try again. "I'm
not a whiny bitch, Carson. I'm not going to run to my big brother and rat out
the jerks who give me a hard time. I'll just handle it myself. Somehow."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson takes
another big bite of his ham sandwich. The bell rings, so I know I have five
minutes before my next class starts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">As I stand up to
leave, Carson says, "I know you're not a bitch, Truman. I'm proud of you, bro."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I turn and look
closely at Carson. He doesn't usually have nice things to say about me.
"Thanks, Carson."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He nods. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I turn and walk
away, feeling his eyes on my back as I head into the building.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I make it through
the rest of the day. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Fourth period English,
which I like, because I want to be a famous writer someday like Robert Heinlein
or Isaac Asimov or Frank Herbert. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Fifth period Science,
which is an easy class for me, with all the reading I do. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">And sixth period Geography,
which is especially boring at the end of the day when everyone is just waiting
for the last bell to ring. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Finally, the sound
of freedom echoes through the school and everyone, students and teachers,
achieve escape velocity at last, launching ourselves away from the Black Hole We
Call School. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I wait in line for
the bus with the other kids who live south of town. Riding the bus isn't so bad
in the afternoon. In the morning, our farm is the next to the last stop, so
that means the other kids can pull their stupid seat grabbing game, claiming
all the seats and making me look for a place to sit. In the afternoon, it's
different. We line up on the grass in front of the school. If I'm near the
front of the line, I can find a seat easy, as long as I don't try to take
Mattie's seat at the back of the bus with her stupid witch friends. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">The bus pulls up
and we climb inside. I grab an empty seat halfway down. Because the other kids
basically hate me, I get a seat all to myself. I'm okay with that.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The bus is headed to the elementary school
next, and Toby Welsh will sit next to me. I wonder if Toby will want me to
throw my windbreaker over our laps again so we can ... you know. I start to chub
up just thinking about it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">When we get to the
elementary school, Toby and the rest of the little kids climb on. But Toby doesn't
sit with me. One of his friends from school is coming home with him this
afternoon, probably to ride horses at Toby's house, so they sit together in one
of the seats up front. I have to admit I'm a little disappointed. I sort of
wanted to see if Toby wanted to play with my boner and let me play with his. Why
am I so stupid? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I look out the
window and watch the houses go by until we're out in the country, headed for
our farms where we will have afternoon chores to do, then supper to eat, and a
little time to watch television or read a book before bedtime.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Then we'll start
all over again tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">But there's a
change in the routine tonight. After we finish our afternoon chores, Carson
grabs my arm and pulls me into the barn. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"What's going on?"
I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He points at an old
weight bench that was stored in the corner. I remember he begged Poppa to buy
it for him when he started playing football years ago. Carson doesn't use it
anymore because he began working out at school instead. Some rich oil baron guy
bought a fancy weight room for the school, to help our team win a state
championship or something. But for a couple of years, Carson was always out
here, lifting weights, getting stronger and stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson walks me
over to the bench and makes me sit down. Then he brings over the smallest
dumbbells and hands them to me. He shows me how to lift them up slowly, hold
them, then lower them just as slow. "Don't just drop it. Make your muscles work
all the way down too," Carson says, holding my fist as I lower the dumbbell. "Nine
more," he adds, watching me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I lift and lower
the dumbbell just as Carson said, then I switch hands and do the same with the
other arm, ten times.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">For an hour, Carson
shows me different exercises I can do to build up my arms. My muscles are
burning and wobbly at the end, and I'm struggling to even lift the weights. He
tells me that's good, actually, because it means I've torn the muscles
slightly, and they'll heal back stronger than ever. I guess that's how you get
big muscles. First you break down the tissues. Then you eat good food to fuel
your body for repairing the damage. It's weird, but I get it. I guess this is
one time when being broken is a good thing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson tells me
we'll do different exercises tomorrow. For my legs. And he says we'll work on
my core the day after that. I'm not sure what my core is, but I'll do whatever
Carson says. Maybe when I have muscles like him, the jerks in my PE class will
think twice before they mess with me. This is so great. Carson is the best big
brother a guy could ever have.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">There's just one
thing I don't understand. Why's he doing all this?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">We push the weight
bench back into the corner and head into the house. Carson lets me shower
first. He sits on the toilet in his underwear and talks to me about what I
should be eating now. Lots of meats and proteins. And beans and milk and
peanuts and rice. All foods I like, but he tells me I need to eat more of them,
now that my body needs the extra fuel to grow muscle. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I finish my shower
and step out. Carson glances down at my dick, but doesn't say anything. He just
squeezes my shoulder gently and strips off his own underwear. His cock is huge.
A man's cock, but he's seventeen, so I guess it's supposed to be that size by
now. He steps past me into the shower and keeps talking to me about how I can
make sure I'm getting enough food and what to do when my muscles are really
sore. I sit and listen. This is so cool. Carson and I have never talked like
this before, and I don't know why he's doing it now, but I'm glad he is.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I'll say it again. Carson
is the best big brother a guy could ever have.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Soon, I'll have
muscles like Carson. Maybe then my dick will get the message and start growing
too. That would be incredible. Having muscles AND a cock as big as Carson's.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Supper is great,
because Momma serves up one of my favorite meals. Fried chicken with mashed
potatoes and cream gravy. Fresh green beans from the greenhouse. Hot, buttery
corn on the cob. And more of Momma's homemade biscuits. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson tells me to
eat another piece of chicken and drink an extra glass of milk. I know why. My
muscles need fuel. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Mattie must think
we're up to something, because she gives us a distrustful look. I ignore her
and take another big piece of chicken off the platter at the center of the
table.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Momma smiles really
big because I'm eating so good. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Poppa nods his
head, clears his throat, and says, "Those two-year-old colts and fillies need
to be broken to saddle and trained this summer. Carson is going to be busy
helping me with the lower pastures. I want to clear out some river bottom land
and plant <span class="SpellE">bermuda</span> grass down there. Should grow fine without
irrigation, being so close to the river and all. That means you'll have to train
the horses, Truman."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">The good feelings I
had been having stop. My stomach churns. Suddenly I don't want any more
chicken. "Wha-a-at?" I stutter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Poppa grins. "I
want you to break the horses and train them. We'll take them to auction at the
end of the summer and sell them for a good price."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"But, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, I don't know how to do all that," I manage to say.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Poppa looks at
Momma. He grins, so I know he's up to something.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">She shakes her head
at Poppa and says, "Quit teasing him, my love. Tell him the rest."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Poppa chuckles and
looks back at me. "I've hired a young man to come work with the two-year-olds. He'll
be here Saturday. He'll do most of the training, but I want you to work with
him. Be his helper. Do whatever he needs you to do, but also learn what he
knows. You're good with animals, Truman, so this will be a new skill you can
bring to the farm, once Monty teaches you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Monty?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Yes. Monty McDowell
is his name."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I nod. My stomach
isn't churning so much now. I like learning new things, and working with the
horses is probably my favorite thing to do on the farm. This should be fun. I
hope Monty McDowell is a good teacher, like Mr. Jacoby. I hope he likes me. I
hope he doesn't mind a smart student who listens well and works hard.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson reaches over
and spoons more green beans onto my plate. I smirk at him. Muscles!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">The next morning, I
wake up in excruciating pain. I try to lift the heavy quilt off my body, but my
arms refuse to cooperate. The muscles in my chest, shoulders, and arms are
burning. Oh, my God, something is really, really wrong!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Carson!" I shout. When
he doesn't respond, I yell again. "CARSON!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">My bedroom door
opens and Carson, dressed only in his underwear, sticks his head in my room. "What?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Carson. Something's
bad wrong. My arms won't move, and they feel like they're on fire."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">The alarm in his
face disappears and is replaced by amusement. "Stay right there, little
brother. I'll be right back."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He turns and walks out
of my room, returning soon with a small tube. He lifts the quilt off my body
and says, "Just stay still. This will help." He squeezes out a thick gel onto
his hands and gently rubs it into my chest. Whatever it is, it makes my eyes
sting. It feels hot on my skin wherever he spreads it around, and the heat
gradually soaks down into my muscles. He squirts out more and rubs my shoulders
and arms, which makes me grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"What's wrong with
me?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson chuckles and
helps me sit up. He rubs more ointment into my back while he explains. "Nothing's
wrong, bro. I told you yesterday that lifting weights makes small tears in the
muscles. Your body is letting you know with pain this morning. It will go away,
but you'll be sore all day. We might have done too much yesterday, so we'll
take it easy this afternoon when we work your legs."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"It didn't hurt
this bad when that colt kicked me in the hip."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">More chuckling. "It'll
stop hurting soon. The liniment will help. And getting up and moving your arms will
too."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He stands up and
motions for me to get out of bed. I let out a small yelp when I try pushing off
with my arms. "I'm not trying to be a wimp," I tell Carson, gritting my teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"I know," he replies,
very patiently. "Let me help." He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet, then
turns and grabs my pants and holds them for me, while I slide my legs inside. He
works them up my legs and even tucks my dick in for me. He pulls up the zipper
and snaps the button. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I look at my shirt
laying on the chair. I glance at Carson and grimace. He nods and picks up the
shirt, holding it open for me to slide my arms inside.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"You're doing fine,
Truman. Let's get you dressed and moving. Doing chores will get the blood
flowing in your arms and make you feel better."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I tell myself over
and over, `Don't complain. Don't be a wimp. Carson is helping you.'<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">And he is helping. When
there are chores I can't do, he jumps in and helps me out. When we finish
everything up, he helps me undress and get in the shower. The hot water feels
incredible on my sore body. Carson even strips down and climbs in with me to
shampoo my hair. My dick starts to get hard when I feel his man-cock brushing
against my hip, but I turn sideways until it <span class="SpellE">droops</span>
back down. I don't think Carson notices.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Toweled dry by my
big brother, I don't feel like a little baby at all, because Carson is really
amazing the entire time. He talks to me about how it will take a few months
before I'll see results and where the first muscles will show up. Then he dries
himself off and walks with me to my room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Can you dress
yourself now?" he asks, in a concerned but not mean way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"I think so."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Call me if you
need me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Okay."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">We eat our usual big
breakfast, then grab our lunches. Walking down the lane in front of our house,
headed for the main highway where the bus picks us up, I shake my head in
amazement. I can't believe everything Carson has done for me, but he's not
finished.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson puts his arm
across my shoulder and says, "Sometimes bullies fuck with you only because you
let them." <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Mattie glares at
Carson because he said the f--- word, and none of us are supposed to say that.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson ignores her.
He pulls me against his side and says, "Like on the bus. They take all the
seats and play their little games because they know they can. But a guy who
isn't a little bitch won't care about their stupid games. He'll let them know
it doesn't work. You know what I mean?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I nod. I guess I've
been letting this go for a long time, giving the jerks a chance to fuck with
me. I think I'm allowed to use the f--- word in my head, now that Carson said
it out loud. That's really what they're doing. Just fucking with me. Trying to
see what I'll let them do. Carson's right. They're only doing this because I
let them. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Of course, knowing
what they're doing and stopping them from doing it are two different things. I'm
not sure I can stand up to them. I'm afraid I'll give up at the last minute and
give in to their games. I don't want to be a wimp. Carson is showing me how to
get big muscles, and starting this weekend, Monty McDowell will be teaching me
to train horses. A big, muscular horse trainer isn't a wimp. He wouldn't put up
with shit from the other guys. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">We reach the
highway just as the bus is screeching to a stop. Carson holds back. Mattie
pushes ahead and gets on the bus, headed for her "reserved" back seat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">Carson gives me a
nod and a grin, squeezes my shoulder one more time, and pushes me gently toward
the bus. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I climb up the
steps and look down the aisle. Yeah. Like always. Someone sitting in every
seat, and they're looking at me, grinning or snarling. Ugly little space
pirates. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I choose one seat
and stand next to the kid sitting there. "Move over," I say, staring him down.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He seems surprised
I'm even talking to him. He shakes his head. "I was saving this seat for
someone," he mumbles.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">"Yeah? Well,
thanks. Thanks for saving it for ME. I'm here now, so move over."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He frowns and
swings his legs into the aisle so that I can get around him and sit next to the
window. That's fine by me. I plop down next to him, drop my backpack at my
feet, and hold my lunch in my lap. I look up and see Carson grinning at me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">He moves down the
aisle and points at one of the other space pirates. The kid squeaks and scoots
across the aisle. Carson sits down, saving the spot next to him for Nancy Jo,
who I can see standing at the road a mile down the way, waiting to be picked up
next.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">The bus rumbles into
motion and heads off. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450">I look out the
window and smile really big. Muscles. Horse trainer. Disintegrated space pirates.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bookmark:_Hlk151428450"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">The end of BROKEN, Chapter Three<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Nine
I wake up the next morning and feel a change in the weather. It's still cool, and the breeze blowing through the window makes me glad I have my warm cocoon underneath the heavy blankets, but I can tell that it's different today. The chill has left the air.
I toss the blankets aside and walk to the window. Goosebumps on my naked flesh!
I lean out the window and take a deep breath. The smell of garden soil, freshly turned and ready to be planted, rises up from below. I also smell something sweet and almost fruity. The yellow half-moon is rising in the east, shining just enough light on the side of the house for me to see that the honeysuckles next to my window have begun to bloom! That's what I'm smelling, and there's a faint whiff of moisture in the air too. It might rain later this morning, and not a teeth-chattering blast of ice-cold water pelting you while trying to do chores, but a warm Spring sprinkle that makes you want to dance and laugh and spin in circles while your body gets soaked. Springtime is finally here, and the grip of winter has been broken.
I see a faint purple glow on the horizon. Sunrise is still an hour away. It's time to get dressed and help Poppa and Carson with the morning chores. Then eat Momma's amazing breakfast. And it's my first morning working with Monty as a full-time horse trainer! No riding to school on the bus, no sitting at a desk next to stupid classmates, no PE, no showers, no jerks!
Change in the weather. Change in my life.
I can't wait to get started!
I turn and grab my jeans off the chair. I pull them on quickly and tuck myself in. Zip up and snap them shut. Grab a tee-shirt and work my arms into it. Ouch, just a little sore from the last workout, but not bad. I think I'm getting used to it. I dash out into the hall and beat Carson into the bathroom. I'm first to pee, and he stands at the door, leaning against the frame, scratching his belly. He watches me, waiting, and when I finish and move to the sink, he slides in next to me and pushes his underwear down. His big cock flops out and immediately starts hosing down the toilet. I look at his cock, then up at him. He's yawning. When he finally closes his mouth and opens his eyes, he sees me looking at him and grins at me. He tussles my hair gently, and I hug him from the side, pressing my face against his warm skin.
Is it weird to hug your mostly naked brother while he's pissing? Doesn't feel weird to me. Not anymore. I feel close to him, after all that's happened this week, and I like the change in our relationship.
Mattie is standing in the hall, impatiently waiting for her chance at the bathroom. No change there. She's still a nasty witch from the Dark Nebula.
I head downstairs and find Poppa hugging Momma from behind as she rolls out the biscuits. That's also not a change. They're always hugging each other. And stealing kisses. I grin and sneak up on them, then grab them both in a hug from the side. Momma squeals and Poppa chuckles. They both hug me back. Momma leans down to kiss me on the cheek. Poppa squeezes my arm and comments on how big my muscles are getting. He's silly. They haven't grown yet. I check every day, so I know, but it feels great that he's saying it.
Monty is sitting at the table, drinking coffee. That's a change. He usually has coffee out in the bunkhouse, but I guess he's feeling more like a part of the family now. I slide into the chair next to him and ask him what he has planned for the training today. He gives me a quick overview while he sips his coffee.
Carson comes clomping down the stairs, dressed for the morning chores. He swats me on the shoulder as he passes me, headed for the door. Poppa motions at me and Monty to come too, and the four of us walk out into the still, pre-dawn air to begin the day.
I'm out of grain for the chickens. The sack I've been using is nearly empty, and I need a new one. They're not light. About fifty pounds of dead weight, and I usually need Carson's help to pull a new sack out of storage. This morning, I try to wrestle it out on my own. Hey! I surprise myself by getting it down without any help! It's still bulky and hard to manage, and I can't yank it out and toss it over my shoulder like Carson can, but I'm able to pull a new bag off the stack and load it into a wheelbarrow, then wheel it out to the chicken house.
Carson notices. He starts heading my way, like he's going to help, then stops and stares when he realizes I've managed on my own. He gives me a thumb's up. I smile and wave and keep going. It's another change.
We finish the chores faster than usual. Monty is helping, so it doesn't take as long. Poppa thanks him. Carson claps him on the back. I give him a cowboy hug.
We men walk back to the house together for breakfast.
͠ ͠ ͠
It feels strange walking to the pasture next to Monty after breakfast instead of walking down the lane with Carson and Mattie to catch the bus.
I'm carrying the halters and lead ropes. Monty is carrying the lunge strap, an extra-long lead that we'll be using this morning.
The young horses see us coming. The fillies walk slowly towards us; they know the drill. The colts dance around, moving close, then running away. They're like this every morning. Goofy.
Monty and I slide the halters on the fillies and brush them down as their reward for coming in to start work. We ignore the colts. With both fillies haltered up, we snap regular leads in place and start walking them side by side. Then Monty clicks his tongue, the signal to trot, and tugs on the lead to get Misty to speed up. I do the same with Cinnamon, and we trot them down to the fence and stop them. We turn and head back, walking at first, then clicking our tongues as we tug them into a trot. It doesn't take long before the fillies are responding to our verbal commands and breaking into a slow trot the moment they hear the clicking noise.
"Time to add a canter," Monty says. While trotting, he gives a sharp hiss and takes off running. Misty's ears perk forward at the sound, and she breaks into a loping canter to keep up.
Horses have three gaits: walk, trot, and canter. Well, I guess there are other gaits too. Some people say a gallop is different from a canter, but I can't really tell. It just looks a lot faster to me. I should ask Monty to tell me the difference. And I've heard there are some breeds of horses that have special gaits they do, that look really different and amazing, but our horses are just good old quarter horses, and the only gaits we're interested in are walk, trot, and canter. Walking is nice and slow, and trotting can be slow or faster, but since we're leading the horses, we can't go all that fast. Cantering is hard to do when a horse is on a lead like this. It means Monty and I have to race along next to them to keep up. I'm sure glad Carson has been working on my legs to make them stronger.
For what we're teaching them this morning, the horses don't need their full speed. We just want them to get used to the sound of our voice commands. The fillies pick it up quick, moving into a trot or canter when they hear us click or hiss, dropping back down when we command them to walk or say, "Whoa."
The colts watch us working with Cinnamon and Misty. They're curious, and when it's their turn, they come over and let us halter them up. They're just as smart as the girls, but they're also ornery, so they try to get away with bites and misbehaving every now and then. Monty and I don't put up with it. We watch them closely and call them back in line every time, so eventually they give up the games and work with us. That's when we praise them and continue teaching them to follow our cues.
When we finish the training, we spend an hour grooming them. Brushing them down, scratching their backs and above their tails, loving on them.
The sun is well up now, and the day is warming. I can hear birds singing in the trees around the house, and every now and then the lowing of a cow whose calf has drifted too far from her side.
Monty is brushing Chance.
I'm grooming Misty.
"How do you like being off from school?" Monty asks.
Shrugging, I reply, "There are a lot of things I won't miss. Dealing with the assholes is one of them. But I like learning, and it's not going to be as much fun having to read everything out of the textbooks on my own."
"It's only for a few weeks, right?"
"Yeah. We were pretty much done in all my classes. The last month of the year is mostly review and taking the final exams. The last week is torture, because everyone wants the year to just END already. The teachers schedule a LOT of films that week."
Monty chuckles. "Hey, it wasn't that long ago for me. I remember what it's like."
I grin. "What's your last memory of school?"
Monty frowns, then wrinkles his brow and says, "I, uh, skipped my last year of school. Joined the army and headed off to boot camp."
"Why?"
He swallows hard, then says, "It felt like the best way to deal with everything that was going on in my life at the time."
I can see that Monty doesn't want to talk about it, so I ask, "How long were you in the army?"
"Four years. Spent some time in Florida, then a short tour in Germany, and when they asked me if I wanted to re-up, I said no. Worked in restaurants for a couple of years, then decided I wouldn't be happy until I got back to the life I left behind."
I'm doing the math in my head. He was probably 17 when he joined. Four years in the army. Two years as an unhappy waiter. That would make him 23? He looks younger than that, but that could be because I see him as my friend, not just another adult.
"Enough talk about me," Monty says, leaning across the colt's back. "Do you think these horses are ready to try lunging?"
"That's what I thought we were going to do this morning," I reply.
Monty nods. "I wasn't sure how quickly they'd pick up the gait commands, but they're coming along fast, so I think we're ready. Let's bring them up to the round pen and give it a try."
The horses all have their halters on, so we snap on the leads and walk them back up the lane to the stables and the round pen out back. We have one special corral where we train horses. It's round, about sixty feet across, with a tall, six-foot-high fence and soft sand inside. We'll be breaking the horses to saddle here, when they're ready, but for now, it's the perfect place to teach them to lunge. We can stand in the middle and teach the horses to run in a big circle around us, switching gaits on command, starting, stopping, changing direction. It's a good way to exercise a horse too, but for these two-year-olds, it's the next step in their education.
We take Misty into the round pen and put the other three into side stalls. Monty stands in the center, holding the end of the lunge strap. I start off walking next to Misty, keeping her out at the end of the lead. The filly wants to walk toward Monty, but I keep a hand on her halter to show her where we want her to walk. She picks it up quick, and soon I'm able to climb up and sit on the top rail of the corral while Monty takes the horse through her paces. She's fantastic.
Next up is Cinnamon. Monty and I switch places for Cinnamon. I'm in the middle of the corral, giving the commands. Monty is guiding her along until she understands what we're asking. Two down. Two to go.
Strangely enough, the colts aren't any trouble at all. I guess they've been watching the girls and figuring out what we want. They seem to enjoy working at the end of the lunge strap. One of them even kicks and farts while he's cantering.
It's getting close to noon, so we take some time to brush the horses down and turn them out onto the pasture again. Monty and I gather up all the gear and head into the barn to put it away.
He turns me to face him and places one hand on each of my shoulders. "That was a good morning, Truman. And a great training session. With you helping me, we'll have these horses saddled in no time."
I grin up at him. "Cowboy hug?" I ask.
When he nods, I slide into his arms, pressing my cheek against his warm chest, breathing in his scent, feeling his arms around me, holding me close. I'm not sure why I like hugging Monty like this, but it feels�I don't know�right, somehow.
͠ ͠ ͠
That afternoon, Momma has me sit down at the kitchen table and do schoolwork. Poppa and Monty take the tractor down to the river bottom and start clearing out brush for the new fields Poppa is planning to put in.
It doesn't take me long to finish my schoolwork. I'm beginning to see how much of my day is wasted on walking between classes, listening to morons ask stupid questions, and waiting for teachers to answer stupid questions.
I show Momma my finished homework. She rubs me on the back and thanks me for working so hard. I gather up my books and papers and take them all up to my room. Then I head outside.
I'm bored, so I head over the bunkhouse. Maybe I'll read Monty's book again. I know we need to start getting the horses accustomed to blankets and saddles next, but I can't remember if we do that before or after we teach them to wear bridles.
I scan through the chapter that talks about the next stage of training. The author writes that it's up to us to decide, depending on the animal's temperament. I should have guessed that.
I put the book back on the side table and look around. Monty's bed is sloppy. He didn't make it up this morning. The blankets are tossed back into place, and it's obvious he just rolled out of bed and left it pretty much unmade.
I walk over and pick up his pillow. I lift it to my nose and take a deep sniff. It smells like Monty. I love this smell.
I put the pillow back on the bed and lie face down. My nose is pressed into the pillow. My cock is pressed into the mattress. I feel myself getting hard, so I slowly thrust forward, enjoying the feeling of the bed pushing back against my cock. I groan and keep thrusting. I have to slide one hand inside my jeans and move stuff around to make it more comfortable. I pull my hand out and press Monty's pillow against my face while I begin humping the mattress faster. I'm really hard now, and it's beginning to feel tingly.
The bunkhouse door swings open. I roll over and suck in a breath. Monty is standing in the doorway, looking at me. There's no way I can explain this. I'm on his bed. I'm holding his pillow to my chest. My pants are tented out with a full-on boner.
I'm so, so dead.
͠ ͠ ͠
I quickly roll off Monty's bed on the far side and run into the bathroom at the back of the bunkhouse, slamming the door behind me. I slide to the floor with my back to the door, covering my ears with both hands. I can barely hear Monty on the other side of the door, calling my name, pleading with me to open the door, and now I'm gasping for breath, trying to stop the tears from flowing. How could I be so stupid? Why did I do that? Now Monty will hate me, and he'll tell my parents what I was doing. There's no way I can explain it. After what happened at school, everyone will think I encouraged Clayton to touch me with his cock. They'll believe his story now. They'll think I was staring at his cock and that I wanted him to fuck me in the shower and that I'm a stupid, broken gay boy who gets boners just from smelling Monty's pillow and imagining him hugging me in his bed and ...
I hear a soft voice, calling to me through the door. "Truman. I know you can hear me, and I'm going to sit here on the other side of this door until you come out. I'm not leaving until you do, even if we miss supper and breakfast too. And the horses are going to wonder where we are and when we're going to train them some more. But the entire world will just have to wait for us, because I ain't going nowhere until you come out and give me a big cowboy hug and talk to me."
I moan, "Why would you want a hug from a stupid, gay pervert like me?"
Monty doesn't answer right away. Then I hear: "Is that what you think you are?"
"What else do you call a boy who humps your bed while he's sniffing your pillow?"
I hear a soft chuckle. "I suppose I call him a normal, horny teenager."
I'm sure Monty can hear the disgust in my voice when I reply, "Horny maybe. Normal, not a chance. How can you say that was normal?"
"Would it change your mind if I told you I know another boy who did the very same thing, and who got caught just like you did?"
"Who?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter, Truman. You'll have to trust me when I say it's a very common thing for a teenager to do."
"It's still not right. Aren't you mad that I was humping your bed?"
"No. Not at all." Monty pauses. "You know ... it would be a lot easier to have this conversation with the door open."
"I can't look you in the face right now, Monty. It would be too embarrassing."
"Can we at least open the door? We can sit back-to-back, so you won't have to look me in the eye."
"Fine," I say, standing up and opening the door. Monty is sitting on the floor with his back to the door. He doesn't look around when I open the door, but waits for me to sit back down. I lean back against him. Our shoulders are touching. My head rests in the curve of his neck. I can feel his warmth, and for some reason, it calms me down.
"Is this okay?" Monty asks, gently.
I nod, and I know he can feel my head moving.
"Truman ..."
"What?"
"You called yourself a stupid gay pervert. We both know you aren't stupid. Far from it. You're one of the smartest kids I know."
"If I'm so smart, why did I do such a stupid thing and get caught at it?"
"Truman, what you did wasn't stupid, but it was careless. What if had been your dad or mom who walked into the bunkhouse?"
"They would have knocked first. They've always told us kids that the bunkhouse is like a stranger's house when we have hired hands living here. We have to be polite, knock, and wait to be invited inside."
"I see, so maybe it wasn't careless."
"Nah. It was. `Cause you're allowed to open the door and walk right in. It's your place. And I wasn't expecting you back so soon."
"So we can agree that it wasn't stupid, but it was a little careless?"
I sigh. "Sure. If you want to say that, but that's not important. It's still a super pervy stunt for a guy to pull, humping another guy's bed."
I can feel Monty nodding his head. "You wanna tell me why my bed made you feel so horny?"
"No, I don't want to tell you, actually."
"Don't you think you kinda owe it to me? After all, it was my bed you were trying to poke a hole through."
I giggle and he chuckles. Then I sigh and say, "I don't really know why, Monty. I was just stretched out there on your bed, and everything smelled like you. Your pillow. Your sheets. It was like we were in bed together, and my cock starting getting hard and rubbing against the mattress and ... it felt so good I kind of lost control."
Monty's voice is barely above a whisper. "Truman, are you gay?"
I whisper back, "I don't know, Monty. I think I might be. When Clayton's cock was bouncing around in his shorts, I thought it would fun to see him running naked. And when Mandy's butt was sticking out in front of us, I didn't care. I didn't want to see her naked. And when Clayton's cock touched me in the shower, it scared me, not because he was pushing his cock against my leg, but because I almost wanted him to do more."
I lean forward and wrap my arms around my knees, hugging them. The tears begin flowing again, trickling down my cheeks and soaking my legs. I moan and say, "I've been having these thoughts lately about all the boys. Lots of them, and I'm worried about what it means." I feel Monty get up behind me, then move next to me and wrap me in his arms, his strong, bulging arms. His chin is next to my ear. He's holding me and hugging me, and now he's crying too. His warm tears are falling on my neck.
"Monty ..."
"What is it, Truman?"
I have to say the words, to get them out while I can. "I am gay." There. I've said it, and it's actually a relief to admit it to someone.
Monty hugs me gently, then says, "Truman ..."
"Yes, Monty."
"It's okay, cowboy. I'm gay, too."
͠ ͠ ͠
"How long have you known?" I ask Monty. We're sitting on his bed now, facing each other. Monty dried my tears, and we both blew our noses, so at least we're not blubbering any more.
Monty thinks about my question and replies, "I guess I was your age when I realized that I liked boys, not girls."
"When you were living on your ranch in Montana?"
He nods. "Yep. And let me tell you, Truman, being a gay teenage cowboy isn't easy."
"Hey, being a gay teenage farmer isn't exactly easy either."
He smiles and bumps my foot with his foot. "Good point."
"Did your parents know?"
Shrugging, Monty replies, "Probably. My parents were pretty sharp. Kinda like yours. They noticed things, but they kept it to themselves. They wanted me to be happy, and they could see I wasn't chasing the girls very hard. I think most parents know, even if they don't talk to you about it."
I feel a touch of panic growing in my stomach. "Monty, do you think my parents know I'm gay?"
He thinks carefully. "Maybe," he concedes. "Like I said, your parents are sharp. They know how much Carson kisses his girlfriend on the bus."
I stop him with one hand on his knee. "They know about that?"
Grinning, he replies, "Sure do. Your father was talking to me about it a couple days ago."
"Are they mad?"
He chuckles. "Why would they be? It's normal for boys and girls to kiss."
I consider that and decide he's right. "I guess so, but how do they know? Is Mattie tattling?"
Monty shrugs. "No idea. Maybe they've talked to your bus driver or his girlfriend's parents. It's not important how they know. They know, and they're not upset. Why would they be, considering they aren't shocked about Mattie and what she does with the boys behind the barn?"
"WHAT? They know about that too?"
He nods. "They're keeping an eye on her and hoping she finds a steady boyfriend and settles down soon."
I shake my head in disbelief. "Wow. Mattie would have a cow if she knew that they knew." I pause and look at Monty. "What do they know about me?"
He gives me a serious look and answers, "They know you're a terrific kid who's finding out just exactly who he is, who's going through a difficult time in life, and who, despite the challenges he's facing, is still a terrific son and little brother. They don't know for certain that you are gay, but they will never stop loving you, no matter who you end up loving. That's how much they adore you." Monty isn't pulling my leg or buttering me up. He means what he just said. I can see it in his eyes.
I rub my face. I don't want to cry anymore.
I stand up and motion for Monty to stand up too.
"I could use that cowboy hug now," I say.
He wraps me in his arms. I press my face against his warm chest. He holds me, and doesn't let me go, even when my cock gets a little hard and starts poking him. I don't think it's a problem, `cause I feel something poking me back.
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Broken Chapter 9
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<p class="MsoTitle">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%">By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
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<h1>Chapter Nine<o:p></o:p></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I wake up the next morning and feel a change in the weather.
It's still cool, and the breeze blowing through the window makes me glad I have
my warm cocoon underneath the heavy blankets, but I can tell that it's
different today. The chill has left the air. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I toss the blankets aside and walk to the window. Goosebumps
on my naked flesh!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I lean out the window and take a deep breath. The smell of
garden soil, freshly turned and ready to be planted, rises up from below. I
also smell something sweet and almost fruity. The yellow half-moon is rising in
the east, shining just enough light on the side of the house for me to see that
the honeysuckles next to my window have begun to bloom! That's what I'm
smelling, and there's a faint whiff of moisture in the air too. It might rain
later this morning, and not a teeth-chattering blast of ice-cold water pelting
you while trying to do chores, but a warm Spring sprinkle that makes you want
to dance and laugh and spin in circles while your body gets soaked. Springtime
is finally here, and the grip of winter has been broken. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I see a faint purple glow on the horizon. Sunrise is still
an hour away. It's time to get dressed and help Poppa and Carson with the
morning chores. Then eat Momma's amazing breakfast. And it's my first morning
working with Monty as a full-time horse trainer! No riding to school on the
bus, no sitting at a desk next to stupid classmates, no PE, no showers, no
jerks! <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Change in the weather. Change in my life. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can't wait to get started!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I turn and grab my jeans off the chair. I pull them on
quickly and tuck myself in. Zip up and snap them shut. Grab a tee-shirt and
work my arms into it. Ouch, just a little sore from the last workout, but not
bad. I think I'm getting used to it. I dash out into the hall and beat Carson
into the bathroom. I'm first to pee, and he stands at the door, leaning against
the frame, scratching his belly. He watches me, waiting, and when I finish and
move to the sink, he slides in next to me and pushes his underwear down. His
big cock flops out and immediately <span class="GramE">starts</span> hosing down
the toilet. I look at his cock, then up at him. He's yawning. When he finally closes
his mouth and opens his eyes, he sees me looking at him and grins at me. He
tussles my hair gently, and I hug him from the side, pressing my face against
his warm skin. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Is it weird to hug your mostly naked brother while he's
pissing? Doesn't feel weird to me. Not anymore. I feel close to him, after all
that's happened this week, and I like the change in our relationship.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mattie is standing in the hall, impatiently waiting for her
chance at the bathroom. No change there. She's still a nasty witch from the
Dark Nebula.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I head downstairs and find Poppa hugging Momma from behind
as she rolls out the biscuits. That's also not a change. They're always hugging
each other. And stealing kisses. I grin and sneak up on them, then grab them
both in a hug from the side. Momma squeals and Poppa chuckles. They both hug me
back. Momma leans down to kiss me on the cheek. Poppa squeezes my arm and
comments on how big my muscles are getting. He's silly. They haven't grown yet.
I check every day, so I know, but it feels great that he's saying it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is sitting at the table, drinking coffee. That's a
change. He usually has coffee out in the bunkhouse, but I guess he's feeling
more like a part of the family now. I slide into the chair next to him and ask
him what he has planned for the training today. He gives me a quick overview
while he sips his coffee.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson comes clomping down the stairs, dressed for the
morning chores. He swats me on the shoulder as he passes me, headed for the
door. Poppa motions at me and Monty to come too, and the four of us walk out
into the still, pre-dawn air to begin the day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm out of grain for the chickens. The sack I've been using
is nearly empty, and I need a new one. They're not light. About fifty pounds of
dead weight, and I usually need Carson's help to pull a new sack out of
storage. This morning, I try to wrestle it out on my own. Hey! I surprise
myself by getting it down without any help! It's still bulky and hard to manage,
and I can't yank it out and toss it over my shoulder like Carson can, but I'm
able to pull a new bag off the stack and load it into a wheelbarrow, then wheel
it out to the chicken house. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson notices. He starts heading my way, like he's going to
help, then stops and <span class="SpellE">stares</span> when he realizes I've
managed on my own. He gives me a thumb's up. I smile and wave and keep going. It's
another change.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We finish the chores faster than usual. Monty is helping, so
it doesn't take as long. Poppa thanks him. Carson claps him on the back. I give
him a cowboy hug.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We men walk back to the house together for breakfast.<o:p></o:p></p>
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</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It feels strange walking to the pasture next to Monty after
breakfast instead of walking down the lane with Carson and Mattie to catch the
bus.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm carrying the halters and lead ropes. Monty is carrying
the lunge strap, an extra-long lead that we'll be using this morning.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The young horses see us coming. The fillies walk slowly
towards us; they know the drill. The colts dance around, moving close, then
running away. They're like this every morning. Goofy.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty and I slide the halters on the fillies and brush them
down as their reward for coming in to start work. We ignore the colts. With
both fillies haltered up, we snap regular leads in place and start walking them
side by side. Then Monty clicks his tongue, the signal to trot, and tugs on the
lead to get Misty to speed up. I do the same with Cinnamon, and we trot them
down to the fence and stop them. We turn and head back, walking at first, then
clicking our tongues as we tug them into a trot. It doesn't take long before
the fillies are responding to our verbal commands and breaking into a slow trot
the <span class="GramE">moment</span> they hear the clicking noise.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Time to add a canter," Monty says. While trotting, he gives
a sharp hiss and takes off running. Misty's ears perk forward at the sound, and
she breaks into a loping canter to keep up. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Horses have three gaits: walk, trot, and canter. Well, I
guess there are other gaits too. Some people say a gallop is different from a
canter, but I can't really tell. It just looks a lot faster to me. I should ask
Monty to tell me the difference. And I've heard there are some breeds of horses
that have special gaits they do, that look really different and amazing, but
our horses are just good old quarter horses, and the only gaits we're
interested in are walk, trot, and canter. Walking is nice and slow, and
trotting can be slow or faster, but since we're leading the horses, we can't go
all that fast. Cantering is hard to do when a horse is on a lead like this. It
means Monty and I have to race along next to them to keep up. I'm sure glad
Carson has been working on my legs to make them stronger.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For what we're teaching them this morning, the horses don't
need their full speed. We just want them to get used to the sound of our voice
commands. The fillies pick it up quick, moving into a trot or canter when they
hear us click or hiss, dropping back down when we command them to walk or say,
"Whoa."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The colts watch us working with Cinnamon and Misty. They're
curious, and when it's their turn, they come over and let us halter them up. They're
just as smart as the girls, but they're also ornery, so they try to get away
with bites and misbehaving every now and then. Monty and I don't put up with
it. We watch them closely and call them back in line every time, so eventually
they give up the games and work with us. That's when we praise them and
continue teaching them to follow our cues.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When we finish the training, we spend an hour grooming them.
Brushing them down, scratching their backs and above their tails, loving on
them.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The sun is well up now, and the day is warming. I can hear
birds singing in the trees around the house, and every now and then the lowing
of a cow whose calf has drifted too far from her side.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is brushing Chance. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm grooming Misty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"How do you like being off from school?" Monty asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Shrugging, I reply, "There are a lot of things I won't miss.
Dealing with the assholes is one of them. But I like learning, and it's not
going to be as much fun having to read everything out of the textbooks on my
own."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It's only for a few weeks, right?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah. We were pretty much done in all my classes. The last
month of the year is mostly review and taking the final exams. The last week is
torture, because everyone wants the year to just END already. The teachers
schedule a LOT of films that week."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty chuckles. "Hey, it wasn't that long ago for me. I
remember what it's like."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I grin. "What's your last memory of school?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty frowns, then wrinkles his brow and says, "I, uh,
skipped my last year of school. Joined the army and headed off to boot camp."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Why?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He swallows hard, then says, "It felt like the best way to
deal with everything that was going on in my life at the time." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can see that Monty doesn't want to talk about it, so I
ask, "How long were you in the army?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Four years. Spent some time in Florida, then a short tour
in Germany, and when they asked me if I wanted to re-up, I said no. Worked in
restaurants for a couple of years, then decided I wouldn't be happy until I got
back to the life I left behind."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm doing the math in my head. He was probably 17 when he
joined. Four years in the army. Two years as an unhappy waiter. That would make
him 23? He looks younger than that, but that could be because I see him as my
friend, not just another adult.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Enough talk about me," Monty says, leaning across the
colt's back. "Do you think these horses are ready to try lunging?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"That's what I thought we were going to do this morning," I
reply.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty nods. "I wasn't sure how quickly they'd pick up the
gait commands, but they're coming along fast, so I think we're ready. Let's
bring them up to the round pen and give it a try."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The horses all have their halters on, so we snap on the
leads and walk them back up the lane to the stables and the round pen out back.
We have one special corral where we train horses. It's round, about sixty feet
across, with a tall, six-foot-high fence and soft sand inside. We'll be
breaking the horses to saddle here, when they're ready, but for now, it's the
perfect place to teach them to lunge. We can stand in the middle and teach the
horses to run in a big circle around us, switching gaits on command, starting,
stopping, changing direction. It's a good way to exercise a horse too, but for
these two-year-olds, it's the next step in their education.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We take Misty into the round pen and put the other three
into side stalls.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Monty stands in the
center, holding the end of the lunge strap. I start off walking next to Misty,
keeping her out at the end of the lead. The filly wants to walk toward Monty,
but I keep a hand on her halter to show her where we want her to walk. She picks
it up quick, and soon I'm able to climb up and sit on the top rail of the
corral while Monty takes the horse through her paces. She's fantastic.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Next up is Cinnamon. Monty and I switch places for Cinnamon.
I'm in the middle of the corral, giving the commands. Monty is guiding her
along until she understands what we're asking. Two down. Two to go.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Strangely enough, the colts aren't any trouble at all. I
guess they've been watching the girls and figuring out what we want. They seem
to enjoy working at the end of the lunge strap. One of them even kicks and
farts while he's cantering.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It's getting close to noon, so we take some time to brush
the horses down and turn them out onto the pasture again. Monty and I gather up
all the gear and head into the barn to put it away.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He turns me to face him and places one hand on each of my
shoulders. "That was a good morning, Truman. And a great training session. With
you helping me, we'll have these horses saddled in no time."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I grin up at him. "Cowboy hug?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When he nods, I slide into his arms, pressing my cheek
against his warm chest, breathing in his scent, feeling his arms around me,
holding me close. I'm not sure why I like hugging Monty like this, but it
feels�I don't know�right, somehow.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">That afternoon, Momma has me sit down at the kitchen table
and do schoolwork. Poppa and Monty take the tractor down to the river bottom
and start clearing out brush for the new fields Poppa is planning to put in.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It doesn't take me long to finish my schoolwork. I'm
beginning to see how much of my day is wasted on walking between classes,
listening to morons ask stupid questions, and waiting for teachers to answer
stupid questions.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I show Momma my finished homework. She rubs me on the back
and thanks me for working so hard. I gather up my books and papers and take
them all up to my room. Then I head outside.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm bored, so I head over the bunkhouse. Maybe I'll read
Monty's book again. I know we need to start getting the horses accustomed to
blankets and saddles next, but I can't remember if we do that before or after
we teach them to wear bridles.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I scan through the chapter that talks about the next stage
of training. The author writes that it's up to us to decide, depending on the
animal's temperament. I should have guessed that.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I put the book back on the side table and look around. Monty's
bed is sloppy. He didn't make it up this morning. The blankets are tossed back
into place, and it's obvious he just rolled out of bed and left it pretty much
unmade.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I walk over and pick up his pillow. I lift it to my nose and
take a deep sniff. It smells like Monty. I love this smell. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I put the pillow back on the bed and lie face down. My nose
is pressed into the pillow. My cock is pressed into the mattress. I feel myself
getting hard, so I slowly thrust forward, enjoying the feeling of the bed
pushing back against my cock. I groan and keep thrusting. I have to slide one
hand inside my jeans and move stuff around to make it more comfortable. I pull
my hand out and press Monty's pillow against my face while I begin humping the
mattress faster. I'm really hard now, and it's beginning to feel tingly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The bunkhouse door swings open. I roll over and suck in a
breath. Monty is standing in the doorway, looking at me. There's no way I can
explain this. I'm on his bed. I'm holding his pillow to my chest. My pants are
tented out with a full-on boner. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm so, so dead.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I quickly roll off Monty's bed on the far side and run into
the bathroom at the back of the bunkhouse, slamming the door behind me. I slide
to the floor with my back to the door, covering my ears with both hands. I can
barely hear Monty on the other side of the door, calling my name, pleading with
me to open the door, and now I'm gasping for breath, trying to stop the tears
from flowing. How could I be so stupid? Why did I do that? Now Monty will hate
me, and he'll tell my parents what I was doing. There's no way I can explain
it. After what happened at school, everyone will think I encouraged Clayton to
touch me with his cock. They'll believe his story now. They'll think I was
staring at his cock and that I wanted him to fuck me in the shower and that I'm
a stupid, broken gay boy who gets boners just from smelling Monty's pillow and
imagining him hugging me in his bed and ...<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hear a soft voice, calling to me through the door. "Truman.
I know you can hear me, and I'm going to sit here on the other side of this
door until you come out. I'm not leaving until you do, even if we miss supper
and breakfast too. And the horses are going to wonder where we are and when
we're going to train them some more. But the entire world will just have to
wait for us, because I ain't going nowhere until you come out and give me a big
cowboy hug and talk to me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I moan, "Why would you want a hug from a stupid, gay pervert
like me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty doesn't answer right away. Then I hear: "Is that what
you think you are?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What else do you call a boy who humps your bed while he's
sniffing your pillow?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hear a soft chuckle. "I suppose I call him a normal, horny
teenager."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm sure Monty can hear the disgust in my voice when I
reply, "Horny maybe. Normal, not a chance. How can you say that was normal?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Would it change your mind if I told you I know another boy
who did the very same thing, and who got caught just like you did?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Who?" I ask. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It doesn't matter, Truman. You'll have to trust me when I
say it's a very common thing for a teenager to do."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It's still not right. Aren't you mad that I was humping
your bed?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"No. Not at all." Monty pauses. "You know ... it would be a
lot easier to have this conversation with the door open."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I can't look you in the face right now, Monty. It would be
too embarrassing."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Can we at least open the door? We can sit back-to-back, so
you won't have to look me in the eye."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Fine," I say, standing up and opening the door. Monty is
sitting on the floor with his back to the door. He doesn't look around when I
open the door, but waits for me to sit back down. I lean back against him. Our
shoulders are touching. My head rests in the curve of his neck. I can feel his
warmth, and for some reason, it calms me down.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Is <span class="GramE">this</span> okay?" Monty asks, gently.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod, and I know he can feel my head moving.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Truman ..."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You called yourself a stupid gay pervert. We both know you
aren't stupid. Far from it. You're one of the smartest kids I know."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"If I'm so smart, why did I do such a stupid thing and get
caught at it?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Truman, what you did wasn't stupid, but it was careless. What
if had been your dad or mom who walked into the bunkhouse?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"They would have knocked first. They've always told us kids
that the bunkhouse is like a stranger's house when we have hired hands living
here. We have to be polite, knock, and wait to be invited inside."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I see, so maybe it wasn't careless."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Nah. It was. <span class="SpellE">`<span class="GramE">Cause</span></span>
you're allowed to open the door and walk right in. It's your place. And I
wasn't expecting you back so soon."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"<span class="GramE">So</span> we can agree that it wasn't
stupid, but it was a little careless?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I sigh. "Sure. If you want to say that, but that's not
important. It's still a super pervy stunt for a guy to pull, humping another
guy's bed."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can feel Monty nodding his head. "You <span class="SpellE">wanna</span>
tell me why my bed made you feel so horny?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"No, I <b><i>don't</i></b> want to tell you, actually."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Don't you think you <span class="SpellE">kinda</span> owe it
to me? After all, it was <b><i>my</i></b> bed you were trying to poke a hole
through."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I giggle and he chuckles. Then I sigh and say, "I don't
really know why, Monty. I was just stretched out there on your bed, and
everything smelled like you. Your pillow. Your sheets. It was like we were in
bed together, and my cock starting getting hard and rubbing against the
mattress and ... it felt so good I kind of lost control."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty's voice is barely above a whisper. "Truman, are you
gay?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I whisper back, "I don't know, Monty. I think I might be.
When Clayton's cock was bouncing around in his shorts, I thought it would fun
to see him running naked. And when Mandy's butt was sticking out in front of
us, I didn't care. I didn't want to see <b><i>her</i></b> naked. And when
Clayton's cock touched me in the shower, it scared me, not because he was
pushing his cock against my leg, but because I almost wanted him to do more."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I lean forward and wrap my arms around my knees, hugging
them. The tears begin flowing again, trickling down my cheeks and soaking my
legs. I moan and say, "I've been having these thoughts lately about all the
boys. Lots of them, and I'm worried about what it means." I feel Monty get up
behind me, then move next to me and wrap me in his arms, his strong, bulging
arms. His chin is next to my ear. He's holding me and hugging me, and now he's
crying too. His warm tears are falling on my neck.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Monty ..."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What is it, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I have to say the words, to get them out while I can. "I <b><i>am</i></b>
gay." There. I've said it, and it's actually a relief to admit it to someone.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty hugs me gently, then says, "Truman ..."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"It's okay, cowboy. I'm gay, too."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"How long have you known?" I ask Monty. We're sitting on his
bed now, facing each other. Monty dried my tears, and we both blew our noses,
so at least we're not blubbering any more.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty thinks about my question and replies, "I guess I was
your age when I realized that I liked boys, not girls."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"When you were living on your ranch in Montana?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He nods. "Yep. And let me tell you, Truman, being a gay
teenage cowboy isn't easy."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Hey, being a gay teenage farmer isn't exactly easy either."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He smiles and bumps my foot with his foot. "Good point."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Did your parents know?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Shrugging, Monty replies, "Probably. My parents were pretty
sharp. Kinda like yours. They noticed things, but they kept it to themselves. They
wanted me to be happy, and they could see I wasn't chasing the girls very hard.
I think most parents know, even if they don't talk to you about it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I feel a touch of panic growing in my stomach. "Monty, do
you think my parents know I'm gay?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He thinks carefully. "Maybe," he concedes. "Like I said,
your parents are sharp. They know how much Carson kisses his girlfriend on the
bus."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I stop him with one hand on his knee. "They know about
that?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Grinning, he replies, "Sure do. Your father was talking to
me about it a couple days ago."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Are they mad?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He chuckles. "Why would they be? It's normal for boys and
girls to kiss."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I consider that and decide he's right. "I guess so, but how
do they know? Is Mattie tattling?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty shrugs. "No idea. Maybe they've talked to your bus
driver or his girlfriend's parents. It's not important <b><i>how</i></b> they
know. They know, and they're not upset. Why would they be, considering they
aren't shocked about Mattie and what she does with the boys behind the barn?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"WHAT? They know about that too?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He nods. "They're keeping an eye on her and hoping she finds
a steady boyfriend and settles down soon."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shake my head in disbelief. "Wow. Mattie would have a cow
if she knew that they knew." I pause and look at Monty. "What do they know
about me?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He gives me a serious look and answers, "They know you're a
terrific kid who's finding out just exactly who he is, who's going through a
difficult time in life, and who, despite the challenges he's facing, is still a
terrific son and little brother. They don't know for certain that you are gay,
but they will never stop loving you, no matter who you end up loving. That's
how much they adore you." Monty isn't pulling my leg or buttering me up. He
means what he just said. I can see it in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I rub my face. I don't want to cry anymore. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I stand up and motion for Monty to stand up too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I could use that cowboy hug now," I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He wraps me in his arms. I press my face against his warm
chest. He holds me, and doesn't let me go, even when my cock gets a little hard
and starts poking him. I don't think it's a problem, <span class="SpellE">`<span class="GramE">cause</span></span> I feel something poking me back.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">The end of BROKEN, Chapter Nine<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Five
What do I do now? Monty had to have felt my boner sticking out when he took the box from me. His fingers brushed up against it. And he got a funny look on his face before turning away, with his face becoming as red as mine. What will he say now? Will he think I'm a disgusting pervert boy who can't control his own body?
Monty turns to look at me. His eyes flick briefly down to my lap, where my hands are covering my stupid boner. He looks back up, meeting my frightened gaze, and he clears his throat. "Ummm, listen, Truman. If you and I are going to work together, I think there's something we need to talk about right now, before we even get started."
Oh, no. Here it comes. He's going to tell me he doesn't want to work with me anymore because my dumb body had to pick the worst possible time to do the worst possible thing and now he's truly disgusted with me.
He takes a deep breath and says, "I want you to know that I'm very sorry about what just happened."
Huh? Okay. That's not what I expected to hear. I'm very confused, so I ask, "You're sorry? For what?"
He looks around nervously before saying, "For bumping your ... for touching you ... damn, Truman. Let me start over." He glances at my lap and says, "An erection is totally normal for guys your age. Hell, even guys my age get `em all the time. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and if I'd known you had a ... you know ... I would have been more careful grabbing the box like I did. I didn't mean to bump you there, and I hope you're not upset with me."
"What?" This is definitely not what I thought he was going to say. Why would I be upset with him? I'm the weirdo.
He grimaces. "Let's just pretend it didn't happen and move on, okay?"
I look at him, very puzzled. And my boner gets even harder, which only adds to my confusion. All I can think to say is, "Sure. That's okay with me." I'm so relieved to hear this. He doesn't think I'm disgusting. In fact, he says it's perfectly normal, and he even admitted that he gets erections too. I guess that's why my dick started throbbing even harder. My thinking is still jumbled, but I'm feeling better now that Monty is okay with me popping random boners in front of him. At least, I think that's what he said.
"Good," Monty replies. He seems relieved as he turns and sits on his bed. Flipping open a box, he rummages inside and pulls out a book with a picture of a man holding a long lead strap and a horse rearing up and tossing its head. He hands me the book, and I stand up to take it, forgetting that my boner is tenting out my pants. The book title is Understanding the Equine. "This is a great book," Monty says. "Talks about how horses think and what you can do as a trainer to teach them to work with you." His eyes scan down my body and I know he sees my bulge because he looks up quickly. I hurry to sit back down, placing the book in my lap.
I open the book to the introduction and begin reading.
Equus potens. The mighty horse. Who is able to stand in his path when he charges into battle? Who is not astonished when he flies over the ground, his thundering hooves trampling the earth, his eyes flashing, his nostrils flaring? He is without equal, a powerful and rapid steed, a gentle warrior. Do not think he can be dominated. His spirit is too magnificent to submit his will to another, but with patience and respect, he may accept a mere man as his partner, or even his friend.
My boner disappears. I'm captivated by the opening paragraph. I thumb through the book, seeing picture after picture of beautiful horses, running and playing, bucking and rearing, standing and submitting to the humans training them. I need to read this. Today.
I look up and see Monty watching me. "Hold on to that. Read it at night or when you have time. It's filled with good information, things you need to know if you're going to be my helper."
I nod. "Yes, sir."
He grins and shakes his head. "Just call me Monty, okay?"
I grin back. "Sure thing ... Monty."
He leans over and takes a few more books from the box. I see a tattered copy of Dune by Frank Herbert.
"That's also a great book," I blurt out.
He notices where I'm looking and smiles. "You might not like the book. It's nothing at all like the movie."
Nodding, I agree. "The movie was horrible, but the book is incredible!"
"You've read it."
"Yeah. Twice."
He seems surprised and impressed at the same time. "If you want to borrow it ..."
I shake my head and hold up Understanding the Equine. "I'll read this first."
"Okay. Well, I'll be here all summer, so you have plenty of time."
"I'll have it finished by Sunday." I'm not boasting. I read everything fast, especially if I like it, and this book is mostly pictures.
"Really? Well, okay. That's good. I'll check to see how much you remember when you're done."
I smile really big. I love taking tests.
Monty looks around and sees a dresser against the wall. "I guess I should start putting my stuff away. Then I want to go look at the horses again. Get a feel for their temperaments, intelligence, their comfort level with being handled. Can you be ready to take me down there in—" he glances at his watch— "maybe thirty minutes?"
"Sure!" I say, excited to get started. "Should I leave your book here?"
"You can hold onto it," he replies. "Where do you usually read? Your bedroom?"
"Everywhere!" I reply, laughing. "I love to read."
He chuckles and says, "Then wherever you want is okay by me."
I get an idea. An inspiration. And I don't know if it's a good idea or not, because we had a scary start and I don't want to make any more mistakes with Monty, but something inside me wants to spend as much time with him as possible. I place the book on the side table next to the bed where I'm sitting. "Is it okay if I leave it here?" I ask. "When we're not working with the horses, I'll read it, and if you're here too, I can ask you questions."
Monty smiles and nods. "Sounds like a good idea, Truman."
Yes! We're heading in the right direction now. I jump up and hold out my hand. He smiles and reaches out to shake it. "See you in thirty minutes," I say.
I head for the door, turning and looking back at Monty. He's staring at me as I leave, and he seems a bit nervous that I caught him. I don't know why he would be. I wave and head out the door.
͠ ͠ ͠
Monty is a magician. I still don't know how he does it.
First, he walks slowly into the pasture, getting closer and closer to the two-year-old horses. They see him coming, and their nostrils flare. His body is relaxed, and he doesn't walk straight up to them, but comes in at an angle and sort of freezes each time they snort or act like they are going to run.
He gets close and waits for a bit, then kneels down and starts playing with the grass.
The two fillies, Cinnamon and Misty, are watching Monty closely now. They sniff and walk slowly toward him. He ignores them, looking back at me and grinning. I watch as they walk up to him and snuffle his shirt, his hat, his hair. He doesn't reach up for them, but lets them get a good smell.
Misty nudges him with her nose, almost knocking him over. He laughs softly and pushes back against her with his shoulder. She nibbles at his hat, and he pulls away, finally reaching up to touch the side of her face. She doesn't shy away. He strokes her cheek, her neck, and her ears.
Cinnamon pushes in between them. He laughs and asks, "You want love too?"
I shake my head in amazement. These horses know me, since I feed them every morning, but Misty is the only one who will let me touch her face like that, and Cinnamon tries to bite me. The colts, Chance and Charlie, do more than bite. They also kick.
"They all have fancy registered names," I say, "but we chose every day names for each of them that are easy to remember. Cinnamon is the color of the spice. Misty has a free spirit, like a puff of smoke, and she's also gray in color from her shoulders up. Chance is the most nervous of the four, so you're risking a bite whenever he's around. And Charlie—I don't know why we named him Charlie; it just seems to fit him."
Monty laughs when he hears my explanation of their names, then he bends down and slowly caresses Misty's front leg. He reaches her hoof and moves to the other leg, stroking down from her shoulder to her fetlock. She playfully knocks his hat off his head. He turns and picks up his hat, smiling at me. His black hair is shining in the morning sun, and his green eyes are sparkling. His smile is bright and he looks truly happy.
He stands up slowly and motions for me to come to him.
I imitate what I saw him doing earlier. Approaching slow and easy. Not heading straight in. "That's good," he softly comments. "You were paying attention, I see."
"Yes. I'm watching you, Tristan McDowell." I grin. He grins back and turns sideways, waving me over.
I walk slowly up next to him and let both fillies smell me. They know who I am, but I try to do everything the same as Monty. He's becoming my hero, I guess.
Monty moves to Misty's shoulder and begins slowly sliding his hand down her neck to her withers. She shivers at his touch and her hide ripples, but she doesn't move. He continues across her ribcage, moves his hand up to slide over her back and down her flank. More quivering, but she accepts his touch now.
He looks at me and says, "That's enough for now. I'm not going to touch her back legs or tail just yet. That's for later." He nods at the other filly. "Your turn."
I don't tell him that these two-year-olds have taken bites out of me before. If he can do it, so can I. I think about how he did it and repeat what I remember. Slow caresses of Cinnamon's face, her cheek, her ears. Move to her neck, slide my hands gently over her withers, down to her shoulder, over her ribs. And then one long brush of my hand over her back, stopping at her hip. Success!
I turn to Monty, a huge smile on my face.
He nods approvingly. "I think I'm going to like having you as my helper."
͠ ͠ ͠
As we're walking back to the house, Monty explains his philosophy on training horses. "These are powerful creatures, Truman. They're bigger than us, stronger than us, much more powerful. They could hurt us easily, but it's their strength we need. Somehow, we must find a way to harness that power and use it.
"They also have a wild and free spirit. It's what makes them fight and run hard and live unrestricted by any will but their own. That spirit is also a power to be used. We don't want to break their spirit, just mold it a little.
"Our job is to teach them that we can be trusted. We want them to be our partners, to listen to us. They provide the strength and the spirit. We provide the wisdom, the direction, the guidance. Together, we are unstoppable!"
I glance at Monty and ask, "Is that what you learned from that book?"
He nods. "And from someone I knew growing up." His smile disappears, and he seems suddenly sad again.
I try to change the topic. "I can't wait to read the book and learn everything you have to teach me!"
He seems to snap out of his gloom. He puts his arm across my shoulder and hugs me, which makes my tummy flutter with excitement. His hug lasts only a few seconds. He seems unsure of himself and moves away from me. I don't know what I've done wrong, but I know I want him to hug me again. I really like it.
There are several things I have to figure out. Mysteries that I must solve.
First, how does Monty know so much about horses? He's not much older than Carson, but he seems to be very smart. He likes horses and science fiction, so he and I are a lot alike. And I hope we'll find other things we both like, because I want to get closer to him. I want to know everything about him, starting right now.
And that's the second mystery I want to solve. Why do I like him so much? I barely met him, yet I feel so strange whenever I'm around him. Sometimes I want him to be like a second big brother, doing stuff with me, teaching me things, throwing his arm across my shoulders. Other times, I feel different. I'm not sure how I feel, but my stomach gets tight and fluttery, and I feel shivery too. My dick also gets a little hard. What does that mean?
And last. Number three. Final mystery and most important of all. Why does Monty get sad at strange times? It must be something that happened to him, and I need to know what I'm doing that reminds him of it, because I don't want him to be upset and not like me.
I have to figure all this out while learning to train horses with Monty and building up my muscles with Carson and doing my chores for Poppa and keeping good grades at school and reading my books and everything else. That's a lot! I hope my body and my brains are up to the challenge.
͠ ͠ ͠
Monty asks me to show him all the tack we have for the horses. I take him to a store room in the barn and show him the halters, lead straps, bridles, saddles, and blankets. He nods his approval and opens a few drawers, glancing inside at the brushes, curry combs, and hoof picks. We have just about everything you could want for taking care of horses. Poppa believes in putting good money into gear.
Monty points at the wall and says, "Grab four harnesses and four leads. Shouldn't have trouble with the two fillies. I think they'll take halters just fine. The colts look a little skittish, but we need to get them started too if we can."
I understand what he's saying. Misty and Cinnamon are fillies (females) and Chance and Charlie are colts (males), all of them a little over two years old. We need to break them for riding to get top money for them at auction. The fillies seem ready for handling, but the colts are still wild, and they'll kick you if you come at them from behind and bite you if you come at them from the front. They're nasty little fuckers. I wouldn't say that in front of Poppa, but that's what Carson calls them. He doesn't like the colts, and I don't blame him. It was one of the colts who kicked me in the hip and knocked me out that time.
I pull everything Monty wants off the wall. He takes two and leaves me carrying the other two, then stops and squints at me. "Hold on a second. We're missing something," he says, studying me carefully.
I start to get nervous. Something is wrong, and he's frowning now. I look down at the gear in my hand. I can't think of anything we're missing.
Monty sighs and asks, "How are you gonna help me work horses when you don't have a cowboy hat?" He smirks at me, and I know he's teasing me again.
I giggle. "Haven't got a cowboy hat. I have a baseball cap."
He shakes his head sadly. "I guess that'll have to do for now. Run and get it, but I'll be talking to your Pa about this."
I hand all the gear to Monty and run back to the house to get my cap. I hear Monty mumbling behind me about how hard it is to do a good job without the right gear. I bite my lip so that I don't laugh. I've always wanted a cowboy hat, and now it looks like I might get one.
͠ ͠ ͠
Like before, we slowly approach the horses out in the pasture. The older mares move away from us, whickering at their foals to follow them. The young fillies and colts look up when they see us, ears flicking backward and forward in curiosity.
Monty is explaining what he wants to do. "Some trainers use grain and sweets to get horses to work with them. I don't. I want these animals to trust me, to want to work with me, so we're gonna go nice and slow and convince them that this new game is fun and something they want to do, just because they want to hang out with the two coolest cowboys on the planet."
"Or in the entire galaxy," I add.
Monty winks at me. Then he drops everything but a halter and begins moving it around in his hands, back and forth, turning it this way and that. Cinnamon moves slowly toward him, snorting and sniffing the air. When she's finally close enough for him to touch her, he doesn't try to put the halter over her head. Instead, he rubs it gently on her nose, letting her smell it. He rubs it on her cheek, but she shies away. He waits and when she comes back to him, he starts over with her nose, then moves to her cheek, and finally rubs her neck with it. She's still nervous, but she lets him touch all over her face with the halter.
Misty is sidling closer, so Monty motions for me to pick up a harness and do the same. I try repeating everything Monty has done, but also keep an eye on him so I'll know what to do next.
He slips the halter open and slowly draws it up onto Cinnamon's face. He doesn't latch it, but slides it back off again, rubbing her cheek and neck and shoulders with it. He scratches her withers and the middle of her back, and she reaches around to nibble at his shoulder. He pushes her gently away and brings the harness back up to her face, sliding it on, and this time buckling it into place. Then he continues scratching her all over.
My filly is just as calm, and it only takes me another five minutes to buckle Misty's halter in place.
Now we have both fillies haltered up, but the colts are still staring at us. They don't trust us at all.
"I don't think they're going to come over," I whisper, nodding at the males.
"Maybe not," Monty admits with a grin. "We just have to increase the curiosity factor a little more." He leans down and picks up one of the unused halters and casually tosses it halfway between us and the colts. It stirs up a bit of dust, making one of the colts snort and jump back. They both stare at the halter and nervously approach it, sniffing cautiously. When they're inches away, Chance startles Charlie, and they both leap back and run off, kicking their feet and farting.
Monty doesn't seem to care. He grabs a lead strap and snaps it on Cinnamon's halter. She doesn't mind at all. I'm beginning to think the girls are much smarter than the boys.
I snap a lead on Misty's halter, rubbing her neck and telling her what an intelligent girl she is.
Monty and I walk the fillies for a few minutes, getting them used to being led on a lead strap by the halter. They take to it just fine, and soon Monty motions for me to remove the halter from Misty while he does the same for Cinnamon.
"We'll do this again tomorrow," he says. He scratches Cinnamon's withers again. She shows her teeth, making us both laugh.
"Hey, she likes it."
Monty nods. "They need to learn that good things happen when they're with us. You brush and curry them, right?"
I nod. "When they let me. The fillies like a good brushing, but the colts haven't let me close yet."
"Those rascals are gonna be a challenge," Monty admits. He picks up the harnesses and lead straps, then piles them all in my hands. He puts his arm around my shoulder and hugs me. "But with my helper, I think we'll have them eating out of our hands in no time."
"You got that right!" I exclaim.
We head back for the house. It's time for a break and some of Momma's peach pie.
͠ ͠ ͠
While we snack, Poppa and Carson talk about what they have to do to get the river bottom acreage prepped for planting. I guess they didn't like what they found when they walked down there this morning. There are a lot of natural grasses, and they think it might be necessary to disc everything up first before planting Bermuda grass seed. Carson isn't so certain. He wants to try planting the Bermuda grass too and see if it is hardy enough to take over. Poppa thinks they should get rid of the stalky river grass first, just to be sure the Bermuda grass has the best chance to grow.
Eventually, they stop talking about the river bottom and ask us how the training is going.
"Those fillies are coming along nicely," Monty says. He glances at me and adds, "Truman and I were able to halter them up this afternoon."
Poppa grins. "That's quick. And the colts."
Monty chuckles and shakes his head. "They wouldn't come close to us. It's gonna take more time, a lot more time. But we'll get there."
Poppa points his fork at me. "You learn everything you can, Truman. We could sell those colts as is and get good money for them. They come from good stock. But if you can get them saddle broke by the summer auction, we'll double their price, maybe triple it."
"I will, Poppa. Monty is a good teacher, and I've learned a lot already."
Mattie sniffs disdainfully. "What could you have possibly learned in one day?"
I hold up a finger and say, "One. Horses are powerful creatures with a wild spirit, but humans are smart, so if you can teach a horse to work with a human, they make a great team. Two, humans aren't strong enough to beat a horse physically; you gotta trick `em into trusting you. Three, you don't want to break a horse's spirit, because that's one of the things that makes `em useful to us. Four, ummm ... oh yeah, and four, a horse that trusts humans is worth far more than a horse that's afraid of humans."
Poppa raises an eyebrow and looks at Mattie. "Seems like he learned a few things, eh, Mattie?"
She snorts and reaches for the pitcher of tea to refill her glass. "Probably read all that in a book or something. Doesn't mean he's learned anything yet."
I've changed my mind. When it comes to horses, the females do seem to be smarter than the males, but that's definitely not true for all the species on our planet.
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<p class="MsoTitle">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%">By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
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<h1>Chapter Five<o:p></o:p></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal">What do I do now? Monty had to have felt my boner sticking
out when he took the box from me. His fingers brushed up against it. And he got
a funny look on his face before turning away, with his face becoming as red as
mine. What will he say now? Will he think I'm a disgusting pervert boy who
can't control his own body?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty turns to look at me. His eyes flick briefly down to my
lap, where my hands are covering my stupid boner. He looks back up, meeting my
frightened gaze, and he clears his throat. "<span class="SpellE">Ummm</span>,
listen, Truman. If you and I are going to work together, I think there's
something we need to talk about right now, before we even get started."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Oh, no. Here it comes. He's going to tell me he doesn't want
to work with me anymore because my dumb body had to pick the worst possible
time to do the worst possible thing and <span class="GramE">now</span> he's truly
disgusted with me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He takes a deep breath and says, "I want you to know that
I'm very sorry about what just happened."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Huh? Okay. That's <b><i>not</i></b> what I expected to hear.
I'm very confused, so I ask, "<b><i>You're</i></b> sorry? For what?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He looks around nervously before saying, "For bumping your ...
for touching you ... damn, Truman. Let me start over." He glances at my lap and
says, "An erection is totally normal for guys your age. Hell, even guys my age <span class="GramE">get</span> `<span class="SpellE">em</span> all the time. It's nothing
to be embarrassed about, and if I'd known you had a ... you know ... I would have
been more careful grabbing the box like I did. I didn't mean to bump you there,
and I hope you're not upset with me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What?" This is definitely not what I thought he was going
to say. Why would I be upset with him? I'm the weirdo.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He grimaces. "Let's just pretend it didn't happen and move
on, okay?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look at him, very puzzled. And my boner gets even harder,
which only adds to my confusion. All I can think to say is, "Sure. That's okay
with me." I'm so relieved to hear this. He doesn't think I'm disgusting. In
fact, he says it's perfectly normal, and he even admitted that he gets
erections too. I guess that's why my dick started throbbing even harder. My
thinking is still jumbled, but I'm feeling better now that Monty is okay with
me popping random boners in front of him. At least, I think that's what he
said.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Good," Monty replies. He seems relieved as he turns and
sits on his bed. Flipping open a box, he rummages inside and pulls out a book
with a picture of a man holding a long lead strap and a horse rearing up and
tossing its head. He hands me the book, and I stand up to take it, forgetting
that my boner is tenting out my pants. The book title is <i>Understanding the
Equine</i>. "This is a great book," Monty says. "Talks about how horses think
and what you can do as a trainer to teach them to work with you." His eyes scan
down my body and I know he sees my bulge because he looks up quickly. I hurry
to sit back down, placing the book in my lap. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I open the book to the introduction and begin reading.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in"><b><i>Equus <span class="SpellE">potens</span></i></b><i>.
The mighty horse. Who is able to stand in his path when he charges into battle?
Who is not astonished when he flies over the ground, his thundering hooves
trampling the earth, his eyes flashing, his nostrils flaring? He is without
equal, a powerful and rapid steed, a gentle warrior. Do not think he can be
dominated. His spirit is too magnificent to submit his will to another, but
with patience and respect, he may accept a mere man as his partner, or even his
friend.</i><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My boner disappears. I'm captivated by the opening
paragraph. I thumb through the book, seeing picture after picture of beautiful
horses, running and playing, bucking and rearing, standing and submitting to
the humans training them. I need to read this. Today.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look up and see Monty watching me. "Hold on to that. Read
it at night or when you have time. It's filled with good information, things
you need to know if you're going to be my helper."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod. "Yes, sir."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He grins and shakes his head. "Just call me Monty, okay?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I grin back. "Sure thing ... Monty."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He leans over and takes a few more books from the box. I see
a tattered copy of <i>Dune</i> by Frank Herbert. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"That's also a great book," I blurt out.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He notices where I'm looking and smiles. "You might not like
the book. It's nothing at all like the movie."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Nodding, I agree. "The movie was horrible, but the book is
incredible!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You've read it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah. Twice."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He seems surprised and impressed at the same time. "If you
want to borrow it ..."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shake my head and hold up <i>Understanding the Equine</i>.
"I'll read this first."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Okay. Well, I'll be here all summer, so you have plenty of
time."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I'll have it finished by Sunday." I'm not boasting. I read
everything fast, especially if I like it, and this book is mostly pictures.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Really? Well, okay. That's good. I'll check to see how much
you remember when you're done."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I smile really big. I love taking tests.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty looks around and sees a dresser against the wall. "I
guess I should start putting my stuff away. Then I want to go look at the
horses again. Get a feel for their temperaments, intelligence, their comfort
level with being handled. Can you be ready to take me down there in—" he
glances at his watch— "maybe thirty minutes?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Sure!" I say, excited to get started. "Should I leave your
book here?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You can hold onto it," he replies. "Where do you usually
read? Your bedroom?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Everywhere!" I reply, laughing. "I love to read."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He chuckles and says, "Then wherever you want is okay by
me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I get an idea. An inspiration. And I don't know if it's a
good idea or not, because we had a scary start and I don't want to make any
more mistakes with Monty, but something inside me wants to spend as much time
with him as possible. I place the book on the side table next to the bed where
I'm sitting. "Is it okay if I leave it here?" I ask. "When we're not working
with the horses, I'll read it, and if you're here too, I can ask you
questions."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty smiles and nods. "Sounds like a good idea, Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yes! We're heading in the right direction now. I jump up and
hold out my hand. He smiles and reaches out to shake it. "See you in thirty
minutes," I say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I head for the door, turning and looking back at Monty. He's
staring at me as I leave, and he seems a bit nervous that I caught him. I don't
know why he would be. I wave and head out the door.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is a magician. I still don't know how he does it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">First, he walks slowly into the pasture, getting closer and
closer to the two-year-old horses. They see him coming, and their nostrils
flare. His body is relaxed, and he doesn't walk straight up to them, but comes
in at an angle and sort of freezes each time they snort or act like they are
going to run.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He gets close and waits for a bit, then kneels down and
starts playing with the grass.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The two fillies, Cinnamon and Misty, are watching Monty
closely now. They sniff and walk slowly toward him. He ignores them, looking
back at me and grinning. I watch as they walk up to him and snuffle his shirt,
his hat, his hair. He doesn't reach up for them, but lets them get a good
smell.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Misty nudges him with her nose, almost knocking him over. He
laughs softly and pushes back against her with his shoulder. She nibbles at his
hat, and he pulls away, finally reaching up to touch the side of her face. She
doesn't shy away. He strokes her cheek, her neck, and her ears.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Cinnamon pushes in between them. He laughs and asks, "You
want love too?" <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shake my head in amazement. These horses know me, since I
feed them every morning, but Misty is the only one who will let me touch her
face like that, and Cinnamon tries to bite me. The colts, Chance and Charlie,
do more than bite. They also kick.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"They all have fancy registered names," I say, "but we chose
every day names for each of them that are easy to remember. Cinnamon is the
color of the spice. Misty has a free spirit, like a puff of smoke, and she's
also gray in color from her shoulders up. Chance is the most nervous of the
four, so you're risking a bite whenever he's around. And Charlie—I don't know
why we named him Charlie; it just seems to fit him." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty laughs when he hears my explanation of their names,
then he bends down and slowly caresses Misty's front leg. He reaches her hoof
and moves to the other leg, stroking down from her shoulder to her fetlock. She
playfully knocks his hat off his head. He turns and picks up his hat, smiling
at me. His black hair is shining in the morning sun, and his green eyes are
sparkling. His smile is bright and he looks truly happy.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He stands up slowly and motions for me to come to him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I imitate what I saw him doing earlier. Approaching slow and
easy. Not heading straight in. "That's good," he softly comments. "You were
paying attention, I see."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes. I'm watching you, Tristan McDowell." I grin. He grins
back and turns sideways, waving me over.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I walk slowly up next to him and let both fillies smell me. They
know who I am, but I try to do everything the same as Monty. He's becoming my
hero, I guess.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty moves to Misty's shoulder and begins slowly sliding
his hand down her neck to her withers. She shivers at his touch and her hide
ripples, but she doesn't move. He continues across her ribcage, moves his hand
up to slide over her back and down her flank. More quivering, but she accepts
his touch now. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He looks at me and says, "That's enough for now. I'm not
going to touch her back legs or tail just yet. That's for later." He nods at
the other filly. "Your turn."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don't tell him that these two-year-olds have taken bites
out of me before. If he can do it, so can I. I think about how he did it and
repeat what I remember. Slow caresses of Cinnamon's face, her cheek, her ears. Move
to her neck, slide my hands gently over her withers, down to her shoulder, over
her ribs. And then one long brush of my hand over her back, stopping at her
hip. Success!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I turn to Monty, a huge smile on my face.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He nods approvingly. "I think I'm going to like having you
as my helper." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As we're walking back to the house, Monty explains his
philosophy on training horses. "These are powerful creatures, Truman. They're
bigger than us, stronger than us, much more powerful. They could hurt us
easily, but it's their strength we need. Somehow, we must find a way to harness
that power and use it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"They also have a wild and free spirit. It's what makes them
fight and run hard and live unrestricted by any will but their own. That spirit
is also a power to be used. We don't want to break their spirit, just mold it a
little.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Our job is to teach them that we can be trusted. We want
them to be our partners, to listen to us. They provide the strength and the
spirit. We provide the wisdom, the direction, the guidance. Together, we are
unstoppable!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I glance at Monty and ask, "Is that what you learned from
that book?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He nods. "And from someone I knew growing up." His smile
disappears, and he seems suddenly sad again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I try to change the topic. "I can't wait to read the book
and learn everything you have to teach me!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He seems to snap out of his gloom. He puts his arm across my
shoulder and hugs me, which makes my tummy flutter with excitement. His hug
lasts only a few seconds. He seems unsure of himself and moves away from me. I
don't know what I've done wrong, but I know I want him to hug me again. I
really like it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">There are several things I have to figure out. Mysteries
that I must solve.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">First, how does Monty know so much about horses? He's not
much older than Carson, but he seems to be very smart. He likes horses and
science fiction, so he and I are a lot alike. And I hope we'll find other
things we both like, because I want to get closer to him. I want to know
everything about him, starting right now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And that's the second mystery I want to solve. Why do I like
him so much? I barely met him, yet I feel so strange whenever I'm around him. Sometimes
I want him to be like a second big brother, doing stuff with me, teaching me
things, throwing his arm across my shoulders. Other times, I feel different. I'm
not sure how I feel, but my stomach gets tight and fluttery, and I feel shivery
too. My dick also gets a little hard. What does that mean?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And last. Number three. Final mystery and most important of
all. Why does Monty get sad at strange times? It must be something that
happened to him, and I need to know what I'm doing that reminds him of it,
because I don't want him to be upset and not like me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I have to figure all this out while learning to train horses
with Monty and building up my muscles with Carson and doing my chores for Poppa
and keeping good grades at school and reading my books and everything else. That's
a lot! I hope my body and my brains are up to the challenge.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty asks me to show him all the tack we have for the
horses. I take him to a store room in the barn and show him the halters, lead
straps, bridles, saddles, and blankets. He nods his approval and opens a few
drawers, glancing inside at the brushes, curry combs, and hoof picks. We have
just about everything you could want for taking care of horses. Poppa believes
in putting good money into gear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty points at the wall and says, "Grab four harnesses and
four leads. Shouldn't have trouble with the two fillies. I think they'll take halters
just fine. The colts look a little skittish, but we need to get them started
too if we can." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I understand what he's saying. Misty and Cinnamon are
fillies (females) and Chance and Charlie are colts (males), all of them a
little over two years old. We need to break them for riding to get top money
for them at auction. The fillies seem ready for handling, but the colts are
still wild, and they'll kick you if you come at them from behind and bite you
if you come at them from the front. They're nasty little fuckers. I wouldn't
say that in front of Poppa, but that's what Carson calls them. He doesn't like
the colts, and I don't blame him. It was one of the colts who kicked me in the
hip and knocked me out that time.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I pull everything Monty wants off the wall. He takes two and
leaves me carrying the other two, then stops and squints at me. "Hold on a
second. We're missing something," he says, studying me carefully.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I start to get nervous. Something is wrong, and he's
frowning now. I look down at the gear in my hand. I can't think of anything
we're missing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty sighs and asks, "How are you <span class="SpellE">gonna</span>
help me work horses when you don't have a cowboy hat?" He smirks at me, and I
know he's teasing me again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I giggle. "Haven't got a cowboy hat. I have a baseball cap."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He shakes his head sadly. "I guess that'll have to do for
now. Run and get it, but I'll be talking to your Pa about this." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hand all the gear to Monty and run back to the house to
get my cap. I hear Monty mumbling behind me about how hard it is to do a good
job without the right gear. I bite my lip so that I don't laugh. I've always
wanted a cowboy hat, and now it looks like I might get one.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Like before, we slowly approach the horses out in the
pasture. The older mares move away from us, whickering at their foals to follow
them. The young fillies and colts look up when they see us, ears flicking
backward and forward in curiosity.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is explaining what he wants to do. "Some trainers use
grain and sweets to get horses to work with them. I don't. I want these animals
to trust me, to <b><i>want </i></b>to work with me, so we're <span class="SpellE">gonna</span> go nice and slow and convince them that this new game
is fun and something they want to do, just because they want to hang out with
the two coolest cowboys on the planet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Or in the entire galaxy," I add.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty winks at me. Then he drops everything but a halter and
begins moving it around in his hands, back and forth, turning it this way and
that. Cinnamon moves slowly toward him, snorting and sniffing the air. When
she's finally close enough for him to touch her, he doesn't try to put the
halter over her head. Instead, he rubs it gently on her nose, letting her smell
it. He rubs it on her cheek, but she shies away. He waits and when she comes
back to him, he starts over with her nose, then moves to her cheek, and finally
rubs her neck with it. She's still nervous, but she lets him touch all over her
face with the halter. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Misty is sidling closer, so Monty motions for me to pick up
a harness and do the same. I try repeating everything Monty has done, but also
keep an eye on him so I'll know what to do next.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He slips the halter open and slowly draws it up onto Cinnamon's
face. He doesn't latch it, but slides it back off again, rubbing her cheek and
neck and shoulders with it. He scratches her withers and the middle of her
back, and she reaches around to nibble at his shoulder. He pushes her gently
away and brings the harness back up to her face, sliding it on, and this time
buckling it into place. Then he continues scratching her all over.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">My filly is just as calm, and it only takes me another five
minutes to buckle Misty's halter in place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Now we have both fillies haltered up, but the colts are
still staring at us. They don't trust us at all.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I don't think they're going to come over," I whisper,
nodding at the males.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Maybe not," Monty admits with a grin. "We just have to
increase the curiosity factor a little more." He leans down and picks up one of
the unused halters and casually tosses it halfway between us and the colts. It
stirs up a bit of dust, making one of the colts <span class="GramE">snort</span>
and jump back. They both stare at the halter and nervously approach it,
sniffing cautiously. When they're inches away, Chance startles Charlie, and
they both leap back and run off, kicking their feet and farting.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty doesn't seem to care. He grabs a lead strap and snaps
it on Cinnamon's halter. She doesn't mind at all. I'm beginning to think the
girls are much smarter than the boys.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I snap a lead on Misty's halter, rubbing her neck and
telling her what an intelligent girl she is.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty and I walk the fillies for a few minutes, getting them
used to being led on a lead strap by the halter. They take to it just fine, and
soon Monty motions for me to remove the halter from Misty while he does the
same for Cinnamon. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"We'll do this again tomorrow," he says. He scratches Cinnamon's
withers again. She shows her teeth, making us both laugh. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Hey, she likes it." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty nods. "They need to learn that good things happen when
they're with us. You brush and curry them, right?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod. "When they let me. The fillies like a good brushing,
but the colts haven't let me close yet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Those rascals are <span class="SpellE">gonna</span> be a
challenge," Monty admits. He picks up the harnesses and lead straps, then piles
them all in my hands. He puts his arm around my shoulder and hugs me. "But with
my helper, I think we'll have them eating out of our hands in no time."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You got that right!" I exclaim. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We head back for the house. It's time for a break and some
of Momma's peach pie.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">While we snack, Poppa and Carson talk about what they have
to do to get the river bottom acreage prepped for planting. I guess they didn't
like what they found when they walked down there this morning. There are a lot
of natural grasses, and they think it might be necessary to disc everything up
first before planting Bermuda grass seed. Carson isn't so certain. He wants to
try planting the Bermuda grass too and see if it is hardy enough to take over. Poppa
thinks they should get rid of the stalky river grass first, just to be sure the
Bermuda grass has the best chance to grow.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Eventually, they stop talking about the river bottom and ask
us how the training is going.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Those fillies are coming along nicely," Monty says. He
glances at me and adds, "Truman and I were able to halter them up this afternoon."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Poppa grins. "That's quick. And the colts."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty chuckles and shakes his head. "They wouldn't come
close to us. It's <span class="SpellE">gonna</span> take more time, a lot more
time. But we'll get there."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Poppa points his fork at me. "You learn everything you can,
Truman. We could sell those colts as is and get good money for them. They come
from good stock. But if you can get them saddle broke by the summer auction,
we'll double their price, maybe triple it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I will, Poppa. Monty is a good teacher, and I've learned a
lot already."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mattie sniffs disdainfully. "What could you have possibly
learned in one day?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hold up a finger and say, "One. Horses are powerful
creatures with a wild spirit, but humans are smart, so if you can teach a horse
to work with a human, they make a great team. Two, humans aren't strong enough
to beat a horse physically; you <span class="SpellE">gotta</span> trick `<span class="SpellE">em</span> into trusting you. Three, you don't want to break a
horse's spirit, because that's one of the things that makes `<span class="SpellE">em</span> useful to us. Four, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span> ... oh
yeah, and four, a horse that trusts humans is worth far more than a horse
that's afraid of humans."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Poppa raises an eyebrow and looks at Mattie. "Seems like he
learned a few things, eh, Mattie?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She snorts and reaches for the pitcher of tea to refill her
glass. "Probably read all that in a book or something. Doesn't mean he's
learned anything yet."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I've changed my mind. When it comes to horses, the females
do seem to be smarter than the males, but that's definitely not true for all
the species on our planet. <o:p></o:p></p>
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BROKEN
By Wes Leigh
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Chapter Two
Our chores are done. Breakfast is delicious. I take a quick shower and change into my school clothes, with a light windbreaker instead of a heavy sweater. It's warm enough now that I won't need the sweater. Mom hands us sack lunches as we head out the door, then Carson, Mattie, and I walk down the lane to the highway where the bus picks us up.
I hate riding the bus. It's always the same.
Mattie sits with her friends on the back seat. The girls won't let anyone sit with them. They think they're the queens of the universe. More like the evil space witches from the Dark Nebula.
The other seats have kids in them, all spread out, one kid in each seat. They don't move when we walk down the aisle. They're space pirates who've stolen planets for their hideouts and are guarding their bases jealously.
Carson grabs one of the kids sitting by himself and tosses him across the aisle. The kid complains, but he doesn't try to stop Carson. He knows Carson could stomp him flat. Now Carson has a seat all to himself, and I suppose I could sit with him, but I don't bother. His girlfriend, Nancy Jo, will be getting on the bus soon (at the next farm over, in fact, because they're our neighbors) and she will sit next to Carson so they can suck face all the way to school.
The bus driver, Old Lady McCallister, doesn't care about kissing. She only gets upset if we yell or throw things. Right now, she's scowling impatiently at me, because I still haven't found a place to sit. It's not my fault. All the seats are taken, and nobody is moving over to make room. The other boys are looking up at me, squinting, shaking their heads slightly to let me know that I'm not sitting next to any of them. Yep, evil space pirates who have staked out a planet and won't let anyone else come near. I wish the galactic patrol would swoop down and blow them all to bits, leaving little sparkling lights where their bodies were. The bus driver is still waiting. I look around, hoping someone will budge, but no one does.
My brother gets a perturbed look on his face. He grabs the kid in the seat in front of him and lifts him into the air. The kid squawks. Carson shoves the kid sideways into the seat across the aisle. The kid squeals and the other boy (the one he crashed into) protests, but Carson glares at them both and they shut up quick. Carson is huge and scary, and no one messes with him. I whisper, "Thanks, Carson," as I slide quickly into the now empty seat.
McCallister closes the bus door. The flashing lights go off. The bus groans and lurches forward. We travel only a short distance before the brakes squeal again and the bus rolls to a stop. The lights start flashing, and the door opens. Nancy Jo and her little brother Toby climb aboard.
Nancy Jo completely ignores me. I'm beneath her notice, as always. She walks past me and slides into the seat with Carson, knocking me in the back of the head with her backpack. She doesn't apologize or anything. My sister may be a witch sometimes, but Nancy Jo is a lot worse. What's worse than a witch? Probably one of the words I'm not supposed to ever say if I want to live to be fourteen.
Toby sees me and smiles. He's in fourth grade, and it's probably not cool for me to associate with him. But I like him. He's a fun kid. He has pudgy cheeks and freckles, so I think he's cute. Is it weird that I think a little boy is cute? Does that make me gay? I don't know, but I scoot over and motion at Toby to sit next to me.
Toby looks over the back of our seat at Carson and Nancy Jo. Toby looks at me and puckers his lips. Not because he wants to kiss me, but because he's showing me what my brother and his sister are doing before the bus is even moving again. Toby doesn't need to bother, because I can hear what they're doing.
Nancy Jo reaches over the seat and swats Toby on the head. He dodges her, mostly, and grins at me.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss Toby like my brother kisses Nancy Jo. Not that I would ever do that. First of all, Toby is ten. He's cute, but he's just a kid. Second, boys don't kiss like that. If they did, they'd get bashed about by the other boys for being gay. Third, I don't think Toby wants to kiss me, unless it's to make his sister mad. The madder she gets the more he likes it. He doesn't care if she smacks him, and he's always looking for ways to piss her off.
I could never do that. Carson would pound me into next week if I did, and Mattie would slap me. Momma and Poppa would punish them, but they'd also punish me for starting trouble. I don't think Toby and Nancy Jo get punished by their parents as much as our parents punish us, but our parents tell us that they're doing it for our good. Probably what all moms and dads say, am I right?
I have to admit that Toby is sort of my hero. I wish I was brave enough to stand up to Mattie when she's being the Wicked Witch of the World. Toby doesn't seem to be at all afraid of Nancy Jo. In fact, sometimes I think he wants to see how far he can go before she loses it on him. Maybe it's his freckles. I've heard that kids with freckles have a hotter temper. Maybe kids with freckles are also risk-takers. I don't know. I just know Toby enjoys driving Nancy Jo crazy. Like today. He keeps making kissy noises, and he's getting louder and louder with it, so I know my brother and his girlfriend can hear.
Nancy Jo kicks the seat, making us both jump and giggle.
Toby squints evilly, then he grabs my face and leans over and acts like he's going to kiss me.
Carson leans forward and taps Toby on the shoulder. Carson whispers, "Cut it out, shrimp."
Toby eyes get really wide. I don't know if he's actually afraid or only pretending, but he freezes and looks straight ahead.
Carson leans back and starts kissing Nancy Jo again.
I glance at Toby. He's smirking and making silent kissing motions with his lips. I shake my head in amazement.
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I have to admit something else about Toby. I think I have a little crush on him.
I know. I know! It's stupid. He's only ten, but he's really brave, like I said, and he's also outgoing and friendly. He talks to everyone, even to people who don't want to hear what he has to say. I wish I could do that.
Toby also has a cute body. He's not too thin and not too fat. He usually wears shorts whenever he can, even on a chilly morning like today. He has a cute bum that sticks out in his shorts. At least, it looks cute to me. I'm not sure what makes a bum cute, but Toby's is really round and pokes out a little when he walks. I also like his legs. They're very smooth. No hair at all. And he has calf muscles that are round and his thighs flex a little in the seat when he kicks his feet next to me. I like watching his legs. I like seeing how the muscles move beneath the skin. Weird, right?
Toby notices me looking and smiles. He doesn't seem to mind at all that I'm looking at his legs. That's another thing I like about Toby. He's just a little kid, and he knows that boys aren't supposed to look at boys like this, but he lets me look and even gets excited when I do. He's grinning right now and sitting on the edge of the seat so I can get a good look at everything while he kicks his legs back and forth.
I'm not sure what I'm seeing, not at first, but I think I see Toby's little dick starting to stick up in his shorts. The longer he kicks his legs, the more it sticks up. Then suddenly, it jumps and pushes sideways. It's definitely getting hard, and now my dick starts getting hard too.
I look at Toby's face. He's smirking again. He doesn't even try to cover his boner. He lifts his butt out of the seat and thrusts forward, making his shorts stretch and his boner even more obvious.
I look around, suddenly nervous that someone will see, but the other kids aren't paying any attention. I take off my windbreaker and drape it across our laps to hide our boners. Yes, I have a boner too. It's sticking out sideways in my jeans.
Toby giggles and slides his hand underneath my jacket to grab my boner. I jump, and he smiles. He squeezes my boner a couple of times, then moves his hand away and nods at his own lap, inviting me to do the same.
I gulp. Should I do this? I want to, but I'm shit scared.
Toby searches around under the windbreaker until he finds my hand. He drags it over to his lap. I feel a hard bump under my fingers. I squeeze it carefully. It's so incredibly hard. I move my fingers to the end and squeeze again. Squishy. Toby's not giggling any more. He's breathing excitedly, and his eyes are twinkling.
I keep squeezing the hard lump in his shorts. He reaches over and begins squeezing my boner.
We both stare straight ahead, pretending that nothing is going on, but our hands are squeezing and rubbing, and our boners are really hard now. Toby's hand is moving faster underneath my jacket, making my windbreaker jump up and down slightly. and I'm worried that someone will see. I put my other hand on top of his and push down, holding his hand still.
He frowns at me, but he slows down a little, mostly just rubbing slowly back and forth. I do the same to him. I can't believe we're doing this. My dick is tingling all over. I wonder if Toby likes the way it feels. Is he old enough to get the tingles yet? Maybe not, but he's grinning really big, and he's even pushing his groin up into my hand.
The bus turns a corner, and I see Toby's school up ahead. There are only two schools in town. Toby's elementary school (first through sixth grade) and my school (seventh through twelfth grade) where all the rest of us go, me and Carson and Nancy Jo and Mattie and the other witches and most of the space pirates.
I squeeze Toby's dick one last time, then pull my hand back. Toby keeps rubbing my dick, but I grab his hand and pull it off, nodding with my head at his school. He shrugs and does something under the windbreaker with his own shorts. Then he pulls his hands out and throws off my jacket, showing me that his dick is pointing straight up in his shorts, but tucked in under the waistband, sort of. Nobody will notice he has a boner when he stands up to get off the bus, because his erection is only a couple of inches long. I keep the jacket over my lap. My dick is bigger than Toby's, and I can't hide it like he can. Even though I'm smaller than the other boys my age, it's still a little over four inches long when it gets hard and it sticks straight up, so I'm glad I'll have a few more minutes to let it go down before I have to get off the bus.
Toby peeks back at his sister and makes a few kissing motions with his mouth. Then he giggles and looks at me, smiling really big. He boldly reaches over and puts his hand on top of my jacket and feels around until he finds my boner. Still hard. He squeezes it once more just as the bus lurches to a stop. He stands up, and his bum is so cute as he skips down the aisle.
I watch him walk to the front of the bus, jump off, and swagger his way up the sidewalk. He sees some friends, and they start talking excitedly. As the bus pulls away, he turns and waves at us.
I sigh. Now I feel broken again. What's wrong with me? It was exciting to feel Toby's hard dick and to have him squeezing mine, but I shouldn't have done that. Boys don't do that to other boys. What if someone saw? What if one of the other boys noticed and told everyone that Toby Welsh and Truman Greene were playing with each other on the bus right in front of all the other kids? It would be a disaster. A supernova. An imploding galaxy. A rift in the universe. And my parents would ground me for the rest of the century.
But it did feel exciting. I don't think my dick has ever been so hard. Did it enjoy having another boy squeezing it? I reach under my jacket. My dick is still stiff, throbbing a little. I squeeze and feel tingles. Would this be happening if Toby was a girl? If he was Nancy Jo's little sister, with long hair and tiny little girl boobs? I squeeze my dick again. It isn't as hard now. I picture Nancy Jo grabbing my dick and rubbing it while she tries to kiss my face. My dick is completely soft now.
Hey, I may have figured out a way to stop embarrassing boners!
I stare out the window and sigh. Why don't I like girls in ... that way?
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When the bus stops at our school, I wait for the other kids to get off. Fewer elbows jabbing me in the side that way. Finally, the space pirates and nebula witches disappear through the teleportation portal and begin spreading out across the galaxy. It's safe for me to leave. I stand up and put on my windbreaker. My boner is completely gone, so I can safely show the front of my pants again, not that anyone would be looking at me. I'm practically invisible around here, which is fine by me. I'll be a galactic spy, zipping from place to place, never revealing my location.
My first destination is my locker. I have to get my math textbook for first period.
I like math. It's logical, and numbers are unchanging. They have no emotions, so they are my friends.
I like the teacher too. Mr. Jacoby. He started this year, and I think he came from some big city far away, because he doesn't talk the same as everyone else. He also doesn't put up with crap from the students. He makes them listen when he's teaching. He's unemotional, like a computer. Like Mike the Computer in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. I like that about him.
We're learning about mathematical sequences this morning. Mr. Jacoby starts with a famous one called the Fibonacci sequence. It's named after a guy who wrote a book about rabbits having babies. If none of them die and the rabbits keep making more babies, how many rabbits will you have? I think it's so funny, because it's supposed to be math but we're talking about rabbits having sex!
Mr. Jacoby explains how the Fibonacci sequence works. To find the next number, you simply add the last two numbers you have. Really easy, but the morons in my class sit there with their mouths hanging open. They don't get it. Mr. Jacoby writes on the board: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5. Then he explains it again.
"The first two numbers in the sequence are zero and one. Zero plus one equals one. That means one is the third number in the sequence. Now ... the next number will be two, because one plus one equals two."
He looks around. Blank stares from everyone but me. So he covers up all the numbers except the one and two. "One plus two equals three." He shows the three. He covers up everything except the two and three. "Two plus three equals ...?" He turns and looks at Clayton, one of the dumbest boys in our class. "What is two plus three, Clayton?"
Clayton grunts and frowns. "Five?"
Mr. Jacoby doesn't quite roll his eyes. "Correct." He shows the last number he's written down, the number 5.
This is so radical. Five rabbits humping three rabbits will make eight rabbits! I like the way the numbers are growing, like my dick when it gets hard.
Mr. Jacoby looks around the class. "Who can tell me the next number in the sequence?" Complete silence.
I shake my head in disgust, then raise my hand.
Mr. Jacoby seems relieved that it's me. He points, and I say, "Eight. Three plus five is eight."
Mr. Jacoby smiles and writes an eight next to the five. "Right! And the sequence can go on and on as long as you keep adding the numbers together." I snicker, picturing rabbits piling up in stacks, humping each other.
He picks up a stack of papers from his desk and hands them out. "For the next ten minutes, I want you to continue the Fibonacci sequence on this handout. See how far you can go ... starting now."
The handout shows the same numbers Mr. Jacoby wrote on the board. 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. It also has a reminder about how to calculate the next number, with arrows and cartoon rabbits showing how it's done. Easy peasy. I start doing numbers in my head. Five plus eight will be 13. 8 plus 13 is 21. 13 plus 21 is 34. Wow, it is like my dick, growing rapidly bigger when it gets hard. The next number is, ummmm, 55. Now ... can't do it in my head anymore, so I add the numbers on the margin of the paper. 89! Next, ummmm, 144! Hey, this is way bigger than my boner. It's more like robot clones that make more clones and soon they overrun the planet. This is fun. I keep working, and when the ten minutes is up, I've completely filled up my page with numbers that are now gargantuan.
I glance over at Clayton's paper. He's written down six numbers, and he got the last one wrong. He wrote 145. What a moron. He has a bigger dick than me, so I don't say anything. I have a bigger brain and more numbers on my page, so maybe now we're even. I think my robot clones will be shaped like giant cocks and march around Clayton, making fun of his little boy cock that is bigger than mine but nowhere close to as big as my robots.
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Next is History. History doesn't change either. I mean, that's what history means, right? Stuff that already happened and you can't change it. Unless you create a time machine and go back and mess around and hope you don't create a time paradox that causes a rip in the universe that swallows everyone up with a loud explosion. I like History almost as much as Math, because all I have to do is memorize names and dates and places. Mrs. Greenwich (everyone calls her the Green Witch behind her back, but I don't, because she's not really a witch at all, but one of the nicest teachers in school) tells us that we're watching a movie today about how President Thomas Jefferson sent Meriwether Lewis and William Clark to explore the lands west of the Mississippi River in 1804. I like it when Mrs. Greenwich shows movies. It's more fun than reading from the textbook.
The other kids like it too, because they can close their eyes and sleep. Morons. Don't they know that Mrs. Greenwich will ask questions about the movie when it's over? Then they'll look stupid, and I'll end up answering most of her questions because I'm the only one paying attention. Maybe that's why they call her the Green Witch.
Maybe that's why they hate me and jab me with their elbows in the hallways.
I need an invisibility cloak to make it to my locker.
Or I could stop raising my hand to answer questions and pretend that I'm as stupid as the rest of the kids. But I'm not that good an actor.
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Third Period. My Galactic Archenemy. PE. The class I hate the most. The class I wish was never invented.
Who is the ignoramus that decided that thirteen- and fourteen-year-old boys should run around inside a gymnasium, trying to bash each other in the face with dodgeballs, getting stinky and sweaty, then strip off their clothes and stand naked in front of each other in the showers, where everyone can see who has a man cock and who has a boy dick?
It's the most humiliating ritual ever. Just kill me now and get it over with.
The running-around, dodging-balls part ends, and I find myself standing naked outside the showers. The other guys stare at my tiny dick and snicker. That makes it worse, and my dick tries to hide, so I hold my towel in front of me as long as I can. When I can't put it off any longer, I hang my towel on a hook in the little room just before you go in to where all the showers are spaced out along the walls in this big, wide-open area. No where to hide. I walk in with my hand over my groin, and try to find a nozzle in the corner so I can wash up without anyone staring at my miniature cock.
I don't know whether I'm more embarrassed or angry. Embarrassed that I'm still so small. Angry that my body refuses to grow. My arms are skinny. My legs are spindly. My body is thin. The hair on my belly is blonde and pale like the hair on my head, so it's practically invisible. My cock is tiny and my balls are little marbles. It sucks!
The other boys like to show how big they are. Some scratch under their balls and jiggle them so that everyone can see how plump they are. Others grab their cocks and stretch them out, pretending to wash there, but they're really showing off how long they are for anyone who wants to see.
I want to look at the other boys, mostly to see how big they are, even though it's just going to be torture for me. I can't help myself. I want to know how big their boners get. I wish they'd get hard so I can see how long my cock is supposed to be.
I know I shouldn't be comparing myself to the other boys, but something in my brain demands to know just how far behind I am. And when I see how big and chunky they get in the shower, it makes me hate my tiny dick even more.
I hurry through the shower and walk quickly out to where my towel is hanging on a hook. It's not on the hook anymore. Now it's in the floor, soaking up water. My shoulders sag, and I groan. The other boys laugh.
I spin around and look for whoever knocked my towel down, but they're all looking away and talking to each other. They aren't even snickering at my skinny body and tiny cock any more. Now they're laughing at the nerdy boy who has to dry off with a wet towel.
PE sucks. The other boys suck. My life sucks. I feel completely broken.
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<p>BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><i><span>By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p><span>This is a work of fiction intended
solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people
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<h2>Chapter Two<o:p></o:p></h2>
<p>Our chores are done. Breakfast is delicious. I take a quick
shower and change into my school clothes, with a light windbreaker instead of a
heavy sweater. It's warm enough now that I won't need the sweater. Mom hands us
sack lunches as we head out the door, then Carson, Mattie, and I walk down the
lane to the highway where the bus picks us up.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hate riding the bus. It's always the same. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mattie sits with her friends on the back seat. The girls
won't let anyone sit with them. They think they're the queens of the universe. More
like the evil space witches from the Dark Nebula. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The other seats have kids in them, all spread out, one kid
in each seat. They don't move when we walk down the aisle. They're space
pirates who've stolen planets for their hideouts and are guarding their bases
jealously.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson grabs one of the kids sitting by himself and tosses
him across the aisle. The kid complains, but he doesn't try to stop Carson. He
knows Carson could stomp him flat. Now Carson has a seat all to himself, and I
suppose I could sit with him, but I don't bother. His girlfriend, Nancy Jo,
will be getting on the bus soon (at the next farm over, in fact, because
they're our neighbors) and she will sit next to Carson so they can suck face
all the way to school. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The bus driver, Old Lady McCallister, doesn't care about
kissing. She only gets upset if we yell or throw things. Right now, she's scowling
impatiently at me, because I still haven't found a place to sit. It's not my
fault. All the seats are taken, and nobody is moving over to make room. The
other boys are looking up at me, squinting, shaking their heads slightly to let
me know that I'm not sitting next to any of them. Yep, evil space pirates who have
staked out a planet and won't let anyone else come near. I wish the galactic
patrol would swoop down and blow them all to bits, leaving little sparkling
lights where their bodies were. The bus driver is still waiting. I look around,
hoping someone will budge, but no one does.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>My brother gets a perturbed look on his face. He grabs the
kid in the seat in front of him and lifts him into the air. The kid squawks. Carson
shoves the kid sideways into the seat across the aisle. The kid squeals and the
other boy (the one he crashed into) protests, but Carson glares at them both
and they shut up quick. Carson is huge and scary, and no one messes with him. I
whisper, "Thanks, Carson," as I slide quickly into the now empty seat.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>McCallister closes the bus door. The flashing lights go off.
The bus groans and lurches forward. We travel only a short distance before the
brakes squeal again and the bus rolls to a stop. The lights start flashing, and
the door opens. Nancy Jo and her little brother Toby climb aboard.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Nancy Jo completely ignores me. I'm beneath her notice, as
always. She walks past me and slides into the seat with Carson, knocking me in
the back of the head with her backpack. She doesn't apologize or anything. My
sister may be a witch sometimes, but Nancy Jo is a lot worse. What's worse than
a witch? Probably one of the words I'm not supposed to ever say if I want to
live to be fourteen.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby sees me and smiles. He's in fourth grade, and it's
probably not cool for me to associate with him. But I like him. He's a fun kid.
He has pudgy cheeks and freckles, so I think he's cute. Is it weird that I
think a little boy is cute? Does that make me gay? I don't know, but I scoot
over and motion at Toby to sit next to me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby looks over the back of our seat at Carson and Nancy Jo.
Toby looks at me and puckers his lips. Not because he wants to kiss me, but
because he's showing me what my brother and his sister are doing before the bus
is even moving again. Toby doesn't need to bother, because I can hear what
they're doing. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Nancy Jo reaches over the seat and swats Toby on the head. He
dodges her, mostly, and grins at me. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I wonder what it would be like to kiss Toby like my brother
kisses Nancy Jo. Not that I would ever do that. First of all, Toby is ten. He's
cute, but he's just a kid. Second, boys don't kiss like that. If they did,
they'd get bashed about by the other boys for being gay. Third, I don't think
Toby wants to kiss me, unless it's to make his sister mad. The madder she gets
the more he likes it. He doesn't care if she smacks him, and he's always looking
for ways to piss her off. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I could never do that. Carson would pound me into next week
if I did, and Mattie would slap me. Momma and Poppa would punish them, but
they'd also punish me for starting trouble. I don't think Toby and Nancy Jo get
punished by their parents as much as our parents punish us, but our parents
tell us that they're doing it for our good. Probably what all moms and dads
say, am I right?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I have to admit that Toby is sort of my hero. I wish I was
brave enough to stand up to Mattie when she's being the Wicked Witch of the World.
Toby doesn't seem to be at all afraid of Nancy Jo. In fact, sometimes I think
he wants to see how far he can go before she loses it on him. Maybe it's his
freckles. I've heard that kids with freckles have a hotter temper. Maybe kids
with freckles are also risk-takers. I don't know. I just know Toby enjoys
driving Nancy Jo crazy. Like today. He keeps making kissy noises, and he's
getting louder and louder with it, so I know my brother and his girlfriend can
hear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Nancy Jo kicks the seat, making us both jump and giggle.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby squints evilly, then he grabs my face and leans over
and acts like he's going to kiss me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson leans forward and taps Toby on the shoulder. Carson
whispers, "Cut it out, shrimp."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby eyes get really wide. I don't know if he's actually afraid
or only pretending, but he freezes and looks straight ahead.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Carson leans back and starts kissing Nancy Jo again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I glance at Toby. He's smirking and making silent kissing
motions with his lips. I shake my head in amazement.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I have to admit something else about Toby. I think I have a
little crush on him. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know. I know! It's stupid. He's only ten, but he's really
brave, like I said, and he's also outgoing and friendly. He talks to everyone,
even to people who don't want to hear what he has to say. I wish I could do
that.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby also has a cute body. He's not too thin and not too
fat. He usually wears shorts whenever he can, even on a chilly morning like
today. He has a cute bum that sticks out in his shorts. At least, it looks cute
to me. I'm not sure what makes a bum cute, but Toby's is really round and pokes
out a little when he walks. I also like his legs. They're very smooth. No hair
at all. And he has calf muscles that are round and his thighs flex a little in
the seat when he kicks his feet next to me. I like watching his legs. I like
seeing how the muscles move beneath the skin. Weird, right?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby notices me looking and smiles. He doesn't seem to mind
at all that I'm looking at his legs. That's another thing I like about Toby. He's
just a little kid, and he knows that boys aren't supposed to look at boys like
this, but he lets me look and even gets excited when I do. He's grinning right
now and sitting on the edge of the seat so I can get a good look at everything
while he kicks his legs back and forth. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I'm not sure what I'm seeing, not at first, but I think I
see Toby's little dick starting to stick up in his shorts. The longer he kicks
his legs, the more it sticks up. Then suddenly, it jumps and pushes sideways. It's
definitely getting hard, and now my dick starts getting hard too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I look at Toby's face. He's smirking again. He doesn't even
try to cover his boner. He lifts his butt out of the seat and thrusts forward,
making his shorts stretch and his boner even more obvious.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I look around, suddenly nervous that someone will see, but
the other kids aren't paying any attention. I take off my windbreaker and drape
it across our laps to hide our boners. Yes, I have a boner too.<span> </span>It's sticking out sideways in my jeans.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby giggles and slides his hand underneath my jacket to
grab my boner. I jump, and he smiles. He squeezes my boner a couple of times,
then moves his hand away and nods at his own lap, inviting me to do the same. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I gulp. Should I do this? I want to, but I'm shit scared.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby searches around under the windbreaker until he finds my
hand.<span> </span>He drags it over to his lap. I
feel a hard bump under my fingers. I squeeze it carefully. It's so incredibly
hard. I move my fingers to the end and squeeze again. Squishy. Toby's not
giggling any more. He's breathing excitedly, and his eyes are twinkling.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I keep squeezing the hard lump in his shorts. He reaches
over and begins squeezing my boner. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We both stare straight ahead, pretending that nothing is
going on, but our hands are squeezing and rubbing, and our boners are really
hard now. Toby's hand is moving faster underneath my jacket, making my
windbreaker jump up and down slightly. and I'm worried that someone will see. I
put my other hand on top of his and push down, holding his hand still. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He frowns at me, but he slows down a little, mostly just
rubbing slowly back and forth. I do the same to him. I can't believe we're
doing this. My dick is tingling all over. I wonder if Toby likes the way it
feels. Is he old enough to get the tingles yet? Maybe not, but he's grinning
really big, and he's even pushing his groin up into my hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The bus turns a corner, and I see Toby's school up ahead. There
are only two schools in town. Toby's elementary school (first through sixth
grade) and my school (seventh through twelfth grade) where all the rest of us
go, me and Carson and Nancy Jo and Mattie and the other witches and most of the
space pirates. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I squeeze Toby's dick one last time, then pull my hand back.
Toby keeps rubbing my dick, but I grab his hand and pull it off, nodding with
my head at his school. He shrugs and does something under the windbreaker with
his own shorts. Then he pulls his hands out and throws off my jacket, showing
me that his dick is pointing straight up in his shorts, but tucked in under the
waistband, sort of. Nobody will notice he has a boner when he stands up to get
off the bus, because his erection is only a couple of inches long. I keep the
jacket over my lap. My dick is bigger than Toby's, and I can't hide it like he
can. Even though I'm smaller than the other boys my age, it's still a little
over four inches long when it gets hard and it sticks straight up, so I'm glad
I'll have a few more minutes to let it go down before I have to get off the
bus.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Toby peeks back at his sister and makes a few kissing
motions with his mouth. Then he giggles and looks at me, smiling really big. He
boldly reaches over and puts his hand on top of my jacket and feels around
until he finds my boner. Still hard. He squeezes it once more just as the bus
lurches to a stop. He stands up, and his bum is so cute as he skips down the
aisle.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I watch him walk to the front of the bus, jump off, and swagger
his way up the sidewalk. He sees some friends, and they start talking excitedly.
As the bus pulls away, he turns and waves at us. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I sigh. Now I feel broken again. What's wrong with me? It
was exciting to feel Toby's hard dick and to have him squeezing mine, but I
shouldn't have done that. Boys don't do that to other boys. What if someone
saw? What if one of the other boys noticed and told everyone that Toby Welsh
and Truman Greene were playing with each other on the bus right in front of all
the other kids? It would be a disaster. A supernova. An imploding galaxy. A
rift in the universe. And my parents would ground me for the rest of the
century.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>But it did feel exciting. I don't think my dick has ever
been so hard. Did it enjoy having another boy squeezing it? I reach under my
jacket. My dick is still stiff, throbbing a little. I squeeze and feel tingles.
Would this be happening if Toby was a girl? If he was Nancy Jo's little sister,
with long hair and tiny little girl boobs? I squeeze my dick again. It isn't as
hard now. I picture Nancy Jo grabbing my dick and rubbing it while she tries to
kiss my face. My dick is completely soft now. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Hey, I may have figured out a way to stop embarrassing
boners!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I stare out the window and sigh. Why don't I like girls in ...
that way?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>When the bus stops at our school, I wait for the other kids
to get off. Fewer elbows jabbing me in the side that way. Finally, the space
pirates and nebula witches disappear through the teleportation portal and begin
spreading out across the galaxy. It's safe for me to leave. I stand up and put
on my windbreaker. My boner is completely gone, so I can safely show the front
of my pants again, not that anyone would be looking at me. I'm practically
invisible around here, which is fine by me. I'll be a galactic spy, zipping
from place to place, never revealing my location. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>My first destination is my locker. I have to get my math
textbook for first period.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I like math. It's logical, and numbers are unchanging. They
have no emotions, so they are my friends. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I like the teacher too. Mr. Jacoby. He started this year,
and I think he came from some big city far away, because he doesn't talk the
same as everyone else. He also doesn't put up with crap from the students. He
makes them listen when he's teaching. He's unemotional, like a computer. Like
Mike the Computer in <i>The Moon is a Harsh Mistress</i>. I like that about
him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>We're learning about mathematical sequences this morning. Mr.
Jacoby starts with a famous one called the Fibonacci sequence. It's named after
a guy who wrote a book about rabbits having babies. If none of them die and the
rabbits keep making more babies, how many rabbits will you have? I think it's
so funny, because it's supposed to be math but we're talking about rabbits
having sex!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mr. Jacoby explains how the Fibonacci sequence works.<span> </span>To find the next number, you simply add the
last two numbers you have. Really easy, but the morons in my class sit there
with their mouths hanging open. They don't get it. Mr. Jacoby writes on the
board: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5. Then he explains it again. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>"The first two numbers in the sequence are zero and one. Zero
plus one equals one. That means one is the third number in the sequence. Now ...
the next number will be two, because one plus one equals two." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He looks around.<span>
</span>Blank stares from everyone but me.<span>
</span><span>So</span> he covers up all the numbers except the one
and two. "One plus two equals three." He shows the three. He covers up
everything except the two and three. "Two plus three equals ...?" He turns and
looks at Clayton, one of the dumbest boys in our class. "What is two plus
three, Clayton?" <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Clayton grunts and frowns. "Five?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mr. Jacoby doesn't quite roll his eyes. "Correct." He shows
the last number he's written down, the number 5. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>This is so radical. Five rabbits humping three rabbits will
make eight rabbits! I like the way the numbers are growing, like my dick when
it gets hard.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mr. Jacoby looks around the class. "Who can tell me the next
number in the sequence?" Complete silence.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I shake my head in disgust, then raise my hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mr. Jacoby seems relieved that it's me. He points, and I
say, "Eight. Three plus five is eight."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Mr. Jacoby smiles and writes an eight next to the five. "Right!
And the sequence can go on and on as long as you keep adding the numbers
together." I snicker, picturing rabbits piling up in stacks, humping each
other.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>He picks up a stack of papers from his desk and hands them
out. "For the next ten minutes, I want you to continue the Fibonacci sequence
on this handout. See how far you can go ... starting now."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The handout shows the same numbers Mr. Jacoby wrote on the
board. 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. It also has a reminder about how to calculate the
next number, with arrows and cartoon rabbits showing how it's done. Easy <span>peasy</span>. I start doing numbers in my head. Five plus eight
will be 13. 8 plus 13 is 21. 13 plus 21 is 34. Wow, it <b><i>is </i></b>like my
dick, growing rapidly bigger when it gets hard. The next number is, <span>ummmm</span>, 55. Now ... can't do it in my head anymore, so I add
the numbers on the margin of the paper. 89! Next, <span>ummmm</span>,
144! Hey, this is way bigger than my boner. It's more like robot clones that
make more clones and soon they overrun the planet. This is fun. I keep working,
and when the ten minutes is up, I've completely filled up my page with numbers
that are now gargantuan.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I glance over at Clayton's paper. He's written down six
numbers, and he got the last one wrong. He wrote 145. What a moron. He has a
bigger dick than me, so I don't say anything. I have a bigger brain and more
numbers on my page, so maybe now we're even. I think my robot clones will be
shaped like giant cocks and march around Clayton, making fun of his little boy
cock that is bigger than mine but nowhere close to as big as my robots.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Next is History. History doesn't change either. I mean,
that's what history means, right? Stuff that already happened and you can't
change it. Unless you create a <span>time</span> machine and go
back and mess around and hope you don't create a time paradox that causes a rip
in the universe that swallows everyone up with a loud explosion. I like History
almost as much as Math, because all I have to do is memorize names and dates
and places. Mrs. Greenwich (everyone calls her the Green Witch behind her back,
but I don't, because she's not really a witch at all, but one of the nicest
teachers in school) tells us that we're watching a movie today about how President
Thomas Jefferson sent Meriwether Lewis and William Clark to explore the lands
west of the Mississippi River in 1804. I like it when Mrs. Greenwich shows
movies. It's more fun than reading from the textbook. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The other kids like it too, because they can close their
eyes and sleep. Morons. Don't they know that Mrs. Greenwich will ask questions
about the movie when it's over? Then they'll look stupid, and I'll end up
answering most of her questions because I'm the only one paying attention. Maybe
that's why they call her the Green Witch. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Maybe that's why they hate me and jab me with their elbows
in the hallways. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I need an invisibility cloak to make it to my locker.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Or I could stop raising my hand to answer questions and
pretend that I'm as stupid as the rest of the kids. But I'm not that good an
actor.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>͠<span> </span>͠<span>
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Third Period. My Galactic Archenemy. PE. The class I hate
the most. The class I wish was never invented. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>Who is the ignoramus that decided that thirteen- and
fourteen-year-old boys should run around inside a gymnasium, trying to bash
each other in the face with dodgeballs, getting stinky and sweaty, then strip
off their clothes and stand naked in front of each other in the showers, where
everyone can see who has a man cock and who has a boy dick?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>It's the most humiliating ritual ever. Just kill me now and
get it over with.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The running-around, dodging-balls part ends, and I find
myself standing naked outside the showers. The other <span>guys</span>
stare at my tiny dick and snicker. That makes it worse, and my dick tries to
hide, so I hold my towel in front of me as long as I can. When I can't put it
off any longer, I hang my towel on a hook in the little room just before you go
in to where all the showers are spaced out along the walls in this big, wide-open
area. No where to hide. I walk in with my hand over my groin, and try to find a
nozzle in the corner so I can wash up without anyone staring at my miniature
cock. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I don't know whether I'm more embarrassed or angry. Embarrassed
that I'm still so small. Angry that my body refuses to grow. My arms are
skinny. My legs are spindly. My body is thin. The hair on my belly is blonde
and pale like the hair on my head, so it's practically invisible. My cock is
tiny and my balls are little marbles. It sucks!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>The other boys like to show how big they are. Some scratch
under their balls and jiggle them so that everyone can see how plump they are. Others
grab their cocks and stretch them out, pretending to wash there, but they're
really showing off how long they are for anyone who wants to see. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I want to look at the other boys, mostly to see how big they
are, even though it's just going to be torture for me. I can't help myself. I
want to know how big their boners get. I wish they'd get hard so I can see how
long my cock is supposed to be. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I know I shouldn't be comparing myself to the other boys,
but something in my brain demands to know just how far behind I am. And when I
see how big and <span>chunky</span> they get in the shower, it makes
me hate my tiny dick even more.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I hurry through the shower and walk quickly out to where my
towel is hanging on a hook. It's not on the hook anymore. Now it's in the
floor, soaking up water. My shoulders sag, and I groan. The other boys laugh.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>I spin around and look for whoever knocked my towel down,
but they're all looking away and talking to each other. They aren't even
snickering at my skinny body and tiny cock any more. Now they're laughing at
the nerdy boy who has to dry off with a wet towel.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p>PE sucks. The other boys suck. My life sucks. I feel
completely broken.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p><span>The end of BROKEN, Chapter Two<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity-4 | Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2019 01:37:29 +0000 From: Corey Bennett Subject: summer of the celebrity- part4 , incest/celebrity Summer of the Celebrity, part 4 Continuing the summer of cousins Frankie and TJ and the celebrity they would soon meet. You all know the warnings... Please donate to: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ...I told him I would go find us something to drink, thinking, they (the owners, Albert and Jose, an older gay couple) would never mind, even if they ever knew we had been there. I sprinted to the house from the edge of the lake, leaving TJ stretched out, relaxing on the dock. I was smiling thinking bout my sexy hot cousin and our growing "sexploration". What I as not expecting, to find out we were not alone. I know I gave more then a gasp... ok I screamed " like a girl" when I reached the porch and found someone standing there in the darkness. I was certain the house was empty and who was he? Sacred beyond belief as I was I could here him saying " its ok Frankie" You are Frankie aren't you? I some how muttered a weak � yes to his questions. He went on to quickly tell me he was a guest of Jose and Albert, the home- owners and he was staying there while they were out of town. Almost as he was saying that, I heard TJ right behind me saying- It's ok Frankie, this is Ronny (not his real name). He is cool and he knew we might be come by here to swim. He walked past me and went up next to the man standing there and Ronny put his arm around TJ's shoulders. I was slowly coming back from my recent scare and looking at me was my cousin TJ, still naked from our swim and a very hot looking guy, even in the darkness of the evening. I had a feeling I should know who he was but I was still taking in his looks. I wasn't sure how old he was, older than the two of us but not an old guy. I would find out later he was in his 20's. He was about as tall as me but built more like Teeje, well defined muscles, smooth chest, he was wearing only a pair of cut-off jean shorts, which the longer I looked, I noticed the top button was undone. He had strong looking arms and sooth muscular legs, bare feet. He was also wearing a long string of beads around his neck. Wait a minute I said, now realizing TJ seemed very relaxed around this guy who has just nearly startled me out of my wits. How did ne know we might be coming by to swim? Teeje look at this man and started to smile. Well cuz, I kinda knew he was hear and he had said to me he would like to meet you and... I was having trouble taking it all in and it was a out at that moment I realized TJ and I was standing in front of a total stranger, well at least to me it seemed, buck naked, along with my cousin, with whom I had just had some sexual interaction. I cupped my hand in front of my exposed cock and balls, even though by nature I was usually very casual about being naked. Ronny chucked and looked at TJ and then said well, I guess it would be fair if we were all in the same state and he undid the remaining button on the fly of his jean-shorts and they dropped to the porch floor. He stepped out of them as if it was an everyday occurrence to strip naked when being introduced. He broke the awkwardness of the moment and said he had some sodas waiting for us and indicated the cans on a table behind him. He walked over and handed a can of coke to TJ and one to me, turned and took one for himself. It didn't escape me how sexy he looked, now naked. Even before when he still was wearing his shorts, and it was at that moment I realized I recognized him from seeing him on TV shows. I knew the " Boys", the owners of the house had friends form Hollywood who would visit so I was no longer wondering why he was here but I was wondering why Tj seemed so familiar with him. Besides his well-defined body, he also had swinging between his legs the biggest cock I had ever seen. Below a fairly bushy mound of dark brown pubes was a long thick example of man flesh. Easily 7" if not more and beer can thick even in what seemed to be a soft state. I had now recently had some very intimate contact with TJ's firm thick teen cock and at home had two buds that had shared some mutual ` sexploration". This was truly a MAN � COCK!. He also had the most amazing looking ass; I noticed when he turned to get us the drinks. We all walked to the stairs leading up onto the porch from the yard and Ronny sat down with TJ next to him. Ronny looked up and me and said- " my little buddy here has told me lot about you." I sat next to Teeje. TJ went on to explain the he had been by the house to help Albert move some boxes into storage on the day Ronny had arrived and been back two other times to run a few errands for Janet the housekeeper and they had seen and talked to each other a few time. They also had been swimming a few times. It was then that Ronny admitted he had seem me here before too. I thought about people I had met and began to say I didn't remember meeting him when he said; it was not like how he met TJ. I looked at TJ, He then looked at Ronny and then thy both looked at me with an odd smile. Ronny went on, saying to me, Well Frankie, it was an evening, you were alone, you seemed to enjoy a swim like you and TJ did tonight... and... well you. He paused, looked at TJ and then continued. You seemed to enjoy your time alone. He took a casual sip of his soda. TJ was smiling in a very Cheshire- Cat way and took a slurp form his soda. I was beginning to get very different idea a about my not so innocent cousin. Ronny relaxed, leaning back on the steps, on the moonlight and said, you two might want to spend more time, alone, I cold go back into the house. As he did, I saw the that thick cock was no longer hanging but was leaning over his left thigh and looked even bigger than it seemed just a few moment ago. He murmured something about how it was such a great place to be, the freedom everyone seemed to have here and how Tj and I could spend as much time here as we wanted and he was beginning to like it even more. As he was talking TJ elbowed me and nodded in Ronny's direction. His cock was clearly getting bigger and harder as we sat next to him. The head of his tube of man flesh was now pointed toward the two of us and was slowly rising to be pointed straight up his tight abs. Tj was rubbing his now swelling cock and I had to say my mouth was watering... Ronny moved his hand to cover he now hard cock, it seemed at first to hide it form our view, but I could soon see his hand wrap around the impressive shaft. The base of his cock above his big heavy lolling ball was expose and a good 2 or more inches extended beyond his hand, showing it had to be a very good 8 or more inches of hard man-cock. He wasn't fully stocking his cock but I could see his hand flex and squeeze that amazing bone. He continued saying how he loved the freedom here. TJ was not fully stroking his hard cock and Ronny just said something like we should relax and enjoy it. He finished by saying, "just go for it..." I took the hint and decided to rally do that and leaned over and took the tip of TJ's cock into my mouth. I was going to suck this cock and have an audience to do it. I had moved to be between TJ's legs, kneeling on the steps below him. I was soon getting the first tastes of the precum he leaked so freely. My head was soon bobbing up and down the full length of his cock and Ronny was now fully stroking his impressive cock watching the show I was offering him. TJ was just leaning back and moaning and saying � Yeah Frankie- Yeah!!! His hands moved to my head and I could feel the tip of his cock entering my throat. It was all becoming a blur but I knew I was getting TJ close to blasting his hot cum loads. Ronny had moved closer and was aiming his cock towards Teeje's chest and abs. himself getting close to shooting a hot load of cum. TJ let out a long moan and I could feel his body go tense as the shots of his cum began filling my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily. His breathing was heavy with his orgasm. I hear Ronny's voice, encouraging me to go for it and he was shooting his load over TJ's chest and abs. I sucked until I could feel his cock begin to soften and I looked up into my cousins very satisfies smile. I could see the ropes of shining cum lined along his 6-pac and on his pecs and a shot or two on his right cheek, I finished cleaning his cock and slowly began lick up his body. Devouring the seed of this new friend splashed along my cousin's body. As soon as I tasted it, knowing it was from the hot guy next to us, I moved faster like a starving beast. I felt hand on my back and shoulders urging me onwards and Ronny saying things like- yes clean you bro's body. I could taste the remnant of our lake swim on TJ and the mix of his cum and now Ronny's on my tongue. His fingers were running up and down my spine, from neck, down and onto the base of my tale bone. I would then feel his hand fingers softly caress my firm small ass mounds. I moved up his chest and found the last shots that had landed on his right cheek. I licked it off and looked into his handsome face. Ronny was rubbing his hand on my shoulder and I herd he simply say- Yes do it. I leaned in and pressed my lips onto TJ. I was kissing my bro, my bud, my sexy as all get out cousin. He opened his mouth and returned my kiss as our tongues began to fight and explore each other. We kissed a bit longer and I pulled off him and he said- that was amazing Frankie and he gave me another fast kiss on my lips. I leaned back onto my haunches on the steps between Tj's out stretched legs. Ronny broke our silence by saying � it looks like someone was forgotten. TJ looked at my still raging hard cock pointing straight up, tight against my abs. He shifted his position. Moving more to my right side and positioned his hands on my hipbones. H seemed to be moving into a position to return my blowjob. My cock spasms and a big ooze of precum leaked from my cock slit. Without talking Ronny moved to my right side and then began guiding TJ into a new position, He also gently pushed my shoulders towards the steps moving me into a hands and knees position on the steps. He moved TJ's hands to my slim hips behind me and then guided them onto my small ass mounds. TJ pushed against my cheeks spreading them open and Ronny urged TJ to lick. I cold feel Teeje's hot breath and then a warm tongue glide into my ass crack. I felt his tongue brush over my puckered ring. It made me shudder; He licked my boy-pussy I thought. With Ronny's encouragement, TJ continued and was soon in the process of learning how to rim my sweet ass. I felt a hand wrap around my hard cock and Ronny was slowly stroking me, as my cousin grew more aggressive eating my hot tight hole. I was lost in the sensations that were beginning to course through my entire body. I felt the hands change and TJ was now tongue fucking my tight boyring and took over stoking me to what was mounting to be a mind-blowing orgasm. He must have felt my ass ring tighten and I soon stared shooting my jizz onto the step of the porch. I pushed back against his face and felt the tip of his tongue actually enter my hole as the last drops of my cum oozed out of my cock. Coming out of my orgasm, I turned around sitting onto the steps, TJ was looking at me, his hand covered with my cum. I reached for it and licked my boy-jizz off his fingers. He smiled at me and then leaned over and took my still almost hard cock into his mouth and licked the remaining drops of cum from the tip of my cock. It amazed me but It all seemed so right to be happening. Ronny broke the silence yet again and said- you two put on a pretty good show. We both laughed in an ironic sort of way and I think both a bit unsure of totally all that had happened. More to follow- | <html>
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From: Corey Bennett <[email protected]>
Subject: summer of the celebrity- part4 , incest/celebrity
Summer of the Celebrity, part 4
Continuing the summer of cousins Frankie and TJ and the celebrity they
would soon meet.
You all know the warnings...
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...I told him I would go find us something to drink, thinking, they (the
owners, Albert and Jose, an older gay couple) would never mind, even if
they ever knew we had been there.
I sprinted to the house from the edge of the lake, leaving TJ stretched
out, relaxing on the dock. I was smiling thinking bout my sexy hot cousin
and our growing "sexploration". What I as not expecting, to find out we
were not alone.
I know I gave more then a gasp... ok I screamed " like a girl" when I
reached the porch and found someone standing there in the darkness. I was
certain the house was empty and who was he? Sacred beyond belief as I was I
could here him saying " its ok Frankie" You are Frankie aren't you? I some
how muttered a weak � yes to his questions.
He went on to quickly tell me he was a guest of Jose and Albert, the home-
owners and he was staying there while they were out of town. Almost as he
was saying that, I heard TJ right behind me saying- It's ok Frankie, this
is Ronny (not his real name). He is cool and he knew we might be come by
here to swim. He walked past me and went up next to the man standing there
and Ronny put his arm around TJ's shoulders.
I was slowly coming back from my recent scare and looking at me was my
cousin TJ, still naked from our swim and a very hot looking guy, even in
the darkness of the evening. I had a feeling I should know who he was but
I was still taking in his looks. I wasn't sure how old he was, older than
the two of us but not an old guy. I would find out later he was in his
20's. He was about as tall as me but built more like Teeje, well defined
muscles, smooth chest, he was wearing only a pair of cut-off jean shorts,
which the longer I looked, I noticed the top button was undone. He had
strong looking arms and sooth muscular legs, bare feet. He was also wearing
a long string of beads around his neck.
Wait a minute I said, now realizing TJ seemed very relaxed around this guy
who has just nearly startled me out of my wits. How did ne know we might
be coming by to swim? Teeje look at this man and started to smile. Well
cuz, I kinda knew he was hear and he had said to me he would like to meet
you and...
I was having trouble taking it all in and it was a out at that moment I
realized TJ and I was standing in front of a total stranger, well at least
to me it seemed, buck naked, along with my cousin, with whom I had just had
some sexual interaction. I cupped my hand in front of my exposed cock and
balls, even though by nature I was usually very casual about being naked.
Ronny chucked and looked at TJ and then said well, I guess it would be fair
if we were all in the same state and he undid the remaining button on the
fly of his jean-shorts and they dropped to the porch floor. He stepped out
of them as if it was an everyday occurrence to strip naked when being
introduced.
He broke the awkwardness of the moment and said he had some sodas waiting
for us and indicated the cans on a table behind him. He walked over and
handed a can of coke to TJ and one to me, turned and took one for himself.
It didn't escape me how sexy he looked, now naked. Even before when he
still was wearing his shorts, and it was at that moment I realized I
recognized him from seeing him on TV shows. I knew the " Boys", the owners
of the house had friends form Hollywood who would visit so I was no longer
wondering why he was here but I was wondering why Tj seemed so familiar
with him. Besides his well-defined body, he also had swinging between his
legs the biggest cock I had ever seen. Below a fairly bushy mound of dark
brown pubes was a long thick example of man flesh. Easily 7" if not more
and beer can thick even in what seemed to be a soft state. I had now
recently had some very intimate contact with TJ's firm thick teen cock and
at home had two buds that had shared some mutual ` sexploration". This was
truly a MAN � COCK!. He also had the most amazing looking ass; I
noticed when he turned to get us the drinks.
We all walked to the stairs leading up onto the porch from the yard and
Ronny sat down with TJ next to him. Ronny looked up and me and said- " my
little buddy here has told me lot about you." I sat next to Teeje. TJ went
on to explain the he had been by the house to help Albert move some boxes
into storage on the day Ronny had arrived and been back two other times to
run a few errands for Janet the housekeeper and they had seen and talked to
each other a few time. They also had been swimming a few times. It was then
that Ronny admitted he had seem me here before too. I thought about people
I had met and began to say I didn't remember meeting him when he said; it
was not like how he met TJ.
I looked at TJ, He then looked at Ronny and then thy both looked at me with
an odd smile. Ronny went on, saying to me, Well Frankie, it was an
evening, you were alone, you seemed to enjoy a swim like you and TJ did
tonight... and... well you. He paused, looked at TJ and then continued. You
seemed to enjoy your time alone. He took a casual sip of his soda. TJ was
smiling in a very Cheshire- Cat way and took a slurp form his soda. I was
beginning to get very different idea a about my not so innocent cousin.
Ronny relaxed, leaning back on the steps, on the moonlight and said, you
two might want to spend more time, alone, I cold go back into the house. As
he did, I saw the that thick cock was no longer hanging but was leaning
over his left thigh and looked even bigger than it seemed just a few moment
ago. He murmured something about how it was such a great place to be, the
freedom everyone seemed to have here and how Tj and I could spend as much
time here as we wanted and he was beginning to like it even more. As he was
talking TJ elbowed me and nodded in Ronny's direction. His cock was
clearly getting bigger and harder as we sat next to him. The head of his
tube of man flesh was now pointed toward the two of us and was slowly
rising to be pointed straight up his tight abs. Tj was rubbing his now
swelling cock and I had to say my mouth was watering...
Ronny moved his hand to cover he now hard cock, it seemed at first to hide
it form our view, but I could soon see his hand wrap around the impressive
shaft. The base of his cock above his big heavy lolling ball was expose
and a good 2 or more inches extended beyond his hand, showing it had to be
a very good 8 or more inches of hard man-cock. He wasn't fully stocking
his cock but I could see his hand flex and squeeze that amazing bone. He
continued saying how he loved the freedom here.
TJ was not fully stroking his hard cock and Ronny just said something like
we should relax and enjoy it. He finished by saying, "just go for it..." I
took the hint and decided to rally do that and leaned over and took the tip
of TJ's cock into my mouth. I was going to suck this cock and have an
audience to do it. I had moved to be between TJ's legs, kneeling on the
steps below him. I was soon getting the first tastes of the precum he
leaked so freely. My head was soon bobbing up and down the full length of
his cock and Ronny was now fully stroking his impressive cock watching the
show I was offering him. TJ was just leaning back and moaning and saying
� Yeah Frankie- Yeah!!! His hands moved to my head and I could feel the
tip of his cock entering my throat. It was all becoming a blur but I knew I
was getting TJ close to blasting his hot cum loads. Ronny had moved closer
and was aiming his cock towards Teeje's chest and abs. himself getting
close to shooting a hot load of cum.
TJ let out a long moan and I could feel his body go tense as the shots of
his cum began filling my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily. His breathing
was heavy with his orgasm. I hear Ronny's voice, encouraging me to go for
it and he was shooting his load over TJ's chest and abs. I sucked until I
could feel his cock begin to soften and I looked up into my cousins very
satisfies smile. I could see the ropes of shining cum lined along his 6-pac
and on his pecs and a shot or two on his right cheek, I finished cleaning
his cock and slowly began lick up his body. Devouring the seed of this new
friend splashed along my cousin's body. As soon as I tasted it, knowing it
was from the hot guy next to us, I moved faster like a starving beast. I
felt hand on my back and shoulders urging me onwards and Ronny saying
things like- yes clean you bro's body. I could taste the remnant of our
lake swim on TJ and the mix of his cum and now Ronny's on my tongue.
His fingers were running up and down my spine, from neck, down and onto the
base of my tale bone. I would then feel his hand fingers softly caress my
firm small ass mounds. I moved up his chest and found the last shots that
had landed on his right cheek. I licked it off and looked into his handsome
face. Ronny was rubbing his hand on my shoulder and I herd he simply say-
Yes do it. I leaned in and pressed my lips onto TJ. I was kissing my bro,
my bud, my sexy as all get out cousin. He opened his mouth and returned my
kiss as our tongues began to fight and explore each other. We kissed a bit
longer and I pulled off him and he said- that was amazing Frankie and he
gave me another fast kiss on my lips.
I leaned back onto my haunches on the steps between Tj's out stretched
legs. Ronny broke our silence by saying � it looks like someone was
forgotten. TJ looked at my still raging hard cock pointing straight up,
tight against my abs. He shifted his position. Moving more to my right
side and positioned his hands on my hipbones. H seemed to be moving into a
position to return my blowjob. My cock spasms and a big ooze of precum
leaked from my cock slit. Without talking Ronny moved to my right side and
then began guiding TJ into a new position, He also gently pushed my
shoulders towards the steps moving me into a hands and knees position on
the steps. He moved TJ's hands to my slim hips behind me and then guided
them onto my small ass mounds. TJ pushed against my cheeks spreading them
open and Ronny urged TJ to lick. I cold feel Teeje's hot breath and then a
warm tongue glide into my ass crack. I felt his tongue brush over my
puckered ring. It made me shudder; He licked my boy-pussy I thought. With
Ronny's encouragement, TJ continued and was soon in the process of learning
how to rim my sweet ass. I felt a hand wrap around my hard cock and Ronny
was slowly stroking me, as my cousin grew more aggressive eating my hot
tight hole. I was lost in the sensations that were beginning to course
through my entire body. I felt the hands change and TJ was now tongue
fucking my tight boyring and took over stoking me to what was mounting to
be a mind-blowing orgasm. He must have felt my ass ring tighten and I soon
stared shooting my jizz onto the step of the porch. I pushed back against
his face and felt the tip of his tongue actually enter my hole as the last
drops of my cum oozed out of my cock.
Coming out of my orgasm, I turned around sitting onto the steps, TJ was
looking at me, his hand covered with my cum. I reached for it and licked my
boy-jizz off his fingers. He smiled at me and then leaned over and took my
still almost hard cock into his mouth and licked the remaining drops of cum
from the tip of my cock. It amazed me but It all seemed so right to be
happening. Ronny broke the silence yet again and said- you two put on a
pretty good show. We both laughed in an ironic sort of way and I think
both a bit unsure of totally all that had happened.
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Chapter Four
I have the strangest day at school, stranger than any I've ever had before.
It starts out with me sitting quietly at my desk. I don't raise my hand to answer questions. I can't. My arms and shoulders are stiff and sore. Mr. Jacoby and Mrs. Greenwich look at me like I have been visited by body-snatchers in the night who replaced my body with a doppelganger. I still know the answers, and I speak up when they call on me, but I'm not eager to hold my hand in the air. It hurts too much!
The other kids whisper about me behind my back. Apparently, I am being more weird than usual, and it doesn't take long for the whole school to begin talking about it. I am standing at my locker, gritting my teeth as I lift a heavy textbook out of my backpack, when I overhear two kids talking around the corner. One tells the other that I threatened to break the legs of the kid who sat next to me on the bus when he didn't move over fast enough to let me sit down. I laugh to myself. That's a good one.
In PE, I can't throw the dodgeball at all. I'm normally incompetent, but today I'm pathetic. Coach calls me over and demands an explanation.
"My brother Carson is teaching me to lift weights," I explain. "We worked on my arms and shoulders last night."
"What did you do?" Coach asks, so I demonstrate each of the routines Carson showed me, although it hurts to move my arms.
Coach asks how much weight I was using, how many repetitions I did, and how long we worked out. I answer all his questions, and he nods approvingly. "Carson knows what he's doing. Listen to him, and he'll get you in shape in no time." And for the rest of the period, Coach excuses me from dodgeball and has me doing light calisthenics instead. To loosen up my sore muscles. When I finish, he sends me to the shower early, so I don't have to endure the stares and jokes from my classmates. The hot water feels amazing!
At lunch, I sit alone at a table in the cafeteria, eating my extra sandwich. Thanks, Momma. Sitting alone isn't itself unusual, but what is abnormal is how no one tries to knock over my milk, kick my chair, or make rude noises behind my back.
Carson shows up when I'm finishing my lunch. "How's it been going, Squirt?" he asks as he slides into his seat across the table from me.
I swallow the delicious bite of pie I'm munching on. "Good."
"Arms feeling better."
Nodding, I say, "Sore but I can move now. Coach had me do calisthenics in PE instead of dodgeball."
Carson smiles and nods. "Nice."
Two more seniors from the football team set their food trays on the table and sit next to me and Carson.
"Heard Carson is teaching you to work out," one says as he opens his milk carton.
I nod, too scared to talk.
The other puts his hand on my neck and squeezes gently. "Gonna get you in shape, little dude!"
I grimace. My neck is still sore.
"Oh. Still hurting?" he asks, moving his hand away.
I smile and say, "A little. But it's getting better."
The first guy nods. "Pain is the price you pay, little brother. It's gonna be worth it."
The bell rings, and I have to go, but I see all the other eight graders staring at me. Their mouths are hanging open in shock because I've been eating with three SENIORS who all play FOOTBALL! They must be thinking, `What the ...! He really did get replaced with a doppelganger in the night!'
I'm thinking, `Thanks, Carson. Best big brother ever!'
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The rest of the day is a blur. I'm especially eager to get free from the Black Hole We Call School, because tonight Carson is going to help me work on my legs. I admit part of me is scared. I don't want my legs to hurt as bad as my arms did all day today. But my stomach is also churning with excitement, anticipating spending time with my brother and making my legs stronger.
School ends. The bus ride home takes far too long, even with Toby sitting next to me. No naughty games today; just Toby's constant chatterbox conversation all the way home. A few chores to do ... bringing animals in for the night, giving them some food, tossing out grain for the chickens ... then it's off to the barn where Carson tortures my legs for an hour. I love it.
Carson must be backing off slightly, because when we finish, my legs aren't quite as wobbly. While I'm taking my shower after the work out, Carson explains what my core muscles are. Stomach and back mostly. He tells me those will be our focus tomorrow, then we'll rest over the weekend and start over again on Monday. He has a whole routine planned out for next week, and I can tell he's excited to show me. I'm excited too, and I tell him, "Thanks, Carson," about a million times.
I even give him a hug when I get out of the shower. He doesn't seem to mind that I'm wet and naked. He hugs me back, strips off his underwear, and slides past me into the shower to take his turn.
I dry off, thinking, `Who knew that being tortured by your brother could be so much fun?'
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I hate working on my core.
Stomach crunches. Leg lifts. Planks. And something weird called a Turkish Get Up, where Carson has me holding a dumbbell up in the air while I'm lying down, then stand to my feet, holding the dumbbell above my head the entire time. After ten of those, I'm hurting again.
Carson thinks maybe my legs are the strongest muscles in my body, probably because I'm very active helping out around the farm. My arms and my core are the weakest parts, so we'll have to do more to get them in shape. And that means more pain.
I don't complain. I want this. I want to get stronger and look like Carson. But I'm also glad it's the weekend and I get two days off.
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Carson and I are finishing up in the stalls, mucking them out, late on Saturday morning, when we hear a vehicle pulling up next to the house.
To get to our house, you first drive down a lane that's about a half mile long. Poppa planted alfalfa in the front acreage that runs along the lane, and we harvest the alfalfa to feed the animals, selling any extra we have to other farms to make a little money. Once you travel down the lane past the alfalfa fields, you're at the house. There's a big looping drive that goes all the way around the house, and a huge grassy yard in front and a greenhouse and vegetable and herb gardens in back and trees all around the house. The driveway circles everything, like a big looping road. There are lots of places you can park, but you don't want to park under the trees because of birds. Splat! The looping driveway around the house is extra wide so there's plenty of room to maneuver tractors and harvesters and other massive farm machinery. We park everything over next to the barn where there's a large propane tank for fueling them up. Then you drive past the house to get to more alfalfa fields, or you can go the other direction to get to the grass pastures farther back. The barn itself is huge, with lots of room for storing baled hay and sacks of grain and feed and gear and workout benches for making enormous muscles, haha. Next to the barn are the stables where we keep the animals at night. Past the stables are the pastures where the animals eat during the day. That's pretty much it. Oh, I almost forgot. Just beyond the pastures, the ground begins to slope down toward the river. We own some land down there, next to the river and on the other side of it, so I guess we own part of the river too. The ground is very sandy down there, so it's great for growing melons and cantaloupes, but Poppa wants to try sowing bermuda grass there and see how well it grows with the river flowing next to it.
So ... I was saying that Carson and I are in the stables, mucking out the last stall, when we hear the crunching sound of tires rolling slowly along in the gravel driveway that runs around our house. We peek out and see an old, beat-up pickup coming to a stop. The driver's door opens, and a young guy climbs out. He's dressed in blue jeans and a light blue shirt and a black cowboy hat. He looks around in our direction, and Carson and I duck back inside the stall, laughing. I don't know why we're being so goofy. This is obviously the new guy Poppa hired.
We peek out again and the man is walking up to the front door. The door opens before he gets there, and Momma and Poppa come out. They shake hands and talk for a minute. Momma goes back in the house, and Poppa leads the man toward the barn, pointing out things here and there, headed our way. We hurry up and finish shoveling up the last of the muck. Carson picks up the wheelbarrow and muscles it out of the stall, while I spread fresh straw all around.
"My boys are working in the stables," Poppa says as they come around the corner. "Carson. Truman. I want you to meet Monty McDowell, our hired hand for the summer."
Carson sets the wheelbarrow down and walks around it to shake Monty's outstretched hand. "I'm Carson. Nice to meet you, Mr. McDowell."
"Hello, Carson. Just call me Monty. No one calls me Mr. McDowell." Monty chuckles as he shakes Carson's hand. Then he turns toward me and he stops chuckling. The smile disappears from his face and a panicked expression replaces it.
Did I do something wrong? I stretch out my hand.
He tosses his head from side to side, as if he's trying to clear out a bad thought, then reaches carefully for my hand. We shake, quickly, and he drops my hand as soon as he can, leaving me once again feeling I've messed up somehow.
Dad notices the awkwardness between us. He glances at me and then Monty, frowns, and says, "Truman will be your helper for the summer. I'd like you to teach him as much as you can about training horses."
Monty swallows convulsively and nods. "Yes, sir."
Dad looks at me. I shrug and say, "I like working with horses, so I'm excited to learn whatever you can teach me." It's kind of like what I said to Mr. Jacoby at the beginning of the year the first day in math class. The other kids thought I was sucking up to Mr. Jacoby when I said it, which is probably true, but it made him smile to hear it. I hope Monty will feel the same and smile at me instead of frowning. I still can't figure out what I've done to upset him.
Monty looks around nervously and asks, "Where are the horses? I guess I should see the animals I'll be working with."
Poppa puts one hand on my shoulder and says, "Why don't you show Monty around? Take him down to the pasture first and let him look over the stock. Then show him the stables and the bunkhouse. When you're finished, bring him to the house. Momma should have lunch ready soon."
"Yes, Poppa," I reply. I lean my rake against the stable wall and start walking toward the back gate. "This way."
Monty turns to Carson and says, "Good to meet you, Carson. I'll enjoy working with all of you."
I guess that includes me, but somehow, I don't think so. I'm starting to feel broken again, and I don't know why.
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Monty and I are leaning on the fence. Actually, he's leaning. I'm standing on the bottom rail and leaning on the top one. That puts my head at the same height as Monty's. He's tall, a little taller than Carson, but not as muscular, which surprises me a little. I thought a guy who breaks horses would have to be a lot stronger, like Carson maybe, but Monty is tall and almost skinny. He does have muscles, from what I've seen sneaking peeks at his body, but not huge muscles like my brother.
Monty has dark, black hair. And sparkling green eyes. With a name like McDowell, I thought he'd be Scottish with red hair. At least he has the green eyes, so maybe his dad is Scottish and married a French lady or something. Who else has black hair? Oh, maybe it was a Russian. Maybe his dad is a spy like James Bond, and he met a brunette Russian spy lady while he was disabling nuclear warheads and they fell in love and had Monty. You see, I don't read just science fiction. I like spy stories too.
Monty interrupts my daydreaming by saying, "Good confirmation."
I frown in confusion. "Huh?" Yeah, it's not the most intelligent thing I've ever said.
He points at the horses. "Good stock. Does your father bring in outside studs for his mares?"
"Oh, ummm, yeah. Last year, he paid a guy to mate our mares. I mean, uhhh, he paid a guy to bring his horse to mate our mares. The guy didn't do it. His horse did." I know I'm turning bright red and I wish I could shut my mouth and never open it again.
Monty is having a hard time not laughing at me. Finally, he gives up and laughs out loud, shaking his head. He claps me on the shoulder and says, "You're a funny guy, Truman. You know that?"
I'm not trying to be funny, but I am glad about one thing. Whatever I did to upset Monty earlier, he seems better. Maybe we can get along now?
I smile and say, "Thanks." I hope it won't upset him, but now that we seem to be getting along okay, I have to know something, so I ask, "Monty, when we first met ... did I do something wrong?"
He looks at me, possibly scared, perhaps simply nervous. It's hard for me to tell. He looks away almost immediately and says, "No. You didn't do anything."
"Then ... why did you look at me so funny?"
"You noticed that, huh?"
"Yeah. I thought I upset you somehow."
He shakes his head quickly. "No. Nothing you did. Just, ummm, you reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago, and I was a little confused for a second."
"Who was it?"
Monty looks at me, this time with the saddest face I've ever seen. He tries to smile, but I can see it's a real struggle. "Can we talk about something else?" he asks.
"Sure." I don't want him to be sad or upset or angry at me. "What do you want to talk about?"
He looks back at the horses and is silent for a minute. Then he grins and asks, "Are you named after an uncle or something?"
"Oh, uhhh, no. I don't think so."
He frowns. "Truman's an unusual name. Don't think I've ever met anyone named Truman. Thought maybe you had an uncle or grandfather you were named after."
I shrug. "Momma and Poppa never told me why they decided on Truman."
"Maybe they just liked the president."
I think for a second, then realize he's talking about Harry S. Truman. He might be right. I'll have to ask my parents sometime, but now that I think about it, I'm glad they didn't name me Harry. I'd hate that. The kids would be saying crap like, `Harry isn't very hairy.' Ugh.
"Where'd you get your name?" I ask.
"Monty?"
"Yeah."
"Well," he explains, "It's just a nickname."
"Short for Montgomery?"
He frowns and asks, "What makes you say that?"
Uh oh. I hope I haven't messed up again. I stutter and reply, "Well, uhhh, Monty is usually short for Montgomery, and your last name is McDowell, so if your family came from Ireland or Scotland, Montgomery would be a popular name."
He thinks about that for a bit and smiles. "You're a smart kid, aren't you, Truman?"
I shrug and say nothing, so he continues. "No, it's not short for Montgomery. It's short for Montana. And before you ask, no, my name isn't Montana either. That's where I'm from, and I've always gone by Monty or Montana. I'm not telling you what my real name is." He grins, almost challenging me.
I take the bait. "What's your real name?"
"Didn't I just say I'm not telling you?" he asks, but I can tell he isn't mad. He's teasing me now.
I squint and say, "My middle name is Nathaniel. It makes me sound like a rich, stuck-up snob, so I never use it. How bad can your name be?"
He smirks and replies, "Bad. Very bad."
I punch his arm playfully. "Tell me."
He groans and grabs his shoulder, pretending I've hurt him. "Alright, just stop beating me up." He pauses dramatically and says, "Tristan. I was named after my great-uncle Tristan."
"So? What's wrong with Tristan."
"Nothing, I guess. Except sometimes girls are called Tristan. The other guys gave me a hard time about it, so it was easier to tell everyone my name is Montana. No one messes with a guy named Montana." He smiles at me, and I notice his eyes seem to sparkle even brighter when he smiles. Monty is very handsome.
"We'd better head back," I say. "Momma probably has lunch waiting for us. I'll finish showing you around the place after we eat."
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Monty is amazed by the good cooking. Momma giggles every time he compliments her on the food, especially her fresh, homemade bread. He says it's the best bread west of the Mississippi. He's right. Actually, the best in the Milky Way Galaxy, but I don't correct him. We're getting along a lot better now, and I don't want to mess it up.
After lunch, I show him around the house first, starting in the big front room with the fireplace, two couches, and Poppa's recliner that no one else is allowed to sit in, with the small table next to it where he keeps his pipe and the tobacco that smells so sweet when he smokes it. Next, I point out Momma's and Poppa's bedroom, just off the front room, but we don't go in there. Then we head up the stairs leading to our bedrooms and bathroom. I don't take him in Mattie's room, `cause I don't want to be slaughtered, but I do take him in my room. He looks around and nods, like it's what he'd expect for a teenage kid like me. I take him to the window and show him the greenhouse and garden down below and the honeysuckle vines climbing up next to my window. He takes a deep breath and smiles.
"I bet these smell great in the Summer when there's a fresh breeze blowing through your window."
How'd he know I like to keep my window open at night?
I nod and take him downstairs and out to the barn. I show him where we store everything. He notices the weight bench and asks if Carson works out.
"Actually. I do. Carson is helping me to build my muscles."
He looks at me kind of funny and says, "That's good. Working with the horses will do that too. You should be plenty strong at the end of the summer."
Hey, maybe Monty and Carson can both help me with my muscles. Two big brothers making me huge and strong. That would be great!
Monty has already seen the stables and pastures, so there's only one more place to show him. The bunkhouse. It's off to one side, separate from the main house. It's sparkling clean because Momma and Mattie gave it a fresh scrubbing just last week. There are four beds, two on each side, and a shower and toilet in the back.
Monty looks around and grins. "I guess I get my choice of beds," he says.
I point to one on the right. "I wouldn't use that one. It squeaks when you roll over."
"Oh? How do you know that?" he asks.
"Carson and I slept out here a few times. Just for fun. He chose that bed, and it was squeaking really loud until he finally stopped moving around." Suddenly, I realize why the bed was probably squeaking that night, and I turn bright red.
Monty presses his lips together and tries not to laugh. "I'll remember that," he says, tossing his hat on a bed on the left. Turning to me, he asks, "You wanna help me get my stuff out of my truck?"
I nod, walking quickly toward the door. I wish I could ask Carson if he was doing what I think he was doing that night when the bed was squeaking so loud, but it would be way too embarrassing. I rush out of the bunkhouse and trot over to Monty's pickup, hoping the chunkiness in my jeans goes down quickly. With my body pressed against the truck, I look in the back and see a couple of duffle bags and a few boxes, taped shut. I grab a box and try to lift it out, groaning. It's heavy.
Monty places a hand on my shoulder. "Hold up, big man. I'll get that." He lifts the box out, and even for him, it's a strain.
"Why is it so heavy?" I ask.
"Books, mostly."
"You like to read?"
"Sure do."
"What kind of books," I ask.
He shrugs. "I'll show you in a minute." He points at one of the duffle bags. "I think you can handle that. It's mostly clothes."
I can. The duffle bag isn't as heavy as the sacks of grain I have to lift during morning feedings. I lift it by the strap and swing it around to my back, then follow Monty to the bunkhouse.
He sets the box on the floor next the bed. I toss the duffle bag on top of the bed. We head out for another load.
This time, I grab a box. It isn't as big as the first one, so I think I can manage it. I can, barely. My arms are straining, but I want to impress Monty. I don't know why, exactly, but I want him to like me. To really like me. He grabs the last duffle bag and a small case from the cab of the pickup.
He leads the way back to the bunkhouse, and I think to myself that he must have strong legs. His jeans are tight, and I can see the way his calves and thighs stretch out the fabric. His legs aren't as big as Carsons, but they're a lot bigger than mine.
We're not talking about squeaking beds, but it happens again. My dick starts to get hard. I don't know why. It happens at strange times, and it could be because the box I'm carrying is rubbing against it. I can't seem to control my own cock these days, so I'll just to have to wait for it to go down.
We walk into the bunkhouse and Monty tosses everything he's carrying onto an empty bed, then turns toward me and reaches out to take the box from me. Oh, crap. I can't let him see my boner. I hold onto the box a little tighter. Monty gets a puzzled look on his face, slides his hand underneath the box, as if he's trying to help me out. Maybe he thinks it's too heavy and I'm starting to drop it? His fingers brush against my boner. SHIT! His eyes get a little wider. He mumbles, "Here. Ummm, I'll take this." Now he's blushing. He takes the box from me, turns around, and sets it down on the floor next to the other box.
I cover my boner with my hands and sit down as fast as I can on the squeaky bed.
This is just fantastic. I want Monty to like me. I want to make a good impression. And instead, I'm shoving my boner into his hand. Perfect!
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<p class="MsoTitle">BROKEN<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%">By Wes
Leigh <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">This is a work of fiction intended
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<h1>Chapter Four<o:p></o:p></h1>
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<p class="MsoNormal">I have the strangest day at school, stranger than any I've
ever had before.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It starts out with me sitting quietly at my desk. I don't
raise my hand to answer questions. I can't. My arms and shoulders are stiff and
sore. Mr. Jacoby and Mrs. Greenwich look at me like I have been visited by
body-snatchers in the night who replaced my body with a doppelganger. I still
know the answers, and I speak up when they call on me, but I'm not eager to
hold my hand in the air. It hurts too much!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The other kids whisper about me behind my back. Apparently,
I am being more weird than usual, and it doesn't take long for the whole school
to begin talking about it. I am standing at my locker, gritting my teeth as I
lift a heavy textbook out of my backpack, when I overhear two kids talking
around the corner. One tells the other that I threatened to break the legs of
the kid who sat next to me on the bus when he didn't move over fast enough to
let me sit down. I laugh to myself. That's a good one. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In PE, I can't throw the dodgeball at all. I'm normally
incompetent, but today I'm pathetic. Coach calls me over and demands an
explanation. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"My brother Carson is teaching me to lift weights," I
explain. "We worked on my arms and shoulders last night."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What did you do?" Coach asks, so I demonstrate each of the
routines Carson showed me, although it hurts to move my arms. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Coach asks how much weight I was using, how many repetitions
I did, and how long we worked out. I answer all his questions, and he nods
approvingly. "Carson knows what he's doing. Listen to him, and he'll get you in
shape in no time." And for the rest of the period, Coach excuses me from
dodgeball and has me doing light calisthenics instead. To loosen up my sore
muscles. When I finish, he sends me to the shower early, so I don't have to
endure the stares and jokes from my classmates. The hot water feels amazing!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">At lunch, I sit alone at a table in the cafeteria, eating my
extra sandwich. Thanks, Momma. Sitting alone isn't itself unusual, but what is
abnormal is how no one tries to knock over my milk, kick my chair, or make rude
noises behind my back. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson shows up when I'm finishing my lunch. "How's it been
going, Squirt?" he asks as he slides into his seat across the table from me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I swallow the delicious bite of pie I'm munching on. "Good."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Arms feeling better."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Nodding, I say, "Sore but I can move now. Coach had me do
calisthenics in PE instead of dodgeball."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson smiles and nods. "Nice."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Two more seniors from the football team set their food trays
on the table and sit next to me and Carson. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Heard Carson is teaching you to work out," one says as he
opens his milk carton.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod, too scared to talk.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The other puts his hand on my neck and squeezes gently. "<span class="SpellE">Gonna</span> get you in shape, little dude!"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I grimace. My neck is still sore.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh. Still hurting?" he asks, moving his hand away.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I smile and say, "A little. But it's getting better."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The first guy nods. "Pain is the price you pay, little brother.
It's <span class="SpellE">gonna</span> be worth it."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The bell rings, and I have to go, but I see all the other
eight graders staring at me. Their mouths are hanging open in shock because
I've been eating with three SENIORS who all play FOOTBALL! They must be
thinking, `What the ...! He really did get replaced with a doppelganger in the
night!'<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm thinking, `Thanks, Carson. Best big brother ever!'<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The rest of the day is a blur. I'm especially eager to get
free from the Black Hole We Call School, because tonight Carson is going to
help me work on my legs. I admit part of me is scared. I don't want my legs to
hurt as bad as my arms did all day today. But my stomach is also churning with
excitement, anticipating spending time with my brother and making my legs
stronger.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">School ends. The bus ride home takes far too long, even with
Toby sitting next to me. No naughty games today; just Toby's constant
chatterbox conversation all the way home. A few chores to do ... bringing animals
in for the night, giving them some food, tossing out grain for the chickens ...
then it's off to the barn where Carson tortures my legs for an hour. I love it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson must be backing off slightly, because when we finish,
my legs aren't quite as wobbly. While I'm taking my shower after the work out, Carson
explains what my core muscles are. Stomach and back mostly. He tells me those
will be our focus tomorrow, then we'll rest over the weekend and start over
again on Monday. He has a whole routine planned out for next week, and I can
tell he's excited to show me. I'm excited too, and I tell him, "Thanks, Carson,"
about a million times.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I even give him a hug when I get out of the shower. He
doesn't seem to mind that I'm wet and naked. He hugs me back, strips off his
underwear, and slides past me into the shower to take his turn.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I dry off, thinking, `Who knew that being tortured by your
brother could be so much fun?'<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hate working on my core.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stomach crunches. Leg lifts. Planks. And something weird
called a Turkish Get Up, where Carson has me holding a dumbbell up in the air
while I'm lying down, then stand to my feet, holding the dumbbell above my head
the entire time. After ten of those, I'm hurting again. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson thinks maybe my legs are the strongest muscles in my
body, probably because I'm very active helping out around the farm. My arms and
my core are the weakest parts, so we'll have to do more to get them in shape. And
that means more pain.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don't complain. I want this. I want to get stronger and
look like Carson. But I'm also glad it's the weekend and I get two days off. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson and I are finishing up in the stalls, mucking them
out, late on Saturday morning, when we hear a vehicle pulling up next to the
house. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To get to our house, you first drive down a lane that's
about a half mile long. Poppa planted alfalfa in the front acreage that runs
along the lane, and we harvest the alfalfa to feed the animals, selling any
extra we have to other farms to make a little money. Once you travel down the
lane past the alfalfa fields, you're at the house. There's a big looping drive
that goes all the way around the house, and a huge grassy yard in front and a
greenhouse and vegetable and herb gardens in back and trees all around the
house. The driveway circles everything, like a big looping road. There are lots
of places you can park, but you don't want to park under the trees because of
birds. Splat! The looping driveway around the house is extra wide so there's
plenty of room to maneuver tractors and harvesters and other massive farm
machinery. We park everything over next to the barn where there's a large
propane tank for fueling them up. Then you drive past the house to get to more alfalfa
fields, or you can go the other direction to get to the grass pastures farther
back. The barn itself is huge, with lots of room for storing baled hay and
sacks of grain and feed and gear and workout benches for making enormous
muscles, <span class="SpellE">haha</span>. Next to the barn are the stables where
we keep the animals at night. Past the stables are the pastures where the
animals eat during the day. That's pretty much it. Oh, I almost forgot. Just
beyond the pastures, the ground begins to slope down toward the river. We own
some land down there, next to the river and on the other side of it, so I guess
we own part of the river too. The ground is very sandy down there, so it's
great for growing melons and cantaloupes, but Poppa wants to try sowing <span class="SpellE">bermuda</span> grass there and see how well it grows with the
river flowing next to it. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So ... I was saying that Carson and I are in the stables,
mucking out the last stall, when we hear the crunching sound of tires rolling
slowly along in the gravel driveway that runs around our house. We peek out and
see an old, beat-up pickup coming to a stop. The driver's door opens, and a
young guy climbs out. He's dressed in blue jeans and a light blue shirt and a
black cowboy hat. He looks around in our direction, and Carson and I duck back
inside the stall, laughing. I don't know why we're being so goofy. This is
obviously the new guy Poppa hired.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We peek out again and the man is walking up to the front
door. The door opens before he gets there, and Momma and Poppa come out. They
shake hands and talk for a minute. Momma goes back in the house, and Poppa
leads the man toward the barn, pointing out things here and there, headed our
way. We hurry up and finish shoveling up the last of the muck. Carson picks up
the wheelbarrow and muscles it out of the stall, while I spread fresh straw all
around.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"My boys are working in the stables," Poppa says as they
come around the corner. "Carson. Truman. I want you to meet Monty McDowell, our
hired hand for the summer."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Carson sets the wheelbarrow down and walks around it to
shake Monty's outstretched hand. "I'm Carson. Nice to meet you, Mr. McDowell."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Hello, Carson. Just call me Monty. No one calls me Mr. McDowell."
Monty chuckles as he shakes Carson's hand. Then he turns toward me and he stops
chuckling. The smile disappears from his face and a panicked expression replaces
it.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Did I do something wrong? I stretch out my hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He tosses his head from side to side, as if he's trying to
clear out a bad thought, then reaches carefully for my hand. We shake, quickly,
and he drops my hand as soon as he can, leaving me once again feeling I've messed
up somehow.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dad notices the awkwardness between us. He glances at me and
then Monty, frowns, and says, "Truman will be your helper for the summer. I'd
like you to teach him as much as you can about training horses."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty swallows convulsively and nods. "Yes, sir."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dad looks at me. I shrug and say, "I like working with
horses, so I'm excited to learn whatever you can teach me." It's kind of like
what I said to Mr. Jacoby at the beginning of the year the first day in math
class. The other kids thought I was sucking up to Mr. Jacoby when I said it,
which is probably true, but it made him smile to hear it. I hope Monty will
feel the same and smile at me instead of frowning. I still can't figure out
what I've done to upset him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty looks around nervously and asks, "Where are the
horses? I guess I should see the animals I'll be working with."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Poppa puts one hand on my shoulder and says, "Why don't you
show Monty around? Take him down to the pasture first and let him look over the
stock. Then show him the stables and the bunkhouse. When you're finished, bring
him to the house. Momma should have lunch ready soon."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yes, Poppa," I reply. I lean my rake against the stable
wall and start walking toward the back gate. "This way."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty turns to Carson and says, "Good to meet you, Carson. I'll
enjoy working with all of you."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I guess that includes me, but somehow, I don't think so. I'm
starting to feel broken again, and I don't know why.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty and I are leaning on the fence. Actually, he's
leaning. I'm standing on the bottom rail and leaning on the top one. That puts
my head at the same height as Monty's. He's tall, a little taller than Carson,
but not as muscular, which surprises me a little. I thought a guy who breaks
horses would have to be a lot stronger, like Carson maybe, but Monty is tall
and almost skinny. He does have muscles, from what I've seen sneaking peeks at
his body, but not huge muscles like my brother.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty has dark, black hair. And sparkling green eyes. With a
name like McDowell, I thought he'd be Scottish with red hair. At least he has
the green eyes, so maybe his dad is Scottish and married a French lady or
something. Who else has black hair? Oh, maybe it was a Russian. Maybe his dad
is a spy like James Bond, and he met a brunette Russian spy lady while he was
disabling nuclear warheads and they fell in love and had Monty. You see, I
don't read just science fiction. I like spy stories too.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty interrupts my daydreaming by saying, "Good
confirmation." <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I frown in confusion. "Huh?" Yeah, it's not the most
intelligent thing I've ever said.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He points at the horses. "Good stock. Does your father bring
in outside studs for his mares?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, yeah. Last year, he
paid a guy to mate our mares. I mean, <span class="SpellE">uhhh</span>, he paid a
guy to bring his horse to mate our mares. The guy didn't do it. His horse did."
I know I'm turning bright red and I wish I could shut my mouth and never open
it again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is having a hard time not laughing at me. Finally, he
gives up and laughs out loud, shaking his head. He claps me on the shoulder and
says, "You're a funny guy, Truman. You know that?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I'm not trying to be funny, but I am glad about one thing. Whatever
I did to upset Monty earlier, he seems better. Maybe we can get along now?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I smile and say, "Thanks." I hope it won't upset him, but
now that we seem to be getting along okay, I have to know something, so I ask,
"Monty, when we first met ... did I do something wrong?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He looks at me, possibly scared, perhaps simply nervous. It's
hard for me to tell. He looks away almost immediately and says, "No. You didn't
do anything."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Then ... why did you look at me so funny?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You noticed that, huh?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah. I thought I upset you somehow."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He shakes his head quickly. "No. Nothing you did. Just, <span class="SpellE">ummm</span>, you reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago,
and I was a little confused for a second."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Who was it?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty looks at me, this time with the saddest face I've ever
seen. He tries to smile, but I can see it's a real struggle. "Can we talk about
something else?" he asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Sure." I don't want him to be sad or upset or angry at me. "What
do you want to talk about?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He looks back at the horses and is silent for a minute. Then
he grins and asks, "Are you named after an uncle or something?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh, <span class="SpellE">uhhh</span>, no. I don't think so."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He frowns. "Truman's an unusual name. Don't think I've ever
met anyone named Truman. Thought maybe you had an uncle or grandfather you were
named after."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shrug. "Momma and Poppa never told me why they decided on Truman."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Maybe they just liked the president."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think for a second, then realize he's talking about Harry
S. Truman. He might be right. I'll have to ask my parents sometime, but now
that I think about it, I'm glad they didn't name me Harry. I'd hate that. The
kids would be saying crap like, `Harry isn't very hairy.' Ugh.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Where'd you get your name?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Monty?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Yeah."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Well," he explains, "It's just a nickname."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Short for Montgomery?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He frowns and asks, "What makes you say that?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Uh oh. I hope I haven't messed up again. I stutter and
reply, "Well, <span class="SpellE">uhhh</span>, Monty is usually short for
Montgomery, and your last name is McDowell, so if your family came from Ireland
or Scotland, Montgomery would be a popular name."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He thinks about that for a bit and smiles. "You're a smart
kid, aren't you, Truman?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shrug and say nothing, so he continues. "No, it's not
short for Montgomery. It's short for Montana. And before you ask, no, my name
isn't Montana either. That's where I'm from, and I've always gone by Monty or
Montana. I'm not telling you what my real name is." He grins, almost challenging
me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I take the bait. "What's your real name?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Didn't I just say I'm not telling you?" he asks, but I can
tell he isn't mad. He's teasing me now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I squint and say, "My middle name is Nathaniel. It makes me
sound like a rich, stuck-up snob, so I never use it. How bad can your name be?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He smirks and replies, "Bad. Very bad."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I punch his arm playfully. "Tell me."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He groans and grabs his shoulder, pretending I've hurt him. "Alright,
just stop beating me up." He pauses dramatically and says, "Tristan. I was
named after my great-uncle Tristan."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"So? What's wrong with Tristan."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Nothing, I guess. Except sometimes girls are called
Tristan. The other guys gave me a hard time about it, so it was easier to tell
everyone my name is Montana. No one messes with a guy named Montana." He smiles
at me, and I notice his eyes seem to sparkle even brighter when he smiles. Monty
is very handsome.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"We'd better head back," I say. "Momma probably has lunch
waiting for us. I'll finish showing you around the place after we eat."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>͠<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>͠<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty is amazed by the good cooking. Momma giggles every
time he compliments her on the food, especially her fresh, homemade bread. He
says it's the best bread west of the Mississippi. He's right. Actually, the
best in the Milky Way Galaxy, but I don't correct him. We're getting along a
lot better now, and I don't want to mess it up.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After lunch, I show him around the house first, starting in
the big front room with the fireplace, two couches, and Poppa's recliner that
no one else is allowed to sit in, with the small table next to it where he
keeps his pipe and the tobacco that smells so sweet when he smokes it. Next, I
point out Momma's and Poppa's bedroom, just off the front room, but we don't go
in there. Then we head up the stairs leading to our bedrooms and bathroom. I
don't take him in Mattie's room, <span class="SpellE">`<span class="GramE">cause</span></span>
I don't want to be slaughtered, but I do take him in my room. He looks around
and nods, like it's what he'd expect for a teenage kid like me. I take him to
the window and show him the greenhouse and garden down below and the
honeysuckle vines climbing up next to my window. He takes a deep breath and
smiles. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I bet <span class="GramE">these smell</span> great in the Summer
when there's a fresh breeze blowing through your window."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">How'd he <span class="GramE">know</span> I like to keep my
window open at night?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod and take him downstairs and out to the barn. I show
him where we store everything. He notices the weight bench and asks if Carson
works out.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Actually. I do. Carson is helping me to build my muscles."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He looks at me kind of funny and says, "That's good. Working
with the horses will do that too. You should be plenty strong at the end of the
summer."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hey, maybe Monty and Carson can both help me with my
muscles. Two big brothers making me huge and strong. That would be great!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty has already seen the stables and pastures, so there's
only one more place to show him. The bunkhouse. It's off to one side, separate
from the main house. It's sparkling clean because Momma and Mattie gave it a
fresh scrubbing just last week. There are four beds, two on each side, and a
shower and toilet in the back. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty looks around and grins. "I guess I get my choice of
beds," he says. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I point to one on the right. "I wouldn't use that one. It
squeaks when you roll over."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Oh? How do you know that?" he asks.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Carson and I slept out here a few times. Just for fun. He
chose that bed, and it was squeaking really loud until he finally stopped
moving around." Suddenly, I realize why the bed was probably squeaking that
night, and I turn bright red. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty presses his lips together and tries not to laugh. "I'll
remember that," he says, tossing his hat on a bed on the left. Turning to me,
he asks, "You <span class="SpellE">wanna</span> help me get my stuff out of my
truck?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I nod, walking quickly toward the door. I wish I could ask
Carson if he was doing what I think he was doing that night when the bed was
squeaking so loud, but it would be way too embarrassing. I rush out of the
bunkhouse and trot over to Monty's pickup, hoping the chunkiness in my jeans
goes down quickly. With my body pressed against the truck, I look in the back
and see a couple of duffle bags and a few boxes, taped shut. I grab a box and
try to lift it out, groaning. It's heavy.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Monty places a hand on my shoulder. "Hold up, big man. I'll
get that." He lifts the box out, and even for him, it's a strain. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Why is it so heavy?" I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Books, mostly."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"You like to read?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"Sure do."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"What kind of books," I ask.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He shrugs. "I'll show you in a minute." He points at one of
the duffle bags. "I think you can handle that. It's mostly clothes."<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can. The duffle bag isn't as heavy as the sacks of grain I
have to lift during morning feedings. I lift it by the strap and swing it
around to my back, then follow Monty to the bunkhouse. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He sets the box on the floor next the bed. I toss the duffle
bag on top of the bed. We head out for another load.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This time, I grab a box. It isn't as big as the first one,
so I think I can manage it. I can, barely. My arms are straining, but I want to
impress Monty. I don't know why, exactly, but I want him to like me. To <b><i>really</i></b>
like me. He grabs the last duffle bag and a small case from the cab of the
pickup.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He leads the way back to the bunkhouse, and I think to
myself that he must have strong legs. His jeans are tight, and I can see the
way his calves and thighs stretch out the fabric. His legs aren't as big as
Carsons, but they're a lot bigger than mine. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We're not talking about squeaking beds, but it happens
again. My dick starts to get hard. I don't know why. It happens at strange
times, and it could be because the box I'm carrying is rubbing against it. I
can't seem to control my own cock these days, so I'll just to have to wait for
it to go down.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We walk into the bunkhouse and Monty tosses everything he's
carrying onto an empty bed, then turns toward me and reaches out to take the
box from me. Oh, crap. I can't let him see my boner. I hold onto the box a
little tighter. Monty gets a puzzled look on his face, slides his hand
underneath the box, as if he's trying to help me out. Maybe he thinks it's too
heavy and I'm starting to drop it? His fingers brush against my boner. SHIT! His
eyes get a little wider. He mumbles, "Here. <span class="SpellE">Ummm</span>,
I'll take this." Now <b><i>he</i></b>'s blushing. He takes the box from me,
turns around, and sets it down on the floor next to the other box.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I cover my boner with my hands and sit down as fast as I can
on the squeaky bed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This is just fantastic. I want Monty to like me. I want to
make a good impression. And instead, I'm shoving my boner into his hand. Perfect!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis">The end of BROKEN, Chapter Four<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity-3 | Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2019 17:38:58 +0000 From: Corey Bennett Subject: Summer of the Celebrity, part 3, incest/celebrity Summer of the Celebrity, part 3 Continuing the summer of cousins Frankie and TJ and the celebrity they would soon meet. You all know the warnings... "You Fucker"...was what I heard as the screen door slammed behind me. I ran up the stairs to our room... I could hear TJ following me up the stairs. I entered the room just a head of TJ, heading towards my bed. Just as I reached the side of my room, I heard and felt TJ snap his towel in revenge. Instead of hitting my not so fleshy ass, the towel landed on my lower back, at the base of my spine. I screamed in true pain and fell face down on my bed. My hands reaching back to rub the stinging red mark. He whispered my name a few times to see if I was ok. I was truly crying form the pain and he sat on the edge of my bed his hand covering mine as I rubbed the mark he created. He kept saying he as sorry as I slowly turned to face him. He had been rubbing his hand up and down my spine and in truth I was enjoying the touch of his hand on my body. Smiling at him, I told him it wasn't as bad as I was making out and the again called me a name and gave my ass a smack as he got up from the bed. He just stood looking at me and I got up out of my bed and stood facing him. Neither of us said anything as I slowly reached out and ran my fingers down his chest. He watched my hand move done his body and then up along his left side. He then began doing the same to me. Buds. Bros, best friends and now soon so much more, now with both hands fingers exploring our upper bodies. We remained silent except for our breathing. The feeling of his fingers rubbing my skin made my teen cock begin to grow now achingly hard again. His was matching mine for pointing to the heavens in the throbbing hard we would both get at that time. I moved closer to him and we began rubbing our hard bones together as our hands rubbed now around each other's shoulder and back. We were both begging to leak prejudice as our cocks fought hard against hard, pressing our bodies together. My Hands were now rubbing and massaging his firm fleshed 14yo jock boy ass cheeks. He started to match my actions on tight teen by flat ass. I didn't know if he was intentionally searching for my tight boihole but he was hitting it repeatedly and I was soon moving my ass to guide him towards that goal. I couldn't help myself as I brought my lips to his body and kissed the side of his neck. I was now also feeling his intent as the tip of his finger was now pushing at my tight ring and the slowly working into me. I guess I winced a little at the dry finger being forced into me and he stopped. I thought we might be breaking the moment so began to move my mouth lower and kissed down his chest. I heard him whisper my name and ask what was I doing. What I was doing was moving to get on my knees in front of what I thought was the sexiest thing in my life. My hands went straight to his hard teen cock and I guided it to my waiting mouth I licked the wet drop of boyjuice on his cock slit and then took half of his cock into my mouth beginning the first true blow job I would soon be giving the cock on a regular basis. I was no expert (yet) but in short order I was soon being treated to his full load of cousin cum I greedily swallowed. My hand was still tightly wrapped about the base of his 5" and I licked and sucked the last drops from the cock head. I circled my tongue around the head several times, loving the taste of his cum and cock. I looked up into his face and he said, Frankie you did it again, swallowed my stuff. I stood up in front of him, seeing his sexy smiling face an he asked so what did I like better now, his cock or as he began to turn around, his perfectly sculpted ass? Once again he pushed that amazing bubble butt in my direction and gave it a good firm squeeze. He turned around again and gave me a quick shove in the chest making me fall back onto my bed. My still semi hard cock flopped up onto my small thin patch of pubes as I landed on the bed. TJ got on his knees in front of me and quietly said...guess it is my turn. His hand wrapped around my stiffening cock and slowly he was stroking me harder. He leaned in over me and I could soon feel his warm breath on my cock and balls. As he moved closer I spread my legs, which was giving him perfect access my now hard teen cock. I gasped and my cock twitched when I felt his warm lips slide over the tip of my bone for the very first time. TJ my jock bro/cuz was giving me, or well attempting to suck my cock. I think at that moment I fell even more in love/lust with him. It was an amazing few minutes of feeling him take more and more of my cock into his mouth and slowly sliding it in and out and soon I knew I was going to blast my jizz load. I was trying to warn him and said to him Teeje... as the first shot hit and I went off in his mouth. I felt him react and begin to swallow what I fed him. After taking most of the volley of cum I shot, he pulled off my cock and moved up onto the bed next to me breathing heavily and just staring at the ceiling. I didn't move as he stayed next to me. I was afraid he might be feeling about what he /we just did. I turned and lifted up looking at TJ. He seemed to be smiling, so I thought he wasn't too freaked out. I out my hand on his chest, feeling the muscles of his pecs. He had become so well defined this last year, and I loved the warmth of his smooth skin. He turned and looked at me and I couldn't resist it and leaned in and kissed him. He responded by accepting my kiss and we shared a most special moment tasting each other for the first time. We got into a hot a heavy make out session and I loved it. TJ was an amazing kisser. Our hands were all over each other and when I felt him again exploring in my ass crack, I did the same to him. Since I was into finger-fucking myself, I thought I would give him a little bit of advise how to make it better. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my spit over his ass ring. He did the same. I sucked on my middle finger and then stated to rub it right over his tight boyring. He did the same and almost at the same time we both started pushing and entering each other. We were on our sides, facing each other, to be able to reach around we were pushed tightly together and our hard cocks were wedged between us, rubbing and grinding together. The sensations were out of this world for me and I think from his moaning, the same for TJ. This action brought TJ to the third orgasm of the night, soon followed by my own. We got up off the bed and grabbed the towel TJ had used earlier and wiped the mixed cum off eachother and he said " let's swim again". We ran down the stairs an out of the house, again two naked teen boys enjoying the freedom of being alone. We got neat the ake and TJ suggested we go over and swim at " the Boy's" house. (the older gay couple, neighbors to my grandparents) I was game and we made the nude-dash to their place. We reached the dock and both diving the clear dark lake water. Thinking we had no reason to be quiet, we knew the owners were on the same trip to Boston as our grand's, we did not hold back with some teen-boy whooping and hollering. TJ loved doing back flips off the dock and we were soon judging and scoring each other in a back flip competition. After a good 30 -45 minutes we were both ready to stretch out on the deck, enjoying the warm summer night, bathed in the moon glow. After a few minutes of just listening to each other breathing, I broke the silence and said- TJ, I'm gay and... I know this is all kinda weird but ... He reacted with a very typical... uuuhh yeah I think I got the idea. It didn't seem like we needed to go any further with this conversation and we again laid there in mutual silence. I wanted to taste him again... I was hoping he was receptive to the idea after my admission of a few minutes earlier. It turned out he was... and I proceeded to give my sexy hot cousins cock and tongue bath and blow- job. He rewarded me with a small amount of hot teenboy jizz. It was his fourth in a matter of the last few hours and I thought I might have sucked him dry, literally. We rested a few minutes and then Tj looked at me and said he was thirsty saying he would kill for a Coke. I lighted and agreed. We knew were the guys hid a key and where everything was located in the house since we both regularly did chores for them. I told him I would go find us something, thinking, they would never mind even if they ever knew we had been there. More to come. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2019 17:38:58 +0000
From: Corey Bennett <[email protected]>
Subject: Summer of the Celebrity, part 3, incest/celebrity
Summer of the Celebrity, part 3
Continuing the summer of cousins Frankie and TJ and the celebrity they
would soon meet.
You all know the warnings...
"You Fucker"...was what I heard as the screen door slammed behind me. I ran
up the stairs to our room...
I could hear TJ following me up the stairs. I entered the room just a head
of TJ, heading towards my bed. Just as I reached the side of my room, I
heard and felt TJ snap his towel in revenge. Instead of hitting my not so
fleshy ass, the towel landed on my lower back, at the base of my spine. I
screamed in true pain and fell face down on my bed. My hands reaching back
to rub the stinging red mark. He whispered my name a few times to see if I
was ok. I was truly crying form the pain and he sat on the edge of my bed
his hand covering mine as I rubbed the mark he created. He kept saying he
as sorry as I slowly turned to face him. He had been rubbing his hand up
and down my spine and in truth I was enjoying the touch of his hand on my
body.
Smiling at him, I told him it wasn't as bad as I was making out and the
again called me a name and gave my ass a smack as he got up from the
bed. He just stood looking at me and I got up out of my bed and stood
facing him. Neither of us said anything as I slowly reached out and ran my
fingers down his chest. He watched my hand move done his body and then up
along his left side. He then began doing the same to me. Buds. Bros, best
friends and now soon so much more, now with both hands fingers exploring
our upper bodies. We remained silent except for our breathing.
The feeling of his fingers rubbing my skin made my teen cock begin to grow
now achingly hard again. His was matching mine for pointing to the heavens
in the throbbing hard we would both get at that time. I moved closer to him
and we began rubbing our hard bones together as our hands rubbed now around
each other's shoulder and back. We were both begging to leak prejudice as
our cocks fought hard against hard, pressing our bodies together. My Hands
were now rubbing and massaging his firm fleshed 14yo jock boy ass
cheeks. He started to match my actions on tight teen by flat ass. I didn't
know if he was intentionally searching for my tight boihole but he was
hitting it repeatedly and I was soon moving my ass to guide him towards
that goal.
I couldn't help myself as I brought my lips to his body and kissed the side
of his neck. I was now also feeling his intent as the tip of his finger was
now pushing at my tight ring and the slowly working into me. I guess I
winced a little at the dry finger being forced into me and he stopped. I
thought we might be breaking the moment so began to move my mouth lower and
kissed down his chest. I heard him whisper my name and ask what was I
doing.
What I was doing was moving to get on my knees in front of what I thought
was the sexiest thing in my life. My hands went straight to his hard teen
cock and I guided it to my waiting mouth I licked the wet drop of boyjuice
on his cock slit and then took half of his cock into my mouth beginning the
first true blow job I would soon be giving the cock on a regular basis. I
was no expert (yet) but in short order I was soon being treated to his full
load of cousin cum I greedily swallowed. My hand was still tightly wrapped
about the base of his 5" and I licked and sucked the last drops from the
cock head. I circled my tongue around the head several times, loving the
taste of his cum and cock. I looked up into his face and he said, Frankie
you did it again, swallowed my stuff.
I stood up in front of him, seeing his sexy smiling face an he asked so
what did I like better now, his cock or as he began to turn around, his
perfectly sculpted ass? Once again he pushed that amazing bubble butt in my
direction and gave it a good firm squeeze. He turned around again and gave
me a quick shove in the chest making me fall back onto my bed. My still
semi hard cock flopped up onto my small thin patch of pubes as I landed on
the bed. TJ got on his knees in front of me and quietly said...guess it is
my turn. His hand wrapped around my stiffening cock and slowly he was
stroking me harder. He leaned in over me and I could soon feel his warm
breath on my cock and balls. As he moved closer I spread my legs, which was
giving him perfect access my now hard teen cock.
I gasped and my cock twitched when I felt his warm lips slide over the tip
of my bone for the very first time. TJ my jock bro/cuz was giving me, or
well attempting to suck my cock. I think at that moment I fell even more in
love/lust with him.
It was an amazing few minutes of feeling him take more and more of my cock
into his mouth and slowly sliding it in and out and soon I knew I was going
to blast my jizz load. I was trying to warn him and said to him Teeje... as
the first shot hit and I went off in his mouth. I felt him react and begin
to swallow what I fed him.
After taking most of the volley of cum I shot, he pulled off my cock and
moved up onto the bed next to me breathing heavily and just staring at the
ceiling. I didn't move as he stayed next to me. I was afraid he might be
feeling about what he /we just did.
I turned and lifted up looking at TJ. He seemed to be smiling, so I thought
he wasn't too freaked out. I out my hand on his chest, feeling the muscles
of his pecs. He had become so well defined this last year, and I loved the
warmth of his smooth skin. He turned and looked at me and I couldn't
resist it and leaned in and kissed him. He responded by accepting my kiss
and we shared a most special moment tasting each other for the first
time. We got into a hot a heavy make out session and I loved it. TJ was an
amazing kisser. Our hands were all over each other and when I felt him
again exploring in my ass crack, I did the same to him.
Since I was into finger-fucking myself, I thought I would give him a little
bit of advise how to make it better. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my
spit over his ass ring. He did the same. I sucked on my middle finger and
then stated to rub it right over his tight boyring. He did the same and
almost at the same time we both started pushing and entering each other.
We were on our sides, facing each other, to be able to reach around we were
pushed tightly together and our hard cocks were wedged between us, rubbing
and grinding together. The sensations were out of this world for me and I
think from his moaning, the same for TJ. This action brought TJ to the
third orgasm of the night, soon followed by my own.
We got up off the bed and grabbed the towel TJ had used earlier and wiped
the mixed cum off eachother and he said " let's swim again". We ran down
the stairs an out of the house, again two naked teen boys enjoying the
freedom of being alone. We got neat the ake and TJ suggested we go over
and swim at " the Boy's" house. (the older gay couple, neighbors to my
grandparents) I was game and we made the nude-dash to their place.
We reached the dock and both diving the clear dark lake water. Thinking we
had no reason to be quiet, we knew the owners were on the same trip to
Boston as our grand's, we did not hold back with some teen-boy whooping and
hollering.
TJ loved doing back flips off the dock and we were soon judging and scoring
each other in a back flip competition. After a good 30 -45 minutes we were
both ready to stretch out on the deck, enjoying the warm summer night,
bathed in the moon glow. After a few minutes of just listening to each
other breathing, I broke the silence and said- TJ, I'm gay and... I know
this is all kinda weird but ...
He reacted with a very typical... uuuhh yeah I think I got the idea.
It didn't seem like we needed to go any further with this conversation and
we again laid there in mutual silence. I wanted to taste him again... I was
hoping he was receptive to the idea after my admission of a few minutes
earlier. It turned out he was... and I proceeded to give my sexy hot
cousins cock and tongue bath and blow- job. He rewarded me with a small
amount of hot teenboy jizz. It was his fourth in a matter of the last few
hours and I thought I might have sucked him dry, literally.
We rested a few minutes and then Tj looked at me and said he was thirsty
saying he would kill for a Coke. I lighted and agreed. We knew were the
guys hid a key and where everything was located in the house since we both
regularly did chores for them. I told him I would go find us something,
thinking, they would never mind even if they ever knew we had been there.
More to come.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity/summer-of-the-celebrity-1-2 | Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2019 16:24:21 +0000 From: Corey Bennett Subject: Summer of the Celebrity, parts 1 & 2- incest, celebrity "Summer of the Celebrity." Part I Don't read this story if you don't think you should. It is told from the point of view of the main character, which happens to be my uncle. He told me about this and has allowed me to share it. Do not forget to donate to Nifty.org: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Your comments are welcome especially since it might encourage me to write more...or never again. I came into my teens in the early 1970's, and for me the summers were spent living with my grandparents along with my cousin TJ, at lakeside summer community in Maine. Think "On Golden Pond" and you get an idea of what it was like. While much of this is about my relationship with TJ, it also has to do with us meeting and spending time with a celebrity, a one-time pop idol/TV actor. I was 14 soon 15 a little cocky and self-assured, tall, for my age with now almost shoulder length hair � thoughts of being in a rock band. The sight of that hair bugged the hell out of my granddad but my mid July that summer, he stopped asking if I wanted to look like a girl and I guess had gotten used it. TJ- "Teeje" had turned 14 a few months ago and was my "little bro, summer-bud" nearly all our lives. He was far more of a jock compared to my more musically inclined, artist nature. In many ways he was always my Gramp's boy and I was the apple of Gran's eye. Our winters apart could not have been more different (not really that connected to this story) but our summers on the lake were the best of times. We both were devoted to spending as much time on the lake, in the water, swimming, on Gramp's power boat- the Katie II, which we were finally allowed to pilot on our own. As I mentioned I was tall, almost 5' 9", slim build while Teeje this summer had developed into a real muscle jock. He was playing football and had gotten into really working on his muscle build, he already had a well defined 6-pack that he like showing off. Yes, I already knew I was more interested in guys, and his transition over the last year or so from slightly rounded boy to beginning -buff teen did not go unnoticed. We had few secrets from each other. Over the years we spent these summer days together we were swimming about 99% of the time, more than a few times we saw each other fully naked. That summer my usual look was a pair of short cut-offs, well frayed and TJ a pair of the shorty gym/running shorts worn in those days, his school issue. Muscle t-shirt if anything along with high-top sneakers completed the look. It meant we could jump in the lake anytime we wanted and still jump on a bike and head to any of our favorite spots to swim when ever we wanted. This was also the summer I discovered "free-balling" and soon had Teeje following suit, more on that later. We both sported well tanned bodies and now I especially liked seeing the white mounds of his now well shaped ass cheeks, highlighted above and below by his tan line. I made sure he saw the same from me as often as possible, again more on that to come. The lake community consisted of summer homes of local people and like us "people from away". One of the nearby homes was also one of the largest and was owned by the "California Guys" as it was know. They were up until now to me, two "old men" but I knew from my grandparents they were connected to both the art world and also to movies. On was a very successful painter- Jose and the other had a career in set-design in TV and films- Albert. It was well known that the occasional celebrity was a houseguest there. More often they had one or more very handsome younger men visiting which I would only now begun to understand what that might have indicated. My Grand's were "cocktail friends" with them and I can remember whispered comments when I was younger when they would return from a visit to the Caliguys that my Gran would just smile and say it was nothing for me to be concerned about. One thing that did happen from time to time in those summers was for either TJ or me or both of us to be "hired" by the Calguys to do very minor chores. It usually meant we were helping their housekeeper Janet get the house ready before they arrived for the summer but sometimes it was helping Jose or Albert directly. I'll be very clear neither ever made any advance or an appropriate gesture to either of us but yes, they were a gay couple. They were really like old favorite uncles to us and we always went home with more than enough spending money for the week just by doing something as simple as unpack art supplies from the car for Jose. One of the other perks to work for them was to get to swim from their edge of the lake and the dock they used for their boat the "Dorothy". It was one of the twin pontoon party cruisers and while it was not a sporty at Gramp's and we both got chance to pilot it a number of times this summer. On thing we understood was if they had guests we were asked not to intrude on their privacy but otherwise we were free to use this area at our pleasure whether they were home or not. I especially like stretching out on the long dock and slipping off my cut offs allowing the sun to warm my entire body. I only ever did this when I thought I was completely alone. It was also a time I could indulge in that activity every boy discovers and slowly stroke my hard young teen cock to a glorious orgasm. On my back on the warm boards of the dock, I would run my fingers up and down my slim tight body, I learn how pinching and teasing my nipples brought tingling through my body and to my proud hard 5" cut cock. When hard it had a curve upwards and I loved feeling it tap against my tight swimmer abs when it grew achingly hard, as it did seem to do freely this summer. It happened often when I had the frequent opportunity to see TJ's naked body, his developing jock muscles his, his mop of curly brown hair, the matching tuft that crowned the base of thick looking cock and that high tight ball sac that looked bigger than mine this year. His cock rested on top of that boy-bag and I felt like it was looking at me every time I got a good view of it. Since we had been like brothers every summer of our life we had little modesty issues on front of each other and as I had become more aware of my desire for boy flesh, I took every chance to get as much time seeing his hot boy bod as I could. I was coming to the realization I was having very different thought about my cousin this summer. One other thing we discovered about each other was the desire to jerk off. Odd for teen boys right...? The bedroom we shared was really the converted attic of the camp. It was one large open space the stretched the length of the building so we had our own "space" at opposite ends of the room, a distance of some 20 feet. When we were younger we shared a big double bed but in recent years the Gran's had added a second so we could both stretch out be more comfortable. This space also got used when other family members would come to visit and we would move outside to a tent and have a boy's camp out. So one night, early that summer I heard some noises coming from Teeje's side of the room when he must have thought I was sound asleep. First it was rustling and moving in his bed then I cold hear his breathing begin to get heavier and then a slick sliding sound I knew was his hand rapidly stroking his cousin-cock. I could hear hi speed up then sigh and the stroking sound would slow down and then speed up again. You can imagine my thin boy spike was aching hard on seconds at the thought of him with his hard cock in his hand. I licked the palm of my had to cover cock with spit and started to match his stroking as I kicked of my covers. I heard him stop when he must have heard my actions but he soon resumed when it was clear I intended to get off to match his efforts. I was soon shooting my boy-squirts over my chest at I hit an orgasm that must have sent him off and I heard grunts of pleasure coming from across the room. I had also discovered I like licking myself clean post cum, I loved the taste of the drops of pre I would leak in the beginnings and licking my fingers clean, wiping it off my chest and since I was pretty slim I had learned I could flip my body over and even shoot shots of cum into my mouth. What made this night even more exciting, as I was savoring the salty/sweet taste of my own production, I heard what seemed to be the same action coming from TJ's bed. The thought of him eating his own cum made my spent cock twitch. We didn't' talk to each other afterward, nor did we mention it the next day. He seemed a little distant and I didn't want know what I wanted to say to him so we kind of spent the time apart that day. I new the Caliguys were not home so I spent a good alone session swimming and then sunning my self on their dock and I think Teeje spent the afternoon with one of the local kids we knew that also summered on the lake. After my swim, I was stretched out on the dock, and thought about the night before. I slowly unzipped my cut off which I was wearing, free-ball and slipped my hand in over my wet cock. Pulling it up, I licked my thumb and started rubbing over the piss slit. I was soon full hard and I pushed my cut offs down further lifting slim ass off the dock and slide them off. I started to imagine Teeje naked in his bed, rubbing his hands over his muscleteenboy body. I knew I wanted to do the same thing. I thought about his curly hair, that on hi head and that small tight curly patch of pubes, which actually looked like more than I had. I wondered how big his cock got when hard. Mine was about 3" when soft and hung down but his pointer looked smaller but thicker and I had not seen it hard since we were quite a bit younger and in those days of morning boy-piss boners then did nothing more then make us giggle at each other until we ran to the bathroom for the relief. On my back, in the sun, I had my knees bent up and my feet flat on the deck boards and I lifted my as I rubbed my hands over my sun warmed wet body. My hard 14yo cock hard, tight against my abs. I cold run my hands over my clenched ass cheeks and I allowed my fingertips to slide in between those small mounds and began to rub over my tight pink puckered ass ring. I had discovered the pleasure of playing with my tight ass hole but to this time had only rubbed and teased it. I relaxed back down on the deck and brought my hand to my mouth and sucked on my middle finger. I lifted my right leg and pulled it towards my chest and reached my left hand down over rubbing over my tight balls and then rubbed my wet finger around my ass hole. I then pushed my middle finger passed the opening of my boy pussy, as I would soon begin to consider it, inside the warmth of my ass for the first time. I began to work my longest finger in and out of my hole until I hit the spot inside that I knew was my prostate. Freshman boy's health class was quite informative this year. I saw stars and experienced a sensation I had never felt before. I pinched my right nipple as I pushed my finger in and out slowly. I saw a big drop of clear sticky boy-juice ooze from the slit of my cock. It pooled just below my navel and I wiped and licked it from my fingertip. It felt so good that I pulled the one finger out and bringing my fingers to my mouth, sucked on my middle and index fingers realizing as I did I was tasting the essence of my boy-tang and getting yet another new experience in my developing sexuality. I pressed my two fingers against my hole and I slowly stretched the opening until both my index and middle fingers were inside. I indulged this incredible new sensation until I felt more precum oozing from the slit of my own boy-bone. I was soon fast and furiously finger-fucking myself to an intense orgasm I never knew could happen. When I finally shot my blast of cum over my chest I think I screamed like a girl as my body shook and my ass ring clenched over my fingers deep inside my newly discovered sexual experience. What I was not aware of was I had been watched the entire time from the house. Not by either Jose or Albert � not to mention the possibility of housekeeper Janet, but by a house- guest. He had been a teen recording artist and TV actor most famous for playing the youngest brother in a short -lived series set in the northwest in the early days of western life. To be continued. "Summer of the Celebrity." Part II Don't read this story if you don't think you should. It is told from the point of view of the main character, which happens to be my uncle. He told me about this and has allowed me to share it. Do not forget to donate to Nifty.org: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Your comments and unsolicited praise are welcome especially since it might encourage me to write more...or never again. I realized I never introduced myself: Frankie... as I am known by my family and although I now felt it sounded to kid-like to be called that, I was used to it. It had been more then two weeks since that first night TJ and I listened to each other flog our flags, beat our meat, choke the monkey, almost silently, if safely at the distance of our own beds. We did however repeat it almost nightly and the silently aspect soon was a thing of the past. We both moaned and thrashed, I think getting off, on hearing the other work himself into a hot frenzy. I don't know who was louder at the end when we both self �cleaned. That was the part I most began to enjoy. I wanted to be the one licking his cum from his body and I longed to share a first kiss, all I thought to impossible to believe I was feeling. Several times I used my middle finger to open and probe my boy-pussy and heightening my pleasure finger fucking my self and stimulating my boy-bud deep inside me. It had been Teeje who would begin the evenings' events and I would wait and listen still never talking to each other or making any indication we had plans for it to continue. One thing that did develop after only a few nights, we both began sleeping nude. The first time that happened we had decided to take an after supper swim on that particularly hot July night. It was also a Friday night, in fact a whole weekend that we would be spending alone. The Gran's had taken a road trip to Boston to attend a concert and left the two of us to fend for ourselves, but since we had proven ourselves to be able not to destroy the place or it burn it down, we were two teen boys feeling kings to our kingdom. Janet from the Caliboys house had dropped of some dinner for us, I am sure checking in on us at Gran's request. We stayed down by the lake until well after dark before we headed back up to the house for the night. Teeje was first to say he was heading upstairs and I took care of washing up the things Janet had left for our dinner, ever the helpful house boy... hahaha. So when I made my way up to our attic abode I saw he was stretched out on his bed, on his stomach naked, his tight tan body with the exception of his well defined pure white ass mounds. God how did my cuz become so fucking sexy I thought?!? I opened the button fly of my short cut offs and let them fall to the floor and dropped my self onto my bed and close my eyes running the picture of his ever so tempting body over and over again. I don't remember how long I was lost in my sex induced dream, my hands had begun exploring my body and I am sure my breathing as indicating my approaching desires when I was sure I heard Teeje whisper my name. Dreaming I thought at first but then again he heard a hoarse " Frankie" coming form his side of the room. I lay still for a second then decided to look up and across the room. The moonlight coming through a sky light in the ceiling cast a glow in the middle of the room. Standing in the moonlight, fully naked proudly displaying a very hard cock was my sexy best bud- my summer bro- my cousin TJ. Again I heard him softly say my name. His hand was wrapped around his erect teen cock and when he saw me looking his way he said something I was not expecting- "wanna try it together?" I jumped up out of my bed and just looked at him my cock so hard it was in it's upward curve and the tip hitting against the skin of my abs. Teeje gave a nod of his head towards his bed and turn in that direction. I didn't wait for a second invitation and walked to him. TJ jumped into his bed and indicated that he wanted me to join him by patting the empty place on his mattress next to him. So climbed into TJ's bed and lay next to him. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my cock having spit on my hand, Teeje did the same, "saliva works great he said, and it's always around whenever you need it." He spit a load into his hand and spread it on his cock, which was now pointed straight at the ceiling. It looked to be about 5" like mine but a bit thicker. The tip of his mushroom rounded where mine had a more pointed crown, cut like me. He did this a few times, until it was nice and slick. Then, he closed his eyes and starting stroking from the base where his penis was connected to his rounded ball-sac to the red head--up and down until I could see precum began to dot the slit. "Besides, once you get goin'," he said, "you make enough juice to keep your dick slippery enough for an awesome hand job." Where did all this dialogue come from? I liked being this close to him and wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Watching my sexy cuz jack off was a huge turn on, a dream come true. I was fascinated by his method. Both his cock and the way he masturbated seemed to be filled with strength. The way he slammed his fist down to his small curly pube patch on the down stroke looked like he was pounding on a table; did it hurt? Watching him literally beat his meat and the look of fierce concentration of his handsome face was turning me on. I wanted to reach down and feel his cock and balls. Yet, I did not want to push things too far; I would let TJ be the one to initiate the next step. I was so horny. I spit into my hand and coated my cock several times until it was good and slick. I knew that I would shoot a good long rope of sweet boy cream in just a few minutes. I wanted, hoped I would give him a good a show as he was giving me. I starting pumping with increasing speed, catching the precum from the slit with my fist, I stopped my stroking and licked it off, god I loved the taste. The feeling of my sexy cousin's warm body next to mine was amazing and I anted to watch him draw closer to the grand finale. Several times he looked over at me, making eye contact, and watched me playing with my smooth nuts. Then, he would close his eyes, lick his lips, and jack off with more and more ferocity. I needed to give him a real show and sucked on the middle finger of my left hand, then lifting my leg, I brought my fingertip to my boypussy and slowly started pushing inside, never slowing my cock stroking. I moaned loudly as I began to finger myself and hoped he was watching, he was. Both of us began to pant and to raise our hips slightly off the bed and back down again in concert with the pumping of our hands over our saliva-coated cocks. I began concentrating on finger fucking myself, as I knew I would soon unload. I pushed a second finger into my hole and almost instantly I fired a three-inch long string of boy-juice onto my flat stomach. As I fought to catch my breath, I watched Teeje's ball-sack tighten up while he continued to assault himself increasing speed and fury. Just before his canon fired its first volley, a smile crossed his face. We stared eye to eye. Then, he began to shoot. The first load actually landed on chest, he turned slightly and the next round hit on my chest and chin. One last squirt landed on his hard panting stomach. What an incredible show he had put on for me, filled with intensity and the mixed smell of our cum. I closed my eyes and relished the moment while he came down from his sexual high. Once I returned to reality, the first thing I heard was "Fuck! That felt so good." TJ was smiling at me. I felt the drops of his cum on my chin and wiped them off and immediately tasted it, what I had been waiting for. His eyes opened wider and then he looked down at the cum on his chest and stomach. I moved quickly and was over him and began licking his strong pecs and the small pool of cum near his navel. I think he almost started saying " no Frankie" but soon went silent and still as I went to work. I cleaned the results of his orgasm off his body and looked up into his shocked but happy face. My hand moved to his still firm cock and made the first contact. He gasped and I didn't wait for him to respond. I moved lower my hand firmly grasping his cock and I lowered my lips over his cum leaking cock. I licked around the warm head of his dick and them wrapped my mouth over it. I heard him gasp a long Ooohhhhh and I let more of his cock slide into my mouth. I was in heaven tasting his cum, his cock, my best bud, my bro, my cousin who I now loved in a whole new way. An experience new to us both but I wanted it to happen and he was letting it happen. I slowly slide my mouth up and down two more times, making his boybone slick with my spit. Letting it slide out of my mouth, I held it and looked at it, then started to pump my fist up and down the length of it, feeing it grow harder in my hand. I was now positioned between his spread legs and with one hand slowly jerked his cock and the other fondled his hairless ballsac. Teeje started to squirm and hump his hips a little. His legs moving side to side and I looked and saw his feet, pointing and flexing, his toes and all the while I would randomly lick the tip of cover his cock head with my mouth as I continued jerking him off. I started to pick up speed with my hands and his legs began to buck, bending his knees up and down. His "oh, oh, oh's" getting louder. Not knowing how close he was, I covered the tip of his cock once again, my lips just covering the firm hot flesh when I felt a shot of his cum hit my tongue. I didn't move but closed my lips firmly around his cock and another squirt filled my mouth with his cum shots. He didn't blast as much as the first time but this one I had taken in my mouth and I think I knew instantly this was the start of something I would be doing again. I pulled off of his cock and swallowed, looking up at him. He was looking up and said something like "Frankie did you...?" I opened my mouth to show him and we both started laughing. I was resting my hands on his firm thighs and we almost in unison said- "let's go for a swim". We jumped from his bed and ran down the stairs, through the door to the porch and down the yard to the lake. Two free naked 14yo boys on the edge of many new discoveries. Reaching the dock we both dove into the moonlit lake. Once in the water, we swam and rough housed as we often did, not effected by what we had just done, just the two summer buds in the lake like we had done thousands of times over the summers together. But gradually as we slowed down we moved closer together and our movements became less sporty and more sensual hands holding, touching, exploring. We both stopped moving, facing each other, treading water. We didn't talk, just looking into his eyes as he did the same. Then TJ filled his mouth with a gulp of lake water and spit it in my face, breaking the moment and we both headed for the shore. We ran back to the house, his white ass nearly glowing in the dark, god I loved looking at that. Towels we had used earlier in the day were still hanging to dry and we grabbed them as we reached the porch. I was rubbing water from my face and I heard him say- " You have a nice ass to Frankie". I looked at him with a questioning look and he continued, I have noticed how much you have been looking at my ass recently, and turned pushing it up to give me yet again another good look at that perfect bubble butt. Yours might be small and flat but you may look at these beauties all you want, as he flexed and tightened his gluts in a sexy moon lit show just for me. Giving such a target, I quickly did my best towel flick and landed a good crack across his ass before dashing into the house. "You Fucker"...was what I heard as the screen door slammed behind me. I ran up the stairs to our room... | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2019 16:24:21 +0000
From: Corey Bennett <[email protected]>
Subject: Summer of the Celebrity, parts 1 & 2- incest, celebrity
"Summer of the Celebrity." Part I
Don't read this story if you don't think you should. It is told from the
point of view of the main character, which happens to be my uncle. He told
me about this and has allowed me to share it. Do not forget to donate to
Nifty.org: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Your comments are welcome especially since it might encourage me to write
more...or never again.
I came into my teens in the early 1970's, and for me the summers were spent
living with my grandparents along with my cousin TJ, at lakeside summer
community in Maine. Think "On Golden Pond" and you get an idea of what it
was like. While much of this is about my relationship with TJ, it also has
to do with us meeting and spending time with a celebrity, a one-time pop
idol/TV actor.
I was 14 soon 15 a little cocky and self-assured, tall, for my age with now
almost shoulder length hair � thoughts of being in a rock band. The
sight of that hair bugged the hell out of my granddad but my mid July that
summer, he stopped asking if I wanted to look like a girl and I guess had
gotten used it. TJ- "Teeje" had turned 14 a few months ago and was my
"little bro, summer-bud" nearly all our lives. He was far more of a jock
compared to my more musically inclined, artist nature. In many ways he was
always my Gramp's boy and I was the apple of Gran's eye. Our winters apart
could not have been more different (not really that connected to this
story) but our summers on the lake were the best of times. We both were
devoted to spending as much time on the lake, in the water, swimming, on
Gramp's power boat- the Katie II, which we were finally allowed to pilot on
our own.
As I mentioned I was tall, almost 5' 9", slim build while Teeje this summer
had developed into a real muscle jock. He was playing football and had
gotten into really working on his muscle build, he already had a well
defined 6-pack that he like showing off. Yes, I already knew I was more
interested in guys, and his transition over the last year or so from
slightly rounded boy to beginning -buff teen did not go unnoticed. We had
few secrets from each other. Over the years we spent these summer days
together we were swimming about 99% of the time, more than a few times we
saw each other fully naked.
That summer my usual look was a pair of short cut-offs, well frayed and TJ
a pair of the shorty gym/running shorts worn in those days, his school
issue. Muscle t-shirt if anything along with high-top sneakers completed
the look. It meant we could jump in the lake anytime we wanted and still
jump on a bike and head to any of our favorite spots to swim when ever we
wanted. This was also the summer I discovered "free-balling" and soon had
Teeje following suit, more on that later. We both sported well tanned
bodies and now I especially liked seeing the white mounds of his now well
shaped ass cheeks, highlighted above and below by his tan line. I made
sure he saw the same from me as often as possible, again more on that to
come.
The lake community consisted of summer homes of local people and like us
"people from away". One of the nearby homes was also one of the largest
and was owned by the "California Guys" as it was know. They were up until
now to me, two "old men" but I knew from my grandparents they were
connected to both the art world and also to movies. On was a very
successful painter- Jose and the other had a career in set-design in TV and
films- Albert. It was well known that the occasional celebrity was a
houseguest there. More often they had one or more very handsome younger
men visiting which I would only now begun to understand what that might
have indicated. My Grand's were "cocktail friends" with them and I can
remember whispered comments when I was younger when they would return from
a visit to the Caliguys that my Gran would just smile and say it was
nothing for me to be concerned about. One thing that did happen from time
to time in those summers was for either TJ or me or both of us to be
"hired" by the Calguys to do very minor chores. It usually meant we were
helping their housekeeper Janet get the house ready before they arrived for
the summer but sometimes it was helping Jose or Albert directly. I'll be
very clear neither ever made any advance or an appropriate gesture to
either of us but yes, they were a gay couple. They were really like old
favorite uncles to us and we always went home with more than enough
spending money for the week just by doing something as simple as unpack art
supplies from the car for Jose.
One of the other perks to work for them was to get to swim from their edge
of the lake and the dock they used for their boat the "Dorothy". It was one
of the twin pontoon party cruisers and while it was not a sporty at Gramp's
and we both got chance to pilot it a number of times this summer. On thing
we understood was if they had guests we were asked not to intrude on their
privacy but otherwise we were free to use this area at our pleasure whether
they were home or not.
I especially like stretching out on the long dock and slipping off my cut
offs allowing the sun to warm my entire body. I only ever did this when I
thought I was completely alone. It was also a time I could indulge in that
activity every boy discovers and slowly stroke my hard young teen cock to a
glorious orgasm. On my back on the warm boards of the dock, I would run my
fingers up and down my slim tight body, I learn how pinching and teasing my
nipples brought tingling through my body and to my proud hard 5" cut
cock. When hard it had a curve upwards and I loved feeling it tap against
my tight swimmer abs when it grew achingly hard, as it did seem to do
freely this summer. It happened often when I had the frequent opportunity
to see TJ's naked body, his developing jock muscles his, his mop of curly
brown hair, the matching tuft that crowned the base of thick looking cock
and that high tight ball sac that looked bigger than mine this year. His
cock rested on top of that boy-bag and I felt like it was looking at me
every time I got a good view of it. Since we had been like brothers every
summer of our life we had little modesty issues on front of each other and
as I had become more aware of my desire for boy flesh, I took every chance
to get as much time seeing his hot boy bod as I could. I was coming to the
realization I was having very different thought about my cousin this
summer.
One other thing we discovered about each other was the desire to jerk off.
Odd for teen boys right...? The bedroom we shared was really the converted
attic of the camp. It was one large open space the stretched the length of
the building so we had our own "space" at opposite ends of the room, a
distance of some 20 feet. When we were younger we shared a big double bed
but in recent years the Gran's had added a second so we could both stretch
out be more comfortable. This space also got used when other family members
would come to visit and we would move outside to a tent and have a boy's
camp out. So one night, early that summer I heard some noises coming from
Teeje's side of the room when he must have thought I was sound
asleep. First it was rustling and moving in his bed then I cold hear his
breathing begin to get heavier and then a slick sliding sound I knew was
his hand rapidly stroking his cousin-cock. I could hear hi speed up then
sigh and the stroking sound would slow down and then speed up again. You
can imagine my thin boy spike was aching hard on seconds at the thought of
him with his hard cock in his hand. I licked the palm of my had to cover
cock with spit and started to match his stroking as I kicked of my covers.
I heard him stop when he must have heard my actions but he soon resumed
when it was clear I intended to get off to match his efforts. I was soon
shooting my boy-squirts over my chest at I hit an orgasm that must have
sent him off and I heard grunts of pleasure coming from across the room. I
had also discovered I like licking myself clean post cum, I loved the taste
of the drops of pre I would leak in the beginnings and licking my fingers
clean, wiping it off my chest and since I was pretty slim I had learned I
could flip my body over and even shoot shots of cum into my mouth. What
made this night even more exciting, as I was savoring the salty/sweet taste
of my own production, I heard what seemed to be the same action coming from
TJ's bed. The thought of him eating his own cum made my spent cock twitch.
We didn't' talk to each other afterward, nor did we mention it the next
day. He seemed a little distant and I didn't want know what I wanted to say
to him so we kind of spent the time apart that day. I new the Caliguys were
not home so I spent a good alone session swimming and then sunning my self
on their dock and I think Teeje spent the afternoon with one of the local
kids we knew that also summered on the lake. After my swim, I was
stretched out on the dock, and thought about the night before. I slowly
unzipped my cut off which I was wearing, free-ball and slipped my hand in
over my wet cock. Pulling it up, I licked my thumb and started rubbing over
the piss slit. I was soon full hard and I pushed my cut offs down further
lifting slim ass off the dock and slide them off. I started to imagine
Teeje naked in his bed, rubbing his hands over his muscleteenboy body. I
knew I wanted to do the same thing. I thought about his curly hair, that on
hi head and that small tight curly patch of pubes, which actually looked
like more than I had. I wondered how big his cock got when hard. Mine was
about 3" when soft and hung down but his pointer looked smaller but thicker
and I had not seen it hard since we were quite a bit younger and in those
days of morning boy-piss boners then did nothing more then make us giggle
at each other until we ran to the bathroom for the relief.
On my back, in the sun, I had my knees bent up and my feet flat on the deck
boards and I lifted my as I rubbed my hands over my sun warmed wet body. My
hard 14yo cock hard, tight against my abs. I cold run my hands over my
clenched ass cheeks and I allowed my fingertips to slide in between those
small mounds and began to rub over my tight pink puckered ass ring. I had
discovered the pleasure of playing with my tight ass hole but to this time
had only rubbed and teased it. I relaxed back down on the deck and brought
my hand to my mouth and sucked on my middle finger. I lifted my right leg
and pulled it towards my chest and reached my left hand down over rubbing
over my tight balls and then rubbed my wet finger around my ass hole. I
then pushed my middle finger passed the opening of my boy pussy, as I would
soon begin to consider it, inside the warmth of my ass for the first
time. I began to work my longest finger in and out of my hole until I hit
the spot inside that I knew was my prostate. Freshman boy's health class
was quite informative this year. I saw stars and experienced a sensation I
had never felt before. I pinched my right nipple as I pushed my finger in
and out slowly. I saw a big drop of clear sticky boy-juice ooze from the
slit of my cock. It pooled just below my navel and I wiped and licked it
from my fingertip. It felt so good that I pulled the one finger out and
bringing my fingers to my mouth, sucked on my middle and index fingers
realizing as I did I was tasting the essence of my boy-tang and getting yet
another new experience in my developing sexuality. I pressed my two fingers
against my hole and I slowly stretched the opening until both my index and
middle fingers were inside. I indulged this incredible new sensation until
I felt more precum oozing from the slit of my own boy-bone. I was soon
fast and furiously finger-fucking myself to an intense orgasm I never knew
could happen. When I finally shot my blast of cum over my chest I think I
screamed like a girl as my body shook and my ass ring clenched over my
fingers deep inside my newly discovered sexual experience.
What I was not aware of was I had been watched the entire time from the
house. Not by either Jose or Albert � not to mention the possibility of
housekeeper Janet, but by a house- guest. He had been a teen recording
artist and TV actor most famous for playing the youngest brother in a short
-lived series set in the northwest in the early days of western life.
To be continued.
"Summer of the Celebrity." Part II
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I realized I never introduced myself: Frankie... as I am known by my family
and although I now felt it sounded to kid-like to be called that, I was
used to it.
It had been more then two weeks since that first night TJ and I listened to
each other flog our flags, beat our meat, choke the monkey, almost
silently, if safely at the distance of our own beds. We did however repeat
it almost nightly and the silently aspect soon was a thing of the past. We
both moaned and thrashed, I think getting off, on hearing the other work
himself into a hot frenzy. I don't know who was louder at the end when we
both self �cleaned. That was the part I most began to enjoy. I wanted to
be the one licking his cum from his body and I longed to share a first
kiss, all I thought to impossible to believe I was feeling. Several times I
used my middle finger to open and probe my boy-pussy and heightening my
pleasure finger fucking my self and stimulating my boy-bud deep inside me.
It had been Teeje who would begin the evenings' events and I would wait and
listen still never talking to each other or making any indication we had
plans for it to continue. One thing that did develop after only a few
nights, we both began sleeping nude. The first time that happened we had
decided to take an after supper swim on that particularly hot July
night. It was also a Friday night, in fact a whole weekend that we would be
spending alone. The Gran's had taken a road trip to Boston to attend a
concert and left the two of us to fend for ourselves, but since we had
proven ourselves to be able not to destroy the place or it burn it down, we
were two teen boys feeling kings to our kingdom. Janet from the Caliboys
house had dropped of some dinner for us, I am sure checking in on us at
Gran's request. We stayed down by the lake until well after dark before we
headed back up to the house for the night.
Teeje was first to say he was heading upstairs and I took care of washing
up the things Janet had left for our dinner, ever the helpful house
boy... hahaha. So when I made my way up to our attic abode I saw he was
stretched out on his bed, on his stomach naked, his tight tan body with the
exception of his well defined pure white ass mounds. God how did my cuz
become so fucking sexy I thought?!?
I opened the button fly of my short cut offs and let them fall to the floor
and dropped my self onto my bed and close my eyes running the picture of
his ever so tempting body over and over again. I don't remember how long I
was lost in my sex induced dream, my hands had begun exploring my body and
I am sure my breathing as indicating my approaching desires when I was sure
I heard Teeje whisper my name. Dreaming I thought at first but then again
he heard a hoarse " Frankie" coming form his side of the room. I lay still
for a second then decided to look up and across the room.
The moonlight coming through a sky light in the ceiling cast a glow in the
middle of the room. Standing in the moonlight, fully naked proudly
displaying a very hard cock was my sexy best bud- my summer bro- my cousin
TJ. Again I heard him softly say my name. His hand was wrapped around his
erect teen cock and when he saw me looking his way he said something I was
not expecting- "wanna try it together?"
I jumped up out of my bed and just looked at him my cock so hard it was in
it's upward curve and the tip hitting against the skin of my abs. Teeje
gave a nod of his head towards his bed and turn in that direction. I
didn't wait for a second invitation and walked to him.
TJ jumped into his bed and indicated that he wanted me to join him by
patting the empty place on his mattress next to him. So climbed into TJ's
bed and lay next to him. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my
cock having spit on my hand, Teeje did the same, "saliva works great he
said, and it's always around whenever you need it." He spit a load into his
hand and spread it on his cock, which was now pointed straight at the
ceiling. It looked to be about 5" like mine but a bit thicker. The tip of
his mushroom rounded where mine had a more pointed crown, cut like me. He
did this a few times, until it was nice and slick. Then, he closed his eyes
and starting stroking from the base where his penis was connected to his
rounded ball-sac to the red head--up and down until I could see precum
began to dot the slit. "Besides, once you get goin'," he said, "you make
enough juice to keep your dick slippery enough for an awesome hand job."
Where did all this dialogue come from? I liked being this close to him and
wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Watching my sexy cuz jack
off was a huge turn on, a dream come true. I was fascinated by his
method. Both his cock and the way he masturbated seemed to be filled with
strength. The way he slammed his fist down to his small curly pube patch on
the down stroke looked like he was pounding on a table; did it hurt?
Watching him literally beat his meat and the look of fierce concentration
of his handsome face was turning me on. I wanted to reach down and feel his
cock and balls. Yet, I did not want to push things too far; I would let TJ
be the one to initiate the next step.
I was so horny. I spit into my hand and coated my cock several times until
it was good and slick. I knew that I would shoot a good long rope of sweet
boy cream in just a few minutes. I wanted, hoped I would give him a good a
show as he was giving me. I starting pumping with increasing speed,
catching the precum from the slit with my fist, I stopped my stroking and
licked it off, god I loved the taste. The feeling of my sexy cousin's warm
body next to mine was amazing and I anted to watch him draw closer to the
grand finale. Several times he looked over at me, making eye contact, and
watched me playing with my smooth nuts. Then, he would close his eyes, lick
his lips, and jack off with more and more ferocity.
I needed to give him a real show and sucked on the middle finger of my left
hand, then lifting my leg, I brought my fingertip to my boypussy and slowly
started pushing inside, never slowing my cock stroking. I moaned loudly as
I began to finger myself and hoped he was watching, he was.
Both of us began to pant and to raise our hips slightly off the bed and
back down again in concert with the pumping of our hands over our
saliva-coated cocks. I began concentrating on finger fucking myself, as I
knew I would soon unload.
I pushed a second finger into my hole and almost instantly I fired a
three-inch long string of boy-juice onto my flat stomach. As I fought to
catch my breath, I watched Teeje's ball-sack tighten up while he continued
to assault himself increasing speed and fury. Just before his canon fired
its first volley, a smile crossed his face. We stared eye to eye. Then, he
began to shoot. The first load actually landed on chest, he turned slightly
and the next round hit on my chest and chin. One last squirt landed on his
hard panting stomach. What an incredible show he had put on for me, filled
with intensity and the mixed smell of our cum. I closed my eyes and
relished the moment while he came down from his sexual high.
Once I returned to reality, the first thing I heard was "Fuck! That felt so
good." TJ was smiling at me. I felt the drops of his cum on my chin and
wiped them off and immediately tasted it, what I had been waiting for. His
eyes opened wider and then he looked down at the cum on his chest and
stomach. I moved quickly and was over him and began licking his strong
pecs and the small pool of cum near his navel. I think he almost started
saying " no Frankie" but soon went silent and still as I went to work. I
cleaned the results of his orgasm off his body and looked up into his
shocked but happy face. My hand moved to his still firm cock and made the
first contact. He gasped and I didn't wait for him to respond. I moved
lower my hand firmly grasping his cock and I lowered my lips over his cum
leaking cock. I licked around the warm head of his dick and them wrapped my
mouth over it. I heard him gasp a long Ooohhhhh and I let more of his cock
slide into my mouth. I was in heaven tasting his cum, his cock, my best
bud, my bro, my cousin who I now loved in a whole new way. An experience
new to us both but I wanted it to happen and he was letting it happen.
I slowly slide my mouth up and down two more times, making his boybone
slick with my spit. Letting it slide out of my mouth, I held it and looked
at it, then started to pump my fist up and down the length of it, feeing it
grow harder in my hand. I was now positioned between his spread legs and
with one hand slowly jerked his cock and the other fondled his hairless
ballsac. Teeje started to squirm and hump his hips a little. His legs
moving side to side and I looked and saw his feet, pointing and flexing,
his toes and all the while I would randomly lick the tip of cover his cock
head with my mouth as I continued jerking him off. I started to pick up
speed with my hands and his legs began to buck, bending his knees up and
down. His "oh, oh, oh's" getting louder.
Not knowing how close he was, I covered the tip of his cock once again, my
lips just covering the firm hot flesh when I felt a shot of his cum hit my
tongue. I didn't move but closed my lips firmly around his cock and another
squirt filled my mouth with his cum shots. He didn't blast as much as the
first time but this one I had taken in my mouth and I think I knew
instantly this was the start of something I would be doing again. I pulled
off of his cock and swallowed, looking up at him. He was looking up and
said something like "Frankie did you...?" I opened my mouth to show him and
we both started laughing. I was resting my hands on his firm thighs and we
almost in unison said- "let's go for a swim".
We jumped from his bed and ran down the stairs, through the door to the
porch and down the yard to the lake. Two free naked 14yo boys on the edge
of many new discoveries. Reaching the dock we both dove into the moonlit
lake.
Once in the water, we swam and rough housed as we often did, not effected
by what we had just done, just the two summer buds in the lake like we had
done thousands of times over the summers together. But gradually as we
slowed down we moved closer together and our movements became less sporty
and more sensual hands holding, touching,
exploring.
We both stopped moving, facing each other, treading water. We didn't talk,
just looking into his eyes as he did the same. Then TJ filled his mouth
with a gulp of lake water and spit it in my face, breaking the moment and
we both headed for the shore. We ran back to the house, his white ass
nearly glowing in the dark, god I loved looking at that. Towels we had
used earlier in the day were still hanging to dry and we grabbed them as we
reached the porch. I was rubbing water from my face and I heard him say- "
You have a nice ass to Frankie". I looked at him with a questioning look
and he continued, I have noticed how much you have been looking at my ass
recently, and turned pushing it up to give me yet again another good look
at that perfect bubble butt. Yours might be small and flat but you may look
at these beauties all you want, as he flexed and tightened his gluts in a
sexy moon lit show just for me. Giving such a target, I quickly did my best
towel flick and landed a good crack across his ass before dashing into the
house.
"You Fucker"...was what I heard as the screen door slammed behind me. I
ran up the stairs to our room...
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Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address [email protected]. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Two On the other side of the shower curtain the rest of Harry's fellow Gryffindor classmates continued with their customary morning ablutions, no one appeared to notice that two of them were sharing a cubicle. In the deserted dormitory there was no one to notice the faint glow that flickered momentarily underneath Harry's pillow, the pin glow brightened to a flaring red for just a brief minute second; if he had been there Harry might have noticed that the surge happened at the precise moment that Ron's lips kissed his cock. In the shower Harry sighed softly, the usual sounds from those in the bathroom covering his murmuring voice. Ron's lips kissed and then slowly sucked Harry's cock inside his mouth, the lips pressing to ease back his foreskin so that the moist heat excited the sensitive nerve endings on Harry's glans. Harry his mind still full of what he and Percy did felt his cock expand and his balls twitch, the softer touch of Ron's tongue lapping at his cockslit sent a further chill thrill through his spine. Harry reached down to stroke Ron's damp ginger spiky hair. `Here we go again,' he smiled to himself as the tingling itching sensation inside his cock travelled upwards and outwards, warming him in the new found heat of hormonal teenage desire. Ron nibbled at the hard ridge of Harry's bellend, his tongue snaking across the bulbous edge and a searing jolt of desire blossomed inside Harry's body. Part Three Harry sighed as the searing flame sparked and flamed inside him, the memories and extraordinary delights from the previous night resurfaced and bled along his veins, his nerves twitching as the lusting plasma beat a racing pace throughout his body. Ron totally absorbed in his task suckled Harry's growing rod as though he were a baby at the teat. His face held the same expression, the total absorption and complete satisfaction as he nursed the plump mushroom shape, swallowing the heady nectar of Harry's precum. Harry stroked Ron's head, the damp red curls hung limp and he absently minded spiked the ginger hairs into a prickly looking array as the need and lust coursed heavily through his body. Ron lost in his satisfying task sucked and sucked, gratifying the sweet cockhead his only reason for existing. As they stood in the cubicle, the sounds from outside their enclosure faded, the pitter patter of falling droplets slowed and dissipated, the misty steamy clouds of vapour surrounded them and they disappeared inside the wreaths of misted foggy haze. Under Harry's pillow, the strange book glowed, a blue luminescence sparked between the book's cover, sparkling cobalt spikes flared unseen in the empty dormitory. Harry enjoying the wave of sexy tingling that ran along his cock where Ron's crimson red lips sucked and kissed saw the words of the spell he had used glow in a blue radiance cloud before his eyes. "Cupidius Erectus," he said slowly as the words and letters blurred and distorted within the violet misting radiance, he struggled to distinguish the final letters and then the blue glow brightened momentarily and he said, "Dectus." As he spoke he sensed the familiar tingling of the night before added to the warm moist wetness. As he leaned back against the tiles of the cubicle he felt the delight inside him grow and grow and then a gurgling yelping sound broke across his reverie. Blinking open his eyes he saw the humungous, gargantuan shape of the fleshy tube that now protruded from his groin, his eyes boggled at the hugeness of the veiny stretched pink plunger that sprung from his curly nest of dark hairs, a gigantic balloon of teencock whose tip was hidden inside Ron's bulging mouth. He stared horrified at his mate. Ron knelt there, a desperate look of panic in his eyes as his mouth was stretched beyond comprehension. Ron gurgled unable to form words as his tongue was trapped beneath the monster that impaled his mouth. He gestured wildly and his eyes blazed the choking message. Harry tried to move backwards but it appeared that Ron's mouth was now stuck, the huge cock had stretched his mouth and he was unable to release it. Harry desperately twitched and jerked his body to no avail, if anything his titanic dick seemed to slide even further inside Ron's gob, the sensation of which sent a wave of lusting desire rise within Harry. "What do I do?" he cried out, forgetting the closeness of the others in the bathroom. To his consternation no sound could be heard and no one appeared to pull back the shower curtain. Harry sank back against the cooling tiles and summoned his energy to attempt to calm down. As his eyes closed in concentration he once more saw the blue cloud form across the lids of his closed eyes. Breathing deeply he watched and waited, the clouds of blue luminescence misted and flowed and then a different phrase appeared, `Sawllowus, dectus gigantus,' he read and then hurriedly spoke the words aloud. Opening his eyes he looked quickly at Ron, Ron who was knelt before him once more kissing and sucking the huge prong only this time he showed no reaction to the size of the enormous cock. Harry shivered, terrified and yet fascinatedly intrigued as he noticed Ron's tongue extend and slide around his cock, the red pink tongue rasped delightfully against his shaft and the edge of his foreskin. Harry watched in fascination as Ron's tongue snaked easily around the fat shaft, reaching completely along the full length of the pink protuberance. Harry backed away, his cockhead slid out of Ron's mouth with ease, the full lips allowing the humungous helmet to slide out, the bloated purpling large heart shape pulsing in the air then Ron's lips kissed the slit, sending a further rapture flow along Harry's body but to Harry's eyes Ron's lips were the same size as usual. His tongue also appeared to be normal sized and normal length but then as Ron's mouth opened Harry was not sure if it was his fat dick that shrank or Ron's mouth that expanded but the result was the very effective tongue lashing and swallowing sensations that followed. `My cock must be at least ten inches long and goodness knows how wide,' his head spun at the idea and then the idea followed on in his train of thought, `Dec could be ten,' his head swam, `last night it was six now its ten. Ohhhh,' he sighed more as a response to his thoughts than to the lavishing caresses Ron's mouth was providing. The tingling delights flowed faster and faster and higher and higher, once more oblivious to the fact his fellow Gryffindor's were just beyond the curtain Harry grabbed Ron's sticking out ears and started to ram his large cock in and out of Ron's suctioning mouth. He saw with amazement that the huge dick easily slid inside Ron's mouth, rasping delightfully along the snaky tongue before sliding into the tight and swallowing embrace of Ron's throat. Slowly it slid past the epiglottis, past the tonsils straight into Ron's gullet. Ron apparently in a happy stupor took the full length of the enormous teenrod, swallowing right down to the hairy base. Harry paused for a moment as Ron's lips kissed his pubic nest, his dick jerked and twitched as Ron's very tight and velvet like oesophagus vibrated around his helmet and shaft. Harry tugged at Ron's large ears and to his extreme pleasure his balls now followed his dick inside Ron's mouth. The sensation of warm moist heat and the sensual slicking of Ron's tongue around his teenage spheres was sexily astounding, Harrys eyes glazed as the sexual joys peaked and peaked higher and higher, his every nerve was a'tingling and a'glowing and his balls swelled and pulsed and jerked within the warm wetness of Ron's squelching and adaptive mouth. Harry stood there with Ron's mouth impaled on his fantastically magically enlarged prick and wallowed in the heavenly sensations as Ron's muscles massaged the enormous shaft and bloated glans, swallowing the copious dollops of Harry's juices as they swam the length of the Olympic swimming-pool sized pipe. Back and forth Harry worked his hips, the huge dick sliding further inwards and downwards towards Ron's stomach. His balls ached and swelled as they were massaged by the swallowing motions and Harry sensed his sperms moving and spinning as they readied themselves for sexual ejaculation. He reached down his hand and stroked Ron's throat, sensing and feeling his dick sliding inside the constriction, his own hand adding a further level of sensual stroking pleasure to the magical blowjob. Harry grunted as his passionate lust climbed another cliff of bliss and he twitched and shuddered as the wave took hold and spiked delightfully. Harry quivering leaned against the cooling tiles, tiles which were warm to the touch and stroked Ron's spiked hair. Ron started to bob his head faster taking over the movements necessary to bring Harry to his teenage joys. The waves of tingling passion and exciting feelings mounted and mounted and Harry stretched on tiptoe as his body responded to the whirling ecstasies and thrills that spun and jolted like electric shocks through his body. His hips thrust deeper and deeper and Ron's magnificent throat contained and cajoled his sensitive nerves, slavering and squeezing them brining even more exquisite exultations and rapture to pleasure his body. "Faster, faster, stronger," Harry moaned as the brilliant cosmic scene before his eyes glittered and flared, the warming tingles becoming the hot lava flow that he recalled from Percy's administrations. Ron apparently in his own stupor swiftly complied, his squelching throat compressing tighter around Harry's gigantic dick and doing so with comparative ease. His efforts proved quickly fruitful, Harry ran through the exquisite delights of the blowjob as the end was achieved. Harry tensed and arched his back as he felt the acute tingling joys spread through him as his sperms rocketed along the vast length of his prick before spurting into the dank delight of Ron's gullet. He cried out and moaned, growling deeply and with complete abandon as the sensual heights were exploding within him and within Ron's mouth. Ron swallowed the salty spicy juices, suckled and cleaned the final traces of Harry's sperms and stood up. Harry blinked once twice and whispered, "seductes returnus" as he spoke he too shook his head as the blue clouds reappeared and wafted mistily about them, a ghostly voice sounded, the voice a crooning moan, `Timus returnus, memorias forgetus' and as the violet mists dissipated Harry shook his head and stared at his best mate. "Your hair is all spiky," he said mystified. Ron placed his hand on his head, "What the, how did that happen. Fuck are the twins up to their tricks again," he fisted his hands. "Come on Ron we'll be late," Harry splashed the dripping shower spray towards Ron who shook as the droplets hit him. The two stepped out of the shower re-joining their fellow Gryffindor colleagues who were still labouring to finish their ablutions. Harry gazed at himself in the mirror, a half remembered thought crossed his mind and he jerked and looked down at his body, his teenage dick hung just as it normally did, `seems smaller,' was his thought and then another image flashed across his mind. He looked sideways in the mirror where he could see Ron furiously towelling his head. "There that's better," Ron grinned his red locks a frizzled mess and then he unconcerned took a comb and struggled to comb his hair into its proper state. He caught sight of Harry's expression in his mirror. "You alright Harry?" he asked and he smiled, for a brief micro second Harry thought he saw Ron's smile lengthen and widen, spreading beyond the bounds of his facial structure and then as he blinked his eyes all he could see was Ron grinning at him. Harry shook his head and turned away from the mirror and towards Ron. It was the normal usual Ron who stood there. "Get a move on Second Years," Oliver Wood fully dressed, his cloak billowing around him called from the doorway, "You should be lining up at the door by now," he turned his head, "teenagers," he said contemptuously as he strode towards the straggling line of students by the Fat Lady's picture. Hermione stared at Ron, `there's something odd here,' she thought and then as Harry appeared behind Ron she twitched, a strange iciness ran down her backbone, goosebumps appeared on her arms and she felt a cold breeze waft past her. "Oh it's you," Ron gave her his usual glare. "Good morning to you too," she calmly replied. "Morning Hermione," Harry grinned, his glasses reflecting the lights and he stepped between them and grabbed them by their arms. "Potions await," he stepped forward almost dragging them with him. Professor Snape strode around the benches checking the simmering cauldrons. He leaned over Hermione's mixture. "A touch more dankweed Miss Grainger," he intimated, his nose sniffing the acrid aroma, "we want the potion's effects to last longer than a few seconds." He moved on ignoring Harry's and Ron's efforts. At Malfoy's bench he stared at the cauldron, `Why on earth is his mixture glowing crimson?' he asked himself but before he could move closer a commotion from the back of the room disturbed him. "Sir, Sir Professor," Seamus wailed, a trail of green vapour was rising from his bubbling cauldron and it formed itself into an expanding bubble of glowing green mist. "What do I do, Professor?" Seamus raised his wand in a defensive tentative posture. "No, no don't," Snape snarled but his voice prompted Seamus to push his wand directly into the bubble which deflated with a snarly hissing sound, and the issuing green smoke wound itself around Seamus's wand, along his arm and under his cloak. Snape grabbed at Seamus's arm his wand at the ready but he saw it was too late, the smoke snaked round Seamus's neck and then as the boy cried out in horror, the misty tail entered his mouth. Seamus swallowed unable to help himself and then he whirled, twisted, his body rising in the air about six inches and then he dropped back down. Snape held him firm, muttering words as he tapped Seamus with his wand, a flash of green light flickered into a bright green flare, it's verdant glare flashed blindingly for a moment and when everyone's eyes cleared Seamus stood on his feet. A gasp went round the room, Malfoys group making more of a laughing gasp as everyone could see the change in Seamus. His head disfigured, the spiralling ball of green mist had changed his appearance and Seamus Finnegan now sported bulging froggy eyes, froggy lips and his voice had a croaky edge to it. "To the infirmary boy," Snape grunted, "I have done what I can to lessen the effect. Professor Sprout will be able to return you to normal, although some might think it an improvement. Go boy," he waved his hand and Seamus hopped towards the door. "Poor Seamus," sighed Hermione. "Just Seamus's luck that's all," Ron commented. "Finnegan exploding again, just what you'd expect from a leprechaun," chortled Malfoy and Hermione glared at him. "You're no pot of gold yourself Draco," she hissed and muttering under her breath pointed her wand at Malfoy's table under her own table. "Oh, ohh, no, noooooooo," yelped Draco as his bubbling cauldron tipped to one side, its contents falling onto the wooden surface, as the concoction landed a cloud of reddish mist floated into the air, tinged with a green edging and a strong stink of rotting compost spread into the air around the laboratory. "MALFOY!" Professor Snape's screamed loudly as the Professor jerked his wand at the growing glowing cloud. A bright flash followed, the students all jumping to their feet as the greeney-red vapour disappeared with a bright crimson flare that made everyone blink their eyes. `It should not have done that,' Snape thought to himself as with another wave of his wand the growing stench was replaced with the earthy tones of cut grass. He stared at Draco who stood by his desk his face a brilliant red and his ears now covered with a green taint. "BOY!" Snape thundered, "I do not know what's got into you today but away with you too. You too can join Mr Finnegan in Professor Sprout's infirmary." A wave of his hands and Draco found himself propelled towards the door, a faint wisp of the red and green vapour steamed off him as he moved and evaporated into the air behind him. The laboratory door flew open and then slammed shut behind the disappearing Malfoy. Snape moved close to Malfoy's table, he sniffed carefully at the congealing lumpy mess on the table. `Chilli' he thought to himself wondering where on earth Malfoy would have found chilli to add into his ingredients for the potion. A wave of his hand and the table was cleared of the disgusting concoction. He turned back to the class. "Resume," he ordered in a flat tone. The students bent over their respective cauldrons. Percy Weasley made himself comfortable in the library and opened the large tome he had removed from the shelf. `Let's see now I was reading Chapter ten,' he mused to himself as he turned the pages until the required page was found. Silently he found his marker, removed it for later use and commenced reading. A cold blast of air wound around his legs as the library door was opened. "Chilly," Percy mumbled and grabbed his robe to pull it tighter around him, as he did he felt the icy draught waft over his thighs, looking down he was distraught to see his trousers had disappeared. Uttering a cry which brought a chorus of `Shh's' from nearby students Percy bent down to tug his trousers back into place. `Where on earth are my underpants,' he thought as he eased his trousers back over his thighs and closed the fly. As he zipped himself up he touched his prick through the material and a sensation of desiring memory slid into his mind. "Why am I thinking of Harry Potter," he spoke aloud without knowing. "Master Weasley," Irma Pince, Hogwarts Librarian hissed into his ear, "if you cannot study in quiet then I suggest you return to your House and study there," she clipped him around the ear as though he was a first year which made Percy redden with embarrassment. "S, ,s, sorry Miss Pince," Percy was aghast at his composure and grabbing his books, returned the book he was studying to its' place on the shelf and hurried back to the safety of the Gryffindor common-room. Once inside Gryffindor House he hurried to his dorm where he saw to his consternation his usual underpants, the Mrs Weasley white pants glowing at him from the end of the bed where he had placed them when getting ready to dress. `How odd?' he thought and packing them away for use the next day he packed his satchel ready for the next day. `Just time to study those spells,' he decided and made his way to the common-room where he slid into one of the desks reserved for senior boys. Percy opened his textbook and started to re-read and memorise the complicated mental preparing as well as the necessary wording for the more difficult work on Apparating. A clatter of shoes caused him to look up and he muttered as the group of younger students gathered around one of the long tables and spread out their books and then it was the sound of quills scratching as the nibs caught on the paper. He noticed another set of footsteps but ignored them and then a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Percy, Percy, what on earth are you doing?" Percy looked up at his fellow classmate and dorm mate Oliver Wood who was staring at him. "Wood, I am trying to memorise Apparting methodology," he was his usual snobby self. "But Percy you're naked, again, honestly this is the second time and whilst it may be acceptable in the bathroom it is not in the common room," Oliver reached down and pulled up Percy's cloak which had slipped down his seat. "WHAAAAATTTT" Percy jumped to his feet which was unfortunate as it meant that all the others in the room turned to stare at him and all eyes could now see that all he appeared to be wearing was his cloak, once more his clothes had been lost somewhere. "Percy, cover up, there are female students here," Oliver moved to place himself in front of his offending colleague, "Really what is the matter with you, your normally so prudish about bearing your body," Oliver spread his own cloak wide as Percy struggled to wind and tie his own robe around his nudity. Percy red faced and pink with embarrassment all over his body grabbed his books and stormed out of the room, ignoring the cat calls and looks from his junior colleagues. He could hear the comments, "Did you see," "Percy Weasley was naked under his cloak," "See I told you Weasleys are red all over," "To small for a wand was that," which followed him up the stairs where he threw himself on his bed. Still blushing and still very red in all places he resumed his studying. A short time later Oliver Wood entered the dorm to change and get ready for his Quidditch practice. He stared at Percy who was completely naked and lying on his bed, his pink backside two plump chicken breasts that glowed back at him. `Oh Percy' he thought and ignoring his naked dorm mate he changed quickly. Harry looked up from his book, he was lying on his bed, he was supposed to be studying his spelling, his textbook lay opened on the bed beside him but in fat he was engrossed in the tome he had hidden under his bed. `I still don't understand half of this,' he told himself as he turned the pages, sensing the powerful magic contained within the spells, it drove him further into the book. Harry read on somehow unable to resist the urge that rose up within himself to delve further inside the spells, turned the pages almost reluctantly. The common-room clock struck the half hour and Harry sat up. "Quidditch Broomstick practice," he said aloud, noting the memory spell to remind him about the extra sessions Oliver had arranged was working well. Harry gathered his equipment, the book to take notes, his wand in case of trouble, his hand hesitated on the cover of the book, `Don't need that,' he said and then he turned to his storage chest. Kneeling down he took his cloak of invisibility out and placed it in his satchel. Grabbing his broomstick he headed out towards the practice ground. "Come on Harry, we need to practice those quick turns and spins," Oliver Wood beckoned at Harry who dropped his satchel by Oliver's. The two rose into the air on their brooms and commenced the first of the runs. Harry enjoyed the rush of air past his ears and hair as he chased Oliver's brushtail as close as possible. "This could be handy in a seeker chase," his voice spoke close to Harry's ear and Harry listened intently at the instructions. "It could also help in bad weather play when speed is of the utmost," Oliver continued, "using your opponents speed and body to preserve your own energy and body heat." The two brooms rose higher and higher and then Oliver spiralled down, Harry close beside him as they attempted several sharp turning movements, on one occasion both trying several three hundred and sixty degree turns as they sought to fly behind one another. "You're getting better at this trick," Oliver complimented Harry who beamed happily at praise from his idol. "Now let's try the trickier one hundred and eighty turn." Harry gripped his broomstick tightly, the one hundred and eighty turn required great skill and command to get the broomstick to stop and reverse position, such sudden sideways moves and reverses were difficult even for the most experienced of riders and Harry knew he still had much to learn. The manoeuvre was practised several times at just above ground level and at a slow speed. "Teach your broom, let it know and learn from you as much as you learn from it," Oliver explained. "All the professional riders have brooms made especially for them and some even visit the forest where the trees are grown to make contact with the wood as it grows. The commercial contracts are such that they often have to visit several forests run by the manufacturers who are all hopeful of the success that the professional riders reflect on their products." Harry held his broom sensing the power within the weathered mahogany of his Nimbus 2000 and bent his head to the head; he laid his cheek against the wood, the wood warm from his touch felt sensual, he inhaled the warmth, it was comforting and in some small way exciting. "Faster now Potter," Oliver grinned and tapped Harry's strong wiry brushy twigs with his own and then the lesson continued, Oliver taking Harry higher and higher as the rapid spinning turning became easier and simpler. Harry felt his Nimbus living up to its name; it leapt in his hands eagerly seeking the change of position and bucked swiftly, Harry almost lying vertical with the broom as it swivelled. "Harry that's awesome riding," Oliver he noticed was hovering a few feet away as he watched his pupil master the difficult manoeuvre, "but vertically, that looks," he hesitated for a moment, "it looks showy, I'm not sure it would work as Seeker chasing," he grinned, "but it would distract the other Quidditch players, not the least our own. We need to let them see that or else they might be put off their game as well as our opponents." He checked the Hogwarts clockface, "Time for a quick in and out of the towers before we finish," Oliver turned his broom towards the tall wooden towers of the distant Quidditch court. "I just want to make a few notes first please Oliver," Harry drifted down towards his satchel. "Okay I could do with a break anyway," Oliver's voice followed him down. Harry alighted from his broom and told it to hover at sitting height, he reached into his satchel for his notebook and quill and as he did so something fell to the ground and to Harry's astonishment he saw a book, `The Book,' thought Harry lying on the grass, the pages pale in the late afternoon light. "What's this?" Oliver bent down to pick up the book, a breeze from nowhere fluttered the pages and then the book lay flat. Oliver handed the book, opened at the page it had come to rest on to Harry who on seeing the page spoke the words printed there without thinking. "Sexus copulates adorus," he read out slowly. A familiar strange tingling started to warm him up, the heat beginning in his groin and spreading rapidly outwards, Harry sighed gently as the special warmth sent the known beginnings of desire rising. "Oh Harry," Oliver stepped forward and Harry felt Oliver's lips on his, the book floated to the ground and remained static, still open at the page Harry had quoted from. Harry's mouth opened to allow Oliver's tongue to slide between his lips, the lessons from the previous night helping him to return the kiss with interest. Oliver's hands slipped down, down inside Harry's shorts and caressed the growing lump his fingers found there. Harry moaned as the delicate touch sent flutterings up and down his spine. He leaned back slightly and his head spun. "Cupidius Erectus Sextus," he whispered this time relishing the surging that took place and stole through him, his expectations developing as his experiences expanded. "Gosh Harry what a decent sized cock you have," sighed Oliver as he dipped his tongue once more into Harry's mouth as his hand fluted up and down the pulsing hot teenage rod he had discovered, his own five incher was also rising and Oliver had never felt as alive as he did at that moment. Oliver had some experience with sex, he had enjoyed the attention of several girls in his home area and his handsome looks and slightly serious manner was quite an attraction in the muggle world. He was no stranger then to the delights of his own body when his lust was stimulated. He had also dallied with some of his Hogwarts feminine colleagues although nothing beyond kissing and fondling, he was totally inexperienced with same sex but with the help of Harry's special book which lay the attractions on him he was more than rising to the occasion. Normally an introspective individual he found himself taking the lead, his hands unbuttoned Harry's long shorts which dropped gently to the ground. He eased back Harry's cloak and it fell to lie on Harry's hovering broom. He tugged up Harry's tabard top and kissed the taut nipples that peaked as his lips suckled and kissed them. His brain registered the difference between the soft palmable peaches of the girls he had known and the firm flesh of Harry's peaked teats and his flatter chest but his current desire was driven with a lust beyond any desire he had felt or enjoyed with a girl. Oliver took a step backwards. It was as though unseen hands worked the buttons and ties as his clothes slid from his taut muscular frame, Oliver stepped out of his shoes which unlaced themselves, his socks slid down and he stepped out of them, he stood naked on the Quidditch practice ground, his entire body on show, his five inch teenage cock pulsing and throbbing, a clear dribble of precum slid down his shaft and bubbled across his churning ballsac. Harry stood opposite him, he was also naked; his thick six inches of fat teenage cock spilling its dew down his shaft and Oliver sank to his knees, his mouth opening to gather the heady nectar. Harry groaned as Oliver's lips kissed and then slid down his dick, the tight kissing touch pushing back his foreskin allowing Oliver's warm breath to caress his sensitive glans, the hot lips closing around his ridge, his tongue lapping at the cockslit savouring the sweet spice honey essence of Harry's precum just made Harry swoon with pleasure. Oliver sucked and swallowed, he did a much better job than any of the girls who had done the same for him, like any prick owner he knew what made cocksucking so special. His head bobbed back and forth, his hands stroked Harry's shaft, the fourteen year old leaning back to rest against his hovering broom which solidly took his weight. Oliver's free hand caressed and cuddled the heavy squidgy ball sac, smoothing and squeezing the two spongy spheres which worked their own magic of reproduction. Harry mewled as the tingling warmth intensified; the waves of sexual ecstasy rolling over and over his entire body, his sensual centre once more on the prodigious prick that blossomed and swelled and pulsed, feeding the suctioning mouth that drooled over the spilling helmet, swallowing the heavenly ambrosia that sent further rushes of flashing ardent lust plunging within both himself and Oliver. Harry stared at the sky above the field; close by the tall imposing towers of Hogwarts School rose high, windows glinting in the afternoon sun, he felt unconcerned at his naked state as the effects of Oliver's oral work provided him with a series of waves of ecstasy and delights. He juddered and shuddered delighting in the exquisite sensations that soared within him, his broom too twitched as it sought to contain his movements whilst supporting its master. Abruptly Harry as he reached a high peak he pushed Oliver's head away from his cock. Staring at the older teenager with a wild strange look in his eyes he reached down into his satchel and removed his special cloak he had placed there. He gestured to Oliver's static broom; it rose at his unspoken command and moved so that it lay alongside his own hovering broom. His gaze turned to Oliver who rose from his knees and then stepping forward leapt and took up a position straddling both brooms; the two besoms jerked slightly but resumed their hovering position. Oliver sat with his back to the handle end, his hands grasping both wooden staffs, his legs hanging down facing the brush end of the brooms. Harry stepped up and sat facing Oliver; the brooms trembled as they adjusted to the combined weights. Harry's cock pointed forwards, he settled himself as Oliver bent forward to take Harry's dick back inside his mouth. Harry sighed as the warmth of Oliver's mouth once more set his pulses racing. Harry flared his Cloak of Invisibility into the air, it settled over them and they disappeared from the sight of any observers. Harry jerked his hips and his cock juddered inside Oliver's hot sucking mouth. Unseen a voice was heard, "Hold Tight," then "Rise," and a misty shimmer wafted across the place where they had been, the shimmer floated and then rose higher. Underneath the cloak Harry sat on the brooms his hands on Oliver's head; his now seven inches of virginal teencock buried to the hilt in Oliver's fellating mouth. As the brooms rose higher and higher Oliver began to suck furiously. Harry Potter about to join the one hundred foot high oral club balanced precariously on the two flying broomsticks moaned gutturally and deeply, his rapacious lust soared as high as they flew upwards. End of Part 3 To Be Continued...??????????????????????? 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Subject: HARRY POTTER AND THE WHIMSICAL INVOCATIONS
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part 3
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From Part Two
On the other side of the shower curtain the rest of Harry's fellow
Gryffindor classmates continued with their customary morning ablutions, no
one appeared to notice that two of them were sharing a cubicle. In the
deserted dormitory there was no one to notice the faint glow that flickered
momentarily underneath Harry's pillow, the pin glow brightened to a flaring
red for just a brief minute second; if he had been there Harry might have
noticed that the surge happened at the precise moment that Ron's lips
kissed his cock.
In the shower Harry sighed softly, the usual sounds from those in the
bathroom covering his murmuring voice. Ron's lips kissed and then slowly
sucked Harry's cock inside his mouth, the lips pressing to ease back his
foreskin so that the moist heat excited the sensitive nerve endings on
Harry's glans. Harry his mind still full of what he and Percy did felt his
cock expand and his balls twitch, the softer touch of Ron's tongue lapping
at his cockslit sent a further chill thrill through his spine. Harry
reached down to stroke Ron's damp ginger spiky hair. `Here we go again,' he
smiled to himself as the tingling itching sensation inside his cock
travelled upwards and outwards, warming him in the new found heat of
hormonal teenage desire. Ron nibbled at the hard ridge of Harry's bellend,
his tongue snaking across the bulbous edge and a searing jolt of desire
blossomed inside Harry's body.
Part Three
Harry sighed as the searing flame sparked and flamed inside him,
the memories and extraordinary delights from the previous night resurfaced
and bled along his veins, his nerves twitching as the lusting plasma beat a
racing pace throughout his body. Ron totally absorbed in his task suckled
Harry's growing rod as though he were a baby at the teat. His face held the
same expression, the total absorption and complete satisfaction as he
nursed the plump mushroom shape, swallowing the heady nectar of Harry's
precum. Harry stroked Ron's head, the damp red curls hung limp and he
absently minded spiked the ginger hairs into a prickly looking array as the
need and lust coursed heavily through his body. Ron lost in his satisfying
task sucked and sucked, gratifying the sweet cockhead his only reason for
existing.
As they stood in the cubicle, the sounds from outside their
enclosure faded, the pitter patter of falling droplets slowed and
dissipated, the misty steamy clouds of vapour surrounded them and they
disappeared inside the wreaths of misted foggy haze. Under Harry's pillow,
the strange book glowed, a blue luminescence sparked between the book's
cover, sparkling cobalt spikes flared unseen in the empty dormitory. Harry
enjoying the wave of sexy tingling that ran along his cock where Ron's
crimson red lips sucked and kissed saw the words of the spell he had used
glow in a blue radiance cloud before his eyes. "Cupidius Erectus," he said
slowly as the words and letters blurred and distorted within the violet
misting radiance, he struggled to distinguish the final letters and then
the blue glow brightened momentarily and he said, "Dectus."
As he spoke he sensed the familiar tingling of the night before
added to the warm moist wetness. As he leaned back against the tiles of the
cubicle he felt the delight inside him grow and grow and then a gurgling
yelping sound broke across his reverie. Blinking open his eyes he saw the
humungous, gargantuan shape of the fleshy tube that now protruded from his
groin, his eyes boggled at the hugeness of the veiny stretched pink plunger
that sprung from his curly nest of dark hairs, a gigantic balloon of
teencock whose tip was hidden inside Ron's bulging mouth. He stared
horrified at his mate. Ron knelt there, a desperate look of panic in his
eyes as his mouth was stretched beyond comprehension. Ron gurgled unable to
form words as his tongue was trapped beneath the monster that impaled his
mouth. He gestured wildly and his eyes blazed the choking message.
Harry tried to move backwards but it appeared that Ron's mouth was
now stuck, the huge cock had stretched his mouth and he was unable to
release it. Harry desperately twitched and jerked his body to no avail, if
anything his titanic dick seemed to slide even further inside Ron's gob,
the sensation of which sent a wave of lusting desire rise within Harry.
"What do I do?" he cried out, forgetting the closeness of the others
in the bathroom. To his consternation no sound could be heard and no one
appeared to pull back the shower curtain. Harry sank back against the
cooling tiles and summoned his energy to attempt to calm down. As his eyes
closed in concentration he once more saw the blue cloud form across the
lids of his closed eyes. Breathing deeply he watched and waited, the clouds
of blue luminescence misted and flowed and then a different phrase
appeared, `Sawllowus, dectus gigantus,' he read and then hurriedly spoke
the words aloud.
Opening his eyes he looked quickly at Ron, Ron who was knelt before
him once more kissing and sucking the huge prong only this time he showed
no reaction to the size of the enormous cock. Harry shivered, terrified and
yet fascinatedly intrigued as he noticed Ron's tongue extend and slide
around his cock, the red pink tongue rasped delightfully against his shaft
and the edge of his foreskin. Harry watched in fascination as Ron's tongue
snaked easily around the fat shaft, reaching completely along the full
length of the pink protuberance. Harry backed away, his cockhead slid out
of Ron's mouth with ease, the full lips allowing the humungous helmet to
slide out, the bloated purpling large heart shape pulsing in the air then
Ron's lips kissed the slit, sending a further rapture flow along Harry's
body but to Harry's eyes Ron's lips were the same size as usual. His tongue
also appeared to be normal sized and normal length but then as Ron's mouth
opened Harry was not sure if it was his fat dick that shrank or Ron's mouth
that expanded but the result was the very effective tongue lashing and
swallowing sensations that followed. `My cock must be at least ten inches
long and goodness knows how wide,' his head spun at the idea and then the
idea followed on in his train of thought, `Dec could be ten,' his head
swam, `last night it was six now its ten. Ohhhh,' he sighed more as a
response to his thoughts than to the lavishing caresses Ron's mouth was
providing.
The tingling delights flowed faster and faster and higher and
higher, once more oblivious to the fact his fellow Gryffindor's were just
beyond the curtain Harry grabbed Ron's sticking out ears and started to ram
his large cock in and out of Ron's suctioning mouth. He saw with amazement
that the huge dick easily slid inside Ron's mouth, rasping delightfully
along the snaky tongue before sliding into the tight and swallowing embrace
of Ron's throat. Slowly it slid past the epiglottis, past the tonsils
straight into Ron's gullet. Ron apparently in a happy stupor took the full
length of the enormous teenrod, swallowing right down to the hairy
base. Harry paused for a moment as Ron's lips kissed his pubic nest, his
dick jerked and twitched as Ron's very tight and velvet like oesophagus
vibrated around his helmet and shaft. Harry tugged at Ron's large ears and
to his extreme pleasure his balls now followed his dick inside Ron's
mouth. The sensation of warm moist heat and the sensual slicking of Ron's
tongue around his teenage spheres was sexily astounding, Harrys eyes glazed
as the sexual joys peaked and peaked higher and higher, his every nerve was
a'tingling and a'glowing and his balls swelled and pulsed and jerked within
the warm wetness of Ron's squelching and adaptive mouth. Harry stood there
with Ron's mouth impaled on his fantastically magically enlarged prick and
wallowed in the heavenly sensations as Ron's muscles massaged the enormous
shaft and bloated glans, swallowing the copious dollops of Harry's juices
as they swam the length of the Olympic swimming-pool sized pipe. Back and
forth Harry worked his hips, the huge dick sliding further inwards and
downwards towards Ron's stomach. His balls ached and swelled as they were
massaged by the swallowing motions and Harry sensed his sperms moving and
spinning as they readied themselves for sexual ejaculation. He reached down
his hand and stroked Ron's throat, sensing and feeling his dick sliding
inside the constriction, his own hand adding a further level of sensual
stroking pleasure to the magical blowjob. Harry grunted as his passionate
lust climbed another cliff of bliss and he twitched and shuddered as the
wave took hold and spiked delightfully.
Harry quivering leaned against the cooling tiles, tiles which were
warm to the touch and stroked Ron's spiked hair. Ron started to bob his
head faster taking over the movements necessary to bring Harry to his
teenage joys. The waves of tingling passion and exciting feelings mounted
and mounted and Harry stretched on tiptoe as his body responded to the
whirling ecstasies and thrills that spun and jolted like electric shocks
through his body. His hips thrust deeper and deeper and Ron's magnificent
throat contained and cajoled his sensitive nerves, slavering and squeezing
them brining even more exquisite exultations and rapture to pleasure his
body.
"Faster, faster, stronger," Harry moaned as the brilliant cosmic
scene before his eyes glittered and flared, the warming tingles becoming
the hot lava flow that he recalled from Percy's administrations. Ron
apparently in his own stupor swiftly complied, his squelching throat
compressing tighter around Harry's gigantic dick and doing so with
comparative ease.
His efforts proved quickly fruitful, Harry ran through the exquisite
delights of the blowjob as the end was achieved. Harry tensed and arched
his back as he felt the acute tingling joys spread through him as his
sperms rocketed along the vast length of his prick before spurting into the
dank delight of Ron's gullet. He cried out and moaned, growling deeply and
with complete abandon as the sensual heights were exploding within him and
within Ron's mouth.
Ron swallowed the salty spicy juices, suckled and cleaned the
final traces of Harry's sperms and stood up. Harry blinked once twice and
whispered, "seductes returnus" as he spoke he too shook his head as the
blue clouds reappeared and wafted mistily about them, a ghostly voice
sounded, the voice a crooning moan, `Timus returnus, memorias forgetus' and
as the violet mists dissipated Harry shook his head and stared at his best
mate.
"Your hair is all spiky," he said mystified.
Ron placed his hand on his head, "What the, how did that
happen. Fuck are the twins up to their tricks again," he fisted his hands.
"Come on Ron we'll be late," Harry splashed the dripping shower
spray towards Ron who shook as the droplets hit him.
The two stepped out of the shower re-joining their fellow
Gryffindor colleagues who were still labouring to finish their
ablutions. Harry gazed at himself in the mirror, a half remembered thought
crossed his mind and he jerked and looked down at his body, his teenage
dick hung just as it normally did, `seems smaller,' was his thought and
then another image flashed across his mind. He looked sideways in the
mirror where he could see Ron furiously towelling his head.
"There that's better," Ron grinned his red locks a frizzled mess
and then he unconcerned took a comb and struggled to comb his hair into its
proper state. He caught sight of Harry's expression in his mirror. "You
alright Harry?" he asked and he smiled, for a brief micro second Harry
thought he saw Ron's smile lengthen and widen, spreading beyond the bounds
of his facial structure and then as he blinked his eyes all he could see
was Ron grinning at him. Harry shook his head and turned away from the
mirror and towards Ron. It was the normal usual Ron who stood there.
"Get a move on Second Years," Oliver Wood fully dressed, his
cloak billowing around him called from the doorway, "You should be lining
up at the door by now," he turned his head, "teenagers," he said
contemptuously as he strode towards the straggling line of students by the
Fat Lady's picture.
Hermione stared at Ron, `there's something odd here,' she thought
and then as Harry appeared behind Ron she twitched, a strange iciness ran
down her backbone, goosebumps appeared on her arms and she felt a cold
breeze waft past her.
"Oh it's you," Ron gave her his usual glare.
"Good morning to you too," she calmly replied.
"Morning Hermione," Harry grinned, his glasses reflecting the
lights and he stepped between them and grabbed them by their arms. "Potions
await," he stepped forward almost dragging them with him.
Professor Snape strode around the benches checking the simmering
cauldrons. He leaned over Hermione's mixture.
"A touch more dankweed Miss Grainger," he intimated, his nose
sniffing the acrid aroma, "we want the potion's effects to last longer than
a few seconds." He moved on ignoring Harry's and Ron's efforts. At Malfoy's
bench he stared at the cauldron, `Why on earth is his mixture glowing
crimson?' he asked himself but before he could move closer a commotion from
the back of the room disturbed him.
"Sir, Sir Professor," Seamus wailed, a trail of green vapour was
rising from his bubbling cauldron and it formed itself into an expanding
bubble of glowing green mist. "What do I do, Professor?" Seamus raised his
wand in a defensive tentative posture.
"No, no don't," Snape snarled but his voice prompted Seamus to
push his wand directly into the bubble which deflated with a snarly hissing
sound, and the issuing green smoke wound itself around Seamus's wand, along
his arm and under his cloak. Snape grabbed at Seamus's arm his wand at the
ready but he saw it was too late, the smoke snaked round Seamus's neck and
then as the boy cried out in horror, the misty tail entered his
mouth. Seamus swallowed unable to help himself and then he whirled,
twisted, his body rising in the air about six inches and then he dropped
back down. Snape held him firm, muttering words as he tapped Seamus with
his wand, a flash of green light flickered into a bright green flare, it's
verdant glare flashed blindingly for a moment and when everyone's eyes
cleared Seamus stood on his feet. A gasp went round the room, Malfoys group
making more of a laughing gasp as everyone could see the change in
Seamus. His head disfigured, the spiralling ball of green mist had changed
his appearance and Seamus Finnegan now sported bulging froggy eyes, froggy
lips and his voice had a croaky edge to it.
"To the infirmary boy," Snape grunted, "I have done what I can to
lessen the effect. Professor Sprout will be able to return you to normal,
although some might think it an improvement. Go boy," he waved his hand and
Seamus hopped towards the door.
"Poor Seamus," sighed Hermione.
"Just Seamus's luck that's all," Ron commented.
"Finnegan exploding again, just what you'd expect from a
leprechaun," chortled Malfoy and Hermione glared at him.
"You're no pot of gold yourself Draco," she hissed and muttering
under her breath pointed her wand at Malfoy's table under her own table.
"Oh, ohh, no, noooooooo," yelped Draco as his bubbling cauldron
tipped to one side, its contents falling onto the wooden surface, as the
concoction landed a cloud of reddish mist floated into the air, tinged with
a green edging and a strong stink of rotting compost spread into the air
around the laboratory.
"MALFOY!" Professor Snape's screamed loudly as the Professor
jerked his wand at the growing glowing cloud. A bright flash followed, the
students all jumping to their feet as the greeney-red vapour disappeared
with a bright crimson flare that made everyone blink their eyes. `It should
not have done that,' Snape thought to himself as with another wave of his
wand the growing stench was replaced with the earthy tones of cut grass. He
stared at Draco who stood by his desk his face a brilliant red and his ears
now covered with a green taint. "BOY!" Snape thundered, "I do not know
what's got into you today but away with you too. You too can join Mr
Finnegan in Professor Sprout's infirmary." A wave of his hands and Draco
found himself propelled towards the door, a faint wisp of the red and green
vapour steamed off him as he moved and evaporated into the air behind
him. The laboratory door flew open and then slammed shut behind the
disappearing Malfoy. Snape moved close to Malfoy's table, he sniffed
carefully at the congealing lumpy mess on the table. `Chilli' he thought to
himself wondering where on earth Malfoy would have found chilli to add into
his ingredients for the potion. A wave of his hand and the table was
cleared of the disgusting concoction. He turned back to the class.
"Resume," he ordered in a flat tone. The students bent over their
respective cauldrons.
Percy Weasley made himself comfortable in the library and opened
the large tome he had removed from the shelf. `Let's see now I was reading
Chapter ten,' he mused to himself as he turned the pages until the required
page was found. Silently he found his marker, removed it for later use and
commenced reading. A cold blast of air wound around his legs as the library
door was opened. "Chilly," Percy mumbled and grabbed his robe to pull it
tighter around him, as he did he felt the icy draught waft over his thighs,
looking down he was distraught to see his trousers had
disappeared. Uttering a cry which brought a chorus of `Shh's' from nearby
students Percy bent down to tug his trousers back into place. `Where on
earth are my underpants,' he thought as he eased his trousers back over his
thighs and closed the fly. As he zipped himself up he touched his prick
through the material and a sensation of desiring memory slid into his
mind. "Why am I thinking of Harry Potter," he spoke aloud without knowing.
"Master Weasley," Irma Pince, Hogwarts Librarian hissed into his
ear, "if you cannot study in quiet then I suggest you return to your House
and study there," she clipped him around the ear as though he was a first
year which made Percy redden with embarrassment.
"S, ,s, sorry Miss Pince," Percy was aghast at his composure and
grabbing his books, returned the book he was studying to its' place on the
shelf and hurried back to the safety of the Gryffindor common-room.
Once inside Gryffindor House he hurried to his dorm where he saw to
his consternation his usual underpants, the Mrs Weasley white pants glowing
at him from the end of the bed where he had placed them when getting ready
to dress. `How odd?' he thought and packing them away for use the next day
he packed his satchel ready for the next day. `Just time to study those
spells,' he decided and made his way to the common-room where he slid into
one of the desks reserved for senior boys. Percy opened his textbook and
started to re-read and memorise the complicated mental preparing as well as
the necessary wording for the more difficult work on Apparating. A clatter
of shoes caused him to look up and he muttered as the group of younger
students gathered around one of the long tables and spread out their books
and then it was the sound of quills scratching as the nibs caught on the
paper. He noticed another set of footsteps but ignored them and then a hand
was placed on his shoulder.
"Percy, Percy, what on earth are you doing?"
Percy looked up at his fellow classmate and dorm mate Oliver Wood
who was staring at him.
"Wood, I am trying to memorise Apparting methodology," he was his
usual snobby self.
"But Percy you're naked, again, honestly this is the second time
and whilst it may be acceptable in the bathroom it is not in the common
room," Oliver reached down and pulled up Percy's cloak which had slipped
down his seat.
"WHAAAAATTTT" Percy jumped to his feet which was unfortunate as it
meant that all the others in the room turned to stare at him and all eyes
could now see that all he appeared to be wearing was his cloak, once more
his clothes had been lost somewhere.
"Percy, cover up, there are female students here," Oliver moved to
place himself in front of his offending colleague, "Really what is the
matter with you, your normally so prudish about bearing your body," Oliver
spread his own cloak wide as Percy struggled to wind and tie his own robe
around his nudity.
Percy red faced and pink with embarrassment all over his body
grabbed his books and stormed out of the room, ignoring the cat calls and
looks from his junior colleagues. He could hear the comments, "Did you
see," "Percy Weasley was naked under his cloak," "See I told you Weasleys
are red all over," "To small for a wand was that," which followed him up
the stairs where he threw himself on his bed. Still blushing and still very
red in all places he resumed his studying.
A short time later Oliver Wood entered the dorm to change and get
ready for his Quidditch practice. He stared at Percy who was completely
naked and lying on his bed, his pink backside two plump chicken breasts
that glowed back at him. `Oh Percy' he thought and ignoring his naked dorm
mate he changed quickly.
Harry looked up from his book, he was lying on his bed, he was
supposed to be studying his spelling, his textbook lay opened on the bed
beside him but in fat he was engrossed in the tome he had hidden under his
bed. `I still don't understand half of this,' he told himself as he turned
the pages, sensing the powerful magic contained within the spells, it drove
him further into the book. Harry read on somehow unable to resist the urge
that rose up within himself to delve further inside the spells, turned the
pages almost reluctantly. The common-room clock struck the half hour and
Harry sat up.
"Quidditch Broomstick practice," he said aloud, noting the memory
spell to remind him about the extra sessions Oliver had arranged was
working well.
Harry gathered his equipment, the book to take notes, his wand in
case of trouble, his hand hesitated on the cover of the book, `Don't need
that,' he said and then he turned to his storage chest. Kneeling down he
took his cloak of invisibility out and placed it in his satchel. Grabbing
his broomstick he headed out towards the practice ground.
"Come on Harry, we need to practice those quick turns and spins,"
Oliver Wood beckoned at Harry who dropped his satchel by Oliver's.
The two rose into the air on their brooms and commenced the first
of the runs. Harry enjoyed the rush of air past his ears and hair as he
chased Oliver's brushtail as close as possible.
"This could be handy in a seeker chase," his voice spoke close to
Harry's ear and Harry listened intently at the instructions. "It could also
help in bad weather play when speed is of the utmost," Oliver continued,
"using your opponents speed and body to preserve your own energy and body
heat."
The two brooms rose higher and higher and then Oliver spiralled
down, Harry close beside him as they attempted several sharp turning
movements, on one occasion both trying several three hundred and sixty
degree turns as they sought to fly behind one another.
"You're getting better at this trick," Oliver complimented Harry
who beamed happily at praise from his idol. "Now let's try the trickier one
hundred and eighty turn."
Harry gripped his broomstick tightly, the one hundred and eighty
turn required great skill and command to get the broomstick to stop and
reverse position, such sudden sideways moves and reverses were difficult
even for the most experienced of riders and Harry knew he still had much to
learn. The manoeuvre was practised several times at just above ground level
and at a slow speed.
"Teach your broom, let it know and learn from you as much as you
learn from it," Oliver explained. "All the professional riders have brooms
made especially for them and some even visit the forest where the trees are
grown to make contact with the wood as it grows. The commercial contracts
are such that they often have to visit several forests run by the
manufacturers who are all hopeful of the success that the professional
riders reflect on their products."
Harry held his broom sensing the power within the weathered
mahogany of his Nimbus 2000 and bent his head to the head; he laid his
cheek against the wood, the wood warm from his touch felt sensual, he
inhaled the warmth, it was comforting and in some small way exciting.
"Faster now Potter," Oliver grinned and tapped Harry's strong wiry
brushy twigs with his own and then the lesson continued, Oliver taking
Harry higher and higher as the rapid spinning turning became easier and
simpler. Harry felt his Nimbus living up to its name; it leapt in his hands
eagerly seeking the change of position and bucked swiftly, Harry almost
lying vertical with the broom as it swivelled.
"Harry that's awesome riding," Oliver he noticed was hovering a few
feet away as he watched his pupil master the difficult manoeuvre, "but
vertically, that looks," he hesitated for a moment, "it looks showy, I'm
not sure it would work as Seeker chasing," he grinned, "but it would
distract the other Quidditch players, not the least our own. We need to let
them see that or else they might be put off their game as well as our
opponents." He checked the Hogwarts clockface, "Time for a quick in and out
of the towers before we finish," Oliver turned his broom towards the tall
wooden towers of the distant Quidditch court.
"I just want to make a few notes first please Oliver," Harry
drifted down towards his satchel.
"Okay I could do with a break anyway," Oliver's voice followed him
down.
Harry alighted from his broom and told it to hover at sitting
height, he reached into his satchel for his notebook and quill and as he
did so something fell to the ground and to Harry's astonishment he saw a
book, `The Book,' thought Harry lying on the grass, the pages pale in the
late afternoon light.
"What's this?" Oliver bent down to pick up the book, a breeze
from nowhere fluttered the pages and then the book lay flat. Oliver handed
the book, opened at the page it had come to rest on to Harry who on seeing
the page spoke the words printed there without thinking.
"Sexus copulates adorus," he read out slowly.
A familiar strange tingling started to warm him up, the heat
beginning in his groin and spreading rapidly outwards, Harry sighed gently
as the special warmth sent the known beginnings of desire rising.
"Oh Harry," Oliver stepped forward and Harry felt Oliver's lips on
his, the book floated to the ground and remained static, still open at the
page Harry had quoted from.
Harry's mouth opened to allow Oliver's tongue to slide between his
lips, the lessons from the previous night helping him to return the kiss
with interest. Oliver's hands slipped down, down inside Harry's shorts and
caressed the growing lump his fingers found there. Harry moaned as the
delicate touch sent flutterings up and down his spine. He leaned back
slightly and his head spun.
"Cupidius Erectus Sextus," he whispered this time relishing the
surging that took place and stole through him, his expectations developing
as his experiences expanded.
"Gosh Harry what a decent sized cock you have," sighed Oliver as he
dipped his tongue once more into Harry's mouth as his hand fluted up and
down the pulsing hot teenage rod he had discovered, his own five incher was
also rising and Oliver had never felt as alive as he did at that moment.
Oliver had some experience with sex, he had enjoyed the attention
of several girls in his home area and his handsome looks and slightly
serious manner was quite an attraction in the muggle world. He was no
stranger then to the delights of his own body when his lust was
stimulated. He had also dallied with some of his Hogwarts feminine
colleagues although nothing beyond kissing and fondling, he was totally
inexperienced with same sex but with the help of Harry's special book which
lay the attractions on him he was more than rising to the
occasion. Normally an introspective individual he found himself taking the
lead, his hands unbuttoned Harry's long shorts which dropped gently to the
ground. He eased back Harry's cloak and it fell to lie on Harry's hovering
broom. He tugged up Harry's tabard top and kissed the taut nipples that
peaked as his lips suckled and kissed them. His brain registered the
difference between the soft palmable peaches of the girls he had known and
the firm flesh of Harry's peaked teats and his flatter chest but his
current desire was driven with a lust beyond any desire he had felt or
enjoyed with a girl.
Oliver took a step backwards. It was as though unseen hands worked
the buttons and ties as his clothes slid from his taut muscular frame,
Oliver stepped out of his shoes which unlaced themselves, his socks slid
down and he stepped out of them, he stood naked on the Quidditch practice
ground, his entire body on show, his five inch teenage cock pulsing and
throbbing, a clear dribble of precum slid down his shaft and bubbled across
his churning ballsac. Harry stood opposite him, he was also naked; his
thick six inches of fat teenage cock spilling its dew down his shaft and
Oliver sank to his knees, his mouth opening to gather the heady nectar.
Harry groaned as Oliver's lips kissed and then slid down his dick,
the tight kissing touch pushing back his foreskin allowing Oliver's warm
breath to caress his sensitive glans, the hot lips closing around his
ridge, his tongue lapping at the cockslit savouring the sweet spice honey
essence of Harry's precum just made Harry swoon with pleasure. Oliver
sucked and swallowed, he did a much better job than any of the girls who
had done the same for him, like any prick owner he knew what made
cocksucking so special. His head bobbed back and forth, his hands stroked
Harry's shaft, the fourteen year old leaning back to rest against his
hovering broom which solidly took his weight. Oliver's free hand caressed
and cuddled the heavy squidgy ball sac, smoothing and squeezing the two
spongy spheres which worked their own magic of reproduction. Harry mewled
as the tingling warmth intensified; the waves of sexual ecstasy rolling
over and over his entire body, his sensual centre once more on the
prodigious prick that blossomed and swelled and pulsed, feeding the
suctioning mouth that drooled over the spilling helmet, swallowing the
heavenly ambrosia that sent further rushes of flashing ardent lust plunging
within both himself and Oliver.
Harry stared at the sky above the field; close by the tall imposing
towers of Hogwarts School rose high, windows glinting in the afternoon sun,
he felt unconcerned at his naked state as the effects of Oliver's oral work
provided him with a series of waves of ecstasy and delights. He juddered
and shuddered delighting in the exquisite sensations that soared within
him, his broom too twitched as it sought to contain his movements whilst
supporting its master. Abruptly Harry as he reached a high peak he pushed
Oliver's head away from his cock. Staring at the older teenager with a wild
strange look in his eyes he reached down into his satchel and removed his
special cloak he had placed there.
He gestured to Oliver's static broom; it rose at his unspoken
command and moved so that it lay alongside his own hovering broom. His gaze
turned to Oliver who rose from his knees and then stepping forward leapt
and took up a position straddling both brooms; the two besoms jerked
slightly but resumed their hovering position. Oliver sat with his back to
the handle end, his hands grasping both wooden staffs, his legs hanging
down facing the brush end of the brooms. Harry stepped up and sat facing
Oliver; the brooms trembled as they adjusted to the combined
weights. Harry's cock pointed forwards, he settled himself as Oliver bent
forward to take Harry's dick back inside his mouth. Harry sighed as the
warmth of Oliver's mouth once more set his pulses racing.
Harry flared his Cloak of Invisibility into the air, it settled
over them and they disappeared from the sight of any observers. Harry
jerked his hips and his cock juddered inside Oliver's hot sucking mouth.
Unseen a voice was heard, "Hold Tight," then "Rise," and a misty
shimmer wafted across the place where they had been, the shimmer floated
and then rose higher. Underneath the cloak Harry sat on the brooms his
hands on Oliver's head; his now seven inches of virginal teencock buried to
the hilt in Oliver's fellating mouth. As the brooms rose higher and higher
Oliver began to suck furiously.
Harry Potter about to join the one hundred foot high oral club balanced
precariously on the two flying broomsticks moaned gutturally and deeply,
his rapacious lust soared as high as they flew upwards.
End of Part 3
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/shawn-mendes-experience/shawn-mendes-experience-3 | Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2019 12:21:54 +0000 From: Jj Rivers Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience 3 This is not real. Its fiction. Please donate to nifty. It had been a long time since Shawn and Jason had seen each other. Shawn had been busy traveling the world and performing. Jason was working his two jobs. It had been a good seven months before Shawn would reach out to Jason. Jason replied he was working but could maybe come by after work. Shawn said it would be great. Jason texted a few hours later that he was done work. Where should i go texted Jason? Shawn gave Jason the address. Jason showed up promptly thirty minutes later. Jason asked to grab a shower. Shawn got extra towels from the maid. Shawn was nervous... He got undressed and went in the shower behind Jason. Jason was startled. He looks at Shawn. Shawn makes the first move and kisses Jason. Jason at first didnt kiss back. But then his did. 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Shawn does his best to lick and tongue fuck Jasons hole. Just fuck me Shawn... Fuck me begs Jason so horny for a dick in his ass. Jason wasnt much of a bottom but when he was he was like a bitch in heat. Shawn lubes Jasons hole and his cock. He was worrying he wouldnt do it right. But he had watched porn and went for it. He slowly shoves his hard bare cock inside Jason. They both moan. The tightness and warmness of Jasons hole makes Shanw shove the rest of his cock all the way inside Jason. Jason screams in pain and pleasure. Shawn couldnt believe how good Jasons ass felt. Fuckkkk he moans in ecstasy. Feels so good admits Shawn outloud. Shawn fucks Jason quickly. Wow... Slow down cowboy begs Jason. It just feels so damn good admits Shawn. I want to enjoy this, if you keep going too fast youll cum too quick says Jason. Shawn knew Jason was right but this was just too amazing and didnt want it to end. Shawn slows down and slowly fucks Jason. You like it asks Jason. Ohhh... Yes... I do... Soooo good moans Shawn happily. Jason makes sure to keep his asshole tight for Shawn. Squeezing at the right time. Driving Shawn insane. Ohhh... Im... Gonna... Groans Shawn. Cum inside me begs Jason... Aaarrrrggggghhhh yells Shawn exploding his huge thick creamy hot load inside Jasons begging hole. Shawns body shakes in ecstasy. He collapses on Jasons back. Exhausted. Jasons cock is rock hard.... They both fall on the bed. Wow moans Shawn. Jason smiles. Shawn then looks at Jason... Jasons cock... You wanna cum asks Shawn? Sure says Jason. Shawn swallows the lump that builds in his throat. You can fuck me says Shawn nervously. Jason smiles... After cumming... Itll hurt more says Jason. Oh... Says Shawn confused. Jason smiles. Its ok... Dont worry about it says Jason. They lay there quietly for a few minutes... Did you like my ass asks Jason. Shawn smiles happily... Yes... Very says Shawn. Jason laughs. Well next time your in town maybe ill let you fuck me again says Jason feeling his hole begin to leak Shawn humoungous load. Im not leaving for another day says Shawn happily. Jason smiles. Whar time you leave asks Jason? Wednesday arouns fourish says Shawn. Jason smiles. Its my day off tomorrow... Says Jason winking at Shawn. Shawn blushes. They soon fall asleep... Shawn wakes up. Its nine pm. He looks over at Jason. He smiles. He grabs the phone and orders room service for the both of them. When room service arrives Shawn brings it in not wanting the concierge to see Jason naked in his bed and exposing him. The concierge looks at him wierd. Im starving says Shawn matter of factly. He tips the concierge and brings the food in. Jason slowly wakes up to the smell of food and coffee. They eat. Then Shawn gets on top of Jason. They kiss. Jasons hands roams Shawns amazing body. Then his ass. Shawn was really nervous about this. Would he let Jason fuck his virgin ass? He wasnt sure. Part of him really wanted it but some part didnt. What if it hurt? What if he couldnt take it, would Jason be mad? Would Jason keep going even though Shawn asked him to stop? Too much was going through his head. He didnt know what to do. But one thing he did notice was Jasons cock was rock hard and it was ready to go... Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my way. jJ | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2019 12:21:54 +0000
From: Jj Rivers <[email protected]>
Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience 3
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It had been a long time since Shawn and Jason had seen each other. Shawn
had been busy traveling the world and performing. Jason was working his two
jobs.
It had been a good seven months before Shawn would reach out to
Jason. Jason replied he was working but could maybe come by after
work. Shawn said it would be great.
Jason texted a few hours later that he was done work. Where should i go
texted Jason? Shawn gave Jason the address. Jason showed up promptly thirty
minutes later. Jason asked to grab a shower. Shawn got extra towels from
the maid.
Shawn was nervous... He got undressed and went in the shower behind
Jason. Jason was startled. He looks at Shawn. Shawn makes the first move
and kisses Jason. Jason at first didnt kiss back. But then his did. He
wrapped his arms around Shawn. They kissed like two horny teenagers. Jasons
lips felt so good on his. Wrapped in his arms. Shawns knees felt weak.
Shawn had dreams/fantasies about Jason. Sucking his cock til he came into
his mouth. Fucking Jason. Jason slowly fucking him. Sucking his cock like
he did last time.
Shawn was on the road he barely had time to jack off. He hadnt cum in
weeks. His dick was rock hard. Shawn got to his knees and took Jasons cock
into his inexperienced mouth. He wanted desperately to make Jason cum but
he remembered Jason never really came from blowjobs. He wished he could
practice more but he didnt have anyone he could practice on. He didnt want
his personal life to be in the lime light. He knew what he signed up for
but he didnt want to ruin his carrer or Jasons.
Shawn made sure to cover his teeths. He took more and more of Jasons
cock. About half of it before he started choking. But that didnt stop
Shawn. He kept sucking. Jason was moaning. Shawn smiled to himself knowing
he was making Jason feel good.
After a few minutes Jason stopped the water. Shawn looked at him
confused. Jason brings Shawn up. They look at each other. Jason kisses
Shawn passionatly. Jasons tongue entering Shawns. Oh God... This was
amazing thought Shawn... They got out of the shower. Dried themselves and
fell on the bed. They kept kissing. Jason kissing Shawns neck driving him
crazy. Jason kisses lower until he gets to Shawns hard precuming
cock. Jason begins to suck Shawn. It feels amazing. Then Jason licks Shawns
balls. Then goes even lower and begins to rim Shawn sending him into a
frenzy. It tickles but feels soooo good too. Then Jasons tongue slips into
Shawns tight hole. Shawns moaning louder and louder. Jason stops and
smiles. Shawn looks at Jason with lust in his eyes. You wanna fuck me asks
Jason? Shawn quickly says yes. Jason gets on all fours. Shawns about to
lube Jason but decides to rim him first. Jason is surprised. Oohhhh moans
Jason. Shawn does his best to lick and tongue fuck Jasons hole. Just fuck
me Shawn... Fuck me begs Jason so horny for a dick in his ass.
Jason wasnt much of a bottom but when he was he was like a bitch in
heat. Shawn lubes Jasons hole and his cock. He was worrying he wouldnt do
it right. But he had watched porn and went for it. He slowly shoves his
hard bare cock inside Jason. They both moan. The tightness and warmness of
Jasons hole makes Shanw shove the rest of his cock all the way inside
Jason. Jason screams in pain and pleasure. Shawn couldnt believe how good
Jasons ass felt. Fuckkkk he moans in ecstasy. Feels so good admits Shawn
outloud. Shawn fucks Jason quickly. Wow... Slow down cowboy begs Jason. It
just feels so damn good admits Shawn. I want to enjoy this, if you keep
going too fast youll cum too quick says Jason. Shawn knew Jason was right
but this was just too amazing and didnt want it to end. Shawn slows down
and slowly fucks Jason. You like it asks Jason. Ohhh... Yes... I
do... Soooo good moans Shawn happily. Jason makes sure to keep his asshole
tight for Shawn. Squeezing at the right time. Driving Shawn
insane. Ohhh... Im... Gonna... Groans Shawn. Cum inside me begs
Jason... Aaarrrrggggghhhh yells Shawn exploding his huge thick creamy hot
load inside Jasons begging hole. Shawns body shakes in ecstasy. He
collapses on Jasons back. Exhausted. Jasons cock is rock hard.... They both
fall on the bed. Wow moans Shawn. Jason smiles. Shawn then looks at
Jason... Jasons cock... You wanna cum asks Shawn? Sure says Jason. Shawn
swallows the lump that builds in his throat. You can fuck me says Shawn
nervously. Jason smiles... After cumming... Itll hurt more says
Jason. Oh... Says Shawn confused. Jason smiles. Its ok... Dont worry about
it says Jason. They lay there quietly for a few minutes... Did you like my
ass asks Jason. Shawn smiles happily... Yes... Very says Shawn. Jason
laughs. Well next time your in town maybe ill let you fuck me again says
Jason feeling his hole begin to leak Shawn humoungous load. Im not leaving
for another day says Shawn happily. Jason smiles. Whar time you leave asks
Jason? Wednesday arouns fourish says Shawn. Jason smiles. Its my day off
tomorrow... Says Jason winking at Shawn. Shawn blushes.
They soon fall asleep... Shawn wakes up. Its nine pm. He looks over at
Jason. He smiles. He grabs the phone and orders room service for the both
of them. When room service arrives Shawn brings it in not wanting the
concierge to see Jason naked in his bed and exposing him. The concierge
looks at him wierd. Im starving says Shawn matter of factly. He tips the
concierge and brings the food in.
Jason slowly wakes up to the smell of food and coffee. They eat. Then Shawn
gets on top of Jason. They kiss. Jasons hands roams Shawns amazing body.
Then his ass. Shawn was really nervous about this. Would he let Jason fuck
his virgin ass? He wasnt sure. Part of him really wanted it but some part
didnt. What if it hurt? What if he couldnt take it, would Jason be mad?
Would Jason keep going even though Shawn asked him to stop? Too much was
going through his head. He didnt know what to do. But one thing he did
notice was Jasons cock was rock hard and it was ready to go...
Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my
way. jJ
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/harry-potter-and-the-whimsical-invocations/harry-potter-and-the-whimsical-invocations-2 | Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2017 15:17:48 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: Harry Potter and Whimsical Invocations Part Two Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part Two � Van T Z Boi 2017 (Harry Potter etc is and remains the property of J K Rowling. My profuse apologies to the author and I hope all nifty readers with keep this magical secret life of Mr Potter to themselves.) (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address [email protected]. Now wands at the ready do please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) "Oh Harry what a beautiful cock," Harry's mouth fell open as Percy's pyjamas seemed to fall of his body, the plain blue cotton top unbuttoning by itself and sliding down his arms, the pyjama bottoms flopping open at the fly and dropping down to his ankles and then naked he knelt down before Harry's open legs. "It's so beautiful I must kiss it," Percy whispered. Harry's mouth dropped open even more as Percy now bent forward and kissed his cock. Harry felt the unique touch of soft warm lips on his foreskin and he sighed. He leaned back on the sofa and saw his own pyjama top unbutton and slide away from his body, Harry caught his breath, amazed that he was completely naked and alone with Percy Weasley who was similarly naked. Percy's mouth moved to encircle Harry's cock head; swiftly the fleshy tube filled with blood and pulsed upwards. Harry could not see how much it grew because as his cock swelled it expanded fully inside Percy's sucking mouth. Harry trembled as the first shivers of sexual delight edged along his teenage hormone activated nerves. Percy swirled his tongue around the tip of Harry's cock, savouring the sweet butterbeer taste of Harry's pre-cum. He swallowed the sugary honeyed liquid and Harry moaned as he felt the extraordinary effect of Percy's swallowing on his cock head. Percy bobbed up and down on the mouth filling delicacy that he found so exciting. At the back of his mind a small but very quiet voice was saying `What are you doing?' but he ignored it, he felt impelled to suck the beautiful teenage rod that now filled his mouth and slid partly into his throat, slid it must be said with magical ease as Percy felt no need to gag at all as the thick pole moved effortlessly inside his mouth. `Wow, oh wow,' Harry thought to himself as Percy continued to suck his newly grown cock. He never questioned as to how Percy seemed to know exactly what to do, all he knew was that new amazing sensations and feelings were coursing around his body and mind and he did not want them to stop. Percy appeared to know exactly when to stop and when to speed up, his tongue was an absolute delight as it licked, slobbered and tickled his glans, running so gently up and down the split and tickling gently at his tiny pee hole. Every now and then Percy would lift his head and kiss the gleaming tip. "So beautiful," he would murmur and would then sink back on the throbbing teen meat his avaricious swirling tongue rasping over and across and around the plump heart-shaped glans, dipping gently in between the parted cockslit lips. The warm heat that coursed through Harry's inexperienced teenage body became hotter, the tingling warmth emanating from the tip of his teenrod, down the silky satiny shaft, around and through his two gonads, tingling and tickling in the most awesomely delightful way. Harry moaned as the prickling heat rushed through his torso, his belly button tickled with an unexpected twinge, a delicious ache that complimented the other sensual tinglings'. He noticed his nipples ached delightfully too and as if he knew it was needed, Percy's fingertips stroked and caressed and squeezed the pointed teats with just the right amount of pressure to enhance the wonderful sensual delights. Percy kissed the drooling cocktip again, the tip oozing another slurp of the tasty pre cum; driven by a strange internal desire he leaned up and suckled gently at the two teats, nipping them professionally with just his pursed lips, biting the points with firm lips before slaving his tongue tip over the sensitive teat splits. Harry growled as this produced yet another amazing rushing wave of thrilling delight, he felt the soft hairs on his arms rise slightly, his eyelashes felt as though they too were straining to curl at the end and the hairs on the back of his neck stuck straight outwards, he could feel the heat from the fire waft through them and it helped produce goosebumps down his backbone. Harry strained upwards from the sofa; his torso slightly elevated against the pressure of Percy's naked body, he experienced and enjoyed the new to him sexy sensation of naked skin against naked skin. His teendick trapped between their bodies frotted between their grinding bodies sent more and more tingling itching waves upwards; Harry was almost sure that somehow Percy's stomach was forming a groove, an open furrow for his cock to be caressed with. He looked downwards, `Percy is making me feel amazing,' the thought never crossed his mind that normally Percy was usually more distant with him. Percy looked up from where he was still kissing Harry's pointing teats, a sudden look crossed Percy's eyes, a blazing look of strange intensity. Harry unused to what a body could do when aroused to such great heights was unable to read the look but somehow he sensed it boded well. Percy kissed upwards, his lips granting butterfly kisses to Harry's silken skin. He nibbled along Harry's chin, licking at the bulge of Harry's Adams apple and then his lips closed on Harry's. It was lucky that Harry was sitting open mouthed when Percy kissed him as Percy's tongue snaked straight inside his mouth. The moist touch as his own tongue experienced Percy's tongue tip licking across his tastebuds sent further hot jolts of desire rampaging through Harry's teenage system. Not completely understanding why Harry kissed back, his tongue duelling with Percy's before he became dominant and he tongue fucked another person for the first time, this unexpected action produced another hot drive within him and Percy opened his mouth and his throat as a tongue for the first time fucked away inside his throat. Harry wound his arms around Percy to pull him tighter; he knew he needed to get his tongue even further inside the tight constriction. Percy continued to allow the intrusion, breathing easily without knowing how he was doing it. All his brain knew was that he had to service the owner of the most amazing and wonderful cock he had ever seen, in his mind it was even better than his own and despite it being the only other cock he had ever touched yet it was the most important thing in his world at that moment. All thoughts of reporting Harry's breaking of the bedtime rules flew out of the window along with all his other natural inclinations, Percy wanted cock and the only cock he wanted was Harry Potter's and here it was in his smoothing hand. Harry felt a strong demand arising from his groin, further messages were emanating from his balls and shaft. Instinctively he pushed Percy's head downwards, the older teenager happily opening wide to accept the drooling pink thick shaft that awaited him. Up and down he plunged, each time it appeared the delightful, delicious cock he was servicing was getting further and further inside him and he wanted it, desired it, needed it desperately, it was a lifelong objective now in his mind and more importantly in his mouth. Harry lay back against the sofa relishing the wave after wave of hot tingling jolts that raced and coursed through him. He basked in the heat of the fire in front of him and the one that had started in his balls and now rose to engulf him. Percy's head became a blur as he fucked his face against the hard satiny steely shaft that speared him, the swollen cockhead easily piercing his throat, the membranes closing tight to further caress the sensitive nerves than ran under the purple pink coloured skin. Faster and faster and harder and harder Percy face fucked himself against Harry Potters wonderful teenage prong, despite never having done such a thing in his life he now sucked with a gusto as though his life, nay his very existence depended on it. Harry gave into the wild abandon that enthralled him; he thrashed about on the sofa, his body thrusting upwards into the vacuum of Percy's oral orifice, his whole being enslaved to the sensory sexual sensuality that held him hormonally spellbound. His centre of existence now the tingling itch that required scratching, a sucking scratching that only Percy could provide. Wave after wave of heated tingles bounced upwards and around and through him, flashes and glitters from stars he had never known in the night sky flashed across his eyes, an array of brilliant comets that orbited around and through him, flickering in time with the electric jolts that sent such delightful shocks around his charged body. Harry felt the twitch, the tingling twitch between his legs. He tensed; that certain intense micro moment that all teenagers know; except that Harry did not know, his summer of hard work serving the Dursley's had meant that when he did tumble into bed, all it took was a quick `chirrup' goodnight from Hedwig and he fell deeply exhaustedly asleep. No nocturnal cockwrangling for him, he was always too tired and his days were so filled with the tasks set him by his uncle and aunt that all `sexy' thoughts never had the time of day to ever enter his mind. Harry knew about how babies were made, even if he did not understand the niceties, like other scholarly institutions there had been talk in the dormitory and overheard discussions between seniors boys, so Harry knew about `wanking' and cumming' but had so far never experienced one, let alone a nocturnal emission, so the strange tense tingle was at first just another wonderful thing that he was adding to his list. Harry felt the jolt in his balls, they contracted strongly, at first he was concerned that something bad had happened, in a micro, micro second that thought was extinguished from his mind as the most wonderful, fantastical, amazing sensation began to vibrate within him. It was even better than anything that had happened before; the electrical sensations shocked up from his balls, all along his shaft, spinning around his cockhead before spitting directly into the sucking maw that was Percy Wealsley's swallowing mouth. "Wow, Oh, Wow, Ohhhhhhh, woooooooohhhhhhooooowwww," Harry's moans of orgasmic delight echoed around the hall. Percy in turn, although this was the first time he had ever done anything like this, coped magnificently with the spicy salty juices that flooded his mouth; despite the fact that he had admittedly dreamed of it happening to him rather than doing it to someone else, he swallowed the teenage spunk with almost professional ease, the spicy concoction sliding down into his stomach where he felt a warm tingle of his own. Moments later he enjoyed his own climactic orgasm, his teen cock, rock hard and hot to trot, also blasted, his sperms mostly hitting his stomach, his body contorted as it was to continue to suckle Harry's wonderful cock. Percy sole reason for his existence at that moment was to ensure that Harry's orgasm lasted beyond the usual spunk blast and spermal dribble. Harry floating mentally as his first ever ejaculations were fed to Percy's digestion, relished the exquisite and sensational extensive joys as his throbbing cock was suckled gently, the pursed lips and rasping tongue of Percy's oral attentions ensuring his climax was lengthened and continued until the last tiny teen sperm was sucked out of his undulating tubes. "Fuck me that was good," Harry naughtily swore, yes it was that good that it made him forget his high standards when it came to saying rude or naughty words. "Fuck me," he drooled as the last trembles of sensual joy ebbed away. He stroked Percy's head, "Well done," he sighed, it felt a bit like patting a well behaved dog, but at that precise moment Harry was, well, in `sucked heaven.' Percy sat up, his cock splatter had dripped onto Harry's body and embarrassed that he had tainted Harry's splendid torso he did something new, he licked and cleaned up his own spunk. Harry, slightly adrift in his hormonal heavenly delight, just about noticing but not seeing this attention to detail but he instinctively continued to caress Percy's head, enjoying the extra sensation of the teenagers rasping tongue sweeping over his skin. As Percy finished his clean up Harry slowly fell back down from his orgasmic trance; as he regained his composure he noticed his pyjamas, slowly sliding back onto his body. Percy however appeared locked in position on his knees, a happy dreamy look on his face. Harry surmised he too was in some kind of similar trance. `Bed!' thought Harry, `I need my sleep after that,' he sat up yawned wide and closed the open book, it flashed slightly, a red glimmer emanating from the book as he snapped it shut. To his surprise Percy stood up and walked back up the stairs; he was however still naked. Harry stood up, `I really need to get back to my dorm before Percy wakes up,' he decided and quickly stepped past the comatose Percy who stood naked and still on the landing. Harry hurriedly disappeared clutching the ancient book close to his chest; thoughts of what he had just experienced filling his mind as his feet carried him onward. As Harry stepped from view Percy startled. "Harry Potter," he said to the open air and then he felt the coldness on his flesh. Astounded he looked down to see his body was completely naked, not only that a drop of what he recognised as semen hung from his cocktip. Wildly and embarrassed he stared around the hall which gaped back empty. "He was here, I swear Harry Potter was there, just sitting on the sofa, out of bed, out of hours," he spoke to the empty room. His eyes flared even wider as he observed the clothes on the carpet by the sofa, `My pyjamas,' he thought horrified and sensed the fall of the drip of sperm falling to the staircase landing, he stared down as the glittering pearl plopped on the carpet, his mouth hanging wide open in disbelief. `I must have had some weird wet dream' he told himself. Nervously he swallowed, tasting now the unfamiliar taste of a certain spicy saltiness in his mouth. Horrified and concerned he checked around the room, `there's no one here,' he thought thankfully to himself as he bundled up his clothes and proceeded back to his bedroom, he gave not one thought to the fact he had remained naked, carrying his pyjamas, slippers and dressing-gown instead of putting them on. He also did not notice Oliver Wood waking up as Percy entered the dormitory, naked and carrying his clothes. `Dirty sod, he's been somewhere for a secret wank,' Oliver thought, before turning over and returning to his own dreams. `Not like Percy that,' his sleepy mind acknowledged as he drifted off. Harry stood in his dormitory, he was feeling elated and very tired, he still wondered about what had happened but the happy state of post ejaculation gave him a sense of satisfactory accomplishment. Once more he yawned, `Must get to sleep,' he gazed drowsily at the sleeping form of Ron Weasley, idly his mind wondered about his friend Ron. `Can he spunk yet?' he asked himself and one hand caressed his soft sleepy teenprick. Unconsciously his finger rubbed down the closed pages of the book as he explored his thought about his best friend Ron, unseen by Harry's sleepy eyes a dark red glimmer showed along one of the closed pages. Harry climbed into bed and slid the strange book underneath his pillow, he was about to put his glasses on the bedside table when he became aware that Ron was standing close by his bed. "Goodnight Harry," smiled Ron. "Goodnight Ron," Harry replied and then to his astonishment Ron leaned over and kissed him, kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips. "Pleasant dreams," said Ron and as Harry lay back on his pillow he watched his friend get back into his bed. Harry closed his eyes and settled down to sleep, his closing eyes caught the slight red glow from under his pillow but he was too tired to do anything but fall into a deep sleep. "Morning Oliver," Percy Weasley stood by the sink, he was just finishing his ablutions and was cleaning his teeth. "Morning, Perce," Oliver yawned and stretched, trying to get rid of the last vestiges of sleepiness from his limbs. He looked at Percy Weasley and his eyes boggled. "Percy!" he exclaimed. Percy turned to look at him, his mouth foaming as he continued to brush his teeth, a questioning look of enquiry on his face. "What's up?" he asked slightly irritated at being interrupted. "Percy, you're naked," Oliver pointed out stunned by the sight of Percy's expanse of pink flesh revealing to all his natural state, the curly patch or red hairs and the slim tube of deflated prick. "Huh," Percy puzzled looked downwards; `I am naked!' he smiled to himself.' Normally he either wore his dressing-gown or covered himself up with a towel as he washed but today the dressing-gown hung on a hook and his towel lay to the side of the basin. He looked at Oliver again, who stared back at him. Percy looked in the mirror, `I'm naked,' the thought registered again and then the slow horror of realisation flooded across his face followed by a reddening of embarrassment which slowly rose in hue to match the colour of his Weasley red hair. "I'm Naked!" he screeched and hastily wrapped the towel around his reddening naked body, followed by awkwardly scrambling into his dressing-gown. Giving Oliver who was now bent over with laughter a cold freezing glare Percy stalked out of the washroom, his bare feet slapping on the tiles. In the Slytherin dormitory Draco lay completely hidden underneath his bedclothes; he opened one eye and using the small torch checked his hair in the hand mirror; not a trace of red glowed. He opened the other eye and did the same check, `Oh thank goodness,' he said to himself, `it's all gone.' He had suffered all week with a reoccurrence of outbreaks of `Red' happenings; following the original disastrous demeaning red hair incident. One day it was an eyebrow that turned red; Professor Snape had been his usual snappy disdainful self in helping him only for the other eyebrow to be similarly affected the next day. Snape had been extremely curt about helping him about that and then he had woken up to find his fingernails on one hand had turned red overnight. Professor Snape had been very exasperated with him over that. `I'm clean,' he thought triumphantly and sat up in bed. Draco hung his dressing gown on the hook, slipped of his black satin pyjamas with the interlocked DM silvered motif and stepped under the hot water. Vigorously he scrubbed himself as though ridding himself once more of the dreaded `red hair curse'; as he scoured his skin hard he recalled the last session with Snape. "`Quite an intricate creation of incantation and spells," Professor Snape had mused thoughtfully as he studied Draco's aura, he leaned closer to Draco's head, the magnifying eyepiece in his left eye giving him an expanded view of Draco's scalp. Abruptly he sat up and snapped shut the book that he had been consulting. Draco had sat there in Snape's study quivering with rage and trepidation. Snape had flowed across the room in that threatening gait of his and looking through the array of glass containers on the shelves of his potions cupboard, some of which glittered and sparkled, some of which moved shadowy and gloomily and after moving his finger back and forth had finally tapped several phials, muttered under his breath and nodding his head had selected two of the darker looking containers. "Hmm, yeeessss," he said his words drawn out broodingly as he unstopped the bottle's, a black vapour issued from one and red smoke dribbled downward out of the second one. Snape sniffed at both, "Yes, I think so," he had then picked up the red smoky one and held it over Draco's head, muttering under his breath he then held the second bottle in his left hand. "Stay perfectly still boy," he had growled at Draco who had twitched at the Professors closeness, "we are dealing with Dark Arts here. I need to ensure the suppressant potion passes through the inhibiting vapour, if it misses," he cackled, "but that would be another problem then." Draco terrified froze immediately on the spot, hardly daring to breathe as he sensed Snape's hands move, he tensed waiting for whatever was going to happen but he felt nothing, there was no sense of anything touching him, all he could hear was Snape's spell mumbling voice and then Snape whirled away, his cloak billowing as he returned to the cupboard where he deftly stoppered the glass containers. "Away with you boy," Snape had barked at him, "and next time don't be so foolish about your appearance. Vanity never has become a Malfoy," his eyes blazed as he spoke and Draco hurriedly vacated the room. He had rushed to the nearest bathroom to check his head, his hair and eyebrows all appeared normal and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. In the shower he worked his personal specially formulated conditioner into his pubes. Draco was proud of his glimmering pearly bush, he thought about Vincent Crabbe's sparse spatter of dark hairs and Gregory Goyle's greasy looking thatch, `None of them have such a luxuriant growth as mine,' he smiled to himself. "Come on Draco, get a move on, we'll be late for breakfast," Crabbe's grunting tone broke through his reverie. "Hand me my towel," Draco said imperiously and held out his soapy hand, the thick soft flannel felt comforting and warm against his hand, `Hmm that towel, a special present from mother still keeps warm, despite the fact it has been washed weekly, good spell that,' he thought. Draco dried himself down and stepped into the bathroom, the heated towel still comfortably warm was gently steaming as the water evaporated, Draco secured it loosely around his waist. Crabbe's fat lumpy body plodded past him to enter the shower. Draco stood in front of the mirror admiring his slim physique and patted his white silver blonde damp hair into place, he rubbed his chin noting that there were still no signs of any stubble which pleased him and then he undid the towel intending to admire his `little nest'. A gasp of horror blurted from his mouth and he immediately closed the towel, he glanced around the bathroom, no one appeared to have noticed his outburst and he took a deep breath. Trembling he stepped closer to the mirror and carefully slid the towel downwards, all the time watching both to the front and to the sides. Another look of abject horror crossed his face as he saw the redness glow, a quick flap of the towel revealed all to him. The nest of red hair around his cock and balls glittered mockingly at him, angrily he stomped out of the bathroom and then still furious he returned to snatch his dressing gown and pyjamas of the hook, wrapping the gown around himself and the towel he hurtled back to the dormitory. Goyle was slipping into his cloak as Draco pushed past him. "Hey," Gregory was annoyed, "that hurt," as he staggered slightly off balance due to Draco's passing shove. "I'm in a hurry," panted Draco, "out of my way," Draco grabbed his clothes and sped off in the direction of the toilets. Goyle stared after him, an annoyed look on his face, `What's got into Draco this time,' he mused as he smoothed down his cloak. In the solitude and comparative safety of the enclosed toilet cubicle Draco examined his pride and joy, no longer a beautiful array of slivery blond curly hairs, now a jumble of brilliant red, flame red plumage that blazed back scorchingly, searing bloody his eyes. "Oh no, not again, not again," he sobbed. "You okay in there?" a voice called to him through the closed door. Draco clapped a hand across his mouth and summoning up his composure replied in a high pitched squeaky voice, "It's okay, I'm fine just feeling a little bit homesick," he sucked in a deep breath and hurriedly added, "I'm new here, a first year student," as he thought about what he had said. "I'm sorry," said the voice, "Look I can help you if you want, I can take you to see Professor Snape, he's our Housemaster and I'm sure he will be able to help you out?" Draco swallowed furiously and then contorting his vocal chords once again spluttered back, "No, its okay, Professor Snape knows. I'm seeing him after breakfast." "Well if your sure," Draco heard the sound of footsteps walking away and then the clatter as they returned, the voice spoke closer now, down by the lock, the tone secretively softer, "Look if you need someone else to talk too, you know, someone more your age rather than a grown up, you can speak to me, I'm Terrence Higgs, I'm the seeker for Slytherin House Quidditch Team, just ask your Dorm Monitor he can point you out to me? Okay? Bye then." Draco breathed a sigh of relief as Terence walked away again. His relief was short lived as he once more caught sight of the fiery glow below and dejected dropped down on the lavatory seat as the desolate anguish rolled over him. `What am I going to do?' he thought miserably, `I can't show my hot bush to Snape,' the idea of having to expose his flaming nest to Snape's eyes caused a burning rushing flush which coloured his cheeks, coloured them to a near perfect match to the crimson pubes that decorated his teenage dong. "What am I going to do?" he spoke aloud and then clapped his hands over his mouth, holding his breath in case anyone had overheard his outburst. The final bell for breakfast clamoured throughout Slytherin House and reluctantly and depressed Draco covered his disgrace, nearly causing himself an injury as he angrily zipped his trousers up catching his radiating pubes in the metal. "Salazar's balls," he cursed to no one in particular as gently massaging his smarting groin he stalked to the dining room. Percy Wealsey flicked his hair, smoothing the line across his ears and picking up his wand headed towards the classroom. He had managed to forget it in the rush for breakfast and holding it tight he walked through the deserted hall of Gryffindor House. As he passed the Fat Lady who guarded the entrance he heard her call his name sharply. "Percy Wealsey, you are improperly dressed. Where are your clothes?" she snapped the question at him. "My clo..." Percy gulped and turned bright red as he looked down to see that he was not wearing a stitch of clothing, he was totally naked; stunned he attempted to cover himself completely forgetting he was carrying his wand and with a shriek he bent over in pain as the pointed end caught his cock, sending searing jolts of intense pain throughout his body. Unable to do anything else he sank breathless to his knees, his free hand slowly caressing his groin, his stomach churning with waves of nausea. "I shall have to report this outrageous display to Professor McGonagall. Such an exhibition of crass nudity is not expected of a Gryffindor student." The fat Lady turned her back. "Please return to your dormitory immediately and dress yourself properly." Glowing red with embarrassment Percy ran back to his dorm, his aching cock and balls flopping around in the air as he did so. Scant minutes later he returned still very much flustered at his apparent forgetfulness. "My apologies my Lady," he bowed his apologetic head to the forward facing Fat Lady, "I do not know what came..." but she interrupted him. "I meant fully dressed Mr Weasley," her tone was fiercely snappish this time. Confused he looked down just as she added curtly, "Not just your school cloak," horrified he saw that apart from his wizard cloak he was still completely naked underneath the cape. Uttering a squeal that would have done credit to a pig on its way to slaughter he returned to the dormitory, he stared at his clothes which lay resolutely over his bedspread where he had laid them. "That's much better Mr Wealsey," the Fat Lady was less waspish in her tone now, "although I would recommend that you keep your zip closed and not hanging open," she tittered and added, "there are better mousetraps available you know." Grim faced Percy did not even bothered to look, his hand located the open zip and he yanked it upwards, the zizzing sound reverberating down the corridor. Crimson faced and glowing angrily he stalked towards the classrooms. Harry brushed the soap out of his eyes and scrabbled for his towel which he had placed on the shower rail. His hands only found the metal pole. "Here let me help," he heard Ron's voice, soft and gentle, the next moment the curtain swished to one side and Ron stepped naked into the shower with him; Ron held out Harry's towel and started to rub him down. "Er, Ahem," Harry stuttered not quite sure how to react, `it's not as if I'm hurt,' he recalled Ron helping him after their battle with Professor Quirrel and then after the encounter with the Basilisk when he had been exhausted and needed assistance to clean up, `that was, er right,' he said to himself, `but this,' his mind whirled, `especially after Percy last night,' the memory came bright and clear, the images in his mind distinct, he felt the blood surge inside his teenage prick and he looked down, compared to the monster last night his normal sized boy cock appeared small, for a moment he wished his four and half inches were as big as last night and then Ron dropped to his knees before him. "Must make sure you're clean," Ron said in that softly gentle voice. His lips as they touched Harry's slim cock were not as warm and luscious as Percy's had been was the thought that crossed his mind but they felt amazing and sweetly familiar. On the other side of the shower curtain the rest of Harry's fellow Gryffindor classmates continued with their customary morning ablutions, no one appeared to notice that two of them were sharing a cubicle. In the deserted dormitory there was no one to notice the faint glow that flickered momentarily underneath Harry's pillow, the pin glow brightened to a flaring red for just a brief minute second; if he had been there Harry might have noticed that the surge happened at the precise moment that Ron's lips kissed his cock. In the shower Harry sighed softly, the usual sounds from those in the bathroom covering his murmuring voice. Ron's lips kissed and then slowly sucked Harry's cock inside his mouth, the lips pressing to ease back his foreskin so that the moist heat excited the sensitive nerve endings on Harry's glans. 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Subject: Harry Potter and Whimsical Invocations Part Two
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations
Part Two
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"Oh Harry what a beautiful cock," Harry's mouth fell open as Percy's
pyjamas seemed to fall of his body, the plain blue cotton top unbuttoning
by itself and sliding down his arms, the pyjama bottoms flopping open at
the fly and dropping down to his ankles and then naked he knelt down before
Harry's open legs. "It's so beautiful I must kiss it," Percy
whispered. Harry's mouth dropped open even more as Percy now bent forward
and kissed his cock. Harry felt the unique touch of soft warm lips on his
foreskin and he sighed. He leaned back on the sofa and saw his own pyjama
top unbutton and slide away from his body, Harry caught his breath, amazed
that he was completely naked and alone with Percy Weasley who was similarly
naked. Percy's mouth moved to encircle Harry's cock head; swiftly the
fleshy tube filled with blood and pulsed upwards. Harry could not see how
much it grew because as his cock swelled it expanded fully inside Percy's
sucking mouth. Harry trembled as the first shivers of sexual delight edged
along his teenage hormone activated nerves. Percy swirled his tongue around
the tip of Harry's cock, savouring the sweet butterbeer taste of Harry's
pre-cum. He swallowed the sugary honeyed liquid and Harry moaned as he felt
the extraordinary effect of Percy's swallowing on his cock head. Percy
bobbed up and down on the mouth filling delicacy that he found so
exciting. At the back of his mind a small but very quiet voice was saying
`What are you doing?' but he ignored it, he felt impelled to suck the
beautiful teenage rod that now filled his mouth and slid partly into his
throat, slid it must be said with magical ease as Percy felt no need to gag
at all as the thick pole moved effortlessly inside his mouth.
`Wow, oh wow,' Harry thought to himself as Percy continued to suck his
newly grown cock. He never questioned as to how Percy seemed to know
exactly what to do, all he knew was that new amazing sensations and
feelings were coursing around his body and mind and he did not want them to
stop. Percy appeared to know exactly when to stop and when to speed up, his
tongue was an absolute delight as it licked, slobbered and tickled his
glans, running so gently up and down the split and tickling gently at his
tiny pee hole. Every now and then Percy would lift his head and kiss the
gleaming tip.
"So beautiful," he would murmur and would then sink back on the
throbbing teen meat his avaricious swirling tongue rasping over and across
and around the plump heart-shaped glans, dipping gently in between the
parted cockslit lips. The warm heat that coursed through Harry's
inexperienced teenage body became hotter, the tingling warmth emanating
from the tip of his teenrod, down the silky satiny shaft, around and
through his two gonads, tingling and tickling in the most awesomely
delightful way. Harry moaned as the prickling heat rushed through his
torso, his belly button tickled with an unexpected twinge, a delicious ache
that complimented the other sensual tinglings'. He noticed his nipples
ached delightfully too and as if he knew it was needed, Percy's fingertips
stroked and caressed and squeezed the pointed teats with just the right
amount of pressure to enhance the wonderful sensual delights.
Percy kissed the drooling cocktip again, the tip oozing another slurp of
the tasty pre cum; driven by a strange internal desire he leaned up and
suckled gently at the two teats, nipping them professionally with just his
pursed lips, biting the points with firm lips before slaving his tongue tip
over the sensitive teat splits. Harry growled as this produced yet another
amazing rushing wave of thrilling delight, he felt the soft hairs on his
arms rise slightly, his eyelashes felt as though they too were straining to
curl at the end and the hairs on the back of his neck stuck straight
outwards, he could feel the heat from the fire waft through them and it
helped produce goosebumps down his backbone. Harry strained upwards from
the sofa; his torso slightly elevated against the pressure of Percy's naked
body, he experienced and enjoyed the new to him sexy sensation of naked
skin against naked skin. His teendick trapped between their bodies frotted
between their grinding bodies sent more and more tingling itching waves
upwards; Harry was almost sure that somehow Percy's stomach was forming a
groove, an open furrow for his cock to be caressed with.
He looked downwards, `Percy is making me feel amazing,' the thought
never crossed his mind that normally Percy was usually more distant with
him. Percy looked up from where he was still kissing Harry's pointing
teats, a sudden look crossed Percy's eyes, a blazing look of strange
intensity. Harry unused to what a body could do when aroused to such great
heights was unable to read the look but somehow he sensed it boded
well. Percy kissed upwards, his lips granting butterfly kisses to Harry's
silken skin. He nibbled along Harry's chin, licking at the bulge of Harry's
Adams apple and then his lips closed on Harry's.
It was lucky that Harry was sitting open mouthed when Percy kissed him
as Percy's tongue snaked straight inside his mouth. The moist touch as his
own tongue experienced Percy's tongue tip licking across his tastebuds sent
further hot jolts of desire rampaging through Harry's teenage system. Not
completely understanding why Harry kissed back, his tongue duelling with
Percy's before he became dominant and he tongue fucked another person for
the first time, this unexpected action produced another hot drive within
him and Percy opened his mouth and his throat as a tongue for the first
time fucked away inside his throat. Harry wound his arms around Percy to
pull him tighter; he knew he needed to get his tongue even further inside
the tight constriction. Percy continued to allow the intrusion, breathing
easily without knowing how he was doing it. All his brain knew was that he
had to service the owner of the most amazing and wonderful cock he had ever
seen, in his mind it was even better than his own and despite it being the
only other cock he had ever touched yet it was the most important thing in
his world at that moment. All thoughts of reporting Harry's breaking of the
bedtime rules flew out of the window along with all his other natural
inclinations, Percy wanted cock and the only cock he wanted was Harry
Potter's and here it was in his smoothing hand.
Harry felt a strong demand arising from his groin, further messages were
emanating from his balls and shaft. Instinctively he pushed Percy's head
downwards, the older teenager happily opening wide to accept the drooling
pink thick shaft that awaited him. Up and down he plunged, each time it
appeared the delightful, delicious cock he was servicing was getting
further and further inside him and he wanted it, desired it, needed it
desperately, it was a lifelong objective now in his mind and more
importantly in his mouth. Harry lay back against the sofa relishing the
wave after wave of hot tingling jolts that raced and coursed through
him. He basked in the heat of the fire in front of him and the one that had
started in his balls and now rose to engulf him. Percy's head became a blur
as he fucked his face against the hard satiny steely shaft that speared
him, the swollen cockhead easily piercing his throat, the membranes closing
tight to further caress the sensitive nerves than ran under the purple pink
coloured skin. Faster and faster and harder and harder Percy face fucked
himself against Harry Potters wonderful teenage prong, despite never having
done such a thing in his life he now sucked with a gusto as though his
life, nay his very existence depended on it.
Harry gave into the wild abandon that enthralled him; he thrashed about
on the sofa, his body thrusting upwards into the vacuum of Percy's oral
orifice, his whole being enslaved to the sensory sexual sensuality that
held him hormonally spellbound. His centre of existence now the tingling
itch that required scratching, a sucking scratching that only Percy could
provide. Wave after wave of heated tingles bounced upwards and around and
through him, flashes and glitters from stars he had never known in the
night sky flashed across his eyes, an array of brilliant comets that
orbited around and through him, flickering in time with the electric jolts
that sent such delightful shocks around his charged body.
Harry felt the twitch, the tingling twitch between his legs. He tensed;
that certain intense micro moment that all teenagers know; except that
Harry did not know, his summer of hard work serving the Dursley's had meant
that when he did tumble into bed, all it took was a quick `chirrup'
goodnight from Hedwig and he fell deeply exhaustedly asleep. No nocturnal
cockwrangling for him, he was always too tired and his days were so filled
with the tasks set him by his uncle and aunt that all `sexy' thoughts never
had the time of day to ever enter his mind. Harry knew about how babies
were made, even if he did not understand the niceties, like other scholarly
institutions there had been talk in the dormitory and overheard discussions
between seniors boys, so Harry knew about `wanking' and cumming' but had so
far never experienced one, let alone a nocturnal emission, so the strange
tense tingle was at first just another wonderful thing that he was adding
to his list.
Harry felt the jolt in his balls, they contracted strongly, at first he
was concerned that something bad had happened, in a micro, micro second
that thought was extinguished from his mind as the most wonderful,
fantastical, amazing sensation began to vibrate within him. It was even
better than anything that had happened before; the electrical sensations
shocked up from his balls, all along his shaft, spinning around his
cockhead before spitting directly into the sucking maw that was Percy
Wealsley's swallowing mouth.
"Wow, Oh, Wow, Ohhhhhhh, woooooooohhhhhhooooowwww," Harry's moans of
orgasmic delight echoed around the hall.
Percy in turn, although this was the first time he had ever done
anything like this, coped magnificently with the spicy salty juices that
flooded his mouth; despite the fact that he had admittedly dreamed of it
happening to him rather than doing it to someone else, he swallowed the
teenage spunk with almost professional ease, the spicy concoction sliding
down into his stomach where he felt a warm tingle of his own. Moments later
he enjoyed his own climactic orgasm, his teen cock, rock hard and hot to
trot, also blasted, his sperms mostly hitting his stomach, his body
contorted as it was to continue to suckle Harry's wonderful cock. Percy
sole reason for his existence at that moment was to ensure that Harry's
orgasm lasted beyond the usual spunk blast and spermal dribble. Harry
floating mentally as his first ever ejaculations were fed to Percy's
digestion, relished the exquisite and sensational extensive joys as his
throbbing cock was suckled gently, the pursed lips and rasping tongue of
Percy's oral attentions ensuring his climax was lengthened and continued
until the last tiny teen sperm was sucked out of his undulating tubes.
"Fuck me that was good," Harry naughtily swore, yes it was that good
that it made him forget his high standards when it came to saying rude or
naughty words. "Fuck me," he drooled as the last trembles of sensual joy
ebbed away. He stroked Percy's head, "Well done," he sighed, it felt a bit
like patting a well behaved dog, but at that precise moment Harry was,
well, in `sucked heaven.'
Percy sat up, his cock splatter had dripped onto Harry's body and
embarrassed that he had tainted Harry's splendid torso he did something
new, he licked and cleaned up his own spunk. Harry, slightly adrift in his
hormonal heavenly delight, just about noticing but not seeing this
attention to detail but he instinctively continued to caress Percy's head,
enjoying the extra sensation of the teenagers rasping tongue sweeping over
his skin.
As Percy finished his clean up Harry slowly fell back down from his
orgasmic trance; as he regained his composure he noticed his pyjamas,
slowly sliding back onto his body. Percy however appeared locked in
position on his knees, a happy dreamy look on his face. Harry surmised he
too was in some kind of similar trance.
`Bed!' thought Harry, `I need my sleep after that,' he sat up yawned
wide and closed the open book, it flashed slightly, a red glimmer emanating
from the book as he snapped it shut. To his surprise Percy stood up and
walked back up the stairs; he was however still naked. Harry stood up, `I
really need to get back to my dorm before Percy wakes up,' he decided and
quickly stepped past the comatose Percy who stood naked and still on the
landing. Harry hurriedly disappeared clutching the ancient book close to
his chest; thoughts of what he had just experienced filling his mind as his
feet carried him onward. As Harry stepped from view Percy startled.
"Harry Potter," he said to the open air and then he felt the coldness on
his flesh. Astounded he looked down to see his body was completely naked,
not only that a drop of what he recognised as semen hung from his
cocktip. Wildly and embarrassed he stared around the hall which gaped back
empty.
"He was here, I swear Harry Potter was there, just sitting on the sofa,
out of bed, out of hours," he spoke to the empty room. His eyes flared even
wider as he observed the clothes on the carpet by the sofa, `My pyjamas,'
he thought horrified and sensed the fall of the drip of sperm falling to
the staircase landing, he stared down as the glittering pearl plopped on
the carpet, his mouth hanging wide open in disbelief. `I must have had some
weird wet dream' he told himself. Nervously he swallowed, tasting now the
unfamiliar taste of a certain spicy saltiness in his mouth. Horrified and
concerned he checked around the room, `there's no one here,' he thought
thankfully to himself as he bundled up his clothes and proceeded back to
his bedroom, he gave not one thought to the fact he had remained naked,
carrying his pyjamas, slippers and dressing-gown instead of putting them
on. He also did not notice Oliver Wood waking up as Percy entered the
dormitory, naked and carrying his clothes.
`Dirty sod, he's been somewhere for a secret wank,' Oliver thought,
before turning over and returning to his own dreams. `Not like Percy that,'
his sleepy mind acknowledged as he drifted off.
Harry stood in his dormitory, he was feeling elated and very tired, he
still wondered about what had happened but the happy state of post
ejaculation gave him a sense of satisfactory accomplishment. Once more he
yawned, `Must get to sleep,' he gazed drowsily at the sleeping form of Ron
Weasley, idly his mind wondered about his friend Ron. `Can he spunk yet?'
he asked himself and one hand caressed his soft sleepy
teenprick. Unconsciously his finger rubbed down the closed pages of the
book as he explored his thought about his best friend Ron, unseen by
Harry's sleepy eyes a dark red glimmer showed along one of the closed
pages. Harry climbed into bed and slid the strange book underneath his
pillow, he was about to put his glasses on the bedside table when he became
aware that Ron was standing close by his bed.
"Goodnight Harry," smiled Ron.
"Goodnight Ron," Harry replied and then to his astonishment Ron leaned
over and kissed him, kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips.
"Pleasant dreams," said Ron and as Harry lay back on his pillow he
watched his friend get back into his bed. Harry closed his eyes and settled
down to sleep, his closing eyes caught the slight red glow from under his
pillow but he was too tired to do anything but fall into a deep sleep.
"Morning Oliver," Percy Weasley stood by the sink, he was just finishing
his ablutions and was cleaning his teeth.
"Morning, Perce," Oliver yawned and stretched, trying to get rid of the
last vestiges of sleepiness from his limbs. He looked at Percy Weasley and
his eyes boggled. "Percy!" he exclaimed.
Percy turned to look at him, his mouth foaming as he continued to brush
his teeth, a questioning look of enquiry on his face. "What's up?" he asked
slightly irritated at being interrupted.
"Percy, you're naked," Oliver pointed out stunned by the sight of
Percy's expanse of pink flesh revealing to all his natural state, the curly
patch or red hairs and the slim tube of deflated prick.
"Huh," Percy puzzled looked downwards; `I am naked!' he smiled to
himself.' Normally he either wore his dressing-gown or covered himself up
with a towel as he washed but today the dressing-gown hung on a hook and
his towel lay to the side of the basin. He looked at Oliver again, who
stared back at him. Percy looked in the mirror, `I'm naked,' the thought
registered again and then the slow horror of realisation flooded across his
face followed by a reddening of embarrassment which slowly rose in hue to
match the colour of his Weasley red hair. "I'm Naked!" he screeched and
hastily wrapped the towel around his reddening naked body, followed by
awkwardly scrambling into his dressing-gown. Giving Oliver who was now bent
over with laughter a cold freezing glare Percy stalked out of the washroom,
his bare feet slapping on the tiles.
In the Slytherin dormitory Draco lay completely hidden underneath his
bedclothes; he opened one eye and using the small torch checked his hair in
the hand mirror; not a trace of red glowed. He opened the other eye and did
the same check, `Oh thank goodness,' he said to himself, `it's all gone.'
He had suffered all week with a reoccurrence of outbreaks of `Red'
happenings; following the original disastrous demeaning red hair
incident. One day it was an eyebrow that turned red; Professor Snape had
been his usual snappy disdainful self in helping him only for the other
eyebrow to be similarly affected the next day. Snape had been extremely
curt about helping him about that and then he had woken up to find his
fingernails on one hand had turned red overnight. Professor Snape had been
very exasperated with him over that. `I'm clean,' he thought triumphantly
and sat up in bed.
Draco hung his dressing gown on the hook, slipped of his black satin
pyjamas with the interlocked DM silvered motif and stepped under the hot
water. Vigorously he scrubbed himself as though ridding himself once more
of the dreaded `red hair curse'; as he scoured his skin hard he recalled
the last session with Snape.
"`Quite an intricate creation of incantation and spells," Professor
Snape had mused thoughtfully as he studied Draco's aura, he leaned closer
to Draco's head, the magnifying eyepiece in his left eye giving him an
expanded view of Draco's scalp. Abruptly he sat up and snapped shut the
book that he had been consulting. Draco had sat there in Snape's study
quivering with rage and trepidation. Snape had flowed across the room in
that threatening gait of his and looking through the array of glass
containers on the shelves of his potions cupboard, some of which glittered
and sparkled, some of which moved shadowy and gloomily and after moving his
finger back and forth had finally tapped several phials, muttered under his
breath and nodding his head had selected two of the darker looking
containers.
"Hmm, yeeessss," he said his words drawn out broodingly as he
unstopped the bottle's, a black vapour issued from one and red smoke
dribbled downward out of the second one. Snape sniffed at both, "Yes, I
think so," he had then picked up the red smoky one and held it over Draco's
head, muttering under his breath he then held the second bottle in his left
hand. "Stay perfectly still boy," he had growled at Draco who had twitched
at the Professors closeness, "we are dealing with Dark Arts here. I need to
ensure the suppressant potion passes through the inhibiting vapour, if it
misses," he cackled, "but that would be another problem then." Draco
terrified froze immediately on the spot, hardly daring to breathe as he
sensed Snape's hands move, he tensed waiting for whatever was going to
happen but he felt nothing, there was no sense of anything touching him,
all he could hear was Snape's spell mumbling voice and then Snape whirled
away, his cloak billowing as he returned to the cupboard where he deftly
stoppered the glass containers. "Away with you boy," Snape had barked at
him, "and next time don't be so foolish about your appearance. Vanity never
has become a Malfoy," his eyes blazed as he spoke and Draco hurriedly
vacated the room. He had rushed to the nearest bathroom to check his head,
his hair and eyebrows all appeared normal and he breathed a heavy sigh of
relief.
In the shower he worked his personal specially formulated conditioner
into his pubes. Draco was proud of his glimmering pearly bush, he thought
about Vincent Crabbe's sparse spatter of dark hairs and Gregory Goyle's
greasy looking thatch, `None of them have such a luxuriant growth as mine,'
he smiled to himself.
"Come on Draco, get a move on, we'll be late for breakfast," Crabbe's
grunting tone broke through his reverie.
"Hand me my towel," Draco said imperiously and held out his soapy hand,
the thick soft flannel felt comforting and warm against his hand, `Hmm that
towel, a special present from mother still keeps warm, despite the fact it
has been washed weekly, good spell that,' he thought. Draco dried himself
down and stepped into the bathroom, the heated towel still comfortably warm
was gently steaming as the water evaporated, Draco secured it loosely
around his waist. Crabbe's fat lumpy body plodded past him to enter the
shower. Draco stood in front of the mirror admiring his slim physique and
patted his white silver blonde damp hair into place, he rubbed his chin
noting that there were still no signs of any stubble which pleased him and
then he undid the towel intending to admire his `little nest'. A gasp of
horror blurted from his mouth and he immediately closed the towel, he
glanced around the bathroom, no one appeared to have noticed his outburst
and he took a deep breath. Trembling he stepped closer to the mirror and
carefully slid the towel downwards, all the time watching both to the front
and to the sides. Another look of abject horror crossed his face as he saw
the redness glow, a quick flap of the towel revealed all to him. The nest
of red hair around his cock and balls glittered mockingly at him, angrily
he stomped out of the bathroom and then still furious he returned to snatch
his dressing gown and pyjamas of the hook, wrapping the gown around himself
and the towel he hurtled back to the dormitory. Goyle was slipping into his
cloak as Draco pushed past him.
"Hey," Gregory was annoyed, "that hurt," as he staggered slightly off
balance due to Draco's passing shove.
"I'm in a hurry," panted Draco, "out of my way," Draco grabbed his
clothes and sped off in the direction of the toilets. Goyle stared after
him, an annoyed look on his face, `What's got into Draco this time,' he
mused as he smoothed down his cloak.
In the solitude and comparative safety of the enclosed toilet cubicle
Draco examined his pride and joy, no longer a beautiful array of slivery
blond curly hairs, now a jumble of brilliant red, flame red plumage that
blazed back scorchingly, searing bloody his eyes. "Oh no, not again, not
again," he sobbed.
"You okay in there?" a voice called to him through the closed door.
Draco clapped a hand across his mouth and summoning up his composure
replied in a high pitched squeaky voice, "It's okay, I'm fine just feeling
a little bit homesick," he sucked in a deep breath and hurriedly added,
"I'm new here, a first year student," as he thought about what he had said.
"I'm sorry," said the voice, "Look I can help you if you want, I can
take you to see Professor Snape, he's our Housemaster and I'm sure he will
be able to help you out?"
Draco swallowed furiously and then contorting his vocal chords once
again spluttered back, "No, its okay, Professor Snape knows. I'm seeing him
after breakfast."
"Well if your sure," Draco heard the sound of footsteps walking away and
then the clatter as they returned, the voice spoke closer now, down by the
lock, the tone secretively softer, "Look if you need someone else to talk
too, you know, someone more your age rather than a grown up, you can speak
to me, I'm Terrence Higgs, I'm the seeker for Slytherin House Quidditch
Team, just ask your Dorm Monitor he can point you out to me? Okay? Bye
then."
Draco breathed a sigh of relief as Terence walked away again. His relief
was short lived as he once more caught sight of the fiery glow below and
dejected dropped down on the lavatory seat as the desolate anguish rolled
over him. `What am I going to do?' he thought miserably, `I can't show my
hot bush to Snape,' the idea of having to expose his flaming nest to
Snape's eyes caused a burning rushing flush which coloured his cheeks,
coloured them to a near perfect match to the crimson pubes that decorated
his teenage dong. "What am I going to do?" he spoke aloud and then clapped
his hands over his mouth, holding his breath in case anyone had overheard
his outburst. The final bell for breakfast clamoured throughout Slytherin
House and reluctantly and depressed Draco covered his disgrace, nearly
causing himself an injury as he angrily zipped his trousers up catching his
radiating pubes in the metal. "Salazar's balls," he cursed to no one in
particular as gently massaging his smarting groin he stalked to the dining
room.
Percy Wealsey flicked his hair, smoothing the line across his ears and
picking up his wand headed towards the classroom. He had managed to forget
it in the rush for breakfast and holding it tight he walked through the
deserted hall of Gryffindor House. As he passed the Fat Lady who guarded
the entrance he heard her call his name sharply.
"Percy Wealsey, you are improperly dressed. Where are your clothes?" she
snapped the question at him.
"My clo..." Percy gulped and turned bright red as he looked down to see
that he was not wearing a stitch of clothing, he was totally naked; stunned
he attempted to cover himself completely forgetting he was carrying his
wand and with a shriek he bent over in pain as the pointed end caught his
cock, sending searing jolts of intense pain throughout his body. Unable to
do anything else he sank breathless to his knees, his free hand slowly
caressing his groin, his stomach churning with waves of nausea.
"I shall have to report this outrageous display to Professor
McGonagall. Such an exhibition of crass nudity is not expected of a
Gryffindor student." The fat Lady turned her back. "Please return to your
dormitory immediately and dress yourself properly." Glowing red with
embarrassment Percy ran back to his dorm, his aching cock and balls
flopping around in the air as he did so. Scant minutes later he returned
still very much flustered at his apparent forgetfulness.
"My apologies my Lady," he bowed his apologetic head to the forward
facing Fat Lady, "I do not know what came..." but she interrupted him.
"I meant fully dressed Mr Weasley," her tone was fiercely snappish this
time. Confused he looked down just as she added curtly, "Not just your
school cloak," horrified he saw that apart from his wizard cloak he was
still completely naked underneath the cape. Uttering a squeal that would
have done credit to a pig on its way to slaughter he returned to the
dormitory, he stared at his clothes which lay resolutely over his bedspread
where he had laid them.
"That's much better Mr Wealsey," the Fat Lady was less waspish in her
tone now, "although I would recommend that you keep your zip closed and not
hanging open," she tittered and added, "there are better mousetraps
available you know." Grim faced Percy did not even bothered to look, his
hand located the open zip and he yanked it upwards, the zizzing sound
reverberating down the corridor. Crimson faced and glowing angrily he
stalked towards the classrooms.
Harry brushed the soap out of his eyes and scrabbled for his towel which
he had placed on the shower rail. His hands only found the metal pole.
"Here let me help," he heard Ron's voice, soft and gentle, the next
moment the curtain swished to one side and Ron stepped naked into the
shower with him; Ron held out Harry's towel and started to rub him down.
"Er, Ahem," Harry stuttered not quite sure how to react, `it's not as if
I'm hurt,' he recalled Ron helping him after their battle with Professor
Quirrel and then after the encounter with the Basilisk when he had been
exhausted and needed assistance to clean up, `that was, er right,' he said
to himself, `but this,' his mind whirled, `especially after Percy last
night,' the memory came bright and clear, the images in his mind distinct,
he felt the blood surge inside his teenage prick and he looked down,
compared to the monster last night his normal sized boy cock appeared
small, for a moment he wished his four and half inches were as big as last
night and then Ron dropped to his knees before him.
"Must make sure you're clean," Ron said in that softly gentle
voice. His lips as they touched Harry's slim cock were not as warm and
luscious as Percy's had been was the thought that crossed his mind but they
felt amazing and sweetly familiar.
On the other side of the shower curtain the rest of Harry's fellow
Gryffindor classmates continued with their customary morning ablutions, no
one appeared to notice that two of them were sharing a cubicle. In the
deserted dormitory there was no one to notice the faint glow that flickered
momentarily underneath Harry's pillow, the pin glow brightened to a flaring
red for just a brief minute second; if he had been there Harry might have
noticed that the surge happened at the precise moment that Ron's lips
kissed his cock.
In the shower Harry sighed softly, the usual sounds from those in the
bathroom covering his murmuring voice. Ron's lips kissed and then slowly
sucked Harry's cock inside his mouth, the lips pressing to ease back his
foreskin so that the moist heat excited the sensitive nerve endings on
Harry's glans. Harry his mind still full of what he and Percy did felt his
cock expand and his balls twitch, the softer touch of Ron's tongue lapping
at his cockslit sent a further chill thrill through his spine. Harry
reached down to stroke Ron's damp ginger spiky hair. `Here we go again,' he
smiled to himself as the tingling itching sensation inside his cock
travelled upwards and outwards, warming him in the new found heat of
hormonal teenage desire. Ron nibbled at the hard ridge of Harry's ball, his
tongue snaking across the bulbous edge and a searing jolt of desire
blossomed inside Harry's body.
End of Part Two
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/shawn-mendes-experience/shawn-mendes-experience-2 | Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 11:29:30 +0000 From: Jj Rivers Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience 2 This is not real. Its fiction. Please donate to nifty. It had been months. But Shawn Mendes was on a small break from touring and returned to Ottawa. He sat in his hotel room shaking. He was scared. He had texted Jason. Jason replied a few hours later to say he would come by. To take his mind off of Jason he began to work out in his room. His whole body drenched in sweat. He was so into his workout he forgot about Jason but when he heard the knock on the door everything came back to him. He answered the door and let Jason in. He looks outside to make sure Jason wasnt followed. He closes and locks the door behind him. They look at each other. Both not saying anything for a good ten minutes. Why am i here asks Jason. Shawn dosent know what to say. There both sitting on the bed. I... I... Stumbles Shawn. Then Shawn surprises them both and kisses Jason on the lips. Jason is taken aback but dosent stop the kiss and soon kisses Shawn back. The kiss felt so good. Jasons lips on his. Soft. Warm. Wet. Amazing. Tears fill his eyes. Shawn stops the kiss. He touches his lips then looks at Jason. Im... Im sorry says Shawn... Its ok says Jason grabbing Shawns hand. Ive been where youve been. Im out and it feels so good. Your time will come. Wether its in a few weeks. Months. Years. One day youll feel comfortable enough to come out says Jason. Shawns eyes were filled with tears as he soon began to sob. Jason holds Shawns sweaty body into his arms... They soon cuddle on the bed. Shawns head laying on Jasons chest. What... What was your first time like asks Shawn? Good admits Jason. I... I had a good top. It hurt at first but he listened. If i asked him to stop or slow down he did says Jason matter of factly. The sex was great between him and i but we werent made for a relationship. And my first time as a top well... Not so great laughs Jason. I didnt know what the fuck to do. But now i do says Jason happily. Do... Do you prefer to top or bottom asks Shawn curiously? Jason laughs. Depends on my mood. It changes. I love topping and making the bottom feel good. Wether he wants to be made love to or pounded hard says Jason with a laugh. And when i want to bottom sometimes i like it slow and gentle and sometimes i like it hard says Jason. They both laugh. Both are soon rock hard. Shawn dosent say anything for awhile. Shawn gets up and down half a bottle of water. You want anything asks Shawn? Water would be great admits Jason. His throat suddenly feeling dry. I should probably go take another shower laughs Shawn. Jason stops him with another kiss. Shawn melts into Jasons kiss. Shawns hands are beside him. He dosent know what to do with them. Jason breaks the kiss and removes Shawns sweaty tank top. Shawn looks at Jason. Tell me to stop and i will promises Jason. Ok says Shawn. Jason kisses Shawn again. Then Jason kisses Shawns neck getting him into a frenzy. Hes moaning and groaning loudly. This feels amazing thinks Shawn. Shawn takes Jasons t shirt off. Compared to him Jason wasnt ripped. He didnt have abs. He had a little extra fat but Shawn didnt care. He didnt want this to stop. Wait... I should shower... Im all sweaty says Shawn. Jason laughs. I dont care says Jason. Shawn looks at him. This is all new to me... I dont really know what to do admits Shawn. Relax... Breathe... If theres something you dont like tell me to stop and i will promises Jason. Shawn looks at Jason. Kiss me begs Shawn in a whisper. Jason smiles and kisses Shawn passionatly. Soon Jason breaks the kiss and kisses his way down Shawns sweaty body. He licks each of Shawns nipples. Shawn moans in pleasure. Then Jason licks Shawns sweaty armpits. It tickled. But felt good in a wierd way. Then as Jason made his way down to his crotch. He pulls Shawns sweaty underwear and shorts to suck on Shawns beautiful cock. Shawn moans in pleasure. His whole body shakes and trembles. Hes loving every minute of this. Ooohhhh... Moans Shawn knowing he was very close to shooting his load. Jason stops. You ok asks Jason. Yeah... Says Shawn dont stop begs Shawn. Jason smiles. He goes back to sucking Shawns cock for a minute then pays attention to Shawns sweaty ball sack. He licks and sucks them. Shawn moans louder... Turn around says Jason. Shawn looks at Jason worriedly. I promise... Youll love this assures Jason. Shawn turns around. Bend over the bed orders Jason. Shawn does reluctantly. His body was shaking. Jason spreads Shawns ass cheeks apart to see the sweaty crack and tiny little pink rosebud squeezed shut. There was just a tiny but of hair around the hole. Shawn didnt know what to expect. He was scared. Then he felt something warm. Something amazing. Ooohhhhhhh he moans louder then expected. Jason was licking Shawn asshole. Shawn couldnt believe how amazing this was feeling. His body was shaking. He was moaning in the sheets. His hole finally relaxed after ten minutes of rimming. Jason took his and began to tongue fuck Shawns virgin hole. Shawn moaned louder and louder. This was an amazing feeling he never wanted to end. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum all over the bed. Jason loved the taste of Shawns sweaty asshole. Sweaty armpit. His dick was so hard. He desperately wanted deep inside Shawns virgin ass. But knew he wouldnt be doing this anytime soon. Jason ate Shawn for another good twenty minutes before Shawn asked if he could suck Jason. Jason smiles. Sure says Jason sitting on the edge of the bed. Shawn gets on the floor between Jason legs. He looks at Jasons eight inches. He wanted to suck it so bad. But what if he wasnt good? What if Jason got mad? He didnt want to cry again but tears filled his eyes. Hey... You dont have to says Jason. I want to. I just dont wanna be bad at it says Shawn. Jason laughs. I was bad at my first blowjob too says Jason honestly. Really asks Shawn? Its normal. The more you do it the better you get admits Jason. Shawn smiles. He looks at Jasons cock. Strokes it and then begins to suck on the tip. Like a lolipop. He begins to take more and more into his mouth. Jason groans as Shawns teeths scrap his dick. Once. Twice. Three times. Shawn... Says Jason pushing him off his dick. Go like this says Jason making an O... Protect your teeths so they dont scrap on my dick says Jason. Shawn looks at Jason in dissapointment. Youll get better. Practice makes perfect says Jason. Shawn knew that but who would he practice on. He couldnt stay here forever. He needed to get back to the studio. Tour. His family. But he was determined to make Jason cum. He sucked for a good twenty minutes. Getting better snd better. He licks Jasons balls like he did to him. Driving Jason crazy. Jason falls onto his back as he moans while his balls are being licked and sucked. Shawn decides to venture lower. Jason soon lifts his legs up to expose his vulnerable hole. It was hairy. Not too hairy. Shawn shoves his face in and begins rimming Jason. Well... Trying to. Oooohhhh moans Jason as Shawns tongue licks around and soon tongue fucks him. Jasons body squirms. Jason loves being rimmed. Besides topping or bottoming rimming was right behind it. Shawn ate Jasons hole for a good ten more minutes. His cock still leaking precum so was Jasons. Shawn soon decided he wanted to suck Jasons cock again. He was determined to make him cum. He made sure to protect his teeth so his teeths wouldnt touch Jasons cock. For another fifteen minutes he sucked. Are you gonna cum asks Shawn pulling off? Its ok says Jason. Let me suck you says Jason. Shawn felt defeated. He let Jason expertly suck his cock. He watched Jasons technique. He would do what he was doing to him. Shawn knew he wouldnt last long. Jasons finger found Shawns hole. Shawn looked at Jason worriedly. Jason just played with Shawns virgin ass. Teased it. Within a minute Shawn was groaning and moaning. His body buckling as he exploded into Jasons mouth. Ooohhhh... Ooohhh... Aaaaahhhhhhrrrggghhhhh growls Shawn. Jason almost choked. He wasnt expecting that big of a mouthful. But a mouthful he did of Shawns creamy boiling cum. Shawn collapses on the bed, exhausted. Jason swallows Shawns cum. It tasted salty and bleachy and fruity. Wow says Shawn. Jason laughs. Let me suck you again so you can cum says Shawn. Its ok, i dont often cum from a blowjob assures Jason. Its not your fault. Unless i jerk off or fuck some ass i dont usually cum says Jason sadly. What can i do to help you cum asks Shawn? Jason laughs. You can lick and suck my nipples while i jerk off says Jason. Shawn does as Jason asks. He sucks and licks Jason nipples as Jason strokes his cock. Shawn feels guilty, sad, dissapointed about not being able to make Jason cum from his mouth. He decides to go lower snd lick Jasons balls. Jason moans in pleasure. He jerks with one hand and with the other he tweeks his own nipples... Five minutes later hes moaning and groaning as he shoots a nice thick load all over himself. Shawn looks at Jasons mess. Since Jason swallowed his load he licks it up from Jasons body. It didnt really taste like much. Afterwards they just laid in bed. Shawn still confused but smiling... Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my way. jJ | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 11:29:30 +0000
From: Jj Rivers <[email protected]>
Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience 2
This is not real. Its fiction. Please donate to nifty.
It had been months. But Shawn Mendes was on a small break from touring and
returned to Ottawa. He sat in his hotel room shaking. He was scared. He had
texted Jason. Jason replied a few hours later to say he would come by. To
take his mind off of Jason he began to work out in his room. His whole body
drenched in sweat. He was so into his workout he forgot about Jason but
when he heard the knock on the door everything came back to him. He
answered the door and let Jason in. He looks outside to make sure Jason
wasnt followed. He closes and locks the door behind him. They look at each
other. Both not saying anything for a good ten minutes. Why am i here asks
Jason. Shawn dosent know what to say. There both sitting on the
bed. I... I... Stumbles Shawn. Then Shawn surprises them both and kisses
Jason on the lips. Jason is taken aback but dosent stop the kiss and soon
kisses Shawn back. The kiss felt so good. Jasons lips on
his. Soft. Warm. Wet. Amazing. Tears fill his eyes. Shawn stops the
kiss. He touches his lips then looks at Jason. Im... Im sorry says
Shawn... Its ok says Jason grabbing Shawns hand. Ive been where youve
been. Im out and it feels so good. Your time will come. Wether its in a few
weeks. Months. Years. One day youll feel comfortable enough to come out
says Jason. Shawns eyes were filled with tears as he soon began to
sob. Jason holds Shawns sweaty body into his arms... They soon cuddle on
the bed. Shawns head laying on Jasons chest. What... What was your first
time like asks Shawn? Good admits Jason. I... I had a good top. It hurt at
first but he listened. If i asked him to stop or slow down he did says
Jason matter of factly. The sex was great between him and i but we werent
made for a relationship. And my first time as a top well... Not so great
laughs Jason. I didnt know what the fuck to do. But now i do says Jason
happily. Do... Do you prefer to top or bottom asks Shawn curiously? Jason
laughs. Depends on my mood. It changes. I love topping and making the
bottom feel good. Wether he wants to be made love to or pounded hard says
Jason with a laugh. And when i want to bottom sometimes i like it slow and
gentle and sometimes i like it hard says Jason. They both laugh. Both are
soon rock hard. Shawn dosent say anything for awhile. Shawn gets up and
down half a bottle of water. You want anything asks Shawn? Water would be
great admits Jason. His throat suddenly feeling dry. I should probably go
take another shower laughs Shawn. Jason stops him with another kiss. Shawn
melts into Jasons kiss. Shawns hands are beside him. He dosent know what to
do with them. Jason breaks the kiss and removes Shawns sweaty tank
top. Shawn looks at Jason. Tell me to stop and i will promises Jason. Ok
says Shawn. Jason kisses Shawn again. Then Jason kisses Shawns neck getting
him into a frenzy. Hes moaning and groaning loudly. This feels amazing
thinks Shawn. Shawn takes Jasons t shirt off. Compared to him Jason wasnt
ripped. He didnt have abs. He had a little extra fat but Shawn didnt
care. He didnt want this to stop. Wait... I should shower... Im all sweaty
says Shawn. Jason laughs. I dont care says Jason. Shawn looks at him. This
is all new to me... I dont really know what to do admits
Shawn. Relax... Breathe... If theres something you dont like tell me to
stop and i will promises Jason. Shawn looks at Jason. Kiss me begs Shawn in
a whisper. Jason smiles and kisses Shawn passionatly. Soon Jason breaks the
kiss and kisses his way down Shawns sweaty body. He licks each of Shawns
nipples. Shawn moans in pleasure. Then Jason licks Shawns sweaty
armpits. It tickled. But felt good in a wierd way. Then as Jason made his
way down to his crotch. He pulls Shawns sweaty underwear and shorts to suck
on Shawns beautiful cock. Shawn moans in pleasure. His whole body shakes
and trembles. Hes loving every minute of this. Ooohhhh... Moans Shawn
knowing he was very close to shooting his load. Jason stops. You ok asks
Jason. Yeah... Says Shawn dont stop begs Shawn. Jason smiles. He goes back
to sucking Shawns cock for a minute then pays attention to Shawns sweaty
ball sack. He licks and sucks them. Shawn moans louder... Turn around says
Jason. Shawn looks at Jason worriedly. I promise... Youll love this assures
Jason. Shawn turns around. Bend over the bed orders Jason. Shawn does
reluctantly. His body was shaking. Jason spreads Shawns ass cheeks apart to
see the sweaty crack and tiny little pink rosebud squeezed shut. There was
just a tiny but of hair around the hole. Shawn didnt know what to
expect. He was scared. Then he felt something warm. Something
amazing. Ooohhhhhhh he moans louder then expected. Jason was licking Shawn
asshole. Shawn couldnt believe how amazing this was feeling. His body was
shaking. He was moaning in the sheets. His hole finally relaxed after ten
minutes of rimming. Jason took his and began to tongue fuck Shawns virgin
hole. Shawn moaned louder and louder. This was an amazing feeling he never
wanted to end. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum all over the bed.
Jason loved the taste of Shawns sweaty asshole. Sweaty armpit. His dick was
so hard. He desperately wanted deep inside Shawns virgin ass. But knew he
wouldnt be doing this anytime soon. Jason ate Shawn for another good twenty
minutes before Shawn asked if he could suck Jason. Jason smiles. Sure says
Jason sitting on the edge of the bed. Shawn gets on the floor between Jason
legs. He looks at Jasons eight inches. He wanted to suck it so bad. But
what if he wasnt good? What if Jason got mad? He didnt want to cry again
but tears filled his eyes. Hey... You dont have to says Jason. I want to. I
just dont wanna be bad at it says Shawn. Jason laughs. I was bad at my
first blowjob too says Jason honestly. Really asks Shawn? Its normal. The
more you do it the better you get admits Jason. Shawn smiles. He looks at
Jasons cock. Strokes it and then begins to suck on the tip. Like a
lolipop. He begins to take more and more into his mouth. Jason groans as
Shawns teeths scrap his dick. Once. Twice. Three times. Shawn... Says Jason
pushing him off his dick. Go like this says Jason making an O... Protect
your teeths so they dont scrap on my dick says Jason. Shawn looks at Jason
in dissapointment. Youll get better. Practice makes perfect says
Jason. Shawn knew that but who would he practice on. He couldnt stay here
forever. He needed to get back to the studio. Tour. His family. But he was
determined to make Jason cum. He sucked for a good twenty minutes. Getting
better snd better. He licks Jasons balls like he did to him. Driving Jason
crazy. Jason falls onto his back as he moans while his balls are being
licked and sucked. Shawn decides to venture lower. Jason soon lifts his
legs up to expose his vulnerable hole. It was hairy. Not too hairy. Shawn
shoves his face in and begins rimming Jason. Well... Trying to. Oooohhhh
moans Jason as Shawns tongue licks around and soon tongue fucks him. Jasons
body squirms. Jason loves being rimmed. Besides topping or bottoming
rimming was right behind it. Shawn ate Jasons hole for a good ten more
minutes. His cock still leaking precum so was Jasons. Shawn soon decided he
wanted to suck Jasons cock again. He was determined to make him cum. He
made sure to protect his teeth so his teeths wouldnt touch Jasons cock. For
another fifteen minutes he sucked. Are you gonna cum asks Shawn pulling
off? Its ok says Jason. Let me suck you says Jason. Shawn felt defeated. He
let Jason expertly suck his cock. He watched Jasons technique. He would do
what he was doing to him. Shawn knew he wouldnt last long. Jasons finger
found Shawns hole. Shawn looked at Jason worriedly. Jason just played with
Shawns virgin ass. Teased it. Within a minute Shawn was groaning and
moaning. His body buckling as he exploded into Jasons
mouth. Ooohhhh... Ooohhh... Aaaaahhhhhhrrrggghhhhh growls Shawn. Jason
almost choked. He wasnt expecting that big of a mouthful. But a mouthful he
did of Shawns creamy boiling cum. Shawn collapses on the bed,
exhausted. Jason swallows Shawns cum. It tasted salty and bleachy and
fruity. Wow says Shawn. Jason laughs. Let me suck you again so you can cum
says Shawn. Its ok, i dont often cum from a blowjob assures Jason. Its not
your fault. Unless i jerk off or fuck some ass i dont usually cum says
Jason sadly.
What can i do to help you cum asks Shawn? Jason laughs. You can lick and
suck my nipples while i jerk off says Jason. Shawn does as Jason asks. He
sucks and licks Jason nipples as Jason strokes his cock. Shawn feels
guilty, sad, dissapointed about not being able to make Jason cum from his
mouth. He decides to go lower snd lick Jasons balls. Jason moans in
pleasure. He jerks with one hand and with the other he tweeks his own
nipples...
Five minutes later hes moaning and groaning as he shoots a nice thick load
all over himself. Shawn looks at Jasons mess. Since Jason swallowed his
load he licks it up from Jasons body. It didnt really taste like much.
Afterwards they just laid in bed. Shawn still confused but smiling...
Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my
way. jJ
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Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part Four
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From Part Three
Harry flared his Cloak of Invisibility into the air, it settled over them and they disappeared from the sight of any observers. Harry jerked his hips and his cock juddered inside Oliver's hot sucking mouth.
Unseen a voice was heard, "Hold Tight," then "Rise," and a misty shimmer wafted across the place where they had been, the shimmer floated and then rose higher. Underneath the cloak Harry sat on the brooms his hands on Oliver's head; his now seven inches of virginal teencock buried to the hilt in Oliver's fellating mouth. As the brooms rose higher and higher Oliver began to suck furiously.
Harry Potter about to join the one hundred foot high oral club balanced precariously on the two flying broomsticks moaned gutturally and deeply, his rapacious lust soared as high as they flew upwards.
Part Four
Harry moaned as Oliver's accommodating mouth sucked and licked and swallowed his bulbous head, his spicy honeyed teenjuices spilling into the hot sweltering furnace of Oliver's mouth. The two brooms buckled and rocked as his body conveyed its sensual writhings to the cognitive magical elementals that gave the brooms their ability to fly and relate to their riders. Oliver in turn received the transmitted feelings; they served to amplify his own emotions concerning his new-found love for Harry's teencock and in turn these were transmitted to Harry, the brooms continued to act as circular circulating conductors for their combined enjoyment and their flight path swooped and swayed in response to the flaring delights.
"Fuck this is so hot!" Harry growled as another surge of tickling delight made him send the brooms into a loop de loop, just missing the top of the clock tower on its downward trajectory. Lost within the strange spell the two magically enhanced teenagers rolled and roamed the airspace above Hogwarts many towered and spired buildings as Oliver's mouth clung around Harry's teencrown, his tongue expertly ravishing the mauvey plum coloured glans and relishing the flavour of Harry's spicy precum. `This tastes wonderful,' Oliver thought as he suckled the juice giving source, `why have I never done this before? This is awesome' he moved his lips along the sticky shaft, the seven-inch lance slowly moving inside drawn to his accommodating throat.
Harry grunted as his sensed the tight moist tunnel opening as his teencrown broached the entrance to Oliver's throat, he felt the two little fleshy bulbs that hung just before the opening brush against his glans, the soggy saggy blips stroking his purpled head, creating another blissful delightful surge that raced along his nerves, tingling and flaring the ignited tickling pleasure and enhancing the joys of the precarious inflight cocksuck.
The flying brooms swung around and around in the oscillating looping whilst the totally naked Oliver and Harry hidden inside their invisible airborne cocoon continued with their magical enjoyments. Oliver swallowed the head of Harry's pulsing helmet, the gloopy fluids dripping down his throat directly to his stomach as Harry stretched outward, his body forming a star shape on the brooms, as the resultant delight that juddered inside him made his mind and body react to the strong surges. At the apex of one of the soaring loops Harry found himself able to view the whole of Hogwarts spread out before him as they dropped downwards, his teendick impaled in Oliver's throat vibrated, the gravity pull adding a further force so his teenprick slid further inside Oliver's expanding throat. Down and down they flew, almost touching the blades of grass on the practice ground before soaring upwards, Harry sensed the inner flight of his seed and the flight of the combined brooms becoming interlocked, as the brooms took flight and soared towards the sky, his balls twitched and rocked, his teencock bloated and throbbed as Oliver's throat swelled and compressed around the meatyflesh, sucking and swallowing with increased rapacious rapidity. Oliver moved a hand to grasp Harry's ballsac, he tugged the squidgy sac closer, Harry's teendick sliding in further, deeper inside his throat. At last his lips came into contact with the satiny crinkled hairs around the base of Harry's shaft; he had successfully taken the entire pulsing seven inches inside his mouth and throat. Harry yowled with delight as the pressure around his cockhead and shaft intensified and with it the pleasure was magnified ecstatically. The brooms flew higher, a straight-line upwards vertical direction with Harry and Oliver still safely astride the wooden handles. All Harry could see was the sky and the clouds, all Oliver could see was the pink skin of Harry's stomach and then as the brooms reached the apex and made a swift one hundred and eight degree turnabout, Oliver's mouth opened, widened, expanded stretching further until with a squelching suck Harry's hairy humping balls joined his teencock in the hot clamping damp embrace of Oliver's oral cavity.
Down, downwards the brooms flew, Harry's view of clouds and sky altered; now the distant forms of Hogwarts magnified swiftly in his sight as they flew back down, suddenly stars and comets and glittering flaring suns buzzed amongst the enlarging buildings and Harry grunted and growled as his teenprick exploded, the surges of seed soaring along his hidden piping sending tingling itches roaring inside him and then as they came within reach of the Clock tower, his helmet expanded and pulsed and his spunk jetted violently inside Oliver's swallowing mouth and throat. Oliver never even gagged, the fat meaty tube was already delivering Harry's spunky load direct to his stomach, he felt the orgasmic pulsings, the bloating of Harry's bloating crown as his throat contained the orgasmic spasms, he felt the similar throbs of Harry's balls within the hairy sac against his tongue as they expelled their fertile contents, Harry's teenage spunk scouring along his tiny procreation tubing to drop into Oliver's waiting stomach.
Oliver poised as he was between the brooms, his mouth limpet like on Harry's pubic nest swallowed and swallowed as the salty nectar swirled into his stomach. As he took the full fruits of Harry's throbbing orbs, his own spongy ovals clenched and quivered as his own teenage joy blossomed, the sparkling lights that glittered across his eyes were far greater in brilliance and variety than any magical sparks or fireworks that he had seen or experienced and his head shook with the electrical delights of such a cosmic orgasm. His five inches of smooth teenage cock bloated spasmodically where it hung between the broomsticks and his shooting strings of teencum showered down on the practice ground where it sparkled in the late afternoon sun as it exited the scope of gthe Invisibility Cloak.
"Oh Harry," Oliver reluctantly removed Harry's wonderful tasty teenmeat, kissed the sticky tip and gazed in complete adoration and worship. "You taste fabulous," Oliver purred, 'His cock tastes so good and his juices are awesome,' he thought and the looked up adoringly at the fourteen year old wizard, 'I hope he lets me suck him as often as possible,' he kissed the slowly deflating tip and then the brooms slowly changed position, turning so they were horizontal and at then halted, hovering at stepping off level.
Harry slid of the broomhandles, his head was still full of the joys of his loop de looping orgasm and he stretched, his Cloak of Invisibility swirled ensuring that Oliver and his own nakedness continued to be obscured. Oliver stood on the grass, his feet came stickily into contact with his spunk puddles which splattered the ground, but he gave it no mind or notice. Casually he picked up Harry's clothes and slowly dressed his teammate, his sensual dressing adding to his sense of pure servile bliss in serving his Seeker, his teammate Harry Potter. The last item to be put on was Harry's shorts and Oliver knelt and kissed Harry's wilted teenprick as he reluctantly eased the cotton shorts over Harry's groin, a sense of loss rose within him as the fabled teenmeat was covered and lost from his sight.
"Thank you Oliver," Harry smiled.
"Anytime Harry, anytime for my Seeker" Oliver stroked his hand across the front of Harry's shorts feeling the spongy small tube, a small look of puzzlement awoke in his eyes.
Harry's book which lay on the grass suddenly fluttered as a breeze moved the pages. The breeze became stronger and the book jerked and closed with a snap! Harry shook his head and sensing his Invisibility Cloak quietly unwrapped it and folded it up; seeing the book on the ground he picked it up and put it in the pocket of his Quidditch cloak along with his Invisibility Cloak. 'Why did I bring that with me?' he thought and then turned towards Oliver.
"Good practice?" he was not sure as to what had happened.
"Oh very good," Oliver Woods preened as he stroked his floating broom handle, it reminded him of something but for the moment he could not quite recall but he wrapped his hand around the stem and stroked his hand back and forth, at the same time his mouth pouted and his tongue swirled inside his mouth, he could taste something nice along the edges of his tongue but again what he was tasting quite escaped him. "Time to hit the showers," Oliver picked up his cloak and threw it around his naked body. Picking up his scattered clothes in one hand, his broom in the other he accompanied Harry to the changing rooms.
As Harry entered the changing rooms, he felt the book shift slightly in his cloak pocket. As Oliver hung his cloak up and dropped his clothes on the bench Harry puzzled but drawn to the pocket of his cloak took the book out of the pocket of his Quidditch cloak, he felt the yearning urge to open the book and turn the pages but then the changing room doors flew open and a group of Ravenclaw players entered, the book suddenly took on an inauspicious appearance and Harry found himself looking at the worn binding and shrugging his shoulders tucked the book back in his cloak pocket. `Why have I got that book with me' was his puzzled unconscious thought
Oliver naked was talking animatedly with the Ravenclaw team, discussing their last match and the prospects for each team in Hogwarts. Harry slipped unnoticed into an unoccupied stall and stood under the hot flow of water, the sheeting droplets of hot water battered his skin and his body relaxed. `Something happened to me but what?' he puzzled his head as he soaped and caressed his limp teendick and balls, now returned to normal size.
'Must have been a hard practice.' he thought as his back muscles twinged under the fierce jets of steamy water and an ache between his legs was put down to having to ride the brooms hard in flight. `Must have squashed my balls against the broom handle' he considered as he tenderly stroked them, allowing the healing hot water to flow over them.
Oliver was towelling himself dry as Harry dressed in his normal clothes, "See you in the common room Oliver," Harry moved to walk past Oliver, his bag with his Quidditch sportswear in his hand.
Oliver stood up, his towel dropped to the floor, his toned and muscular naked body fully on view. Harry admired Oliver's athletic form but as he moved to walk past Oliver, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain reached out and grabbed him.
"That was a hard practice," Oliver spoke with a beaming smile on his face and then to Harry's surprise leaned close and kissed him on the lips. Harry stunned by Oliver's show of affection was frozen to the floor as Oliver's tongue slipped between his lips, for a strange moment Harry felt a warmth forming inside him, he tenuously accepted the probing tongue and kissed Oliver back. "We'll do it again soon, won't we, soon as possible please?" Harry heard the begging pleading in Oliver's voice and nodded his head, even more puzzled and much more not quite sure what was happening or what had happened. A loud shout sounded out from where the Ravenclaw players were finishing their showers broke upon the kiss and reluctantly Harry let Oliver go.
"Till next time Harry," Oliver blew a nonplussed Harry a kiss and picked up his towel, he made no attempt to cover his nudity, just stood there watching Harry. Harry nodded and with his head swirling with uncertain thoughts he left the changing rooms.
"Hi Harry, don't I look good in these," Ron stood in their dormitory, he was naked apart from the blue briefs with the white edgings, the pair of briefs that Harry had bought for him. Open-mouthed Harry watched as Ron whirled and twirled, his hand on his right hip, accentuating his teenbulge. "Or would you prefer if I took them off," Ron simpered and edged the side of the trunks down, exposing his ivory pink flesh and a shadowy dark red patch where his Weasley Red pubic hairs should soon appear. Ron took a step closer to Harry and winked as he twirled once more, Harry caught sight of Ron's plump cheeks, the blue briefs seemed almost glued to Ron's arse and his eyes glinted as different thoughts broke in his head.
"They look cool on you Ron," Harry turned as Seamus entered the dormitory, as he spoke he was removing his trousers and then his shirt, he stood by his bed wearing just his tight off white briefs with the dancing leprechauns, the slight bulge between his legs a darker shadow of grey in the dormitory light, his wrinkled grey school socks flopped creasing around his ankles. A puzzled look crossed his face and he looked down at his bulge, "Should I take them off Harry?" he asked softly.
"Take what off?" Neville Longbottom entered and threw off his clothes, his multicoloured cotton Haynes trunks were a colourful rainbow glow in the dorm.
"No! its my knickers Harry wants. He wants me to take of my undies," Ron protested and placed his hands inside the waistband of his briefs.
"No me!" Sean and Neville spoke as one.
Harry stunned, stepped back a full pace as his friends moved towards him, in total syncopation they slid their hands into the waistbands of their respective underwear and in a unified motion slid their underthing's off, in Neville and Sean's case, their socks were also removed. All three teenagers stood naked in front of Harry, their hands back on their hips as they mutually swayed, each teenagers teentreasure drooping and waving loosely in the air.
Harry was nonplussed and then he felt a warmth emanate from his sportsbag, without knowing why he reached in, the strange book lay on top of his Quidditch uniform, the front cover appeared to gleam and shine. He bent closer to try and read the title on the cover.
Abruptly the clang of the dinner gong sounded throughout Hogwarts calling all students to the Great Hall for the evening meal, the penetrating sound broke through the mist that was whirling inside all four teenagers heads but the ever-present adolescent need for food blocked all other thoughts. Harry in the act of picking up the book thought he saw the book open slightly and then close with an abrupt and annoyed snap! `Odd?' he said to himself, `but then books were always odd at Hogwarts' Harry shrugged his shoulders, placed the book on his bedside table and stowed his sportsbag away.
"We must have been changing for dinner," Neville looked at the scattered piles of clothes, "Though its' not a special dinner is it?" a look of alarm crossed his face, "I don't have a clean shirt," his voice became panic stricken.
"Don't think so," Sean sat on the edge of his bed as he slowly dressed, he sniffed first one then the second of his socks and nodding to himself slipped the second one on his left foot, "that's' the right one," he said almost under his breath.
"I do like these briefs you got me Harry," beamed Ron as he smoothed them over his teenbulge, "makes my knob look bigger."
"Shapes and holds," Neville added knowledgeably as he dressed.
All four joined the steady stream of fellow Hogwarts students flowing through the corridor towards the Great Hall. Food and lots of it now the only thing on their mind.
Percy Weasley stood naked before the long mirror in his dormitory, he posed and looked at himself from several different positions and angles, admiring his four inches of floppy teenprick and the lose hanging sac that swung gently as he swished and swayed.
"Move over," an equally naked Oliver Woods pushed him to one side and began a similar posing routine.
"Hey!" Percy turned towards the intruder, their eyes met and immediately they moved together and kissed.
The gong sounded and disturbed the kiss, "You look good naked Percy," Oliver said softly.
"So do you," beamed Percy and then both shook their heads as the gong echoed and drove away all other thoughts.
"I suppose we better get dressed," Oliver picked up his tight white briefs and swung them on the end of his finger.
"We could go commando," Percy chuckled as he swung his own crimson trunks on his fingertip.
"Yes we must do that, every day, from now on," Oliver spoke seriously and Percy nodded.
"We must," he said.
The two seniors dressed, minus their underwear and joined the queue filing past the Fat Lady.
"Properly attired this time Master Percy," the Fat Lady smirked as they passed. Percy went bright red to the very tip of his ears, almost matching the colour of his Weasley red hair.
Harry sat with his friends; Hermione sat opposite and after a time put her head on one side and a quizzical look appeared on her face.
"Why are they offering you bits off their plates?" she directed her question at Harry.
Harry looked at the three forks that were pointed at him, each held a choice piece of chicken and adoring wishful glances adorned Ron, Sean and Neville's faces.
"I don't know," he grinned and lifting his plate took all three offerings. Ron, Sean and Neville beamed at him, "Its better if I take them all," he said to Hermione, "they seem to get upset if I chose one above the other."
"Must be some sort of charm spell," Hermione's face indicated her brain was methodically thinking through the known to her charm spells. Harry ate happily enjoying his food and even more happier that all his close friends were equally happy, especially Hermione who was engrossed in her mental searching of charm spells.
Draco stirred his plate, he looked suspiciously at the tomatoes on his plate, `they seem more red than usual' he thought gloomily and glared at Harry Potter, `it's not fair that he should be so happy' his envy causing his brow to wrinkle.
"That's odd," said Goyle "Draco your forehead is very red looking have you got a pain?"
"What!" Draco dropped his fork and smoothed his hand over his brow; he then looked at his palm which looked its normal pale ivory hue.
"Whatever it was is gone," Goyle said stuffing his mouth with a huge piece of sausage.
Draco picked up his spoon and turned it over, he looked at his reflection in the concave shiny surface, "Can's see anything wrong," he muttered. `This whole red thing is making my life a misery' he told himself.
After dinner all the students returned to their houses for study, Percy Weasley as Library Monitor sat in one of the closed cubicles in the library, he studied the book he had obtained from the Adult restricted area, now and again he stared behind him to make sure no one was watching him. He kept adjusting the concealing cover of the book, `The Art of Fellatio through the Ages' to ensure no one could see what he was reading. In his head he imagined a particularly large teenage cock, `I must be a better cocksucker,' his thoughts ran, `must be able to serve that cock better,' Percy's need to be `the best' was a known trait of his.
Oliver read and re-read his new Quidditch manual; "The Art of Levitation Whilst Flying' as he concentrated on the various chants and wordings he unconsciously stroked the handle of his broom, his slim hand moving up and down the shaft, caressing the broom handle in the most expressive of intimate ways.
Harry sat in the Library, the book opened before him was `Basic Owl Handling' and he was absorbed in the information. `Hagrid was right about this book, I ought to have read it over the holidays' he said to himself, his hand instinctively moving in relation to the illustrations concerning hand signals for giving instructions to flying owls instead of calls and whistles. `Can't wait to try some of these out with Hedwig,' he smiled to himself.
Draco dropped his pen and scrunched the piece of paper he had been writing, `Snape is going to be so mad,' he glared at the paper, the bright red ink of the words he had written glowed through the crumpled paper ball. He looked at his pen, a blob of black blue ink shone from the tip. "Fuck this!" he spoke aloud. Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other and bent their heads to their own heavy going Potions homework; `Draco in a bad mood was not something they wanted to have to deal with' was their uppermost thinking.
The evening routine in Hogwarts came to its nightly end. In Harry's dorm his three friends lay naked on their beds watching as he got undressed. Harry felt slightly unnerved with three pairs of eyes watching his every move plus the sight of his friends exposed but limp teencocks were concerning. `What has got into them?' Harry wondered as he pulled up his striped flannel pyjama bottoms. He was aware the three sets of eyes were focused on his pyjama fly and he double tied the knot, the ends of the frayed cords hung down over his slight teenbulge.
Harry got into bed, idly he picked up the book on his bedside table, the pages appeared to fly through his fingers and then the pages halted; the open page drew his attention. `To Engage With Variety in a Multi-person Relationship' he read and then a phase below floated off the page and wafted before his eyes. "Adoramus Erectus Multituduinous Congressation" Harry spoke the words aloud and as he finished Ron, Sean and Neville sat up and crossed towards his bed.
"Oh Harry, you're overdressed," Sean placed his hands on the double knot of Harry's pyjama cord.
"Oh no you don't," Ron's hand flashed downwards pushing Sean's hand aside, "I'm his best friend, I get to open his fly!"
Neville waved his hand, his fingers twisting in an unusual formation, "Cordus Unloucos," he whispered, and Harry's pyjama cord swiftly unknotted itself, the ends hung to the sides, wafting gently in the air.
Ron glared at Neville, "Levitaties Arises" he flicked his fingers towards Harry and Harry twitched as he rose slowly to hover in the air above his bed.
Seamus advanced and was about to speak when Neville clapped his hand across Seamus's mouth, "NO! We don't want to explode Harry," he hissed. Seamus nodded his head slowly and put his hands down by his sides.
"Removus Flanneletta" Ron clapped his hands and Harry watched as his pyjamas slid off his body, the flannel pyjamas floated in the air and then folded themselves and dropped onto a chair.
Harry floated naked in the air; he could feel the slight cool breeze flowing above and beneath his naked form. "Cupid Erectus Nonectus" Harry spoke the words that came unbidden inside his head. He felt the heat flare and blaze between his legs and then his teenage cock grew and grew and thickened.
"Fuck he's nine inches long," Neville's envious voice sounded in Harry's ear along with the roaring of his blood as his pulse raced violently.
"Nine inches of heaven," sighed Seamus, his mouth open and a drool forming from the side of his mouth dripped down his chin.
"Isn't he just," Ron beamed and his hand wrapped itself around the bloated bulbous head of the fat shaft that sprang from Harry's groin.
Neville and Seamus stepped forward together, their hands joined Ron's one under the other as they closed tight around the throbbing meaty pole. Harry sighed as their clasping and squeezing hands sent little shivers of pleasure starting to tremble along his spine. The book lay open on the bedside table, the words on the open page glowing and a spectral pink hue formed around the book, the spectral bubble slowly enlarging until it encompassed the dormitory.
Harry floated within the pink cocoon, his friends by his side, their hands gently wanking the huge teenmeat of his cock. Ron's hand carefully worked the taut foreskin back and down Harry's bloated teencrown, Harry moaned at the sensations that tingled and rocked within his body. He relished the cool of the breezes that wafted beneath his back as inside, his body heated up with the increasingly delightful bliss that his friends caressing hands were providing for him. Sean whose small hand was half curled around the wide base of Harry's meaty lance brought his other hand into play and began to cuddle the spongy squidgy sack of skin that held the large tangerine sized balls. Harry growled at the new delights Sean was creating. Neville on one side and Ron on the other brought their own free hands into play, they squeezed and caressed his teennubs, twisting and teasing the peaked points, Harry writhed and squirmed with delight, his floating body allowed to experience joys without the drag of gravity or friction apart from the friction Ron, Sean and Neville caressed his humungous cock with.
Harry's eyes boggled as he watched the massive lump of cockmeat pulse and throb under the triple caressing of his friend's adoring and worshiping hands. The three teenagers worked in total unison to squeeze and stroke and rub the Massif Central that protruded from Harry's groin, Ron working the gloops of precum that began to ooze from the large split in the centre of Harry's enlarged cockhead, transferred the sticky fluid from his hands to Neville's and then onto Seamus's. Harry was treated to the sticky sensation of his teats being oiled with his precum, the sensual lube adding a further level of excitement to the pleasures mounting and rising within him.
Ron kissed him first, Harry swiftly probing his friend's mouth with his tongue, the tingles inside him resounding higher and higher, then it was Neville's turn, followed By Seamus who reluctantly released his possessive hold on Harry's balls. Harry tasted each of his mates in turn, Ron was the warmest, the heat generated between them was intense, Neville was gentle and loving whilst Seamus was explosive and exciting.
Harry gasped then as Ron's mouth opened, wider and wider until it matched the girth of his enormous helmet and then Ron swallowed the pulsing head, his tongue rasping against the sensitive precum coated skin as Neville rubbed his shaft whilst Seamus returned to his loving adoring of Harry's lumpy ballsac. Harry moaned and the pink cocoon glowed redder and redder the more heated his desire became. Harry's head spun from side to side as the sucking and rubbing and squeezing of his teenprick continued, the air within the spectral bubble fermented with the heady odour of a teenager in ardent and aroused hormonal heat.
"Ohhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," screamed Harry.
End of Part Four
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<p><b><span>Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations</span></b><b><span> </span></b></p>
<p><b><span>Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations</span></b><b><span> </span></b><b><span>Part Four</span></b></p>
<p><span>� Van T Z <span>Boi</span> 2019</span></p>
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<p><span>From Part Three</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
flared his Cloak of Invisibility into the air, it settled over them and they
disappeared from the sight of any observers. Harry jerked his hips and his cock
juddered inside Oliver's hot sucking mouth.</span></p>
<p><span>
Unseen a voice was heard, "Hold Tight," then "Rise," and a misty shimmer
wafted across the place where they had been, the shimmer floated and then rose
higher. Underneath the cloak Harry sat on the brooms his hands on Oliver's
head; his now seven inches of virginal <span>teencock</span>
buried to the hilt in Oliver's fellating mouth. As the brooms rose higher and
higher Oliver began to suck furiously. </span></p>
<p><span>Harry
Potter about to join the one hundred foot high oral club balanced precariously
on the two flying broomsticks moaned gutturally and deeply, his rapacious lust
soared as high as they flew upwards. </span></p>
<p><span>Part Four</span></p>
<p><span>
Harry moaned as Oliver's accommodating mouth sucked and licked and
swallowed his bulbous head, his spicy honeyed <span>teenjuices</span>
spilling into the hot sweltering furnace of Oliver's mouth. The two brooms
buckled and rocked as his body conveyed its sensual <span>writhings</span>
to the cognitive magical elementals that gave the brooms their ability to fly
and relate to their riders. Oliver in turn received the transmitted feelings;
they served to amplify his own emotions concerning his new-found love for
Harry's <span>teencock</span> and in turn these were transmitted
to Harry, the brooms continued to act as circular circulating conductors for
their combined enjoyment and their flight path swooped and swayed in response
to the flaring delights.</span></p>
<p><span>
"Fuck this is so hot!" Harry growled as another surge of tickling
delight made him send the brooms into a loop de loop, just missing the top of
the clock tower on its downward trajectory. Lost within the strange spell the
two magically enhanced teenagers rolled and roamed the airspace above Hogwarts
many towered and <span>spired</span> buildings as Oliver's mouth
clung around Harry's <span>teencrown</span>, his tongue expertly
ravishing the <span>mauvey</span> plum coloured glans and
relishing the flavour of Harry's spicy precum. `<i>This tastes wonderful</i>,' Oliver thought as he suckled the juice
giving source, `<i>why have I never done
this before? This is awesom</i>e' he moved his lips along the sticky shaft, the
seven-inch lance slowly moving inside drawn to his accommodating throat.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
grunted as his sensed the tight moist tunnel opening as his <span>teencrown</span>
broached the entrance to Oliver's throat, he felt the two little fleshy bulbs
that hung just before the opening brush against his glans, the soggy saggy
blips stroking his purpled head, creating another blissful delightful surge
that raced along his nerves, tingling and flaring the ignited tickling pleasure
and enhancing the joys of the precarious <span>inflight</span> <span>cocksuck</span>.</span></p>
<p><span>The
flying brooms swung around and around in the oscillating looping whilst the
totally naked Oliver and Harry hidden inside their invisible airborne cocoon
continued with their magical enjoyments. Oliver swallowed the head of Harry's
pulsing helmet, the gloopy fluids dripping down his throat directly to his
stomach as Harry stretched outward, his body forming a star shape on the
brooms, as the resultant delight that juddered inside him made his mind and
body react to the strong surges. At the apex of one of the soaring loops Harry
found himself able to view the whole of Hogwarts spread out before him as they
dropped downwards, his <span>teendick</span> impaled in Oliver's
throat vibrated, the gravity pull adding a further force so his <span>teenprick</span> slid further inside Oliver's expanding throat.
Down and down they flew, almost touching the blades of grass on the practice
ground before soaring upwards, Harry sensed the inner flight of his seed and
the flight of the combined brooms becoming interlocked, as the brooms took
flight and soared towards the sky, his balls twitched and rocked, his <span>teencock</span> bloated and throbbed as Oliver's throat swelled
and compressed around the <span>meatyflesh</span>, sucking and
swallowing with increased rapacious rapidity. Oliver moved a hand to grasp
Harry's <span>ballsac,</span> he tugged the squidgy sac closer,
Harry's <span>teendick</span> sliding in further, deeper inside
his throat. At last his lips came into contact with the satiny crinkled hairs
around the base of Harry's shaft; he had successfully taken the entire pulsing
seven inches inside his mouth and throat. Harry yowled with delight as the
pressure around his cockhead and shaft intensified and with it the pleasure was
magnified ecstatically. The brooms flew higher, a straight-line upwards
vertical direction with Harry and Oliver still safely astride the wooden
handles. All Harry could see was the sky and the clouds, all Oliver could see
was the pink skin of Harry's stomach and then as the brooms reached the apex
and made a swift one hundred and eight degree turnabout, Oliver's mouth opened,
widened, expanded stretching further until with a squelching suck Harry's hairy
humping balls joined his <span>teencock</span> in the hot clamping
damp embrace of Oliver's oral cavity.</span></p>
<p><span>Down,
downwards the brooms flew, Harry's view of clouds and sky altered; now the
distant forms of Hogwarts magnified swiftly in his sight as they flew back
down, suddenly stars and comets and glittering flaring suns buzzed amongst the
enlarging buildings and Harry grunted and growled as his <span>teenprick</span>
exploded, the surges of seed soaring along his hidden piping sending tingling
itches roaring inside him and then as they came within reach of the Clock
tower, his helmet expanded and pulsed and his spunk jetted violently inside
Oliver's swallowing mouth and throat. Oliver never even gagged, the fat meaty
tube was already delivering Harry's spunky load direct to his stomach, he felt
the orgasmic <span>pulsings</span>, the bloating of Harry's
bloating crown as his throat contained the orgasmic spasms, he felt the similar
throbs of Harry's balls within the hairy sac against his tongue as they
expelled their fertile contents, Harry's teenage spunk scouring along his tiny
procreation tubing to drop into Oliver's waiting stomach.</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver
poised as he was between the brooms, his mouth limpet like on Harry's pubic
nest swallowed and swallowed as the salty nectar swirled into his stomach. As
he took the full fruits of Harry's throbbing orbs, his own spongy ovals
clenched and quivered as his own teenage joy blossomed, the sparkling lights
that glittered across his eyes were far greater in brilliance and variety than
any magical sparks or fireworks that he had seen or experienced and his head
shook with the electrical delights of such a cosmic orgasm. His five inches of
smooth teenage cock bloated spasmodically where it hung between the broomsticks
and his shooting strings of <span>teencum</span> showered down on
the practice ground where it sparkled in the late afternoon sun as it exited
the scope of <span>gthe</span> Invisibility Cloak.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
Harry," Oliver reluctantly removed Harry's wonderful tasty <span>teenmeat</span>, kissed the sticky tip and gazed in complete
adoration and worship. "You taste fabulous," Oliver purred, <i>'His cock tastes so good and his juices are
awesome</i>,' he thought and <span>the</span> looked up adoringly
at the fourteen year old wizard, <i>'I hope
he lets me suck him as often as possible</i>,' he kissed the slowly deflating
tip and then the brooms slowly changed position, turning so they were
horizontal and at then halted, hovering at stepping off level.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
slid of the <span>broomhandles</span>, his head was still full of
the joys of his loop de looping orgasm and he stretched, his Cloak of
Invisibility swirled ensuring that Oliver and his own nakedness continued to be
obscured. Oliver stood on the grass, his feet came <span>stickily</span>
into contact with his spunk puddles which splattered the ground, but he gave it
no mind or notice. Casually he picked up Harry's clothes and slowly dressed his
teammate, his sensual dressing adding to his sense of pure servile bliss in
serving his Seeker, his teammate Harry Potter. The last item to be put on was
Harry's shorts and Oliver knelt and kissed Harry's wilted <span>teenprick</span>
as he reluctantly eased the cotton shorts over Harry's groin, a sense of loss
rose within him as the fabled <span>teenmeat</span> was covered
and lost from his sight.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you Oliver," Harry smiled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Anytime
Harry, anytime for my Seeker" Oliver stroked his hand across the front of
Harry's shorts feeling the spongy small tube, a small look of puzzlement awoke
in his eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry's
book which lay on the grass suddenly fluttered as a breeze moved the pages. The
breeze became stronger and the book jerked and closed with a snap! Harry shook
his head and sensing his Invisibility Cloak quietly <span>unwrapped</span>
it and folded it up; seeing the book on the ground he picked it up and put it
in the pocket of his <span>Quidditch</span> cloak along with his
Invisibility Cloak. 'Why did I bring that with me?' he thought and then turned
towards Oliver.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
practice?" he was not sure as to what had happened.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
very good," Oliver Woods preened as he stroked his floating broom handle,
it reminded him of something but for the moment he could not quite recall but
he wrapped his hand around the stem and stroked his hand back and forth, at the
same time his mouth pouted and his tongue swirled inside his mouth, he could
taste something nice along the edges of his tongue but again what he was
tasting quite escaped him. "Time to hit the showers," Oliver picked
up his cloak and threw it around his naked body. Picking up his scattered
clothes in one hand, his broom in the other he accompanied Harry to the
changing rooms.</span></p>
<p><span>As
Harry entered the changing rooms, he felt the book shift slightly in his cloak
pocket. As Oliver hung his cloak up and dropped his clothes on the bench Harry
puzzled but drawn to the pocket of his cloak took the book out of the pocket of
his <span>Quidditch</span> cloak, he felt the yearning urge to
open the book and turn the pages but then the changing room doors flew open and
a group of <span>Ravenclaw</span> players entered, the book
suddenly took on an inauspicious appearance and Harry found himself looking at
the worn binding and shrugging his shoulders tucked the book back in his cloak
pocket. `<i>Why have I got that book with me</i>'
was his puzzled unconscious thought</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver
naked was talking animatedly with the <span>Ravenclaw</span> team,
discussing their last match and the prospects for each team in Hogwarts. Harry
slipped unnoticed into an unoccupied stall and stood under the hot flow of
water, the sheeting droplets of hot water battered his skin and his body
relaxed. <i>`Something happened to me but
what?</i>' he puzzled his head as he soaped and caressed his limp <span>teendick</span> and balls, now returned to normal size. </span></p>
<p><span>'Must
have been a hard practice.' he thought as his back muscles twinged under the
fierce jets of steamy water and an ache between his legs was put down to having
to ride the brooms hard in flight. `Must have squashed my balls against the
broom handle' he considered as he tenderly stroked them, allowing the healing
hot water to flow over them.</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver
was towelling himself dry as Harry dressed in his normal clothes, "See you
in the common room Oliver," Harry moved to walk past Oliver, his bag with
his <span>Quidditch</span> sportswear in his hand.</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver
stood up, his towel dropped to the floor, his toned and muscular naked body
fully on view. Harry admired Oliver's athletic form but as he moved to walk
past Oliver, the Gryffindor <span>Quidditch</span> Captain reached
out and grabbed him.</span></p>
<p><span>"That
was a hard practice," Oliver spoke with a beaming smile on his face and
then to Harry's surprise leaned close and kissed him on the lips. Harry stunned
by Oliver's show of affection was frozen to the floor as Oliver's tongue
slipped between his lips, for a strange moment Harry felt <span>a
warmth</span> forming inside him, he tenuously accepted the probing tongue and
kissed Oliver back. "We'll do it again soon, won't we, soon as possible
please?" Harry heard the begging pleading in Oliver's voice and nodded his
head, even more puzzled and much more not quite sure what was happening or what
had happened. A loud shout sounded out from where the <span>Ravenclaw</span>
players were finishing their showers broke upon the kiss and reluctantly Harry
let Oliver go.</span></p>
<p><span>"Till
next time Harry," Oliver blew a nonplussed Harry a kiss and picked up his
towel, he made no attempt to cover his nudity, just stood there watching Harry.
Harry nodded and with his head swirling with uncertain thoughts he left the
changing rooms.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi
Harry, don't I look good in these," Ron stood in their dormitory, he was
naked apart from the blue briefs with the white edgings, the pair of briefs
that Harry had bought for him. Open-mouthed Harry watched as Ron whirled and <span>twirled,</span> his hand on his right hip, accentuating his <span>teenbulge</span>. "Or would you prefer if I took them
off," Ron simpered and edged the side of the trunks down, exposing his
ivory pink flesh and a shadowy dark red patch where his <span>Weasley</span>
Red pubic hairs should soon appear.<span> </span>Ron
took a step closer to Harry and winked as he twirled once more, Harry caught
sight of Ron's plump cheeks, the blue briefs seemed almost glued to Ron's arse
and his eyes glinted as different thoughts broke in his head.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
look cool on you Ron," Harry turned as Seamus entered the dormitory, as he
spoke he was removing his trousers and then his shirt, he stood by his bed
wearing just his tight off white briefs with the dancing leprechauns, the
slight bulge between his legs a darker shadow of grey in the dormitory light,
his wrinkled grey school socks flopped creasing around his ankles. A puzzled
look crossed his face and he looked down at his bulge, "Should I take them
off Harry?" he asked softly.</span></p>
<p><span>"Take
what off?" Neville <span>Longbottom</span> entered and threw
off his clothes, his multicoloured cotton Haynes trunks were a colourful
rainbow glow in the dorm.</span></p>
<p><span>"No! <span><span>its</span></span> my knickers Harry wants. He
wants me to take of my <span>undies</span>," Ron protested and
placed his hands inside the waistband of his briefs.</span></p>
<p><span>"No
me!" Sean and Neville spoke as one.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
stunned, stepped back a full pace as his friends moved towards him, in total
syncopation they slid their hands into the waistbands of their respective
underwear and in a unified motion slid their <span>underthing's</span>
off, in Neville and Sean's case, their socks were also removed. All three
teenagers stood naked in front of Harry, their hands back on their hips as they
mutually swayed, each teenagers <span>teentreasure</span> drooping
and waving loosely in the air.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
was nonplussed and then he felt a warmth emanate from his <span>sportsbag</span>,
without knowing why he reached in, the strange book lay on top of his <span>Quidditch</span> uniform, the front cover appeared to gleam and
shine. He bent closer to try and read the title on the cover.</span></p>
<p><span>Abruptly
the clang of the dinner gong sounded throughout Hogwarts calling all students
to the Great Hall for the evening meal, the penetrating sound broke through the
mist that was whirling inside all four <span>teenagers</span> heads
but the ever-present adolescent need for food blocked all other thoughts. Harry
in the act of picking up the book thought he saw the book open slightly and
then close with an abrupt and annoyed snap! `<i>Odd?</i>' he said to himself, `<i>but
then books were always odd at Hogwarts</i>' Harry shrugged his shoulders,
placed the book on his bedside table and stowed his <span>sportsbag</span>
away. </span></p>
<p><span>"We
must have been changing for dinner," Neville looked at the scattered piles of
clothes, "Though its' not a special dinner is it?" a look of alarm crossed his
face, "I don't have a clean shirt," his voice became panic stricken.</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
think so," Sean sat on the edge of his bed as he slowly dressed, he sniffed
first one then the second of his socks and nodding to himself slipped the
second one on his left foot, "that's' the right one," he said almost under his
breath. </span></p>
<p><span>"I do
like these briefs you got me Harry," beamed Ron as he smoothed them over his <span>teenbulge</span>, "makes my knob look bigger."</span></p>
<p><span>"Shapes
and holds," Neville added knowledgeably as he dressed.</span></p>
<p><span>All
four joined the steady stream of fellow Hogwarts students flowing through the
corridor towards the Great Hall. Food and lots of it now the only thing on
their mind.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy <span>Weasley</span> stood naked before the long mirror in his
dormitory, he posed and looked at himself from several different positions and
angles, admiring his four inches of floppy <span>teenprick</span>
and the lose hanging sac that swung gently as he swished and swayed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Move
over," an equally naked Oliver Woods pushed him to one side and began a similar
posing routine.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey!"
Percy turned towards the intruder, their eyes met and immediately they moved
together and kissed.<span> </span></span></p>
<p><span>The
gong sounded and disturbed the kiss, "You look good naked Percy," Oliver said
softly.</span></p>
<p><span>"So do
you," beamed Percy and then both shook their heads as the gong echoed and drove
away all other thoughts.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
suppose we better get dressed," Oliver picked up his tight white briefs and
swung them on the end of his finger.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
could go commando," Percy chuckled as he swung his own crimson trunks on his
fingertip.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes
we must do that, every day, from now on," Oliver spoke seriously and Percy
nodded.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
must," he said.</span></p>
<p><span>The
two seniors dressed, minus their underwear and joined the queue filing past the
Fat Lady.</span></p>
<p><span>"Properly
attired this time Master Percy," the Fat Lady smirked as they passed. Percy
went bright red to the very tip of his ears, almost matching the colour of his <span>Weasley</span> red hair.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
sat with his friends; Hermione sat opposite and after a time put her head on
one side and a quizzical look appeared on her face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
are they offering you bits off their plates?" she directed her question at
Harry.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
looked at the three forks that were pointed at him, each held a choice piece of
chicken and adoring wishful glances adorned Ron, Sean and Neville's faces.</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't
know," he grinned and lifting his plate took all three offerings. Ron, Sean and
Neville beamed at him, "Its better if I take them all," he said to Hermione,
"they seem to get upset if I chose one above the other."<span> </span></span></p>
<p><span>"Must
be some sort of charm spell," Hermione's face indicated her brain was
methodically thinking through the known to her charm spells. Harry ate happily
enjoying his food and even <span>more happier</span> that all his
close friends were equally happy, especially Hermione who was engrossed in her
mental searching of charm spells.</span></p>
<p><span>Draco
stirred his plate, he looked suspiciously at the tomatoes on his plate, `they
seem more red than usual' he thought gloomily and glared at Harry Potter, `it's
not fair that he should be so happy' his envy causing his brow to wrinkle.</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
odd," said <span>Goyle</span> "Draco your forehead is very red
looking have you got a pain?"</span></p>
<p><span>"What!"
Draco dropped his fork and smoothed his hand over his brow; he then looked at
his palm which looked its normal pale ivory hue.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever
it was is gone," <span>Goyle</span> said stuffing his mouth with a
huge piece of sausage.<span> </span></span></p>
<p><span>Draco
picked up his spoon and turned it over, he looked at his reflection in the
concave shiny surface, "Can's see anything wrong," he muttered. `<i>This whole red thing is making my life a
misery</i>' he told himself.</span></p>
<p><span>After
dinner all the students returned to their houses for study, Percy <span>Weasley</span> as Library Monitor sat in one of the closed
cubicles in the library, he studied the book he had obtained from the Adult
restricted area, now and again he stared behind him to make sure no one was
watching him. He kept adjusting the concealing cover of the book, `The Art of
Fellatio through the Ages' to ensure no one could see what he was reading. In
his head he imagined a particularly large teenage <span>cock,</span>
`<i>I must be a better cocksucker</i>,' his
thoughts ran, `must be able to serve that cock better,' Percy's need to be `the
best' was a known trait of his.<span> </span></span></p>
<p><span>Oliver
read and re-read his new <span>Quidditch</span> manual; "The Art
of Levitation Whilst Flying' as he concentrated on the various chants and
wordings he unconsciously stroked the handle of his broom, his slim hand moving
up and down the shaft, caressing the broom handle in the most expressive of
intimate ways.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
sat in the Library, the book opened before him was `Basic Owl Handling' and he
was absorbed in the information. `<span><i>Hagrid</i></span><i> was right about
this book, I ought to have read it over the holidays</i>' he said to himself,
his hand instinctively moving in relation to the illustrations concerning hand
signals for giving instructions to flying owls instead of calls and whistles. `<i>Can't wait to try some of these out with
Hedwig</i>,' he smiled to himself.</span></p>
<p><span>Draco
dropped his pen and scrunched the piece of paper he had been writing, `<span><i>Snape</i></span><i> is going to be so mad</i>,' he glared at
the paper, the bright red ink of the words he had written glowed through the
crumpled paper ball. He looked at his pen, a blob of black blue ink shone from
the tip. "Fuck this!" he spoke aloud. <span>Goyle</span> and
Crabbe looked at each other and bent their heads to their own heavy going Potions
homework; `<i>Draco in a bad mood was not
something they wanted to have to deal with</i>' was their uppermost thinking.</span></p>
<p><span>The
evening routine in Hogwarts came to its nightly end. In Harry's dorm his three
friends lay naked on their beds watching as he got undressed. Harry felt
slightly unnerved with three pairs of eyes watching his every move plus the
sight of his friends exposed but limp <span>teencocks</span> were
concerning. `<i>What has got into them?</i>'
Harry wondered as he pulled up his striped flannel pyjama bottoms. He was aware
the three sets of eyes were focused on his pyjama fly and he double tied the
knot, the ends of the frayed cords hung down over his slight <span>teenbulge</span>.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
got into bed, idly he picked up the book on his bedside table, the pages
appeared to fly through his fingers and then the pages halted; the open page drew
his attention. `To Engage <span>With</span> Variety in a
Multi-person Relationship' he read and then a phase below floated off the page
and wafted before his eyes. "<span>Adoramus</span> Erectus <span>Multituduinous</span> <span>Congressation</span>"
Harry spoke the words aloud and as he finished Ron, Sean and Neville sat up and
crossed towards his bed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
Harry, you're overdressed," Sean placed his hands on the double knot of Harry's
pyjama cord.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh no
you don't," Ron's hand flashed downwards pushing Sean's hand aside, "I'm his
best friend, <span>I</span> get to open his fly!"</span></p>
<p><span>Neville
waved his hand, his fingers twisting in an unusual formation, "<span>Cordus</span> <span>Unloucos</span>," he whispered,
and Harry's pyjama cord swiftly unknotted itself, the ends hung to the sides,
wafting gently in the air.</span></p>
<p><span>Ron
glared at Neville, "<span>Levitaties</span> Arises" he flicked his
fingers towards Harry and Harry twitched as he rose slowly to hover in the air
above his bed.</span></p>
<p><span>Seamus
advanced and was about to speak when Neville clapped his hand across <span>Seamus's</span> mouth, "NO! We don't want to explode Harry," he
hissed. Seamus nodded his head slowly and put his hands down by his sides.</span></p>
<p><span>"<span>Removus</span> <span>Flanneletta</span>" Ron clapped
his hands and Harry watched as his pyjamas slid off his body, the flannel
pyjamas floated in the air and then folded themselves and dropped onto a
chair.<span> </span></span></p>
<p><span>Harry
floated naked in the air; he could feel the slight cool breeze flowing above
and beneath his naked form. "Cupid Erectus <span>Nonectus</span>"
Harry spoke the words that came unbidden inside his head. He felt the heat
flare and blaze between his legs and then his teenage cock grew and grew and
thickened.</span></p>
<p><span>"Fuck
he's nine inches long," Neville's envious voice sounded in Harry's ear along
with the roaring of his blood as his pulse raced violently.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nine
inches of heaven," <span>sighed</span> Seamus, his mouth open and a
drool forming from the side of his mouth dripped down his chin.</span></p>
<p><span>"Isn't
he just," Ron beamed and his hand wrapped itself around the bloated bulbous
head of the fat shaft that sprang from Harry's groin.</span></p>
<p><span>Neville
and Seamus stepped forward together, their hands joined Ron's one under the
other as they closed tight around the throbbing meaty pole. Harry sighed as
their clasping and squeezing hands sent little shivers of pleasure starting to
tremble along his spine.<span> </span>The book lay
open on the bedside table, the words on the open page glowing and a spectral
pink hue formed around the book, the spectral bubble slowly enlarging until it
encompassed the dormitory.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
floated within the pink cocoon, his friends by his side, their hands gently <span><span>wanking</span></span> the huge <span>teenmeat</span> of his cock. Ron's hand carefully worked the taut
foreskin back and down Harry's bloated <span>teencrown</span>,
Harry moaned at the sensations that tingled and rocked within his body. He
relished the cool of the breezes that wafted beneath his back as inside, his
body heated up with the increasingly delightful bliss that his friends caressing
hands were providing for him. Sean whose small hand was half curled around the
wide base of Harry's meaty lance brought his other hand into play and began to
cuddle the spongy squidgy sack of skin that held the large tangerine sized
balls. Harry growled at the new delights Sean was creating. Neville on one side
and Ron on the other brought their own free hands into play, they squeezed and
caressed his <span>teennubs</span>, twisting and teasing the
peaked points, Harry writhed and squirmed with delight, his floating body
allowed to experience joys without the drag of gravity or friction apart from
the friction Ron, Sean and Neville caressed his humungous cock with.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry's
eyes boggled as he watched the massive lump of <span>cockmeat</span>
pulse and throb under the triple caressing of his friend's adoring and worshiping
hands. The three teenagers worked in total unison to squeeze and stroke and rub
the Massif Central that protruded from Harry's groin, Ron working the <span>gloops</span> of precum that began to ooze from the large split in
the centre of Harry's enlarged cockhead, transferred the sticky fluid from his
hands to Neville's and then onto <span>Seamus's</span>. Harry was
treated to the sticky sensation of his teats being oiled with his precum, the
sensual lube adding a further level of excitement to the pleasures mounting and
rising within him.</span></p>
<p><span>Ron
kissed him first, Harry swiftly probing his friend's mouth with his tongue, the
tingles inside him resounding higher and higher, <span>then</span>
it was Neville's turn, followed By Seamus who reluctantly released his
possessive hold on Harry's balls.<span> </span>Harry
tasted each of his mates in turn, Ron was the warmest, the heat generated
between them was intense, Neville was gentle and loving whilst Seamus was
explosive and exciting.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry
gasped then as Ron's mouth opened, wider and wider until it matched the girth
of his enormous helmet and then Ron swallowed the pulsing head, his tongue
rasping against the sensitive precum coated skin as Neville rubbed his shaft
whilst Seamus returned to his loving adoring of Harry's lumpy ballsac. Harry
moaned and the pink cocoon glowed redder and redder the more heated his desire
became. Harry's head spun from side to side as the sucking and rubbing and
squeezing of his <span>teenprick</span> continued, the air within
the spectral bubble fermented with the heady odour of a teenager in ardent and
aroused hormonal heat.</span></p>
<p><span>"<span>Ohhhhhhh</span> <span>ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk</span>,"
screamed Harry.</span></p>
<p><span>End of
Part Four</span></p>
<p><span>To Be
Continued...??????????????????????????????????????????????</span></p>
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Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part Five
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From Part Four
Harry gasped then as Ron's mouth opened, wider and wider until it matched the girth of his enormous helmet and then Ron swallowed the pulsing head, his tongue rasping against the sensitive precum coated skin as Neville rubbed his shaft whilst Seamus returned to his loving adoring of Harry's lumpy ballsac. Harry moaned and the pink cocoon glowed redder and redder the more heated his desire became. Harry's head spun from side to side as the sucking and rubbing and squeezing of his teenprick continued, the air within the spectral bubble fermented with the heady odour of a teenager in ardent and aroused hormonal heat.
"Ohhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," screamed Harry.
Part Five
Inside the shimmering bubble Harry leaned backwards as his three friends serviced his long fat teen dick, the whole nine inches being kissed, licked and swallowed, the sensations flowed through his shaft as Neville, Seamus and Ron's tongues, mouths, lips provided the triple sensual assault. Harry felt his head whirl as the tingling tickling pleasures rose and mounted peak after peak of blissful delight.
"My turn at his helmet," Seamus elbowed Ron in the stomach, Ron gasped with the sudden sharp pain, his mouth falling open and Harry's plump bellend pulsed in the air.
"On no you don't, it's my turn," the normally docile Neville used his heavier arms to pull Seamus away from the quivering prize.
In seconds the three dorm mates were squabbling and rolling around inside the bubble that held them in its magical structure, Harry floating just out of danger as the flailing arms and legs twisted and wriggled as the three teenagers fought amongst themselves. Harry his long teendong still jerking and fully erect found himself annoyed and with a heavy feeling of dissatisfaction stealing over him and threatening his sexual desires.
`What do I do now?' his head throbbed nearly as bad as his throbbing nine incher. As the thought came into being, the mysterious tome floated into the air before his eyes. Harry stared at the open page as underneath him three naked teenagers wriggled and writhed, their hands around each other fighting for some sort of dominating order. Harry gazed at the words that shimmer up from the page and looking down irritated at his pals spoke them aloud.
"Adoramus Erectus Multituduinous Congressation," it was the same phrase he had spoken before.
The words once uttered were accompanied by a succession of multi-coloured bright hues that were reflected in the naked skins of all four teenagers. Harry felt himself moving, his body floating to the middle of the strange bubble, as he took up his central position he found himself facing Ron who smiled, found himself facing Seamus who grinned, found himself facing Neville who simpered. Harry shook his head and as he turned his head to the right saw himself standing right beside him, shocked he looked to the left to see himself standing there, the only difference was that Ron was standing before him whilst to the right Seamus stood and to the left Neville simpered.
`What's going on?' his whizzing wizard mind puzzled but the in unison the three teenagers fell to their knees and Harry felt the strange sensation as three separate hands stroked his shaft, he had hardly begun to assimilate the triple touch before three similar and yet dissimilar sensations of moistness ripped into his head. Focusing on the figure of Ron who knelt before him, his pink Weasley lips wrapped around his teenage cock Harry twitched and twitched again and then a third time as the other wet squelching suckings happened. Harry sighed and looked to his right, his Seamus sucked self grinned and winked an eye at him. Quivering Harry looked to the left, his Neville sucking self smirked and winked both eyes at him. The strange thing was he could feel his own eyes winking and his mouth smiling and smirking. Harry trembled and as Ron's tongue rasped across his slit, making him shiver with delight he leaned backwards, he swore he could feel the close touch of two heads touching his own and he could also feel the weird touch inside his head. Neville's clamping lips were tight, whilst Seamus's fingers rubbing his foreskin produced a wonderful tingle and Ron's swallowing action was sensational. `I'm actually feeling each cocksuck as it happens, this is so awesome,' Harry's ego swelled at the thought and then self-impressed he relaxed, accustoming himself to the triple hit as he sensed the other two Harry's relaxing also. `It's like I have three dicks but can feel how each of them experience what is happening with one mind,' Harry sighed and reached out to stroke Ron's head, his fingers encountered, Seamus's rough hairs and Neville's silky ones as well as Ron's soft hairs.
The three teenagers oblivious it seemed to the triple faceted Harry appeared satisfied with the teeendick they were presented with. Seamus's smaller slickering tongue, lashed lavishly over the plump bulb in his mouth, his slim hands fondled the long shaft, working the loose foreskin back and forth as his mouth sucked and swallowed away. Neville was more gentle, his plumper hands transferred their warmth to Harry's teendong, and he toyed with Harry's hairy ballsac, kneading the inner spheres with his palming action as his wet long tongue licked all over and around Harry's pulsing helmet. Ron just that bit clumsy, mouthed Harry's teenprick, his more muscular hands strong around Harry's shaft, his jerking of Harry's loose skin producing mild pain which Harry, after the initial sharp pain jolted him, discovered he quite liked the occasional sharp twinge. `How am I able to cope with being three different bodies but one single mind?' he gave the thought small attention as his head was being overwrought by the triple hit of pleasure and delight. The tinglings and tickles and heated flares of pleasure rose and fell, some combining, some diverse and Harry twitched and shuddered as the pleasures intensified. The three youths as one, each took their Harry teenprick out of their mouth and paid moist suckling attention to Harry's hairy ballsac, sucking each separate ball into their mouth before taking both spheres into their hot wet mouths and sucking heavily on the spongy tissues. Harry twitched and swayed at the intense assault on his scrotum, he sensed each definite individual attention from each of his mates and his hand reached out to grab the three heads in order to steady his swaying body. Ron moved to suck Harry's teenprick as Neville sucked Harry's right ball and Seamus sucked Harry's left ball. Harry gasped and panted as the three pronged attack sent diverse delightful sensations rocking and rippling up his body, his backbone twisting and turning as the sensational extreme tingling tickle rocked his spinal cord, his backbone arching backward as the thrilling enjoyments weaved and wove, spiralling up his back, his muscles stretching and tightening as the tremendous pleasure surged and seethed within him.
"Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!, Ohwowohwowhowow!!!!" Harry cried and yelped as the hot warm sensations flared and blazed.
Suddenly all three mouths were attached to his teenhelmet, the three tongues swirling over his teencockhead, sliding over the sensitive slit, delving into the small gape, sucking and squelching as his copious precum was drizzled out of his shaft and onto the flickering tongues. Harry rocked and bucked on the balls of his feet, he could feel his toes tingle, the small new formed hairs that grew on his toes standing on end as the pleasure sought the very ends of his physical structure. Panting and growling Harry's spine relaxed allowing him to bend forward and fuck the three mouths, his hands he knew were planted on three separate sets of shoulders as he bent his knees to force his teenprick deeper and deeper inside the throats of his mates. Harry shook and trembled, quivering with the acute and exhilarating pleasure as his three ballsacs emptied, the feeling of three streams of teenspunk rippling and rocking along his inner tubing sent flashes of blistering lights flashing across his eyes such was the radical severity of his triple orgasm.
Ron caught the first gush, his mouth clamping tight around Harry's fat helmet, sucking swiftly the salty teengoo as it spurted into his mouth. Seamus was next; he swallowed heavily as the bullets of teengunk hit his upper palate and flooded his mouth. Neville, slower sucked squelchingly as the teenprick in his mouth exploded, drowning his palate with the spicy salty texture of teenjizz.
"Oh, OHHHHHHHH, Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Harry mewled as the almost punishing pleasures zealously spun his world, he could sense the three separate enchantments, each more than exquisite in their own separate way and his teenage head was blown sideways and all ways as the three explosions took place. Harry trembled on his feet, his hands clutching the three shoulders still, balancing precariously as his mental state was dissolved and reformed and thrilled three times over. Slowly as he quaked in the triple afterglow and slow subsidence of bliss, he twitched, his teenprick swelling and pulsing gently, a pleasuring eddy from the three mouths that still held his bloated teencock. Sighing and mewling Harry shuddered as his climax ebbed and slowed. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the three heads that looked up at him; a misty image of each head partly layered over each other looked back at him, one at time the sharp focus of each face floating and coming to the forefront, the only similarity was the fact of his elongated thick teenprick jutting from lips.
`Awesome!' thought Harry and then slowly the bubble which held the grouping of four teenagers dissipated and a smoky mist surrounded them before clearing and fading away.
Harry blinked his eyes, Ron was pulling on his nightshirt, Neville was tying up his pyjama cord, Seamus was looking at his pyjamas which were folded across his arm.
"Put it away Seamus," Neville grinned, "I have enough pencils for my homework already."
Seamus grimaced and blushing a bright red dropped his pyjama top on his bed and climbed unsteadily into his pyjama bottoms, tying up the lace he looked at each of his dormmates.
"Funny taste," he said, his mouth moving as his tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth.
"Hmm, me too, I don't recall eating anything spicy at dinner," Neville Longbottom pursed his lips, his tongue too could be seen rubbing against the inside of his cheeks.
Ron's head appeared at the top of his nightshirt, he had a puzzled look on his face and his tongue too could be seen rubbing at his left cheek. Smoothing down his nightshirt he nodded his head. "I'm sure I cleaned my teeth," his mouth quivered as he manipulated his jawbone.
"Yeah," nodded Seamus, "but I don't feel the need to clean my teeth again, I sorta like the funny taste."
"Me too," Neville and Ron spoke together and the three looked at Harry.
Harry was flustered, he was trying to recall what had happened in the last few minutes, he was sure that something had happened but the mists inside his head refused to clear.
"Harry, just wanted to say goodnight," the four spun around to see Oliver Wood in the entrance to their dorm. He entered and all four stared at the naked figure. "What's the matter?" Oliver asked seeing the odd looks on their faces, "has someone done something to me?" he looked down at his naked body, his slim teencock flopped over his ballsac as he spoke.
"But you're naked," Seamus pointed his finger which was aimed at Oliver's teencock.
"What," Oliver shook his head and shoulders, his teencock bobbing and twisting as he spoke. "Oh no not again!" he blushed heavily, the glow of pink embarrassment flooding over his face.
"What's all this noise, I just came to check you were all in bed, especially Harry," Percy's voice rang out from the doorway.
The five teenagers looked at the naked figure of Percy Weasley standing in the doorway, his thin teendick drooped over his balls, the red nest of pubic hair forming an auburn halo around his groin.
"Percy you're nude," Ron spoke first, after all it was his older brother, even so Ron could not help comparing the difference between their bodies, `I'm sure my dick is fatter than his?' he said to himself as his elder brother jumped excitedly into the dorm.
"Oh no not again!" Percy mimicked Oliver Wood's phrase. Percy looked down seeing his surprised nudity with an exasperated growl. "Wood you're naked too!" his tone was accusing as he glared at the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.
"Oh you noticed," Oliver glared back.
"Well we'd better do something about it then," Percy was reduced to stumbling muttering. "I just came down to check on Mr Potter, make sure he was safely tucked up in bed," his hands unconsciously moved to squeeze his teendick, to Ron's horror he saw his brother's tenprick expand and bloat.
"Perce, Perce, stop that, you're giving yourself a hardon," Ron spluttered in indignation, embarrassed at seeing his brother's teendick swell and bloat and pulse.
"Yes Percy, you should not be exhibiting yourself like that," Oliver yelped but his own hand was slowly striking his own slim teencock, it too swelled and bloated at the sensual stimulation.
"Oh wow," Seamus stared in amazement at seeing two older teenagers begin to sport engorging erections. `will my dick ever get big and hard like theirs?' he asked himself as he watched with envy as the older teenager's pricks expanded and pulsed.
Harry shivered; he glanced over to his bedside table, the book that lay innocuously on the top flickered, he saw sparkles of crimson red flow up and down the closed pages. For an instant, part of him was drawn to the somewhat inviting sparkling rhythm but then another part of him hissed inside his head and he strode over to the bedside table, picking up the book he stuffed it inside the top drawer, covering the volume with one of his new briefs. Slamming the drawer shut he turned around. The slamming of the drawer echoed around the room and Harry sensed a change in the atmosphere.
"Bludger's balls!" Oliver Wood's shout followed the echo, "I'm naked and bloody well erect in, in," reddening and shuddering Oliver reached over to pluck Seamus's pyjama top from Seamus's bed and hurriedly hid his exposed teenrod from view. "By Dumbledore's Beard how in the Hogwarts has this happened?" Oliver looked directly at Ron, "Is this another of your family's tricks, Weasley," Oliver gave Ron his best Quidditch attacking glare and Ron cowered under the overbearing onslaught.
"I don't, I didn't," Ron trembled as he faced Oliver Wood's wrath, "nothing to do with me," he whimpered, stepping back and grasping the curtains of his bed.
"What about those tricky treaty brothers of yours," Oliver whirled and looked at Percy.
Percy stood shaking nervously just inside the doorway, his hands were cupped across his erection which pushed repeatedly at his hands. He stared around the dormitory looking for something to cover himself with. Spying Ron's blue striped new boxer trunks, he shuffled forward taking tiny mincing steps so as to try and deal with his own embarrassment. Grabbing Ron's trunks he held them in front of his throbber, the material bulged and twitched, the trunks barely managing to contain Percy's teenlump but Percy felt his dignity somewhat restored and he stood taller as he faced Oliver.
"I am as confounded and confused as you are Oliver," Percy blurted out, "and I agree that perhaps this is something we ought take up with my trickster twin brothers."
"Perce, Perce," Ron wheezed the sight of his naked brother attempting to hide his teenage weapon behind the trunks was casing paroxysm as he almost collapsed onto his bed with laughter, "If you're going to face Fred and George you'd better find a better way of covering yourself up, just think of what they will do if they see you trying to hide your dick behind my trunks, think of what they will say." Ron suddenly stood up, "My Trunks, my trunks," angered he jumped forwards and grabbing his boxers, yanked them out of Percy's hands.
Percy squealed, he had stepped back at Ron had lunged forward and the shock of his younger brothers assault had unnerved him, he clapped his hands once more across his groin, the tip of his teendick pulsing just above the cupped fingers.
Seamus seeing Ron's success in regaining his property made a grab for his own pyjama top that Oliver had taken, a tussle developed with Neville stepping into assisting Seamus as he tugged at the loose arms of his pyjama tops. Oliver struggled but faced with two irate teenagers he found himself under pressure and gradually relinquished his grip on the flannel material as inch by inch Seamus and Neville regained control of Seamus's pyjama top.
"Bloody Mary's Head," grunted Oliver but the combined efforts of Seamus and Neville proved too much, he let go of Seamus's pyjama top, Neville and Seamus fell backwards at the release and Oliver resumed the same position, his hands cupped around his teencock which protruded from between his cupped fingers.
"Bugger," Seamus sat up and panted, wheezing as the fall had knocked the breath out of his lungs,
"Likewise mate," puffed Neville as his head appeared above Seamus's bed, "but you got your top back."
"Sure," Seamus held up the flannel top and then his nose twitched as he inhaled a strange odour and he held his top close to his nose, "Knickers it stinks of Oliver's sexed sweat, it'll have to be washed. Matron's not going to be happy," he nodded his head sadly.
"What!" Ron looked at Seamus and held up his recovered trunks, cautiously he brought the new trunks closer to his nose and then sneezed, "You're right, my new trunks stink too. Percy!" Ron lunged at his brother.
Harry just managed to grab Ron's arm, Ron spun around as Harry's grasp checked his lunge and he twisted on his bare feet and unbalanced fell onto his bed.
"Ron it's not worth it, they'll be fine when they're washed. Honestly all this fuss over a pair of boxers."
"B,b, b, but they're my boxers and their striped and coloured and not mum Weasley white," Ron moaned as he stared at the limp clump of material. "I wanted to wear them new and bright and coloured not shiny white," Ron grizzled. He looked up at his brother Percy who was still standing in the dorm, reddening even more with embarrassment. "You still here?" Ron said accusingly.
Percy backed away slightly, "Er, S, s, sorry Ron," he whimpered.
Neville stood up and glared at the two intruders, "So why haven't you left then?"
"Er, er, well I, well I, I, er, I need to say goodnight to Harry," Percy mumbled.
Neville, Seamus, Ron and Harry were taken aback and all stood frozen to the spot. Percy seeing his chance stepped forward and to everyone's amazement leaned over to kiss Harry directly on the lips, "Goodnight," he said and turned to scuttle away.
"Me too," Oliver warbled and jumped forward nearly knocking Percy over. Harry astonished at Percy's kiss now found himself being kissed by Oliver.
`What is going on, has Percy and Oliver gone mad,' Harry's head spun although part of his head found Oliver's kiss seemed somehow familiar.
The four dormmates watched the bobbling buttocks of the older teenagers as Percy and Oliver made their escape. A few catcalls and whistles were heard from along the dormitory corridor as Percy and Oliver's run to get back to their dorm was seen by other Gryffindor students.
"What's got into your brother Ron?" Neville looked hard at Ron who was still looking miserably at his new boxers.
"Don't know and don't care," Ron sniffed just about holding back the tears of disappointment and anger. "I just wanted to wear something nice and different for once," he shook his head and stared at his crumpled trunks, "and not handed down and eternally washed by mum." Ron shuddered.
"It's okay Ron you can have one of the other new ones I bought," Harry tried to console his friend. "There's plenty of choice, I haven't used most of them yet," Harry moved to put his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Thanks mate but I really, really loved these," Ron hiccupped as he spoke. "White stripes with the dark blue contrast," he looked up at Harry, "'an they made my dick look bigger too," his face crumpled and Harry patted Ron's shoulder again.
The lights flashed, "There's the `Lights Out' warning," Neville said, "we ought to be in bed now," he looked at Harry and then he walked over and leaning forward much like Percy had done he kissed Harry on the lips.
Harry was transfixed, `first Percy, then Oliver now Neville,' but hardly had the time to think before Seamus came up and kissed him too.
"Night Harry," Shamus grinned, "I'll have to put on a T-shirt tonight in place of my top," he said as he turned towards his bed.
"Thanks for the offer mate, perhaps I'll have a look at the other knickers tomorrow," Ron was standing before him and Harry felt Ron's lips on his, nonplussed he accepted Ron's gentle kiss but was still dumfounded. Harry also became aware of the sensation of Ron's erect teendick pushing at him through Ron's faded nightshirt.
His head spinning with what had happened, Harry climbed into his bed. "Night then Harry," Harry looked up, his three dorm mates stood by their beds and were looking at him, not only that all three were now naked, Harry noticed the piles of dumped nightwear by their feet. Harry could clearly see the slim pink pencil of Ron's teendick and Shamus's pale ivory worm and Neville's slightly chubbier wedge of teencock. Amazed he watched as his mates climbed naked into bed. As the lights went out across the dormitories Harry lying confused and confounded by all that had happened found his attention drawn to a slight knocking sound. His ear pricked as he sought the source of the sound, he was drawn to his bedside table, the drawer was moving slightly, puzzled he opened it.
`What the...! How did that happened?' he asked himself seeing that the strange book he had hidden under one of his new undies was lying on the top of the briefs he had used to hide it, the book's title glowed a crimson hue and Harry felt a warmth rise up inside him. The need to take of his pyjamas became insistent in his head, entranced he did that, his night things falling to the floor to lie in a pile just like his other friends had done. Once he was naked, he relaxed in his bed, his hand curled around his teenprick, the reassurance he felt at the cuddling touch seemed to allow his brain to rest and sleep slowly stole over him.
Percy Weasley stood naked before the long mirror, he admired his taut frame, the dark pink of his aureoles surrounding his peaked nipples sent a little shiver of pleasure run along his spine. Gently he caressed his teendick, the slim shaft filled with lustblood and he sighed closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of sensual provocation.
"We need to practice Percy," Oliver Wood stood beside Percy, he too was naked and erect, their sides touched and each felt the stimulating warmth of each other's bodies. "We need to become better cocksuckers," Oliver sighed.
"Yes you're right," murmured Percy.
Opening his eyes he beamed at Oliver and gasping Oliver's teencock led him towards his bed. Both climbed onto the bedclothes, Percy with a wave of his free hand made the curtains sweep into place around the bed. Inside the curtains, the bed appeared to expand, becoming wide enough to accommodate the two students. As if by mutual consent, Percy laid his head at the top end of the bed whilst Oliver turned around so his head was at the foot of the bed. A slight wriggle from both of them and then each faced the other's engorged teenrod. Both sighed as they kissed the pulsing cockheads and then they began to suck each other. The sounds of their sixty-nine suck session were magically dampened by the heavy curtains so that anyone entering their dormitory would not hear anything.
"Must improve my technique," Percy whispered as he stroked Oliver's ivory shaft, teasing the foreskin up and over the bloated helmet.
`Need to get better at sucking cock,' Oliver told himself as he sucked the small bulb of Percy's teenrod, tasting the sugary spicy flavour of Percy's precum. He never asked himself why, to his way of thinking it seemed proper and correct to suck another boy's dick. Oliver bobbed his head, enjoying hearing Percy sigh and moan and writhe as he sucked him.
Percy sucked hard at the spongy bulb of Oliver's teendick, he tasted the spicy flavour of Oliver's precum, `Oliver does taste so hot,' he swallowed a heavy gloop of Oliver's juice as it was pulsed out of his slit. Percy roughed his tongue over the throbbing bulb, storing away how Oliver reacted to what he was doing. `I'll have to do this more often so I can get better,' Percy instructed himself as he sucked and slathered away.
Oliver clamped his lips tight around Percy's teencock, sucking far along the five inches of teenmeat as he bucked his hips, driving his own teendick deeper inside Percy's squelching mouth. The hot surges of tingling itches rampaged along his spine and along his neck before twisting inside his head. `Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, feels so good,' he thought as he felt the compression of Percy's mouth and pressing tongue caress his teenlance. `Oh dear should I be feeling so happy about this?' Oliver's natural tendency to think in straight lines about his intentions and what he considered he was entitled too were being eroded by the flaming desires that rocked and shocked him. `Have I the right to feel such pleasure?' his thought was interrupted as a molten tingling surge washed over and through him, he could feel his balls swell and the blazing elation that whirled his brain actually made him think, `this is better than winning at Quidditch!' the, to him, disturbing thought was melted into tingling bliss as another hot flush of pleasure rose to play seductively with his senses.
Percy quivered as he underwent a similar blast of extreme pleasure, `Ohhhhhh this is awesome, so much better than studying, even better than levitating and apparrating!' his slightly more venial character was more able to accept and relish the blissful pleasures that surged and foamed within him but even so he was memorising everything, `I must make my Harry feel such tremendous pleasure when I suck him next,' he found himself not all disturbed by this strange thought.
The two senior teenagers sucked and swallowed and licked and rasped away, hands caressing shafts, hands squeezing and caressing heavy and swollen ballsacs. Oliver managed to suck Percy's slimmer teenrod right down to the curly nest of scratchy red hairs that he discovered tickled his nostrils as he buried his head in Percy's groin. He also inhaled the heady musk of Percy Weasley in heat and his odour was as hot and red as his Wesley red hair. Ignoring the tickling of the crinkly hairs Oliver inhaled even more of the crimson flavoured scent, the red mist of desire inside him being even more inflamed. Gone now were the thoughts of what he was or not entitled to feel, desire to pleasure was paramount and he sucked furiously at Percy's teendick and squeezed hard the boiling balls that throbbed heavily between his fingers. Percy in his turn inhaled Oliver's more woody yet also stimulating horned up perfume, `his smell is so full of sensual and delicious elements,' Percy thought as his tongue lashed the plump bulb in his mouth, his fingers fluted up and down the longer shaft of Oliver's teendong and his other hand cuddled the spongy sac that twitched and trembled as the interior spheres made themselves ready for ejaculation.
Oliver groaned loudly as his teendick bloated and swelled and exploded, even as his spunky dew blasted into Percy's squelching mouth he tasted and swallowed the first burst of Percy's teen spunk. Both teenagers continued to suckle and swallow as each climaxed, all to mutual benefit and ecstatic delight. Percy swallowed heavily as Oliver's teencock continued to deliver another flow of salty spicy spunk whilst Oliver suckled, teasing out the last residues of Percy's lesser volume of teengunk. The closed curtains around the bed held their passion completely and each was assured that when the next opportunity arose they would be able to pleasure Harrys as never before.
"We'll have to continue to practice," Oliver said as he licked the last dribbles of Percy's cum.
Percy still dealing with the spurting and dribbling of Oliver's much longer stream of cum could only nod. In his sleep Harry, far away in his own dormitory twitched and quivered as he sensed something pleasurable was being directed at him, sleepily his hand squeezed his teendick which pulsed comfortingly against his pressing fingers. Harry slept on.
Draco Malfoy sat up in bed, he had experienced a horrible nightmare where his father, Lucius Malfoy had stood glaring at him, his face scowling and decrying the fact that his fabled family's white blond hair had been desecrated by Draco's reddening embarrassment. He had stood before his long haired father, his own blond locks gleaming every shade and hue of crimson as his father berated him for his `redness'.
"How could you insult our family by resorting to measly Weasly like magic," his father had thundered at him, his flashing wand turning into whiplike strokes that left long red blood like stripes across his body. Draco had howled and wept, but even his tears were coloured pink as they leaked from his tear ducts, the pink drools colouring his cheeks with a flaming pink coating as the tears spread over his face. Draco had crumpled towards the ground which appeared to turn to mud as he slipped down, down, down into the soggy red earth. Struggling he woke up; he discovered he was entwined in his bedclothes that were snakily wrapped about him. Shaking and shivering with fright he slid and wriggled out of the clinging cloths. He looked across the dormitory to where Goyle and Crabbe slept; each had their back turned to him, their eyes clamped tight as they pretended sleep in an attempt to ignore the squealing and crying that came from Draco's bed.
"Sod you," Draco hissed half under his breath and he tiptoed out of the dorm, he paused at the entrance to the corridor, snores and mumbles emanated from the other rooms, feeling very alone and insignificant Draco padded quietly down the corridor. Draco turned into one of the washrooms; he locked the cubicle door behind him and sat down on the cold pan. A quick glance at his legs showed his shiny silk pyjamas glowing with an intense red sheen. Muttering a covering spell he placed his head in his hands and howled dismally as his red depression overwhelmed him.
Harry Potter sat up straight in his bed; he had awakened as he felt a tremendous insistent and demanding pulsing sensation between his legs, pulling the bedclothes aside he looked in askance at his teendick. The five inches of normal Harry Potter teenmeat pulsed and throbbed and jerked in the air. Harry felt a sudden itch, a desire run through him, a desire he knew could not be sated by simple masturbation. Gingerly he swung his legs and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Conscious that he could hurt his thrusting teendick he carefully eased the blankets away and oblivious of his nakedness, sat poised on the edge of his bed. He stared at the stranger to him, sight of his teendick juddering and jerking in the darklight of the dorm.
"It's okay Harry, I'll help you with that," he heard the soft whisper and his teencock swelled and throbbed in evident anticipation. He heard the patter of bare feet approach.
End of Part Five
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<p><b><span>Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations </span></b></p>
<p><b><span>Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part Five </span></b></p>
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<h2><span>From Part Four</span><span></span></h2>
<p><span>Harry gasped
then as Ron's mouth opened, wider and wider until it matched the girth of his
enormous helmet and then Ron swallowed the pulsing head, his tongue rasping
against the sensitive precum coated skin as Neville rubbed his shaft whilst
Seamus returned to his loving adoring of Harry's lumpy ballsac. Harry moaned
and the pink cocoon glowed redder and redder the more heated his desire became.
Harry's head spun from side to side as the sucking and rubbing and squeezing of
his teenprick continued, the air within the spectral bubble fermented with the
heady odour of a teenager in ardent and aroused hormonal heat.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>"Ohhhhhhh
ffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," screamed Harry.</span><span></span></p>
<h2><span>Part Five</span><span></span></h2>
<p><span>
Inside the shimmering bubble Harry leaned backwards as his three friends
serviced his long fat teen dick, the whole nine inches being kissed, licked and
swallowed, the sensations flowed through his shaft as Neville, Seamus and Ron's
tongues, mouths, lips provided the triple sensual assault. Harry felt his head
whirl as the tingling tickling pleasures rose and mounted peak after peak of
blissful delight.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
"My turn at his helmet," Seamus elbowed Ron in the stomach, Ron gasped
with the sudden sharp pain, his mouth falling open and Harry's plump bellend
pulsed in the air.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
"On no you don't, it's my turn," the normally docile Neville used his
heavier arms to pull Seamus away from the quivering prize.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
In seconds the three dorm mates were squabbling and rolling around
inside the bubble that held them in its magical structure, Harry floating just
out of danger as the flailing arms and legs twisted and wriggled as the three
teenagers fought amongst themselves. Harry his long teendong still jerking and
fully erect found himself annoyed and with a heavy feeling of dissatisfaction
stealing over him and threatening his sexual desires.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
<i>`What do I do now?' </i> his
head throbbed nearly as bad as his throbbing nine incher. As the thought came
into being, the mysterious tome floated into the air before his eyes. Harry
stared at the open page as underneath him three naked teenagers wriggled and
writhed, their hands around each other fighting for some sort of dominating
order. Harry gazed at the words that shimmer up from the page and looking down
irritated at his pals spoke them aloud.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
"Adoramus Erectus Multituduinous Congressation," it was the same phrase
he had spoken before.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
The words once uttered were accompanied by a succession of
multi-coloured bright hues that were reflected in the naked skins of all four
teenagers. Harry felt himself moving, his body floating to the middle of the
strange bubble, as he took up his central position he found himself facing Ron
who smiled, found himself facing Seamus who grinned, found himself facing
Neville who simpered. Harry shook his head and as he turned his head to the
right saw himself standing right beside him, shocked he looked to the left to
see himself standing there, the only difference was that Ron was standing
before him whilst to the right Seamus stood and to the left Neville simpered. </span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
<i>`What's going on?'</i> his whizzing wizard mind puzzled but the in
unison the three teenagers fell to their knees and Harry felt the strange
sensation as three separate hands stroked his shaft, he had hardly begun to
assimilate the triple touch before three similar and yet dissimilar sensations
of moistness ripped into his head. Focusing on the figure of Ron who knelt
before him, his pink Weasley lips wrapped around his teenage cock Harry
twitched and twitched again and then a third time as the other wet squelching
suckings happened. Harry sighed and looked to his right, his Seamus sucked self
grinned and winked an eye at him. Quivering Harry looked to the left, his
Neville sucking self smirked and winked both eyes at him. The strange thing was
he could feel his own eyes winking and his mouth smiling and smirking. Harry
trembled and as Ron's tongue rasped across his slit, making him shiver with
delight he leaned backwards, he swore he could feel the close touch of two
heads touching his own and he could also feel the weird touch inside his head.
Neville's clamping lips were tight, whilst Seamus's fingers rubbing his
foreskin produced a wonderful tingle and Ron's swallowing action was
sensational. <i>`I'm actually feeling each cocksuck as it happens, this is so
awesome,'</i> Harry's ego swelled at the thought and then self-impressed he relaxed,
accustoming himself to the triple hit as he sensed the other two Harry's
relaxing also. <i>`It's like I have three dicks but can feel how each of them
experience what is happening with one mind,' </i>
Harry sighed and reached out to stroke Ron's
head, his fingers encountered, Seamus's rough hairs and Neville's silky ones as
well as Ron's soft hairs.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
The three teenagers oblivious it seemed to the triple faceted Harry
appeared satisfied with the teeendick they were presented with. Seamus's
smaller slickering tongue, lashed lavishly over the plump bulb in his mouth,
his slim hands fondled the long shaft, working the loose foreskin back and
forth as his mouth sucked and swallowed away. Neville was more gentle, his
plumper hands transferred their warmth to Harry's teendong, and he toyed with
Harry's hairy ballsac, kneading the inner spheres with his palming action as
his wet long tongue licked all over and around Harry's pulsing helmet. Ron just
that bit clumsy, mouthed Harry's teenprick, his more muscular hands strong
around Harry's shaft, his jerking of Harry's loose skin producing mild pain which
Harry, after the initial sharp pain jolted him, discovered he quite liked the
occasional sharp twinge. <i>`How am I able to cope with being three different
bodies but one single mind?'</i> he gave the thought small attention as his
head was being overwrought by the triple hit of pleasure and delight. The
tinglings and tickles and heated flares of pleasure rose and fell, some
combining, some diverse and Harry twitched and shuddered as the pleasures
intensified. The three youths as one, each took their Harry teenprick out of
their mouth and paid moist suckling attention to Harry's hairy ballsac, sucking
each separate ball into their mouth before taking both spheres into their hot
wet mouths and sucking heavily on the spongy tissues. Harry twitched and swayed
at the intense assault on his scrotum, he sensed each definite individual attention
from each of his mates and his hand reached out to grab the three heads in
order to steady his swaying body. Ron moved to suck Harry's teenprick as
Neville sucked Harry's right ball and Seamus sucked Harry's left ball. Harry
gasped and panted as the three pronged attack sent diverse delightful
sensations rocking and rippling up his body, his backbone twisting and turning
as the sensational extreme tingling tickle rocked his spinal cord, his backbone
arching backward as the thrilling enjoyments weaved and wove, spiralling up his
back, his muscles stretching and tightening as the tremendous pleasure surged
and seethed within him.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
"Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!, Ohwowohwowhowow!!!!" Harry cried and yelped as the
hot warm sensations flared and blazed.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
Suddenly all three mouths were attached to his teenhelmet, the three
tongues swirling over his teencockhead, sliding over the sensitive slit,
delving into the small gape, sucking and squelching as his copious precum was
drizzled out of his shaft and onto the flickering tongues. Harry rocked and
bucked on the balls of his feet, he could feel his toes tingle, the small new
formed hairs that grew on his toes standing on end as the pleasure sought the
very ends of his physical structure. Panting and growling Harry's spine relaxed
allowing him to bend forward and fuck the three mouths, his hands he knew were
planted on three separate sets of shoulders as he bent his knees to force his teenprick
deeper and deeper inside the throats of his mates. Harry shook and trembled,
quivering with the acute and exhilarating pleasure as his three ballsacs
emptied, the feeling of three streams of teenspunk rippling and rocking along
his inner tubing sent flashes of blistering lights flashing across his eyes
such was the radical severity of his triple orgasm.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
Ron caught the first gush, his mouth clamping tight around Harry's fat
helmet, sucking swiftly the salty teengoo as it spurted into his mouth. Seamus
was next; he swallowed heavily as the bullets of teengunk hit his upper palate
and flooded his mouth. Neville, slower sucked squelchingly as the teenprick in
his mouth exploded, drowning his palate with the spicy salty texture of
teenjizz.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span><span> </span><span> </span>"Oh, OHHHHHHHH, Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Harry
mewled as the almost punishing pleasures zealously spun his world, he could
sense the three separate enchantments, each more than exquisite in their own
separate way and his teenage head was blown sideways and all ways as the three
explosions took place. Harry trembled on his feet, his hands clutching the
three shoulders still, balancing precariously as his mental state was dissolved
and reformed and thrilled three times over. Slowly as he quaked in the triple
afterglow and slow subsidence of bliss, he twitched, his teenprick swelling and
pulsing gently, a pleasuring eddy from the three mouths that still held his
bloated teencock. Sighing and mewling Harry shuddered as his climax ebbed and
slowed. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the three heads that looked up at him;
a misty image of each head partly layered over each other looked back at him,
one at time the sharp focus of each face floating and coming to the forefront,
the only similarity was the fact of his elongated thick teenprick jutting from
lips.<span> </span></span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
<i>`Awesome!'</i> thought Harry and then slowly the bubble which held
the grouping of four teenagers dissipated and a smoky mist surrounded them
before clearing and fading away.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
Harry blinked his eyes, Ron was pulling on his nightshirt, Neville was
tying up his pyjama cord, Seamus was looking at his pyjamas which were folded
across his arm.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>
"Put it away Seamus," Neville grinned, "I have enough pencils for my
homework already."</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>Seamus grimaced
and blushing a bright red dropped his pyjama top on his bed and climbed
unsteadily into his pyjama bottoms, tying up the lace he looked at each of his
dormmates.</span><span></span></p>
<p><span>"Funny taste,"
he said, his mouth moving as his tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hmm, me too, I
don't recall eating anything spicy at dinner," Neville Longbottom pursed his
lips, his tongue too could be seen rubbing against the inside of his cheeks.</span></p>
<p><span>Ron's head appeared
at the top of his nightshirt, he had a puzzled look on his face and his tongue
too could be seen rubbing at his left cheek. Smoothing down his nightshirt he
nodded his head. "I'm sure I cleaned my teeth," his mouth quivered as he
manipulated his jawbone.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah," nodded Seamus,
"but I don't feel the need to clean my teeth again, I sorta like the funny
taste."</span></p>
<p><span>"Me too,"
Neville and Ron spoke together and the three looked at Harry.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry was
flustered, he was trying to recall what had happened in the last few minutes,
he was sure that something had happened but the mists inside his head refused
to clear.</span></p>
<p><span>"Harry, just
wanted to say goodnight," the four spun around to see Oliver Wood in the
entrance to their dorm. He entered and all four stared at the naked figure.
"What's the matter?" Oliver asked seeing the odd looks on their faces, "has
someone done something to me?" he looked down at his naked body, his slim
teencock flopped over his ballsac as he spoke.</span></p>
<p><span>"But you're
naked," Seamus pointed his finger which was aimed at Oliver's teencock.</span></p>
<p><span>"What," Oliver
shook his head and shoulders, his teencock bobbing and twisting as he spoke.
"Oh no not again!" he blushed heavily, the glow of pink embarrassment flooding
over his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's all
this noise, I just came to check you were all in bed, especially Harry,"
Percy's voice rang out from the doorway.</span></p>
<p><span>The five
teenagers looked at the naked figure of Percy Weasley standing in the doorway,
his thin teendick drooped over his balls, the red nest of pubic hair forming an
auburn halo around his groin.</span></p>
<p><span>"Percy you're
nude," Ron spoke first, after all it was his older brother, even so Ron could
not help comparing the difference between their bodies, <i>`I'm sure my dick is fatter than his?'</i> he said to himself as his
elder brother jumped excitedly into the dorm.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh no not
again!" Percy mimicked Oliver Wood's phrase. Percy looked down seeing his
surprised nudity with an exasperated growl. "Wood you're naked too!" his tone
was accusing as he glared at the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh you
noticed," Oliver glared back.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well we'd
better do something about it then," Percy was reduced to stumbling muttering.
"I just came down to check on Mr Potter, make sure he was safely tucked up in
bed," his hands unconsciously moved to squeeze his teendick, to Ron's horror he
saw his brother's tenprick expand and bloat.</span></p>
<p><span>"Perce, Perce,
stop that, you're giving yourself a hardon," Ron spluttered in indignation,
embarrassed at seeing his brother's teendick swell and bloat and pulse.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes Percy, you
should not be exhibiting yourself like that," Oliver yelped but his own hand
was slowly striking his own slim teencock, it too swelled and bloated at the
sensual stimulation.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh wow," Seamus
stared in amazement at seeing two older teenagers begin to sport engorging
erections. <i>`will my dick ever get big and
hard like theirs?'</i> he asked himself as he watched with envy as the older
teenager's pricks expanded and pulsed.</span></p>
<p><span>Harry shivered;
he glanced over to his bedside table, the book that lay innocuously on the top
flickered, he saw sparkles of crimson red flow up and down the closed pages.
For an instant, part of him was drawn to the somewhat inviting sparkling rhythm
but then another part of him hissed inside his head and he strode over to the
bedside table, picking up the book he stuffed it inside the top drawer,
covering the volume with one of his new briefs. Slamming the drawer shut he
turned around. The slamming of the drawer echoed around the room and Harry
sensed a change in the atmosphere.</span></p>
<p><span>"Bludger's balls!"
Oliver Wood's shout followed the echo, "I'm naked and bloody well erect in,
in," reddening and shuddering Oliver reached over to pluck Seamus's pyjama top
from Seamus's bed and hurriedly hid his exposed teenrod from view. "By Dumbledore's
Beard how in the Hogwarts has this happened?" Oliver looked directly at Ron,
"Is this another of your family's tricks, Weasley," Oliver gave Ron his best
Quidditch attacking glare and Ron cowered under the overbearing onslaught.</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't, I
didn't," Ron trembled as he faced Oliver Wood's wrath, "nothing to do with me,"
he whimpered, stepping back and grasping the curtains of his bed.</span></p>
<p><span>"What about
those tricky treaty brothers of yours," Oliver whirled and looked at Percy.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy stood shaking
nervously just inside the doorway, his hands were cupped across his erection
which pushed repeatedly at his hands. He stared around the dormitory looking
for something to cover himself with. Spying Ron's blue striped new boxer trunks,
he shuffled forward taking tiny mincing steps so as to try and deal with his
own embarrassment. Grabbing Ron's trunks he held them in front of his throbber,
the material bulged and twitched, the trunks barely managing to contain Percy's
teenlump but Percy felt his dignity somewhat restored and he stood taller as he
faced Oliver.</span></p>
<p><span>"I am as
confounded and confused as you are Oliver," Percy blurted out, "and I agree
that perhaps this is something we ought take up with my trickster twin brothers."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perce, Perce,"
Ron wheezed the sight of his naked brother attempting to hide his teenage
weapon behind the trunks was casing paroxysm as he almost collapsed onto his
bed with laughter, "If you're going to face Fred and George you'd better find a
better way of covering yourself up, just think of what they will do if they see
you trying to hide your dick behind my trunks, think of what they will say."
Ron suddenly stood up, "My Trunks, my trunks," angered he jumped forwards and
grabbing his boxers, yanked them out of Percy's hands.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy squealed,
he had stepped back at Ron had lunged forward and the shock of his younger
brothers assault had unnerved him, he clapped his hands once more across his
groin, the tip of his teendick pulsing just above the cupped fingers.</span></p>
<p><span>Seamus seeing
Ron's success in regaining his property made a grab for his own pyjama top that
Oliver had taken, a tussle developed with Neville stepping into assisting Seamus
as he tugged at the loose arms of his pyjama tops. Oliver struggled but faced
with two irate teenagers he found himself under pressure and gradually
relinquished his grip on the flannel material as inch by inch Seamus and
Neville regained control of Seamus's pyjama top.<span> </span></span><span></span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Bloody
Mary's Head," grunted Oliver but the combined efforts of Seamus and Neville
proved too much, he let go of Seamus's pyjama top, Neville and Seamus fell
backwards at the release and Oliver resumed the same position, his hands cupped
around his teencock which protruded from between his cupped fingers.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Bugger,"
Seamus sat up and panted, wheezing as the fall had knocked the breath out of
his lungs,</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Likewise
mate," puffed Neville as his head appeared above Seamus's bed, "but you got
your top back."</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Sure,"
Seamus held up the flannel top and then his nose twitched as he inhaled a
strange odour and he held his top close to his nose, "Knickers it stinks of
Oliver's sexed sweat, it'll have to be washed. Matron's not going to be happy,"
he nodded his head sadly.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"What!"
Ron looked at Seamus and held up his recovered trunks, cautiously he brought
the new trunks closer to his nose and then sneezed, "You're right, my new
trunks stink too. Percy!" Ron lunged at his brother.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Harry
just managed to grab Ron's arm, Ron spun around as Harry's grasp checked his
lunge and he twisted on his bare feet and unbalanced fell onto his bed. </span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Ron
it's not worth it, they'll be fine when they're washed. Honestly all this fuss over
a pair of boxers."</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"B,b,
b, but they're my boxers and their striped and coloured and not mum Weasley
white," Ron moaned as he stared at the limp clump of material. "I wanted to
wear them new and bright and coloured not shiny white," Ron grizzled. He looked
up at his brother Percy who was still standing in the dorm, reddening even more
with embarrassment. "You still here?" Ron said accusingly.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Percy
backed away slightly, "Er, S, s, sorry Ron," he whimpered.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Neville
stood up and glared at the two intruders, "So why haven't you left then?"</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Er,
er, well I, well I, I, er, I need to say goodnight to Harry," Percy mumbled.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Neville,
Seamus, Ron and Harry were taken aback and all stood frozen to the spot. Percy
seeing his chance stepped forward and to everyone's amazement leaned over to
kiss Harry directly on the lips, "Goodnight," he said and turned to scuttle
away.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Me
too," Oliver warbled and jumped forward nearly knocking Percy over. Harry astonished
at Percy's kiss now found himself being kissed by Oliver.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span><i>`What is going on, has Percy and Oliver gone
mad,' </i>Harry's head spun although part of his head found Oliver's kiss
seemed somehow familiar.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>The
four dormmates watched the bobbling buttocks of the older teenagers as Percy
and Oliver made their escape. A few catcalls and whistles were heard from along
the dormitory corridor as Percy and Oliver's run to get back to their dorm was
seen by other Gryffindor students.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"What's
got into your brother Ron?" Neville looked hard at Ron who was still looking
miserably at his new boxers.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Don't
know and don't care," Ron sniffed just about holding back the tears of disappointment
and anger. "I just wanted to wear something nice and different for once," he
shook his head and stared at his crumpled trunks, "and not handed down and
eternally washed by mum." Ron shuddered.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"It's
okay Ron you can have one of the other new ones I bought," Harry tried to
console his friend. "There's plenty of choice, I haven't used most of them
yet," Harry moved to put his hand on Ron's shoulder.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Thanks
mate but I really, really loved these," Ron hiccupped as he spoke. "White
stripes with the dark blue contrast," he looked up at Harry, "'an they made my
dick look bigger too," his face crumpled and Harry patted Ron's shoulder again.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>The
lights flashed, "There's the `Lights Out' warning," Neville said, "we ought to
be in bed now," he looked at Harry and then he walked over and leaning forward
much like Percy had done he kissed Harry on the lips.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Harry
was transfixed, <i>`first Percy, then Oliver
now Neville,' </i> but hardly had the
time to think before Seamus came up and kissed him too.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Night
Harry," Shamus grinned, "I'll have to put on a T-shirt tonight in place of my
top," he said as he turned towards his bed.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Thanks
for the offer mate, perhaps I'll have a look at the other knickers tomorrow,"
Ron was standing before him and Harry felt Ron's lips on his, nonplussed he
accepted Ron's gentle kiss but was still dumfounded. Harry also became aware of
the sensation of Ron's erect teendick pushing at him through Ron's faded
nightshirt.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>His
head spinning with what had happened, Harry climbed into his bed. "Night then
Harry," Harry looked up, his three dorm mates stood by their beds and were
looking at him, not only that all three were now naked, Harry noticed the piles
of dumped nightwear by their feet. Harry could clearly see the slim pink pencil
of Ron's teendick and Shamus's pale ivory worm and Neville's slightly chubbier
wedge of teencock. Amazed he watched as his mates climbed naked into bed. As
the lights went out across the dormitories Harry lying confused and confounded
by all that had happened found his attention drawn to a slight knocking sound.
His ear pricked as he sought the source of the sound, he was drawn to his
bedside table, the drawer was moving slightly, puzzled he opened it.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span><i>`What the...! How did that happened?' </i>
he asked himself seeing that the strange book
he had hidden under one of his new undies was lying on the top of the briefs he
had used to hide it, the book's title glowed a crimson hue and Harry felt a
warmth rise up inside him. The need to take of his pyjamas became insistent in
his head, entranced he did that, his night things falling to the floor to lie
in a pile just like his other friends had done. Once he was naked, he relaxed
in his bed, his hand curled around his teenprick, the reassurance he felt at
the cuddling touch seemed to allow his brain to rest and sleep slowly stole
over him.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Percy
Weasley stood naked before the long mirror, he admired his taut frame, the dark
pink of his aureoles surrounding his peaked nipples sent a little shiver of
pleasure run along his spine. Gently he caressed his teendick, the slim shaft
filled with lustblood and he sighed closing his eyes as he enjoyed the
sensation of sensual provocation.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"We
need to practice Percy," Oliver Wood stood beside Percy, he too was naked and
erect, their sides touched and each felt the stimulating warmth of each other's
bodies. "We need to become better cocksuckers," Oliver sighed.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Yes
you're right," murmured Percy.</span></p>
<p><span>Opening his
eyes he beamed at Oliver and gasping Oliver's teencock led him towards his bed.
Both climbed onto the bedclothes, Percy with a wave of his free hand made the
curtains sweep into place around the bed. Inside the curtains, the bed appeared
to expand, becoming wide enough to accommodate the two students. As if by
mutual consent, Percy laid his head at the top end of the bed whilst Oliver
turned around so his head was at the foot of the bed. A slight wriggle from
both of them and then each faced the other's engorged teenrod. Both sighed as
they kissed the pulsing cockheads and then they began to suck each other. The
sounds of their sixty-nine suck session were magically dampened by the heavy
curtains so that anyone entering their dormitory would not hear anything.</span></p>
<p><span>"Must improve
my technique," Percy whispered as he stroked Oliver's ivory shaft, teasing the
foreskin up and over the bloated helmet.</span></p>
<p><i><span>`Need to get better at sucking cock,'</span></i><span> Oliver told himself as he sucked the small bulb of Percy's teenrod,
tasting the sugary spicy flavour of Percy's precum. He never asked himself why,
to his way of thinking it seemed proper and correct to suck another boy's dick.
Oliver bobbed his head, enjoying hearing Percy sigh and moan and writhe as he
sucked him.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy sucked
hard at the spongy bulb of Oliver's teendick, he tasted the spicy flavour of
Oliver's precum, <i>`Oliver does taste so
hot,'</i> he swallowed a heavy gloop of Oliver's juice as it was pulsed out of
his slit. Percy roughed his tongue over the throbbing bulb, storing away how
Oliver reacted to what he was doing. <i>`I'll
have to do this more often so I can get better,'</i> Percy instructed himself
as he sucked and slathered away.</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver clamped
his lips tight around Percy's teencock, sucking far along the five inches of
teenmeat as he bucked his hips, driving his own teendick deeper inside Percy's
squelching mouth. The hot surges of tingling itches rampaged along his spine
and along his neck before twisting inside his head. <i>`Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, feels so good,'</i> he thought as he felt the
compression of Percy's mouth and pressing tongue caress his teenlance. <i>`Oh dear should I be feeling so happy about
this?' </i>Oliver's natural tendency to think in straight lines about his
intentions and what he considered he was entitled too were being eroded by the
flaming desires that rocked and shocked him. <i>`Have I the right to feel such pleasure?' </i>
his thought was interrupted as a molten
tingling surge washed over and through him, he could feel his balls swell and
the blazing elation that whirled his brain actually made him think, <i>`this is better than winning at Quidditch!'</i>
the, to him, disturbing thought was melted into tingling bliss as another hot
flush of pleasure rose to play seductively with his senses.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy quivered
as he underwent a similar blast of extreme pleasure, <i>`Ohhhhhh this is awesome, so much better than studying, even better
than levitating and apparrating!' </i>
his slightly more venial character was more
able to accept and relish the blissful pleasures that surged and foamed within
him but even so he was memorising everything, <i>`I must make my Harry feel such tremendous pleasure when I suck him
next,'</i> he found himself not all disturbed by this strange thought.</span></p>
<p><span>The two senior
teenagers sucked and swallowed and licked and rasped away, hands caressing
shafts, hands squeezing and caressing heavy and swollen ballsacs. Oliver
managed to suck Percy's slimmer teenrod right down to the curly nest of
scratchy red hairs that he discovered tickled his nostrils as he buried his
head in Percy's groin. He also inhaled the heady musk of Percy Weasley in heat
and his odour was as hot and red as his Wesley red hair. Ignoring the tickling
of the crinkly hairs Oliver inhaled even more of the crimson flavoured scent,
the red mist of desire inside him being even more inflamed. Gone now were the thoughts
of what he was or not entitled to feel, desire to pleasure was paramount and he
sucked furiously at Percy's teendick and squeezed hard the boiling balls that
throbbed heavily between his fingers. Percy in his turn inhaled Oliver's more
woody yet also stimulating horned up perfume, <i>`his smell is so full of sensual and delicious elements,' </i>Percy
thought as his tongue lashed the plump bulb in his mouth, his fingers fluted up
and down the longer shaft of Oliver's teendong and his other hand cuddled the
spongy sac that twitched and trembled as the interior spheres made themselves
ready for ejaculation.</span></p>
<p><span>Oliver groaned
loudly as his teendick bloated and swelled and exploded, even as his spunky dew
blasted into Percy's squelching mouth he tasted and swallowed the first burst
of Percy's teen spunk. Both teenagers continued to suckle and swallow as each
climaxed, all to mutual benefit and ecstatic delight. Percy swallowed heavily
as Oliver's teencock continued to deliver another flow of salty spicy spunk
whilst Oliver suckled, teasing out the last residues of Percy's lesser volume
of teengunk. The closed curtains around the bed held their passion completely
and each was assured that when the next opportunity arose they would be able to
pleasure Harrys as never before.</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll have to
continue to practice," Oliver said as he licked the last dribbles of Percy's
cum.</span></p>
<p><span>Percy still
dealing with the spurting and dribbling of Oliver's much longer stream of cum
could only nod. In his sleep Harry, far away in his own dormitory twitched and
quivered as he sensed something pleasurable was being directed at him, sleepily
his hand squeezed his teendick which pulsed comfortingly against his pressing
fingers. Harry slept on.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Draco
Malfoy sat up in bed, he had experienced a horrible nightmare where his father,
Lucius Malfoy had stood glaring at him, his face scowling and decrying the fact
that his fabled family's white blond hair had been desecrated by Draco's
reddening embarrassment. He had stood before his long haired father, his own
blond locks gleaming every shade and hue of crimson as his father berated him
for his `redness'.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"How
could you insult our family by resorting to measly Weasly like magic," his
father had thundered at him, his flashing wand turning into whiplike strokes
that left long red blood like stripes across his body. Draco had howled and
wept, but even his tears were coloured pink as they leaked from his tear ducts,
the pink drools colouring his cheeks with a flaming pink coating as the tears
spread over his face. Draco had crumpled towards the ground which appeared to
turn to mud as he slipped down, down, down into the soggy red earth. Struggling
he woke up; he discovered he was entwined in his bedclothes that were snakily wrapped
about him. Shaking and shivering with fright he slid and wriggled out of the
clinging cloths. He looked across the dormitory to where Goyle and Crabbe
slept; each had their back turned to him, their eyes clamped tight as they
pretended sleep in an attempt to ignore the squealing and crying that came from
Draco's bed.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"Sod
you," Draco hissed half under his breath and he tiptoed out of the dorm, he
paused at the entrance to the corridor, snores and mumbles emanated from the
other rooms, feeling very alone and insignificant Draco padded quietly down the
corridor. Draco turned into one of the washrooms; he locked the cubicle door
behind him and sat down on the cold pan. A quick glance at his legs showed his
shiny silk pyjamas glowing with an intense red sheen. Muttering a covering
spell he placed his head in his hands and howled dismally as his red depression
overwhelmed him.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>Harry
Potter sat up straight in his bed; he had awakened as he felt a tremendous insistent
and demanding pulsing sensation between his legs, pulling the bedclothes aside
he looked in askance at his teendick. The five inches of normal Harry Potter
teenmeat pulsed and throbbed and jerked in the air. Harry felt a sudden itch, a
desire run through him, a desire he knew could not be sated by simple
masturbation.<span> </span>Gingerly he swung his legs
and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Conscious that he could hurt his
thrusting teendick he carefully eased the blankets away and oblivious of his
nakedness, sat poised on the edge of his bed. He stared at the stranger to him,
sight of his teendick juddering and jerking in the darklight of the dorm.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>"It's
okay Harry, I'll help you with that," he heard the soft whisper and his
teencock swelled and throbbed in evident anticipation. He heard the patter of
bare feet approach.</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>End
of Part Five</span></p>
<p><span><span> </span>To
Be Continued...???????????????????</span></p>
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Have I caught the flow of Harry's character and his fellows or is this too
magical for you? Still want to be entranced? - then take up your quill if you
want more and want me to continue spelling out this tale. Do please
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<p><span><i><span>(In response to all
those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing
editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news
is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and
`Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing
stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time
as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. </span></i></span><span><i><span>Van T
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<tbody><tr><th>Size</th><th>Date</th><th>Filename</th></tr>
<tr><td>112K</td><td>Oct 22 23:03</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-117.html">kurt-117.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>133K</td><td>Sep 9 11:03</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-116.html">kurt-116.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>106K</td><td>Aug 12 17:43</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-115.html">kurt-115.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>113K</td><td>Jul 27 08:36</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-114.html">kurt-114.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>111K</td><td>Jul 22 11:18</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-113.html">kurt-113.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>106K</td><td>Jul 9 21:03</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-112.html">kurt-112.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>129K</td><td>Jun 22 21:04</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-111.html">kurt-111.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>191K</td><td>May 28 15:29</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-110.html">kurt-110.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>205K</td><td>Mar 25 2024</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-109.html">kurt-109.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>193K</td><td>Feb 17 2024</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-108.html">kurt-108.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>166K</td><td>Jan 18 2024</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-107.html">kurt-107.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>117K</td><td>Dec 27 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-106.html">kurt-106.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>135K</td><td>Dec 20 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-105.html">kurt-105.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>128K</td><td>Dec 11 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-104.html">kurt-104.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>132K</td><td>Nov 25 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-103.html">kurt-103.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>145K</td><td>Nov 3 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-102.html">kurt-102.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>146K</td><td>Oct 6 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-101.html">kurt-101.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>176K</td><td>Aug 10 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-100.html">kurt-100.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>127K</td><td>Jul 5 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-99.html">kurt-99.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>137K</td><td>Jun 3 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-98.html">kurt-98.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>118K</td><td>May 16 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-97.html">kurt-97.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>131K</td><td>Apr 16 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-96.html">kurt-96.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>132K</td><td>Feb 10 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-95.html">kurt-95.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>104K</td><td>Jan 29 2023</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-94.html">kurt-94.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>151K</td><td>Dec 28 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-93.html">kurt-93.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>166K</td><td>Dec 7 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-92.html">kurt-92.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>163K</td><td>Nov 14 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-91.html">kurt-91.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>171K</td><td>Oct 29 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-90.html">kurt-90.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>132K</td><td>Oct 17 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-89.html">kurt-89.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>124K</td><td>Oct 6 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-88.html">kurt-88.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>163K</td><td>Sep 30 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-87.html">kurt-87.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>154K</td><td>Aug 16 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-86.html">kurt-86.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>124K</td><td>Jul 23 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-85.html">kurt-85.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>135K</td><td>Jul 17 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-84.html">kurt-84.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>158K</td><td>Jul 2 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-83.html">kurt-83.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>151K</td><td>May 26 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-82.html">kurt-82.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>108K</td><td>Apr 19 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-81.html">kurt-81.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>115K</td><td>Apr 7 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-80.html">kurt-80.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>94K</td><td>Apr 1 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-79.html">kurt-79.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>94K</td><td>Mar 13 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-78.html">kurt-78.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>112K</td><td>Feb 26 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-77.html">kurt-77.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>103K</td><td>Feb 12 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-76.html">kurt-76.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>115K</td><td>Feb 2 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-75.html">kurt-75.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>97K</td><td>Jan 9 2022</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-74.html">kurt-74.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>100K</td><td>Dec 22 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-73.html">kurt-73.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>85K</td><td>Dec 2 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-72.html">kurt-72.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>147K</td><td>Nov 13 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-71.html">kurt-71.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>135K</td><td>Oct 30 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-70.html">kurt-70.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>105K</td><td>Oct 24 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-69.html">kurt-69.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>95K</td><td>Oct 20 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-68.html">kurt-68.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>44K</td><td>Oct 13 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-67b.html">kurt-67b.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>90K</td><td>Oct 2 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-67a.html">kurt-67a.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>106K</td><td>Sep 19 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-66.html">kurt-66.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>108K</td><td>Sep 11 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-65.html">kurt-65.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>80K</td><td>Aug 29 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-64.html">kurt-64.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>91K</td><td>Aug 21 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-63.html">kurt-63.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>89K</td><td>Aug 6 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-62.html">kurt-62.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>97K</td><td>Jul 30 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-61.html">kurt-61.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>113K</td><td>Jul 24 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-60.html">kurt-60.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>89K</td><td>Jul 16 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-59.html">kurt-59.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>105K</td><td>Jul 11 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-58.html">kurt-58.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>112K</td><td>Jul 1 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-57.html">kurt-57.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>81K</td><td>Jun 12 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-56.html">kurt-56.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>88K</td><td>May 28 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-55.html">kurt-55.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>103K</td><td>Apr 22 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-54.html">kurt-54.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>76K</td><td>Mar 13 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-53.html">kurt-53.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>78K</td><td>Feb 27 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-52.html">kurt-52.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>80K</td><td>Feb 20 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-51.html">kurt-51.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>99K</td><td>Feb 6 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-50.html">kurt-50.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>101K</td><td>Jan 26 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-49.html">kurt-49.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>79K</td><td>Jan 2 2021</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-48.html">kurt-48.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>79K</td><td>Dec 15 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-47.html">kurt-47.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>243K</td><td>Dec 6 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-46.html">kurt-46.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>128K</td><td>Nov 1 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-45.html">kurt-45.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>123K</td><td>Oct 24 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-44.html">kurt-44.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>101K</td><td>Oct 2 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-43.html">kurt-43.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>113K</td><td>Sep 23 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-42.html">kurt-42.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>94K</td><td>Sep 7 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-41.html">kurt-41.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>49K</td><td>Aug 26 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-40.html">kurt-40.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>45K</td><td>Aug 19 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-39.html">kurt-39.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>68K</td><td>Aug 10 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-38.html">kurt-38.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>71K</td><td>Jul 29 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-37.html">kurt-37.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>119K</td><td>Jul 19 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-36.html">kurt-36.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>142K</td><td>Jul 15 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-35.html">kurt-35.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>130K</td><td>Jul 11 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-34.html">kurt-34.html</a></td></tr>
<tr><td>143K</td><td>Jul 5 2020</td><td><a href="https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/kurt-33.html">kurt-33.html</a></td></tr>
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/brother-nick/brother-nick-7 | Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2024 11:43:44 -0700 From: Bill Baker Subject: Chapter 7, Brother Nick, Gay Adult / Youth This story contains sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time; So, can I ask Pete to do me too, he is a lot smaller than you are. Just about then Pete came back into the room climbing into bed saying he was waisted and fell asleep, so we said goodnight. You OK Nick, I asked. Just before he went to sleep Nick said you're smaller than Gramps, but Your dick is longer and I love it. Brother Nick; Chapter 7 Early in the morning, there was a knock on my camper door so when I answered it Jim was standing there grinning like a cat. "I thought you had an early meeting," I asked. "No, it was canceled last night," Uncle Burnie told me this morning so I told him "While I was up, I might see what Pete up to." "Oh, the boys are asleep, in the only bed I got." "Well, I will have to be quiet, while I'm fucking you, so we don't wake them up," he said as he dropped his clothes on the floor. "I need a shower first," he said, "want to do my back?" "Why not" I said heading for the shower. "By the way, you sleep naked right." "Isn't it the only way?" I said. Within minutes we were both soaped up and Jim had his man toy filling my man Pusey. He was horny as hell and took 20 minutes to fill me with cumm, in the small shower stall, then I filled him with cumm which only took another 12 minutes. Once we dried off, we found the left half of the bed vacant and soon were asleep wrapped up in each other's arms. Morning came finding all four of us naked in bed together, with Nick and Pete busy doing a 69, not even seeing Jim sleeping next to me. When they were finished and had come back from the bathroom Pete asked "Who the hell, I had in bed" and how did he get there without waking them up. Jim sat up saying "You aren't the only horny one in the family," as he tore the covers off of me attacking my morning wood. "Shit they are both naked again," Nick said "We'd better go watch some TV while the kids finish their morning meal," he said. "Speaking of food let's get dressed and go get some breakfast in town," we all agreed and started to get ready to head into town. After breakfast, we headed to Nicks's place, put the two-day sailboats together, and had races between the 4 of us. Nick and I won most of them but Pete and Jim were getting better with each race. Just about 7 pm Gram and Gramps came back from their weekend trip and when they asked how the weekend went Nick and Pete started talking nonstop thankfully leaving out the sex parts. Gramps said that he heard through the local grapevine that Jim had graduated from college and was going to work at the club but was surprised that he and I knew each other already. I explained that I had been training him at the club from the ground up and he was impressed by that, saying "he didn't think young people did that anymore." Jim assured him that his uncle had insisted that he learn all parts of the operation and after almost two weeks he was glad he now knew how the club was maintained would help him in his job. Uncle Burnie said it was OK for me to move into the apartment that week so Jim and I spent several hours after we cleaned the club setting it up. The first night I stayed in the apartment Jim stayed long enough for us to break in the King-sized bed and shower. That Saturday after Nick, Pete, and I put the cat away Pete headed to His Place. Gramps asked me and Nick to join him in the garage. Nick had this huge grin on his face as we entered the space. Gramps pulled a cover off a Honda Motorcycle asking me If I had ever ridden one of these. "I had several bikes in high school," my last one was a 750cc Honda, just like the one he showed me. After I checked it out, he handed me the key saying "It's yours if you want it." "This belonged to my daughter and her boyfriend and has been sitting here damned near 5 years." I was speechless asking "Are you sure?" "You might as well use it no one else will," He said. "Thank you I would love to ride it, maybe one day Nick can learn how to ride too." "No, it's all yours no strings attached just for being such a good friend to us and Nick." "I'll have it taken to the motorcycle shop uptown and gone through, then it's all yours," Gramps said. "Will it be all right if Nick rides on the back from time to time?" I asked. "Of course, he can ride with you," Gramps said. "Cool I'll get him a good helmet and riding jacket before he rides," I said. "Anything you want," Gramps said, Nickie, head in and tell Gram I'm taking Pat home. "Ok," Nick said as he headed to the house. Gramps said right after we left his place, "I hear Nicky had sex with Pete the other night at your place." The next several minutes were one of the dead quiet pauses. "I'll stop coming over if you want me to," I said. "No, no, please don't do that, you're being gay is not a problem it's a blessing to Gram and Me." "When Nickie first took a shine to you, we were both so pleased, he's been a lonely boy for so long, then the way he kept wanting to be with you, and Jane noticed that he had a sunburn on his bare butt, after your first weekend you took him sailing, and how happy he was, we decided that he went skinny-dipping with you out on the lake." "Does Gram know he has the butt plug," I asked. "Yes, she does, that was my doing" Gramps admitted, "like I told you the other day." "Well, I asked about getting him the Speedo suits," I said, "to get him to wear something," and "I suggested he wear a coverup over his Speedo around the house too." "Thanks for that, the neighbors were beginning to ask isn't Nickie getting a little big to be running around naked all the time?" "I know you won't hurt him, or let him get hurt if possible but if he does, I know you will take care of him." "we've been expecting him to try anal sex," "Gram and I figured he would get around to it sometime this year, after all, he is 13 now." "Soon to be 14," I said "You OK with him starting so young" is all I said as I climbed out of the vehicle. "I started when I was 10," Gramps said "Then I met Gram and until Nick came to live with us didn't think about gay sex." "He and I play around in the hot tub some, he has sat on my boner a couple of times playing around," Gramps confided to me. "See you during the week when I pick up Nickie at the club and next Saturday sailing" Gramps called as he drove off. Jim showed up at closing time and we spent the next couple of hours cleaning. Then we went to the apartment for some coffee, and I told him about my talk with Nick's gramps. "Well as long as he and Pete are an Item, I don't think we have to worry," He said. "Yes, but what happens when they get pissed at each other, or just forget and blurt out everything that has happened, to the rest of the world?" "Well, we will just have to be careful about what we do with the kids from now on" Jim said. "Say don't the boys start swim team practice this weekend, that should keep them busy." "I'm not going to worry about it "I said as I leaned over and kissed Jim. On Tuesday and Thursday, Nick and Pete were at the pool swimming laps, and we made plans to go sailing on Saturday. "It will have to be Saturday afternoon because you two have swim practice at 6:30 am on Saturday" I reminded them and "Tuesday and Thursday from 6 to 8 pm also." Gramps picked up the boys by 8 pm Thursday, telling me that the Motorcycle was ready to be picked up, so I told him, "I would get it on Friday after work," and he said; "I'll pick you up so we can do the transfer paperwork. I said "Thanks I'll be ready. " Friday after work Gramps picked me up at the screening plant and took me to the Motorcycle shop in town, he brought all the transfer papers with him then after I purchased a nice full-face helmet, Gramps said we should go to his insurance agent to put insurance on the bike and it was the same company I had the Motor Home insured with so I got a good deal. Once Gramps left for home, I rode that bike for two straight hours making it back to the club by 8 pm. Gramps and Gram had taken Nick up to the Bike shop and got him a good helmet and jacket so when he wanted to ride with me, he would be all set. After Saturday morning swim team practice the boys rode with Jim and I rode my old/new bike to their place. The weather wasn't great so we played some board games and watched TV after Jane and Gramps went into town shopping. "Hay the hot tub is clean and hot," Gramps said as they headed off. "Nickie will show you," Jane said as she left. When it quite raining and the sun came back out Nick said let's hit the hot tub, as he headed down into the basement. There was a solid door in the foundation wall that led to the tunnel he took me down last week, which led to a small hidden deck overlooking the lake. Just as we were coming out of the tunnel there were hooks to hang clothes on so we all stripped and walked to the tub. "Cool," Pete and Jim said together as we came out to the completely hidden deck holding this huge hot tub, that was bubbling as we walked up to it. "I learned how to swim in this big old hot tub when I was little," Nick said as he climbed into the water. The tub was a good twenty feet across and four feet deep in the middle. There was a continuous bench-type seat around the hot tub. "Shit, you could have some rad sex parties, and playtime, in a tub this big," Pete said. "Playing in the bubbling water is super cool," Nick said, "I sit on Gramps... Oops, I'm not supposed to say that," he said looking at Jim and Pete. "That's Ok, Jim let me sit on his toy twice in the last two weeks," Pete said, "we share a room and well we just get horny at night sometimes and we can't help it." "Don't forget we have swim team practice on Tuesday night" I said to the boys as they climbed back into the hot tub, "we have two new members coming for their first practice too." "Who is that" Nick asked, "You know them both," I said, "Joey and Jimmy Buston from across the lake. Their dad is one of the new sponsors of the swim team." "Hot damn that could be a problem," Nick said, "they told us that they never wear anything swimming, maybe we could all swim naked as a team." "That would be fun but I don't think any other team would invite us to their competitions." "True but practice would Shure be fun," Nick and Pete said at the same time. We spent an hour just relaxing, then we all headed to our various homes. Jim said see you at the club as he and Pete walked to their uncle's place. I drove home and came into the pool door where several of the swim team boys were swimming laps, I saw Joey, Jimmy, and their dad Jacob swimming laps too. "What is this a late team practice" I called out so most everyone heard, "it's 8 pm on a Saturday, don't any of you have a life?" The three Bustons and two others of the team members climbed out of the pool asking what I was doing there so late. After I introduced the Bustons to Mike Smith and Paul Clark, both 14, we moved to the steam room and talked for a short time. "This is the first time I've seen you boys with swimsuits on," I said to Joey and Jimmy, "looking good boys." After puzzled looks from Mike and Paul, Jacob said, "We own the nudist camp on the other side of the lake." "Oh, cool," Mike said, "yeah, cool Paul said you know I only live a mile or so from your place," looking at Jimmy "what's it like to swim naked? " "Liberating" Jimmy said, "you should come over someday and try it." Just about that moment the lights in the pool area turned off then on several times telling everyone, the club was closing soon. "Well, we had better go get changed, Paul has been staying at my place on Saturday nights because I just live up the street," Mike said, "so see you in the morning." Everyone headed to the showers as I said "Well, got to get to work." "Like, where do you work this late" Paul asked. "Right here, I keep the club and pool maintained." "Like you're the janitor for the club?" "Maintenance man," I said, yah "OK the Janitor." "Paul leaned in real close asking do you ever let anyone in after hours, like to swim." "I swim 20 or more laps after I finish usually by 12:30 to 1 am or so," "No one has ever asked that," "other than the evening manager Jim who you have seen at practice a couple of times." "Oh, that buff 20-something guy we've seen you talking to." "Yes, that probably was Jim," "he's Pete's guardian and lives on the lake." "Geese, I'd like to swim with Pete naked," Paul whispered to me. "Really and what else would you like to do?" "Never mind I can see what you're thinking" as his Lykra Speedo strained to contain his rampant teen hard-on. Paul realized what had transpired and he turned a nice shade of red as he raced to the showers, trying in vain to cover himself. I let the Bustons out then Mike and Paul walked up to the door. Paul tuning a nice shade of pink as I said "12:30 at the back pool door." With a startled grin, he said "OK we'll try," as he and Paul headed home. Jim came in just after 11 with Pete in tow as I was starting to clean the gym area. We finished cleaning the entire club and pool by 12:20. I had just turned off the pool lights and as we were about to start our laps, there was a quiet knock on the back door of the pool area, I asked Pete who was still dressed, kind of and still out of the pool, to open the door for Paul so he said: "Paul who?" "Probably Paul and Mike from the swim team," "Oh," he said, "cool "as he jerked the door opened the door. "A loud shit, was heard then sorry, sorry" then a long "cool" as Paul and Mike came into the pool area. "Bring them over Pete and show them where to put their stuff." Paul dropped his clothes in an instant while Mike just stood there looking at all of the naked males then he said "Wow" as he dropped his clothes too. All the boys were doing laps by the time Jim and I started our laps, him saying "are you sure this is wise," "I don't know, let's ask the manager," I said. "Ok with him" Jim said. Some of the boys were bobbing up and down in the shallow end of the pool as Jim and I swam up, Mike was sucking Paul and Pete was watching, suck mine Paul asked Pete, please Pete, please. Jim shrugged his shoulders saying he and I were going to the steam room. As we left the water Paul was making all kinds of pleasure noises. When the boys came into the steam room Jim had his man toy firmly planted in my ass pounding away. Each boy instantly became hard again as they tried not to watch but they were all drooling. "Oh shit, please fuck me," Mike said to Paul, "But, wait, all these years I've known you; you always said you would never let me or anyone do that," Paul said. "Just do it before I get scared again and say no." Pete got in front of Mike and took his boy toy into his mouth while Paul carefully filled Mike's boy pussy with his slim 5" cut dick. By the time Pete had sucked Mike dry Paul filled his ass with his cumm and Mike was almost in a trance. "Oh my god, my 30-something uncle's been trying to get me to let him play with me in my room when the rents have him watch my little brother and sister when they go on one of their trips since I was 12," "he even asked me last week if I ever played around with other boys," I asked him "played what," he just said "boy games," "now I know why, this is so cool and we don't have to worry about getting anyone prego." "It's almost 2 am," I said "I think we all need to shower and head home." "Remember boys, we have a special swim practice at 0630 this morning, so try and get some sleep, and I assume we all know not to say anything to anyone about this." By 0220 all was quiet Mike and Paul made it the two blocks to Mike's place and back into his room through his window without anyone seeing them. Jim and Pete stayed at my place, Pete saying "Why don't you just move in with Pat? You're here all the time anyway." Jim said, "Not a bad idea what do you think Patrick." "Cool with me," I said, "sleep, I need sleep." 0630 came way too early, and most of the swim team was there as I opened the back door to the pool to let them all in. The head coaches gave Mike and Paul extra laps to swim because they were 20 minutes late. After practice, Jim took Pete home to his uncles and I went back to bed for a couple of hours, only to be woken up by Nick calling me to remind me we were going sailing later that day. I got up at 1 pm and was at Nick's place by 2, sailing by 3. Gramps was sitting on the back deck sipping coffee wearing a tight Speedo, and nothing else. When we made it to the far side of the lake the Bustons were on the water with both of their sailboats rigged with Jimmy sailing the 16-footer by himself, Joey and his dad Jacob sailing the 18-footer. We saw two people on the beach waving to us so Jimmy went ashore and picked up Paul of all people, after talking with his dad. Joey and Jacob had asked Paul's dad if he could go sailing with him so he dropped him off for the afternoon asking if he could stay the night because he and his mother were visiting friends out of town for the rest of Sunday and most of Monday. Paul and Jimmy sailed up to us, both of them naked as the day they were born. "Seeing you like that is getting to be a habit" I called to Paul. "Yeah, and I love it he called back, you know I only live a mile or so down the road he said as they tacked off to catch the better wind. I'd say he'll be a regular out here this summer. Little did I know that Paul would be their first part-time employee taking care of the sailboats, plus the rest of the beach equipment, for the "Skinny Dipper Cove Naturist Resort." The boys stayed on the boats while Jacob and I went ashore to have a bear and Jacob asked me to fuck his ass this time. After I finished and we cleaned up we started talking about the lake and his new business Jacob mentioned that his boys were having a lot of fun on the swim team and had asked him if they could ask the whole team to come out to their place one weekend. I mentioned that not everyone on the lake thought that boys from 10 to 16 should be spending the weekend camping naked at a resort was a proper thing to do. Oh, it's never a rule, one can partake in being naked but they don't have to. "Let's let your boys invite a couple of the team members at a time, as friends, instead of the entire club all at once. "Yes, I see your point we have to get established before we are accepted by some of the other locals. "You know there will always be some who will never accept our resort," Jacob said but we have a charter from the local council so we will play that by ear. "We have to convince as many families as we can to enjoy the natural lifestyle, we all enjoy." We made it back to Nick's place by 7 pm, after helping to put the catboat away I headed to my apartment. I got a couple of hours of sleep before I had to get to work. Jim was right on time sporting his black backless Swimsuit/Unders. "Nice fit" I said as he turned around showing me the backless suit. "Cool," I said, "does that mean you decided that you're gay now not just Buy?" "Well, time will tell but something one of the kids said the other night made sense to me, as long as I have gay sex there is no possibility of me getting anyone pregnant," the kid said. "I just can't see me with a kid and a wife." "Just be careful of those nasty bugs some people carry," I said. Well, I figure as long as we just fuck each other and no one else we will both be safe. "Sounds good to me," I said, "let's get to work cleaning this place." "By the way Patrick any chance I can move in with you?" Sure, why not I said we have a king-size bed and move it to the store room behind the living room wall, which has a full bathroom already attached. All we have to do is finish the molding, hang a door into the opening we found leading to the store room do a little painting, and then make the current bedroom/front room into just a front room. "I have a feeling we may have to keep the fold-down Murphy bed in the front room for visitors," Jim said." "I folded it up the other day and it looks just like a big old cupboard put away." "Good idea," I said. Once we finished the cleaning and spent some time in the steam room Jim and I went into my/our apartment to look around and do some planning about what else we were going to do to the place. In the next couple of months, Gram and Gramps spent quite a bit of time at our apartment helping to remodel and add curtains, which Gram insisted we needed, putting down hardwood flooring and fixing everything that needed looking after. Of course, Nick and Pete were out of school for the summer so they spent a lot of their time sailing on the lake, Gramps finally let Nick and Pete use the 16' cat by themselves. Three days a week there was swim team practice, and we had our first meet at one of the local high schools, where we took third overall which is phenomenal for a team less than a year old. Nick and Pete spent most weekends at our place at the club fucking each other silly. Jim started acting as the late afternoon and evening manager so having our apartment was great, we had intercoms wired from the front and pool doors that would ring in the office and our apartment so we never missed a call. Everything was going well till one night we got a call from the fire department that they had just airlifted Jim's Uncle and owner of the club to the local hospital. ******************** BoatsonBill here; In late March 2024, I will be away from my short stories, for several months, up to 6, working on two priority projects, that my editor wants me to complete. I promise that I will continue with Brother Nick in the coming months. Thanks to all our readers, for the comments, good or bad, you have sent me... (look for "Sean's Summer Find" coming later this year) [email protected] | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2024 11:43:44 -0700
From: Bill Baker <[email protected]>
Subject: Chapter 7, Brother Nick, Gay Adult / Youth
This story contains sexual scenes between males older and younger than
18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and
some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no
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Last Time;
So, can I ask Pete to do me too, he is a lot smaller than you are.
Just about then Pete came back into the room climbing into bed saying he
was waisted and fell asleep, so we said goodnight.
You OK Nick, I asked. Just before he went to sleep Nick said you're
smaller than Gramps, but Your dick is longer and I love it.
Brother Nick; Chapter 7
Early in the morning, there was a knock on my camper door so when I
answered it Jim was standing there grinning like a cat.
"I thought you had an early meeting," I asked.
"No, it was canceled last night," Uncle Burnie told me this morning so
I told him "While I was up, I might see what Pete up to."
"Oh, the boys are asleep, in the only bed I got."
"Well, I will have to be quiet, while I'm fucking you, so we don't wake
them up," he said as he dropped his clothes on the floor. "I need a shower
first," he said, "want to do my back?"
"Why not" I said heading for the shower.
"By the way, you sleep naked right."
"Isn't it the only way?" I said. Within minutes we were both soaped up
and Jim had his man toy filling my man Pusey. He was horny as hell and took
20 minutes to fill me with cumm, in the small shower stall, then I filled
him with cumm which only took another 12 minutes. Once we dried off, we
found the left half of the bed vacant and soon were asleep wrapped up in
each other's arms. Morning came finding all four of us naked in bed
together, with Nick and Pete busy doing a 69, not even seeing Jim sleeping
next to me. When they were finished and had come back from the bathroom
Pete asked "Who the hell, I had in bed" and how did he get there without
waking them up.
Jim sat up saying "You aren't the only horny one in the family," as he
tore the covers off of me attacking my morning wood.
"Shit they are both naked again," Nick said "We'd better go watch some
TV while the kids finish their morning meal," he said.
"Speaking of food let's get dressed and go get some breakfast in town,"
we all agreed and started to get ready to head into town. After breakfast,
we headed to Nicks's place, put the two-day sailboats together, and had
races between the 4 of us. Nick and I won most of them but Pete and Jim
were getting better with each race. Just about 7 pm Gram and Gramps came
back from their weekend trip and when they asked how the weekend went Nick
and Pete started talking nonstop thankfully leaving out the sex parts.
Gramps said that he heard through the local grapevine that Jim had
graduated from college and was going to work at the club but was surprised
that he and I knew each other already.
I explained that I had been training him at the club from the ground
up and he was impressed by that, saying "he didn't think young people did
that anymore."
Jim assured him that his uncle had insisted that he learn all parts of
the operation and after almost two weeks he was glad he now knew how the
club was maintained would help him in his job.
Uncle Burnie said it was OK for me to move into the apartment that week
so Jim and I spent several hours after we cleaned the club setting it up.
The first night I stayed in the apartment Jim stayed long enough for us to
break in the King-sized bed and shower.
That Saturday after Nick, Pete, and I put the cat away Pete headed to
His Place.
Gramps asked me and Nick to join him in the garage. Nick had this huge
grin on his face as we entered the space. Gramps pulled a cover off a
Honda Motorcycle asking me If I had ever ridden one of these.
"I had several bikes in high school," my last one was a 750cc Honda,
just like the one he showed me.
After I checked it out, he handed me the key saying "It's yours if you
want it."
"This belonged to my daughter and her boyfriend and has been sitting
here damned near 5 years."
I was speechless asking "Are you sure?"
"You might as well use it no one else will," He said.
"Thank you I would love to ride it, maybe one day Nick can learn how to
ride too."
"No, it's all yours no strings attached just for being such a good
friend to us and Nick."
"I'll have it taken to the motorcycle shop uptown and gone through,
then it's all yours," Gramps said.
"Will it be all right if Nick rides on the back from time to time?" I
asked.
"Of course, he can ride with you," Gramps said.
"Cool I'll get him a good helmet and riding jacket before he rides," I
said.
"Anything you want," Gramps said, Nickie, head in and tell Gram I'm
taking Pat home.
"Ok," Nick said as he headed to the house.
Gramps said right after we left his place, "I hear Nicky had sex with
Pete the other night at your place." The next several minutes were one of
the dead quiet pauses.
"I'll stop coming over if you want me to," I said.
"No, no, please don't do that, you're being gay is not a problem it's a
blessing to Gram and Me." "When Nickie first took a shine to you, we were
both so pleased, he's been a lonely boy for so long, then the way he kept
wanting to be with you, and Jane noticed that he had a sunburn on his bare
butt, after your first weekend you took him sailing, and how happy he was,
we decided that he went skinny-dipping with you out on the lake."
"Does Gram know he has the butt plug," I asked.
"Yes, she does, that was my doing" Gramps admitted, "like I told you
the other day."
"Well, I asked about getting him the Speedo suits," I said, "to get him
to wear something," and "I suggested he wear a coverup over his Speedo
around the house too."
"Thanks for that, the neighbors were beginning to ask isn't Nickie
getting a little big to be running around naked all the time?"
"I know you won't hurt him, or let him get hurt if possible but if he
does, I know you will take care of him."
"we've been expecting him to try anal sex," "Gram and I figured he
would get around to it sometime this year, after all, he is 13 now."
"Soon to be 14," I said
"You OK with him starting so young" is all I said as I climbed out of
the vehicle.
"I started when I was 10," Gramps said "Then I met Gram and until Nick
came to live with us didn't think about gay sex." "He and I play around in
the hot tub some, he has sat on my boner a couple of times playing around,"
Gramps confided to me.
"See you during the week when I pick up Nickie at the club and next
Saturday sailing" Gramps called as he drove off.
Jim showed up at closing time and we spent the next couple of hours
cleaning. Then we went to the apartment for some coffee, and I told him
about my talk with Nick's gramps.
"Well as long as he and Pete are an Item, I don't think we have to
worry," He said.
"Yes, but what happens when they get pissed at each other, or just
forget and blurt out everything that has happened, to the rest of the
world?"
"Well, we will just have to be careful about what we do with the kids
from now on" Jim said. "Say don't the boys start swim team practice this
weekend, that should keep them busy."
"I'm not going to worry about it "I said as I leaned over and kissed
Jim.
On Tuesday and Thursday, Nick and Pete were at the pool swimming laps,
and we made plans to go sailing on Saturday.
"It will have to be Saturday afternoon because you two have swim
practice at 6:30 am on Saturday" I reminded them and "Tuesday and Thursday
from 6 to 8 pm also."
Gramps picked up the boys by 8 pm Thursday, telling me that the
Motorcycle was ready to be picked up, so I told him,
"I would get it on Friday after work," and he said;
"I'll pick you up so we can do the transfer paperwork.
I said "Thanks I'll be ready. "
Friday after work Gramps picked me up at the screening plant and took me
to the Motorcycle shop in town, he brought all the transfer papers with him
then after I purchased a nice full-face helmet, Gramps said we should go to
his insurance agent to put insurance on the bike and it was the same
company I had the Motor Home insured with so I got a good deal.
Once Gramps left for home, I rode that bike for two straight hours
making it back to the club by 8 pm. Gramps and Gram had taken Nick up to
the Bike shop and got him a good helmet and jacket so when he wanted to
ride with me, he would be all set.
After Saturday morning swim team practice the boys rode with Jim and I
rode my old/new bike to their place. The weather wasn't great so we played
some board games and watched TV after Jane and Gramps went into town
shopping.
"Hay the hot tub is clean and hot," Gramps said as they headed off.
"Nickie will show you," Jane said as she left.
When it quite raining and the sun came back out Nick said let's hit the
hot tub, as he headed down into the basement. There was a solid door in
the foundation wall that led to the tunnel he took me down last week, which
led to a small hidden deck overlooking the lake. Just as we were coming
out of the tunnel there were hooks to hang clothes on so we all stripped
and walked to the tub.
"Cool," Pete and Jim said together as we came out to the completely
hidden deck holding this huge hot tub, that was bubbling as we walked up to
it.
"I learned how to swim in this big old hot tub when I was little," Nick
said as he climbed into the water. The tub was a good twenty feet across
and four feet deep in the middle. There was a continuous bench-type seat
around the hot tub.
"Shit, you could have some rad sex parties, and playtime, in a tub this
big," Pete said.
"Playing in the bubbling water is super cool," Nick said, "I sit on
Gramps... Oops, I'm not supposed to say that," he said looking at Jim and
Pete.
"That's Ok, Jim let me sit on his toy twice in the last two weeks," Pete
said, "we share a room and well we just get horny at night sometimes and we
can't help it."
"Don't forget we have swim team practice on Tuesday night" I said to
the boys as they climbed back into the hot tub, "we have two new members
coming for their first practice too."
"Who is that" Nick asked,
"You know them both," I said, "Joey and Jimmy Buston from across the
lake. Their dad is one of the new sponsors of the swim team."
"Hot damn that could be a problem," Nick said, "they told us that they
never wear anything swimming, maybe we could all swim naked as a team."
"That would be fun but I don't think any other team would invite us to
their competitions."
"True but practice would Shure be fun," Nick and Pete said at the same
time.
We spent an hour just relaxing, then we all headed to our various
homes. Jim said see you at the club as he and Pete walked to their uncle's
place.
I drove home and came into the pool door where several of the swim team
boys were swimming laps, I saw Joey, Jimmy, and their dad Jacob swimming
laps too. "What is this a late team practice" I called out so most
everyone heard, "it's 8 pm on a Saturday, don't any of you have a life?"
The three Bustons and two others of the team members climbed out of the
pool asking what I was doing there so late. After I introduced the Bustons
to Mike Smith and Paul Clark, both 14, we moved to the steam room and
talked for a short time.
"This is the first time I've seen you boys with swimsuits on," I said
to Joey and Jimmy, "looking good boys." After puzzled looks from Mike and
Paul,
Jacob said, "We own the nudist camp on the other side of the lake."
"Oh, cool," Mike said,
"yeah, cool Paul said you know I only live a mile or so from your
place," looking at Jimmy "what's it like to swim naked? "
"Liberating" Jimmy said, "you should come over someday and try it."
Just about that moment the lights in the pool area turned off then on
several times telling everyone, the club was closing soon.
"Well, we had better go get changed, Paul has been staying at my place
on Saturday nights because I just live up the street," Mike said, "so see
you in the morning."
Everyone headed to the showers as I said "Well, got to get to work."
"Like, where do you work this late" Paul asked.
"Right here, I keep the club and pool maintained."
"Like you're the janitor for the club?"
"Maintenance man," I said, yah "OK the Janitor."
"Paul leaned in real close asking do you ever let anyone in after hours,
like to swim."
"I swim 20 or more laps after I finish usually by 12:30 to 1 am or so,"
"No one has ever asked that," "other than the evening manager Jim who you
have seen at practice a couple of times."
"Oh, that buff 20-something guy we've seen you talking to."
"Yes, that probably was Jim," "he's Pete's guardian and lives on the
lake."
"Geese, I'd like to swim with Pete naked," Paul whispered to me.
"Really and what else would you like to do?" "Never mind I can see what
you're thinking" as his Lykra Speedo strained to contain his rampant teen
hard-on. Paul realized what had transpired and he turned a nice shade of
red as he raced to the showers, trying in vain to cover himself. I let the
Bustons out then Mike and Paul walked up to the door.
Paul tuning a nice shade of pink as I said "12:30 at the back pool
door."
With a startled grin, he said "OK we'll try," as he and Paul headed
home.
Jim came in just after 11 with Pete in tow as I was starting to clean
the gym area. We finished cleaning the entire club and pool by 12:20. I
had just turned off the pool lights and as we were about to start our laps,
there was a quiet knock on the back door of the pool area, I asked Pete who
was still dressed, kind of and still out of the pool, to open the door for
Paul so he said: "Paul who?"
"Probably Paul and Mike from the swim team,"
"Oh," he said, "cool "as he jerked the door opened the door.
"A loud shit, was heard then sorry, sorry" then a long "cool" as Paul
and Mike came into the pool area.
"Bring them over Pete and show them where to put their stuff." Paul
dropped his clothes in an instant while Mike just stood there looking at
all of the naked males then he said "Wow" as he dropped his clothes too.
All the boys were doing laps by the time Jim and I started our laps,
him saying "are you sure this is wise,"
"I don't know, let's ask the manager," I said. "Ok with him" Jim said.
Some of the boys were bobbing up and down in the shallow end of the
pool as Jim and I swam up, Mike was sucking Paul and Pete was watching,
suck mine Paul asked Pete, please Pete, please.
Jim shrugged his shoulders saying he and I were going to the steam room.
As we left the water Paul was making all kinds of pleasure noises. When
the boys came into the steam room Jim had his man toy firmly planted in my
ass pounding away. Each boy instantly became hard again as they tried not
to watch but they were all drooling.
"Oh shit, please fuck me," Mike said to Paul,
"But, wait, all these years I've known you; you always said you would
never let me or anyone do that," Paul said.
"Just do it before I get scared again and say no."
Pete got in front of Mike and took his boy toy into his mouth while Paul
carefully filled Mike's boy pussy with his slim 5" cut dick. By the time
Pete had sucked Mike dry Paul filled his ass with his cumm and Mike was
almost in a trance.
"Oh my god, my 30-something uncle's been trying to get me to let him
play with me in my room when the rents have him watch my little brother and
sister when they go on one of their trips since I was 12," "he even asked
me last week if I ever played around with other boys," I asked him "played
what," he just said "boy games," "now I know why, this is so cool and we
don't have to worry about getting anyone prego."
"It's almost 2 am," I said "I think we all need to shower and head
home." "Remember boys, we have a special swim practice at 0630 this
morning, so try and get some sleep, and I assume we all know not to say
anything to anyone about this."
By 0220 all was quiet Mike and Paul made it the two blocks to Mike's
place and back into his room through his window without anyone seeing them.
Jim and Pete stayed at my place, Pete saying "Why don't you just move in
with Pat? You're here all the time anyway." Jim said, "Not a bad idea what
do you think Patrick."
"Cool with me," I said, "sleep, I need sleep."
0630 came way too early, and most of the swim team was there as I opened
the back door to the pool to let them all in. The head coaches gave Mike
and Paul extra laps to swim because they were 20 minutes late. After
practice, Jim took Pete home to his uncles and I went back to bed for a
couple of hours, only to be woken up by Nick calling me to remind me we
were going sailing later that day. I got up at 1 pm and was at Nick's
place by 2, sailing by 3.
Gramps was sitting on the back deck sipping coffee wearing a tight
Speedo, and nothing else. When we made it to the far side of the lake the
Bustons were on the water with both of their sailboats rigged with Jimmy
sailing the 16-footer by himself, Joey and his dad Jacob sailing the
18-footer.
We saw two people on the beach waving to us so Jimmy went ashore and
picked up Paul of all people, after talking with his dad. Joey and Jacob
had asked Paul's dad if he could go sailing with him so he dropped him off
for the afternoon asking if he could stay the night because he and his
mother were visiting friends out of town for the rest of Sunday and most of
Monday.
Paul and Jimmy sailed up to us, both of them naked as the day they were
born. "Seeing you like that is getting to be a habit" I called to Paul.
"Yeah, and I love it he called back, you know I only live a mile or so
down the road he said as they tacked off to catch the better wind.
I'd say he'll be a regular out here this summer. Little did I know that
Paul would be their first part-time employee taking care of the sailboats,
plus the rest of the beach equipment, for the "Skinny Dipper Cove Naturist
Resort." The boys stayed on the boats while Jacob and I went ashore to
have a bear and Jacob asked me to fuck his ass this time. After I finished
and we cleaned up we started talking about the lake and his new business
Jacob mentioned that his boys were having a lot of fun on the swim team and
had asked him if they could ask the whole team to come out to their place
one weekend.
I mentioned that not everyone on the lake thought that boys from 10 to
16 should be spending the weekend camping naked at a resort was a proper
thing to do.
Oh, it's never a rule, one can partake in being naked but they don't
have to. "Let's let your boys invite a couple of the team members at a
time, as friends, instead of the entire club all at once.
"Yes, I see your point we have to get established before we are accepted
by some of the other locals.
"You know there will always be some who will never accept our resort,"
Jacob said but we have a charter from the local council so we will play
that by ear. "We have to convince as many families as we can to enjoy the
natural lifestyle, we all enjoy."
We made it back to Nick's place by 7 pm, after helping to put the
catboat away I headed to my apartment. I got a couple of hours of sleep
before I had to get to work. Jim was right on time sporting his black
backless Swimsuit/Unders. "Nice fit" I said as he turned around showing me
the backless suit.
"Cool," I said, "does that mean you decided that you're gay now not just
Buy?"
"Well, time will tell but something one of the kids said the other
night made sense to me, as long as I have gay sex there is no possibility
of me getting anyone pregnant," the kid said. "I just can't see me with a
kid and a wife."
"Just be careful of those nasty bugs some people carry," I said.
Well, I figure as long as we just fuck each other and no one else we
will both be safe.
"Sounds good to me," I said, "let's get to work cleaning this place."
"By the way Patrick any chance I can move in with you?"
Sure, why not I said we have a king-size bed and move it to the store
room behind the living room wall, which has a full bathroom already
attached. All we have to do is finish the molding, hang a door into the
opening we found leading to the store room do a little painting, and then
make the current bedroom/front room into just a front room.
"I have a feeling we may have to keep the fold-down Murphy bed in the
front room for visitors," Jim said." "I folded it up the other day and it
looks just like a big old cupboard put away."
"Good idea," I said. Once we finished the cleaning and spent some time
in the steam room Jim and I went into my/our apartment to look around and
do some planning about what else we were going to do to the place.
In the next couple of months, Gram and Gramps spent quite a bit of
time at our apartment helping to remodel and add curtains, which Gram
insisted we needed, putting down hardwood flooring and fixing everything
that needed looking after. Of course, Nick and Pete were out of school for
the summer so they spent a lot of their time sailing on the lake, Gramps
finally let Nick and Pete use the 16' cat by themselves. Three days a week
there was swim team practice, and we had our first meet at one of the local
high schools, where we took third overall which is phenomenal for a team
less than a year old. Nick and Pete spent most weekends at our place at
the club fucking each other silly. Jim started acting as the late
afternoon and evening manager so having our apartment was great, we had
intercoms wired from the front and pool doors that would ring in the office
and our apartment so we never missed a call. Everything was going well
till one night we got a call from the fire department that they had just
airlifted Jim's Uncle and owner of the club to the local hospital.
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BoatsonBill here;
In late March 2024, I will be away from my short stories, for several
months, up to 6, working on two priority projects, that my editor wants me
to complete. I promise that I will continue with Brother Nick in the
coming months. Thanks to all our readers, for the comments, good or bad,
you have sent me... (look for "Sean's Summer Find" coming later this year)
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Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time, It was Thursday when Nick joined me again swimming laps. After two Lapps he stopped me at the deep end saying it's so much easier to swim in this suit, and I love how it feels he said, as he rubbed his boy toy a couple of times. You will have to lay out in the sun to get rid of that board short tan line I told him. You're right I'll start wearing them every day all day outside, now that it's summer. Use a coverup when you are inside like your purple nylon shorts, so your gram won't get tired of seeing your boy toy bulge all the time. My what? He asked. Look at yourself in the mirror tonight and you will see what I mean. Oh, you mean the outline of my thing, when it's wet, he said. Partly but the more you wear that tiny speedo your toy will get stiff like it's getting right now and, on the sailboat, remember. Oh yeah, your right, a cover-up in the house, is a good idea. We have 26 more laps to do so let's get to it. Brother Nick, Chapter 5 That night Jim and I were going to do a major cleaning of the pool, so I asked Jim to wash and dry the towels while I started in the front office and then to the workout room to clean and sanitize each machine. Jim finished the laundry; he came out looking for me as I was headed to the pool area complaining that someone with an out-of-state phone number had called him several times and he was going to just ignore his new cell phone. "Cool," I said, "jump in and grab a scrub brush, you can start on the shallow end." We were using the special hose suction, scrub brushes I made; they were attached to the pool water circulation system so as we scrubbed the dirt and water were sucked into the filtration system and cleaned as we worked. I explained to Jim that the pool company in town had shown me how to make these scrub brushes and they worked so well that the company was thinking about getting a patent on them. Jim's phone started ringing again then stopped then rang again, then again and again. "Dude some one wants to talk to you, at least answer once." "Ok, Ok, hi this is Jim," he said then, "slow down, what the hell, where are you Pete, here in town at the bus station, Oh shit I'll be right there just hang tight." "Pat that was my young cousin from California he is sitting at the bus station right now," "he said his rents tossed him out on the street and he didn't know where else to go." "He sounds super upset, what the hell?" "He's family," I said, "go get him and bring him back here, in my RV. there are sweats and a jacket on the Sofa, don't forget your wallet, go, go, go." Out he went "I'll open the back door for you when you get back, and Jim drive the speed limit," I shouted to him as he climbed into his car. Jim waved as he headed out of the parking lot. 46 minutes later I saw a headlight in the back parking lot so I got out of the pool pulled on my yellow suit and headed to the door. I timed my opening of the door when I felt Jim starting to turn the door knob, I jerked the door open saying "Yes, may I help you." All I heard was a high-pitched shit, "Then what the fuck dude." "Alright, alright, sorry just come in, you two." "Damn, Pat, you scared the hell out of me," Jim said. Then he turned and spoke. "This is my cousin Pete as a startled tear-stained face came into the light of the pool room." Pete took one look at me, seeing that I was all wet and wearing only a tight yellow swimsuit. He stood there with his mouth kind of open, trying to comprehend what he was looking at. Pete looked at his cousin asking "Who the hell is he, some kind of nut." "No that's Patrick he works here with me." "You work here," He asked Jim. "Yes, I'll be the manager of this club, my uncle Burnie owns it." "Hay come on in Pete, I won't bite. You Ok I asked?" "Why, are you some kind of shrink" Pete said in one of those young teen voices trying to sound tuff. "No hopefully Just a friend who can help out a fellow human." "Well, I don't need your help, or anyone's help so just leave me the hell alone" he almost shouted at me. Once the door was closed, Jim tried to calm Pete down then I saw the puffy cheek where someone had hit the boy a couple of days ago and noticed the way he was looking at me almost ready to run. Jim started to say something, but I put up one finger saying "You came out of the closet to your parents, didn't you?" A shocked look on both Jim and Pete told me it was true. "I had the same thing happen to me when I told my parents I was gay," I said to Pete who was so close to crying again. I placed my hand on his shoulder saying "It's OK you're with friends now, we won't let anyone hurt you again if we can help it." Pete finally found his voice asking, "How, how did you know, I haven't even told Uncle Jim." "I've been there myself," I said," only I was 17 when my parents told me to get out of their house." "I took a chance on a guess and was right." Pete visibly relaxed right in front of us, and then Jim said "Whoa what smells, when was the last time you took a shower young man?" Pete looked at us both saying "I been on the bus for three days, I guess I do kind of stink." "Showers, Jim show him where the showers are, there is soap in the store room, and shampoo too." "Do you have anything clean to wear?" I asked. "Not really," he said kicking his small backpack. "Jim, you take care of Pete while I finish the pool, I have maybe half an hour left to do, then we can get this young man something to eat," I said. "Oh yes, please, I ran out of money yesterday and haven't eaten anything yet today." "Just go get clean we will take care of food later," I said. Jim came out from the shower saying I put all his clothes in the wash and gave him one of the Speedo suits to wear while his clothes were washed and dried. "Cool," I said, "I'm almost done out here, he might want to hit the steam room if he's cold." "I'd rather swim some lap's" Pete said as he walked out to the pool area wearing a small white and black horizontal-striped suit. "Swimming always helps me calm down." "I'm finished cleaning the pool so go for it," I said, "and you look good in that suit, young sir." He almost blushed as he expertly dove into the pool showing a masterfully powerful stroke. After three Lapps he slowed down to a nice, more relaxed pace. "The boy has some talent," I told Jim as we watched him swim. Pete climbed out of the pool, so I headed him into the steam room, he would stay warm while his clothes finished drying. Jim called him into the shower area again to dress and Pete asked if he could keep the suit to use later, we said "Sure" at the same time, and he kind of giggled at the two of us. "Feeling better" I asked. "Yes sir, I'm sorry about shouting at you earlier." "Don't worry about it," I said "Let's all go out to my RV. and get some food." "Your what," Pete asked, "and I'm confused Uncle Jim, I thought you were the boss here, since I walked in the door it seems like Patrick has been in charge." "Where are we going now," Pete asked. "You'll see," Jim said, "that motor home, it's Patrick's, and as far as who is the boss, that depends on the situation." "Just look at tonight when you called, Patrick took charge reminding me to get dressed even loaned me some clothes then reminded me to take my wallet and to drive safe, all without even thinking about it." "That's because this minor emergency was personal to me so I might have, no would have charged out into the world, with one thing on my mind, that's to go rescue you," "Patrick brought me back down to earth so to speak, so everything got done safely with no fuss." "That's what real leadership is and how it should work." "Now let's get you something to eat young man." "We will discuss leadership and stuff later." "You live here," Pete said, as he climbed the two stairs into my motorhome, "Cool," he said. "Grilled cheese and tomato soup," I said. "Sorry, I let the chef go home early today." "Sounds good to me," Pete said, "you really are some kind of nut, I think I like you." "Jim there is a block of cheese in the fridge cut me enough for, four sandwiches and I'll open two cans of soup." As I was grilling the sandwiched, I said, "Sorry guys I got to get out of these wet things," "Pete reach up there on the front bunk and grab me a pair of those nylon shorts, the blue ones, that's them" I said as I dropped my wet shorts and suit on the floor. Pete handed the blue shorts to me with a big grin on his face. "Sorry guys my place, nowhere to change but right here in the middle of everything." Pete was staring at my nakedness almost drooling, so I stood there naked while I finished the sandwiches before I put anything on. Pete had two helpings of soup and two sandwiches then climbed up to the front king-size bunk, saying "I'll get up here out of the way," but he was sound asleep in minutes. Jim and I heard him softly snoring before we knew he was out cold. "Let him stay up there, "I said. "Good idea but I have to head to my uncles to let him know what his sister did to her kid." "Help me undress him so he's more comfortable," Jim said, so we stripped all of his clothes of him, he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt, no underclothes, then covered him with a light blanket. I'll be back for him later Jim said. "You can both stay the night; he should have a familiar face here when he wakes up." "Good Idea I'll let Uncle Burnie know what's going on." "Hay Jim, I'll be out of here by 7:30 to head to the plant so you two can sleep as long as he needs to." "Thanks, Pat, for everything." I made up the back-room bunk figuring Jim would stay with Pete in the front bunk then I hit the sac. When I got up Jim and Pete were asleep up front so I made a pot of coffee, which woke Jim up so we sat quietly and drank some. I said "I have to scoot at about 7:15." Jim said, "Not until I give his horny man toy some love." As I pulled away from Jim's man toy having given him a nice blow job, I saw Pete watching with a sly smile on his face, I winked at him as I left, locking the door to the RV. Jim told me that his uncle had talked to this sister about Pete and they wanted nothing to do with him, but they would sign custody over to Uncle Burnie, or me who ever would take responsibility for him, as long as they never had to see him again, so Pete would have a home, Pete would move into Uncle Burnie's basement with Jim. Jim would have to go to court in California over the next weekend or so, to sign all the legal papers to become Pete's guardian. "Poor kid," I said to Jim as he left for So Cal. that next Friday. "Who Pete or me" Jim said. "Good question" I replied, "we'll see." On Wednesday at the silk-screening plant Jane asked me if I could watch Nickie for the weekend because she and Gramps hadn't gone to visit some of their friends in the nearby town for almost a year, I said sure we plan on sailing on Saturday, and probably Sunday too. She apologized several times saying that she and Gramps had been putting their friends off for a while and they just got an invitation to dinner on the company yacht. I told her it was no problem and I was honored to be trusted with their Nickie. That night after work Nick swam laps with me again, saying that the weekend was going to be nice, so I said we could go sailing again, not that I was going to turn down a chance to go sailing. I enjoyed sailing up and down the lake of my youth. When Gram and Gramps came to pick up Nick, they asked me if Nick could stay with me on Thursday night then they could get ready for their trip without worrying about him, and get an early start Friday morning. I said that was a great Idea and not to bother packing him a bag for Thursday night, you could drop him off at the club to swim laps, and then he could use one of my sleeping bags in the back bedroom and wear one of my t-shirts as a night shirt if he wants. "We will be heading to your place early in the morning to go sailing an extra day anyway seeing as the plant is closed on Friday during the summer now. " "Well, Nickie never wears anything to bed recently so that's not a problem with the nightshirt, it may be a problem for you," Gram said. "I can't see a problem," I said, "we both have the same plumbing..." "That's cute," Gram said, "I love your attitude, Patrick, I know you will take good care of Nickie." "I have to tell you Gramps and I argued about leaving Nicky here with you," "Gramps is right, as usual, you are a special person." "He says that you are a good adult role model for our Nickie, and can teach him things we never could." "I have to tell you something about Nickie, we think he is gay, no he is gay and he likes you more than he has liked anyone before. I don't know where all this will end up..." "Jane, I know what you're saying, I consider him my little brother and will never let him get hurt if I can help it." "Nick is getting older and he has to start making decisions, correct decisions for himself." "Now I hope this doesn't freak you out but..." "I know you're gay Patrick," "Gramps convinced me of that fact after we talked about how responsible you are, that's partly why I trust you so much with Nickie; he's going to be 14 soon so you are right he needs to make some of his own decisions about his life." "It's hard for a parent to lose control of their child's every action, at his age we can't control his sexual feelings." "We know you will guide him safely; she said as she kissed my cheek with a tear in her eye. On Thursday Gramps dropped Nick off at the club so we could swim laps, saying "Nick is all excited about sleeping over at your place, just don't let him get carried away." "He said something about hoping you would stretch his ass with something other than a plug, and his new unders got here today, you'll love them, and one more thing, here is a key to the house you can keep." "Thanks for the key but I didn't think he wore any underwear." "Most of the time he doesn't, but he has a special pair today." Gramps reached to me putting his hand on my right shoulder saying "My Nickie is not a virgin, by any standard but go slow, he gets carried away sometimes." I"s that permission to play with your grandson" I asked. "Yes, but be gentile, I know you have been so far," he said as he turned and headed for his car. Nick helped me clean the club that night because Jim was in So Cal. We went into the weight room to teach Nick how to use some of the equipment. We spent over half an hour working out together on some of the machines, both of us getting sweaty. We cleaned the equipment we used and the floor we sweat on then headed into the pool area, turned out the lights, and headed to the steam room. Once the lights were out Nick dropped his shorts and said, "Get an eye full of these," as he turned around, he had on a pair of blue backless underwear that was sexy as hell. "Leaving the door open," I asked him. "I hope so" he replied, "for anyone who wants to come in." "Don't tempt me" I said as I reached back and rubbed his bare butt. "That's nice," he said as he squirmed a bit. Nick dropped his new unders along with his purple shorts, outside of the steam room entering naked as usual, sitting on the upper seat directly behind me. Three times he kind of gently kicked me in the back and butt just to let me know he was there, I guess. The fourth time he wrapped his legs around my waist leaving his two feet on top of my man toy. I halfway stood up spun around facing him, gripping his legs and turning him onto his back then scooted down till I managed to suck his stiff boy toy into my mouth with him shrieking just a bit being surprised by my sudden move. I sucked him off receiving the usual three bursts of cumm plus a couple of dribbles, as he purred like a kitten. I then picked him bodily up carrying him to the pool and tossing him in the deep end. I picked up our shorts and his unders and headed out the door. He managed to catch up just as I was opening the door to my RV. "Hay, you left me in there naked," "I did close the door and lock it he said. Walking into my RV, I told Nick; he could use the back room to sleep in, as he pulled his new unders on, he asked if he could sleep in my bed up front cause he might get scared sleeping in a strange place by himself. Ok, I said, "but remember I sleep naked." "So..." He said "What else is new," as soon as Nick crawled into my bed, he snuggled up to me, so I placed my open hand behind the bare space on his backside feeling the warmth radiating from his boy butt out the opening of his unders. He said "You can play with mine if you want to," as he reached for my dick and cupped my nut sac gently. I rolled over onto my back as he worked my man toy making it stand up to its full height. "Gosh, that's not quite as big as Gramps... Oh shit I keep forgetting, I'm not supposed to tell anybody that," as he grabbed his boy toy and tried to slide off of me. "Where do you think you are going young sir you started this, I pointed to my man toy, now what are you going to do about that?" Nick looked a little shocked asking "Do you have any Lube?" "Over there on the shelf," I pointed to the head of the bed, "is a tube of edible Ky cream." "I don't understand," he said; "Edible as in you can eat it and it won't hurt you, it's cherry flavored, I think.? "Cool," Nick said as he pulled the cap off and smelled it, then licked the end of the tube. "It goes up your butt, not in your mouth dummy." "Can I ride on your dick again?" Nick asked, as he took a glop of Ky and pushed it up his butt? "Anything you want to do I told him just don't bite it." "Or what," he said giggling. "I just might have to bite yours off, if you bite mine." "You wouldn't," he said sounding a bit uneasy. "No, little buddy, I will never hurt you on purpose, and I won't let anyone else hurt you either." With that, he took about half of my man toy into his mouth making me gasp. After a couple of minutes, he pulled off saying "You can cumm up my ass if you want." "Stand up," I told him as I pulled his blue backless unders down his legs, he stepped out of them and tossed them to the other side of the bed. Then he scooted forward reached back and stretched his ass as far open as he could and sat on my 7.5 inches rock-hard man toy slowly settling till his ass was squishing my nuts. He pulled off halfway then started to bounce up and down fucking himself on my man toy. After a while I had him turn around and lay on my chest so I could finish him off thrusting into him as he lay there. He moaned and grunted saying "Gramps never did it this way but I like it." How long have you been letting people do this to you I asked. "Only Gramps has fucked me for almost a year now mostly on Saturday night when Gram is playing cards with her girlfriends," he said "Damn, you do it good and oh shit that's so fine." "Here comes the cream," I told him, as I shot five full loads, then three smaller ones up his ass. "Oh my gosh Gramps never did that before he always pulled out and cummed all over my face, then he would lick me clean," Nick said. As I started to pull out, he said "No please just let it shrink, it feels so good up there." Once my man toy had shriveled up it slid out of him followed by a gush of cumm which I caught using the towel I had ready. "Into the shower Nick," I said, "so we can clean you up." "See I got one of those ass cleaners like you have at your house." "Cool, now I can fuck my ass even here." "We'll see," I told him "Now let's take a regular shower then dry off and go back to bed." After we were back in bed, I put a towel under him in case he leaked any more. "Oh, I'm leaking he said, should I get up?" "How much" I asked. "Just a little," he said, "Cool let me take care of that "as I scooted down to lick up the drops seeping out of his ass. I lapped his butt hole then pushed my tongue up his hole causing him to squirm and giggle at the same time. "This is called rimming," I told him. " That's better than a finger any time," he said "You can do that anytime you want." Early the next morning I had a dream that Jim was sucking my man toy, but not quite to completion, when I woke up it was all wet and Nick was still asleep or pretended to be asleep, he rolled over saying "Please make me cumm again as he placed my hand on his boy toy." "Are you sure I asked?" "please" he said. I slowly rubbed his boy toy once, then sucked his 5+ inches of boy toy in and sucked it till he shot his ample load into my mouth, then he tried to back away and got several small globs on his chest, I licked most of it off till he said let me try it, so I scooped up some of his cumm on my finger holding it out for him to lick off. "Not bad," he said as he cleaned off my finger. "I never tasted any cum before, "he said. As he was coming down from his high, I said "When did you suck my toy." "Oh, just before... Oh shit, I'm sorry he said turning a bright shade of red. "You mean I can suck it if I want to?" "Any time you want to as long as we are alone." "Only if you finish the job next time," I told him. "I'll swallow all of it next time," he said. "Just remember I cum a lot so don't gag yourself." As we lay there Nick asked me "if someday, he could stick his boy toy up my butt, and shoot his cumm in me." "Shure but like the blow job only if we are all alone." "Nick reached for the Ky saying how about right now, with a gleeful look on his face." "Go for it I said as I rolled over on my front." "Wait," I said, "do it this way as I turned over on my back lifting my legs and opening my Spector for him to use." I wasn't expecting much from him but his 5+inch boy toy did a good job, giving me some real pleasure, and the kid was still pumping 20 minutes later then said "Here it comes as he shot several blasts of boy comm up my ass." Back into the shower, he used the anal probe to clean me out then he put it up his ass enjoying the sensation. Jumped on our bikes heading to his place then had the Cat rigged and ready to sail by 10 am but there wasn't much wind, so Nick said: "Sail down the shore to the mouth of the creek, there is always wind blowing at that end of the lake, it comes out of the creek valley opening." "Cool" I said let's go. Partway to the creek Nick quietly asked if I was going to help him put suntan lotion on his white skin again like the last three weekends. "If you ask me nice," I said. "Please, Please, and thank you." he said "I have that surprise up my butt again," he said. Several housed down the shore I noticed a kid sunning on a dock and the closer we got I recognized the white and black suit Pete had taken home from the club. "Any idea who that is," I asked Nick as I pointed to Pete. "No one my age lives down here, that dock belongs to the man who owns the health club you work at" he said. "Uncle Burnie lives just down from you," I asked. "Sure, my Gram and Gramps come over here all the time he said." "Hell, that has to be Pete then," I said pointing at the dock. "No Burnie doesn't have any kids." "That's his almost 15-year-old nephew," I said, "from California, he just moved up here this week." Nick asked? "is he staying long." "Oh, probably till he goes away to college," I said, "he and his uncle Jim live in the basement apartment." "Jim's the day manager at the club." As we sailed closer, I called out to Pete who all of a sudden sat up looking at us coming his way. "It's me Pat from the other night" I called "Can we dock." "Sure, but Jim isn't here, he's in So Cal doing some business" Pete called back. "I know," I called back, "I recognized the suit you are wearing, and my young friend Nick told me that Uncle Burnie owns that dock." We tied up, and the boys were shy towards one another at first. "So, I didn't know anyone my age lived anywhere along here," Nick said. "I live just two houses that way, the white place on the hill," he said. "The one with all the boats," Pete asked. "Yup, this cat is my gram and Gramp's boat we get to use it any time we want." "You want to go sailing, with us," Nick asked. "I don't think I can I'm waiting for Jim to call with some big news." "He's at the courthouse right now," I said. "Yes, and he is supposed to call me as soon as he knows anything. That's why I have the phone out here with me." "So, what's with him being in court, did he get in trouble," Nick asked. "No nothing like that, it's private information and none of your business Nick," I said. "Oh, sorry," he said "I didn't know." Just then the phone rang, and Pete answered. "Really," Pete said, "it's all settled, and they can't bug me anymore." "That's such good news so I'll be living with you forever?" "Oh, yah till I go off to college but that's a long time from now." "OK, hay their Legal Guardian my first request is can I go sailing with Pat and Nick out on the lake?" "Pat, you know the guy who works with you at the club, yeah he's right here." "Pat, Jim wants to talk to you." "Hi Jim, everything OK way down in So. Cal?" "Cool, Nick and I have a 16' cat sailboat to use for the weekend." "Yes, his Gramps boat, and Nick invited Pete along." "OK, OK, I'll tell him, no better yet you tell him." "Here Pete, it's your guardian and he has some instructions for you." "Hi, OK I'll do what Pat says and no I won't be good for him or you..." "OK, OK, thanks and I'll leave Uncle Burnie a note. Goodbye." "All set, I have to wear a lifejacket and be good, Jim says you can beat me if I'm bad, but only if you can catch me." "Oh, and he wants us to leave a note telling Uncle Burnie where I am." "Cool," I said, "go inside and get a shirt and hat, I see a type three PFD ski vest hanging right over there, then leave a note and we are set." "With a big grin, on his face, I heard Nick whisper to Pete, don't be surprised if Pat gets naked sometime today." "Oh, hell I already saw him naked the other night at the club with Jim." "Pete, get the T-shirt and hat, and wright the note, tape it on the kitchen counter. So, Burnie won't miss it." I reminded him again. Off we sailed a little later than as usual, the wind died as expected but we had plenty of time to sail. We made it to just about the same spot as Nick and I made it last weekend when the wind just stopped. Once again, we set the boat up to swim showing Pete about the float and mooing line. Nick peeled his wetsuit off revealing a ½ inch sided bright orange speedo that left no bulges unseen. "Cool suit," Pate said as his boy toy started to grow almost as fast as Nicks. Both boys looked at me starting to turn a bit red. "What," I said, as I pointed to each of their boy toys saying "Not my fault." "Then I dropped my nylon shorts and suit and slid into the cool water." "I told ya, he would get naked," Nick said to Pete. "Let's join him then," Pete said as he pulled his suit off and then dove off the boat. "What the hell" Nick said aloud as he dove in naked too. Pete and Nick ended up on either side of the port hull facing each other, then with a sly grin Pete submerged and Nick had a shocked look on his face for a second. I swam down to take a look myself and Pete was sucking Nick's boy toy, while his breath lasted. "Pete came up saying your turn, Nick." "I never did this underwater," Nick told him. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 19:47:22 -0700
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Subject: Brother Nick Chapter 5
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Last Time, It was Thursday when Nick joined me again swimming laps. After
two Lapps he stopped me at the deep end saying it's so much easier to swim
in this suit, and I love how it feels he said, as he rubbed his boy toy a
couple of times. You will have to lay out in the sun to get rid of that
board short tan line I told him. You're right I'll start wearing them
every day all day outside, now that it's summer. Use a coverup when you
are inside like your purple nylon shorts, so your gram won't get tired of
seeing your boy toy bulge all the time. My what? He asked. Look at
yourself in the mirror tonight and you will see what I mean. Oh, you mean
the outline of my thing, when it's wet, he said. Partly but the more you
wear that tiny speedo your toy will get stiff like it's getting right now
and, on the sailboat, remember. Oh yeah, your right, a cover-up in the
house, is a good idea. We have 26 more laps to do so let's get to it.
Brother Nick, Chapter 5
That night Jim and I were going to do a major cleaning of the pool, so I
asked Jim to wash and dry the towels while I started in the front office
and then to the workout room to clean and sanitize each machine. Jim
finished the laundry; he came out looking for me as I was headed to the
pool area complaining that someone with an out-of-state phone number had
called him several times and he was going to just ignore his new cell
phone.
"Cool," I said, "jump in and grab a scrub brush, you can start on the
shallow end." We were using the special hose suction, scrub brushes I
made; they were attached to the pool water circulation system so as we
scrubbed the dirt and water were sucked into the filtration system and
cleaned as we worked. I explained to Jim that the pool company in town had
shown me how to make these scrub brushes and they worked so well that the
company was thinking about getting a patent on them.
Jim's phone started ringing again then stopped then rang again, then
again and again.
"Dude some one wants to talk to you, at least answer once."
"Ok, Ok, hi this is Jim," he said then, "slow down, what the hell,
where are you Pete, here in town at the bus station, Oh shit I'll be right
there just hang tight."
"Pat that was my young cousin from California he is sitting at the bus
station right now," "he said his rents tossed him out on the street and he
didn't know where else to go." "He sounds super upset, what the hell?"
"He's family," I said, "go get him and bring him back here, in my
RV. there are sweats and a jacket on the Sofa, don't forget your wallet,
go, go, go." Out he went "I'll open the back door for you when you get
back, and Jim drive the speed limit," I shouted to him as he climbed into
his car.
Jim waved as he headed out of the parking lot. 46 minutes later I saw
a headlight in the back parking lot so I got out of the pool pulled on my
yellow suit and headed to the door. I timed my opening of the door when I
felt Jim starting to turn the door knob, I jerked the door open saying
"Yes, may I help you."
All I heard was a high-pitched shit, "Then what the fuck dude."
"Alright, alright, sorry just come in, you two." "Damn, Pat, you scared
the hell out of me," Jim said. Then he turned and spoke. "This is my
cousin Pete as a startled tear-stained face came into the light of the pool
room."
Pete took one look at me, seeing that I was all wet and wearing only a
tight yellow swimsuit. He stood there with his mouth kind of open, trying
to comprehend what he was looking at. Pete looked at his cousin asking
"Who the hell is he, some kind of nut."
"No that's Patrick he works here with me."
"You work here," He asked Jim.
"Yes, I'll be the manager of this club, my uncle Burnie owns it."
"Hay come on in Pete, I won't bite. You Ok I asked?"
"Why, are you some kind of shrink" Pete said in one of those young teen
voices trying to sound tuff.
"No hopefully Just a friend who can help out a fellow human."
"Well, I don't need your help, or anyone's help so just leave me the
hell alone" he almost shouted at me. Once the door was closed, Jim tried
to calm Pete down then I saw the puffy cheek where someone had hit the boy
a couple of days ago and noticed the way he was looking at me almost ready
to run.
Jim started to say something, but I put up one finger saying "You came
out of the closet to your parents, didn't you?"
A shocked look on both Jim and Pete told me it was true. "I had the
same thing happen to me when I told my parents I was gay," I said to Pete
who was so close to crying again. I placed my hand on his shoulder saying
"It's OK you're with friends now, we won't let anyone hurt you again if we
can help it."
Pete finally found his voice asking, "How, how did you know, I haven't
even told Uncle Jim."
"I've been there myself," I said," only I was 17 when my parents told me
to get out of their house." "I took a chance on a guess and was right."
Pete visibly relaxed right in front of us, and then Jim said "Whoa what
smells, when was the last time you took a shower young man?"
Pete looked at us both saying "I been on the bus for three days, I
guess I do kind of stink."
"Showers, Jim show him where the showers are, there is soap in the
store room, and shampoo too."
"Do you have anything clean to wear?" I asked.
"Not really," he said kicking his small backpack.
"Jim, you take care of Pete while I finish the pool, I have maybe half
an hour left to do, then we can get this young man something to eat," I
said.
"Oh yes, please, I ran out of money yesterday and haven't eaten
anything yet today."
"Just go get clean we will take care of food later," I said. Jim came
out from the shower saying I put all his clothes in the wash and gave him
one of the Speedo suits to wear while his clothes were washed and dried.
"Cool," I said, "I'm almost done out here, he might want to hit the
steam room if he's cold."
"I'd rather swim some lap's" Pete said as he walked out to the pool
area wearing a small white and black horizontal-striped suit. "Swimming
always helps me calm down."
"I'm finished cleaning the pool so go for it," I said, "and you look
good in that suit, young sir." He almost blushed as he expertly dove into
the pool showing a masterfully powerful stroke. After three Lapps he
slowed down to a nice, more relaxed pace.
"The boy has some talent," I told Jim as we watched him swim. Pete
climbed out of the pool, so I headed him into the steam room, he would stay
warm while his clothes finished drying. Jim called him into the shower
area again to dress and Pete asked if he could keep the suit to use later,
we said "Sure" at the same time, and he kind of giggled at the two of us.
"Feeling better" I asked.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry about shouting at you earlier."
"Don't worry about it," I said "Let's all go out to my RV. and get some
food."
"Your what," Pete asked, "and I'm confused Uncle Jim, I thought you
were the boss here, since I walked in the door it seems like Patrick has
been in charge." "Where are we going now," Pete asked.
"You'll see," Jim said, "that motor home, it's Patrick's, and as far as
who is the boss, that depends on the situation." "Just look at tonight
when you called, Patrick took charge reminding me to get dressed even
loaned me some clothes then reminded me to take my wallet and to drive
safe, all without even thinking about it." "That's because this minor
emergency was personal to me so I might have, no would have charged out
into the world, with one thing on my mind, that's to go rescue you,"
"Patrick brought me back down to earth so to speak, so everything got done
safely with no fuss." "That's what real leadership is and how it should
work." "Now let's get you something to eat young man." "We will discuss
leadership and stuff later."
"You live here," Pete said, as he climbed the two stairs into my
motorhome, "Cool," he said.
"Grilled cheese and tomato soup," I said. "Sorry, I let the chef go
home early today."
"Sounds good to me," Pete said, "you really are some kind of nut, I
think I like you."
"Jim there is a block of cheese in the fridge cut me enough for, four
sandwiches and I'll open two cans of soup." As I was grilling the
sandwiched, I said, "Sorry guys I got to get out of these wet things,"
"Pete reach up there on the front bunk and grab me a pair of those nylon
shorts, the blue ones, that's them" I said as I dropped my wet shorts and
suit on the floor. Pete handed the blue shorts to me with a big grin on
his face. "Sorry guys my place, nowhere to change but right here in the
middle of everything." Pete was staring at my nakedness almost drooling,
so I stood there naked while I finished the sandwiches before I put
anything on.
Pete had two helpings of soup and two sandwiches then climbed up to the
front king-size bunk, saying "I'll get up here out of the way," but he was
sound asleep in minutes. Jim and I heard him softly snoring before we knew
he was out cold.
"Let him stay up there, "I said.
"Good idea but I have to head to my uncles to let him know what his
sister did to her kid." "Help me undress him so he's more comfortable,"
Jim said, so we stripped all of his clothes of him, he was only wearing
shorts and a t-shirt, no underclothes, then covered him with a light
blanket. I'll be back for him later Jim said.
"You can both stay the night; he should have a familiar face here when
he wakes up." "Good Idea I'll let Uncle Burnie know what's going on."
"Hay Jim, I'll be out of here by 7:30 to head to the plant so you two
can sleep as long as he needs to."
"Thanks, Pat, for everything." I made up the back-room bunk figuring
Jim would stay with Pete in the front bunk then I hit the sac. When I got
up Jim and Pete were asleep up front so I made a pot of coffee, which woke
Jim up so we sat quietly and drank some. I said "I have to scoot at about
7:15." Jim said, "Not until I give his horny man toy some love."
As I pulled away from Jim's man toy having given him a nice blow job, I
saw Pete watching with a sly smile on his face, I winked at him as I left,
locking the door to the RV.
Jim told me that his uncle had talked to this sister about Pete and
they wanted nothing to do with him, but they would sign custody over to
Uncle Burnie, or me who ever would take responsibility for him, as long as
they never had to see him again, so Pete would have a home, Pete would move
into Uncle Burnie's basement with Jim. Jim would have to go to court in
California over the next weekend or so, to sign all the legal papers to
become Pete's guardian.
"Poor kid," I said to Jim as he left for So Cal. that next Friday.
"Who Pete or me" Jim said.
"Good question" I replied, "we'll see."
On Wednesday at the silk-screening plant Jane asked me if I could watch
Nickie for the weekend because she and Gramps hadn't gone to visit some of
their friends in the nearby town for almost a year, I said sure we plan on
sailing on Saturday, and probably Sunday too. She apologized several times
saying that she and Gramps had been putting their friends off for a while
and they just got an invitation to dinner on the company yacht.
I told her it was no problem and I was honored to be trusted with their
Nickie.
That night after work Nick swam laps with me again, saying that the
weekend was going to be nice, so I said we could go sailing again, not that
I was going to turn down a chance to go sailing. I enjoyed sailing up and
down the lake of my youth. When Gram and Gramps came to pick up Nick, they
asked me if Nick could stay with me on Thursday night then they could get
ready for their trip without worrying about him, and get an early start
Friday morning. I said that was a great Idea and not to bother packing him
a bag for Thursday night, you could drop him off at the club to swim laps,
and then he could use one of my sleeping bags in the back bedroom and wear
one of my t-shirts as a night shirt if he wants. "We will be heading to
your place early in the morning to go sailing an extra day anyway seeing as
the plant is closed on Friday during the summer now. "
"Well, Nickie never wears anything to bed recently so that's not a
problem with the nightshirt, it may be a problem for you," Gram said.
"I can't see a problem," I said, "we both have the same plumbing..."
"That's cute," Gram said, "I love your attitude, Patrick, I know you will
take good care of Nickie." "I have to tell you Gramps and I argued about
leaving Nicky here with you," "Gramps is right, as usual, you are a special
person." "He says that you are a good adult role model for our Nickie, and
can teach him things we never could." "I have to tell you something about
Nickie, we think he is gay, no he is gay and he likes you more than he has
liked anyone before. I don't know where all this will end up..."
"Jane, I know what you're saying, I consider him my little brother and
will never let him get hurt if I can help it." "Nick is getting older and
he has to start making decisions, correct decisions for himself." "Now I
hope this doesn't freak you out but..."
"I know you're gay Patrick," "Gramps convinced me of that fact after we
talked about how responsible you are, that's partly why I trust you so much
with Nickie; he's going to be 14 soon so you are right he needs to make
some of his own decisions about his life." "It's hard for a parent to lose
control of their child's every action, at his age we can't control his
sexual feelings." "We know you will guide him safely; she said as she
kissed my cheek with a tear in her eye.
On Thursday Gramps dropped Nick off at the club so we could swim laps,
saying "Nick is all excited about sleeping over at your place, just don't
let him get carried away." "He said something about hoping you would
stretch his ass with something other than a plug, and his new unders got
here today, you'll love them, and one more thing, here is a key to the
house you can keep."
"Thanks for the key but I didn't think he wore any underwear." "Most
of the time he doesn't, but he has a special pair today." Gramps reached
to me putting his hand on my right shoulder saying "My Nickie is not a
virgin, by any standard but go slow, he gets carried away sometimes."
I"s that permission to play with your grandson" I asked.
"Yes, but be gentile, I know you have been so far," he said as he
turned and headed for his car.
Nick helped me clean the club that night because Jim was in So Cal.
We went into the weight room to teach Nick how to use some of the
equipment. We spent over half an hour working out together on some of the
machines, both of us getting sweaty. We cleaned the equipment we used and
the floor we sweat on then headed into the pool area, turned out the
lights, and headed to the steam room. Once the lights were out Nick
dropped his shorts and said, "Get an eye full of these," as he turned
around, he had on a pair of blue backless underwear that was sexy as hell.
"Leaving the door open," I asked him.
"I hope so" he replied, "for anyone who wants to come in."
"Don't tempt me" I said as I reached back and rubbed his bare butt.
"That's nice," he said as he squirmed a bit. Nick dropped his new
unders along with his purple shorts, outside of the steam room entering
naked as usual, sitting on the upper seat directly behind me. Three times
he kind of gently kicked me in the back and butt just to let me know he was
there, I guess. The fourth time he wrapped his legs around my waist
leaving his two feet on top of my man toy.
I halfway stood up spun around facing him, gripping his legs and
turning him onto his back then scooted down till I managed to suck his
stiff boy toy into my mouth with him shrieking just a bit being surprised
by my sudden move. I sucked him off receiving the usual three bursts of
cumm plus a couple of dribbles, as he purred like a kitten. I then picked
him bodily up carrying him to the pool and tossing him in the deep end. I
picked up our shorts and his unders and headed out the door. He managed to
catch up just as I was opening the door to my RV. "Hay, you left me in
there naked," "I did close the door and lock it he said.
Walking into my RV, I told Nick; he could use the back room to sleep
in, as he pulled his new unders on, he asked if he could sleep in my bed up
front cause he might get scared sleeping in a strange place by himself.
Ok, I said, "but remember I sleep naked."
"So..." He said "What else is new," as soon as Nick crawled into my
bed, he snuggled up to me, so I placed my open hand behind the bare space
on his backside feeling the warmth radiating from his boy butt out the
opening of his unders.
He said "You can play with mine if you want to," as he reached for my
dick and cupped my nut sac gently. I rolled over onto my back as he worked
my man toy making it stand up to its full height. "Gosh, that's not quite
as big as Gramps... Oh shit I keep forgetting, I'm not supposed to tell
anybody that," as he grabbed his boy toy and tried to slide off of me.
"Where do you think you are going young sir you started this, I
pointed to my man toy, now what are you going to do about that?"
Nick looked a little shocked asking "Do you have any Lube?"
"Over there on the shelf," I pointed to the head of the bed, "is a tube
of edible Ky cream."
"I don't understand," he said;
"Edible as in you can eat it and it won't hurt you, it's cherry
flavored, I think.?
"Cool," Nick said as he pulled the cap off and smelled it, then licked
the end of the tube.
"It goes up your butt, not in your mouth dummy."
"Can I ride on your dick again?" Nick asked, as he took a glop of Ky
and pushed it up his butt?
"Anything you want to do I told him just don't bite it."
"Or what," he said giggling.
"I just might have to bite yours off, if you bite mine."
"You wouldn't," he said sounding a bit uneasy.
"No, little buddy, I will never hurt you on purpose, and I won't let
anyone else hurt you either." With that, he took about half of my man toy
into his mouth making me gasp. After a couple of minutes, he pulled off
saying "You can cumm up my ass if you want."
"Stand up," I told him as I pulled his blue backless unders down his
legs, he stepped out of them and tossed them to the other side of the bed.
Then he scooted forward reached back and stretched his ass as far open as
he could and sat on my 7.5 inches rock-hard man toy slowly settling till
his ass was squishing my nuts. He pulled off halfway then started to
bounce up and down fucking himself on my man toy. After a while I had him
turn around and lay on my chest so I could finish him off thrusting into
him as he lay there.
He moaned and grunted saying "Gramps never did it this way but I like
it." How long have you been letting people do this to you I asked. "Only
Gramps has fucked me for almost a year now mostly on Saturday night when
Gram is playing cards with her girlfriends," he said "Damn, you do it good
and oh shit that's so fine."
"Here comes the cream," I told him, as I shot five full loads, then
three smaller ones up his ass.
"Oh my gosh Gramps never did that before he always pulled out and
cummed all over my face, then he would lick me clean," Nick said.
As I started to pull out, he said "No please just let it shrink, it
feels so good up there." Once my man toy had shriveled up it slid out of
him followed by a gush of cumm which I caught using the towel I had ready.
"Into the shower Nick," I said, "so we can clean you up." "See I got
one of those ass cleaners like you have at your house."
"Cool, now I can fuck my ass even here."
"We'll see," I told him "Now let's take a regular shower then dry off
and go back to bed." After we were back in bed, I put a towel under him in
case he leaked any more. "Oh, I'm leaking he said, should I get up?"
"How much" I asked.
"Just a little," he said,
"Cool let me take care of that "as I scooted down to lick up the drops
seeping out of his ass. I lapped his butt hole then pushed my tongue up
his hole causing him to squirm and giggle at the same time.
"This is called rimming," I told him.
" That's better than a finger any time," he said "You can do that
anytime you want."
Early the next morning I had a dream that Jim was sucking my man toy,
but not quite to completion, when I woke up it was all wet and Nick was
still asleep or pretended to be asleep, he rolled over saying "Please make
me cumm again as he placed my hand on his boy toy."
"Are you sure I asked?" "please" he said.
I slowly rubbed his boy toy once, then sucked his 5+ inches of boy toy
in and sucked it till he shot his ample load into my mouth, then he tried
to back away and got several small globs on his chest, I licked most of it
off till he said let me try it, so I scooped up some of his cumm on my
finger holding it out for him to lick off.
"Not bad," he said as he cleaned off my finger. "I never tasted any
cum before, "he said. As he was coming down from his high, I said "When
did you suck my toy." "Oh, just before... Oh shit, I'm sorry he said
turning a bright shade of red.
"You mean I can suck it if I want to?"
"Any time you want to as long as we are alone." "Only if you finish
the job next time," I told him.
"I'll swallow all of it next time," he said.
"Just remember I cum a lot so don't gag yourself." As we lay there
Nick asked me "if someday, he could stick his boy toy up my butt, and shoot
his cumm in me."
"Shure but like the blow job only if we are all alone."
"Nick reached for the Ky saying how about right now, with a gleeful
look on his face."
"Go for it I said as I rolled over on my front." "Wait," I said, "do
it this way as I turned over on my back lifting my legs and opening my
Spector for him to use." I wasn't expecting much from him but his 5+inch
boy toy did a good job, giving me some real pleasure, and the kid was still
pumping 20 minutes later then said "Here it comes as he shot several blasts
of boy comm up my ass." Back into the shower, he used the anal probe to
clean me out then he put it up his ass enjoying the sensation.
Jumped on our bikes heading to his place then had the Cat rigged and
ready to sail by 10 am but there wasn't much wind, so Nick said: "Sail down
the shore to the mouth of the creek, there is always wind blowing at that
end of the lake, it comes out of the creek valley opening."
"Cool" I said let's go. Partway to the creek Nick quietly asked if I
was going to help him put suntan lotion on his white skin again like the
last three weekends.
"If you ask me nice," I said.
"Please, Please, and thank you." he said "I have that surprise up my
butt again," he said. Several housed down the shore I noticed a kid
sunning on a dock and the closer we got I recognized the white and black
suit Pete had taken home from the club. "Any idea who that is," I asked
Nick as I pointed to Pete. "No one my age lives down here, that dock
belongs to the man who owns the health club you work at" he said. "Uncle
Burnie lives just down from you," I asked.
"Sure, my Gram and Gramps come over here all the time he said."
"Hell, that has to be Pete then," I said pointing at the dock.
"No Burnie doesn't have any kids."
"That's his almost 15-year-old nephew," I said, "from California, he
just moved up here this week." Nick asked? "is he staying long."
"Oh, probably till he goes away to college," I said, "he and his uncle
Jim live in the basement apartment." "Jim's the day manager at the club."
As we sailed closer, I called out to Pete who all of a sudden sat up
looking at us coming his way. "It's me Pat from the other night" I called
"Can we dock." "Sure, but Jim isn't here, he's in So Cal doing some
business" Pete called back.
"I know," I called back, "I recognized the suit you are wearing, and
my young friend Nick told me that Uncle Burnie owns that dock." We tied
up, and the boys were shy towards one another at first.
"So, I didn't know anyone my age lived anywhere along here," Nick said.
"I live just two houses that way, the white place on the hill," he said.
"The one with all the boats," Pete asked.
"Yup, this cat is my gram and Gramp's boat we get to use it any time we
want."
"You want to go sailing, with us," Nick asked.
"I don't think I can I'm waiting for Jim to call with some big news."
"He's at the courthouse right now," I said.
"Yes, and he is supposed to call me as soon as he knows
anything. That's why I have the phone out here with me."
"So, what's with him being in court, did he get in trouble," Nick
asked.
"No nothing like that, it's private information and none of your
business Nick," I said.
"Oh, sorry," he said "I didn't know." Just then the phone rang, and
Pete answered.
"Really," Pete said, "it's all settled, and they can't bug me anymore."
"That's such good news so I'll be living with you forever?" "Oh, yah till
I go off to college but that's a long time from now." "OK, hay their Legal
Guardian my first request is can I go sailing with Pat and Nick out on the
lake?" "Pat, you know the guy who works with you at the club, yeah he's
right here."
"Pat, Jim wants to talk to you."
"Hi Jim, everything OK way down in So. Cal?" "Cool, Nick and I have a
16' cat sailboat to use for the weekend." "Yes, his Gramps boat, and Nick
invited Pete along." "OK, OK, I'll tell him, no better yet you tell him."
"Here Pete, it's your guardian and he has some instructions for you."
"Hi, OK I'll do what Pat says and no I won't be good for him or you..."
"OK, OK, thanks and I'll leave Uncle Burnie a note. Goodbye." "All set, I
have to wear a lifejacket and be good, Jim says you can beat me if I'm bad,
but only if you can catch me." "Oh, and he wants us to leave a note
telling Uncle Burnie where I am."
"Cool," I said, "go inside and get a shirt and hat, I see a type three
PFD ski vest hanging right over there, then leave a note and we are set."
"With a big grin, on his face, I heard Nick whisper to Pete, don't be
surprised if Pat gets naked sometime today."
"Oh, hell I already saw him naked the other night at the club with
Jim."
"Pete, get the T-shirt and hat, and wright the note, tape it on the
kitchen counter. So, Burnie won't miss it." I reminded him again. Off we
sailed a little later than as usual, the wind died as expected but we had
plenty of time to sail. We made it to just about the same spot as Nick and
I made it last weekend when the wind just stopped. Once again, we set the
boat up to swim showing Pete about the float and mooing line. Nick peeled
his wetsuit off revealing a ½ inch sided bright orange speedo that
left no bulges unseen.
"Cool suit," Pate said as his boy toy started to grow almost as fast as
Nicks.
Both boys looked at me starting to turn a bit red. "What," I said, as
I pointed to each of their boy toys saying "Not my fault." "Then I dropped
my nylon shorts and suit and slid into the cool water."
"I told ya, he would get naked," Nick said to Pete.
"Let's join him then," Pete said as he pulled his suit off and then
dove off the boat.
"What the hell" Nick said aloud as he dove in naked too. Pete and Nick
ended up on either side of the port hull facing each other, then with a sly
grin Pete submerged and Nick had a shocked look on his face for a second.
I swam down to take a look myself and Pete was sucking Nick's boy toy,
while his breath lasted.
"Pete came up saying your turn, Nick."
"I never did this underwater," Nick told him.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-14 | Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2019 19:38:32 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (14) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I forgotten how hot the Stele character was.A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (14) Safe at last with Steele.... ..... I watched as the big hulking man stepped into the waters of the lagoon. His huge manly body looking so big as he stood there naked. His big beefy ass, those thick legs" that huge hairy chest and big thick schlong that hung from his bushy crotch. "Come on man" he said "The water feels great" Then he steppes down into the waters. Sonking down to his neck. He turned and looked back at me. Waving me over to join him. He smiled and winked back at me. I licked my lips as I gazed at the big brute. I had nothing to worry about now. No brain hungry zombies, no psychotic self serving military personnel. Just me, Steele and Rickles. Alone on this forgotten island. "Me and Steele and Tickles" I said to myself softly I was here, safe. At least for now with the two hunky bears. And hoped we would be okay until inevitability came to claim us. So I tossed my clothes to the sand. Standing there naked as I looked back at the big hunk in the water. He turned back to me. His smile big and happy. He had a lustful gleam in his eye. "Get that hot butt in here" he then said "So I can Fuck you right here in the water" He waded back inshore too. I looked as his massive frame rose up out of the water. His wet chest hair pressed dark to his body. His wide stocky form looking big and delicious as he came closer to me. I met him as he stepped out enough to see his big cock and down several inches of his tree trunk thighs. "Now" he said as he grabbed me "On her knees and suck this" He grabbed his big dick in his meaty paw. It was already starting to grow. The thoughts of sex in the lagoon getting to the big beast. "Yea sir" I huffed nack to him I then dropped to my knees in the water. I waa now facing Steele's big crotch. His meaty paw holding that big semi hard dick in hand. I reached for his fat club. Grasping the big heavy thing in my hand. Feeling it, weighing it. It was big and beautiful. And I wanted it more than anything. "Such a big cock" I said as I looked at it "Yeah. And it wants that mouth" he said back So I opened my face and went down on his log. He sighed lightly as he felt my tongue lick at the fat head of his dick. "And that great ass too" he added I then felt his big meaty hand on me. My head, neck and shoulder. Squeezing at me as I began to siphon at his thick man meat. The huge man groaned as I slurped down his dick. "Yeah baby. Thats it" he moaned "Suck yer man off. Suck it good" "Hmmfd" I tasted salt from the bay on his cock. But other than that it was delicious as before. And cleaner do to his body being washed in the bay. So I was of courae hungry for him and that fat dick. "Hmm. Soo fucking great man" he cooed "You have the beat fucking mouth" I pulled off his dick and reciprocated his comments on greatness. Telling him that his dick was the greatest cock i had ever had. Anf that he was the stud of all stud. Then I kissed his fat dick head. Again Steele moaned from my actions. "Soo fucking delicious" I huffed "I could feast on it all day" "Milking you all day" I then swooped back down his log again. "Ughnn fuckk Yess boy" he moaned "Thats it. Suck !" And I did. I sucked and slurped and slobbered over his big dick like it was the last dick on earth. And for the most part he was one of the last two that I knew of. For if it was indeed only us left alive, I would have both these two bears until the end arrived. Steele and Rickles. And I was good with that. I continued to swallow as much of Steeles huge dick as I could slobbering up and down his dick. Feasting on the very big dick that I now needed. And I wanted to have him every damned day if possible. "Fuckk" I huffed as I came up for air "Big fucking cock" I felt Steele's hand on me know guiding me as I mived up and down his big cock. Licking at the bulbous cock head as he gently swayed there in the shallow water. Feeding his schlong to me. "Yeah man. Suck yer daddy" he huffed "Suxk my big fucking dick" I began to stroke his fat dick as I continued to suck on him. Still slurping up and down his dick. Stroking his big heavy dick. Slowly as I sucked him. Ever so slowly. It was just a bit longer before I had to pull off his dick. Both from the need for air and for something much more. So I looked up at the big hunk of man. He smiled down on me. "Fuck me Steele" I said "Take me and fuck me good" "Oh I plan on it baby" he said back "Now get up here boy" He pulled me up to my feet. Then I was pulled into his big arms. And then I was looking into his eyes again. "You are all mine" he said Then he pulled me to his lips and kissed me. Steele picked me up and carried me to the shore. Then he pulled me down to the sand and then climbed on top of me. He started to kiss me there. His huge body hanging over me as I lay there in the ground. I could feel his big heavy dick along my thigh. It weighed, even as I lay in my leg. Then he pulled from my lips. Steele the spit in his hand. Then brought it down and between my legs. Then to my ass. "Now yet daddy is gonna Fuck you again" he stated "No worry about zombies" "Just a nice natural fuck" Thats when he thrust 2 fingers into my ass. He then started to dig them into my hole. I moaned as I felt the fat digits pierce my hole over and over as he fucked me with them. I moaned as I felt hia thick fingers digging into my ass hole. Like he was rummaging around in my ass trying to find something. And ge did. His fingers raked across my prostate deep in my ass. Rubbing against the sensitive button. Making me groan all the more for him. Begging the big man to take me. "Awee fuck yess" I crowed "Take me stud. Take me" "Give me that huge animal dick" He smiled as I begged for him. A nice healthy smile as he continued to dig his fingers up inside my ass. Then he leaned over and kissed my mouth again. His grubby beard raked over my face and chin. Then he looked at me again as he pulled from my lips. "You want daddys cock again baby?" He asked. I kissed him once more as I answered. And it was a resounding yes. Of course I wanted his big bear cock. I wanted to be taken by this huge bull if a man. To feel his very big dick in my ass again. "Yes Steele. Yess my big man" I said "I am yours" "You saved my life. So I am yours" Again the big bull of a man smiled. Then he pulled up my leg. Then he crawled between my legs. I felt as he started to rub that fat dick at my hole. Up and down my wanton man hole. It gelt soo good. And I know I needed his cock in me again. He pressed that fat bull head of a dick to my hole. Then grumbled as he started to push. "Yeah boy" he huffed "Daddys gonna have this pussy again" Then he thrust and punched into me. Pain and complete and utter fullness consumed me. I had forgotten how big this bulls dick was. The thick and angry shaft plowed into my guts on a hard thrust. And most of his giant club was pushed into my body. Pulling at my hole. Stretching me out again. "Awee fuckk. Soo God damn bigg!" I cried "Yeah. And yet ass loves it" he growled "Yess daddy. Ohh God Yess I doo!" "Fuck me Steele, Fuck my my big stud" And the big man continued to dig that wrecking ball of a dick into my guts. Pounding into me over and over. His fat cock head banging into my prostate over and over again. And the big animal was grunting like a bear. Then I looked up at a shadow beyond the beast on me. There was someone else standing there. A fear welled up as to whom or what it may be after all we had been through. But then the fears vanished as the familiar voice of Rickles spoke "Geez guys. Starting fun without me?" He said I looked up to see he was naked. Standing up there naked and his hard dick in his hand. Steele paused for a moment. Stopped his brutal assault on my guts. He looked up at the private and sneared. Then looked down at me. Then back up at Rickles. "Hey Rickles" he then said "Crawl back behind me and lick my balls" "Wanna bust up this pussy" Rickles smiled and did as his commanding officer asked. I watched as the hairy dude moved passed Steeles massive form. Then disappeared entirely. Moments later Steele groaned. "Thats it fucker. Thats it man" he growled And then the man looked back down at me and smiled. "Now daddys gonna fill you up" he huffed And then he started to pound away at my ass again. Drilling my happy guts with all that big fat dick. Thunder fucking my guts with all his might. My eyes rolled up into my head as he pummeled my body faster. And this continued for some more minutes. And just as I thought all this was crushing would break me, the man blew. A deep and low grumbling sound came from my huge man. Steele then cried out as he blew his nuts up inside my ass. "Yeah man. Awee fuckk. Yeasss!" He bellowed "Cumming. Awee fuck daddys cumming" And then he gunned into my ass shooting hot thick blasts if his seed into my bowels. Flooding it with his cum. His heavy grunts continuing until Steele was sated. And then he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me again. Groaning as he gave my body the last few jabs to empty his boiling cum into my ass. 'Awee fucker." He groaned "Best fucking pussy hole ever" "And its all mine" Then he pulled his big dick out of me. I sighed as I looked at the huge man standing over me. He was just so big now. At least from where i lay. And I thought we were done. But thats when Rickles lifted my legs back up and dove for my ass. His tongue pierced my swollen drooling hole and sucked the goo from it. This foolwee with him taking his turn on me again. And I was good with that. And so was Steele. "Just don't kiss him" the man ordered "Those lips are mine". And the three of us stayed there on that island until the last days we lived. Save from the zombie apocalypse...... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The End Thanks for the comments And do donate to nifty to keep stories like this going | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2019 19:38:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (14)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught
it recently again. I forgotten how hot the Stele character was.A definite
hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (14)
Safe at last with Steele....
..... I watched as the big hulking man stepped into the waters of the
lagoon. His huge manly body looking so big as he stood there naked. His
big beefy ass, those thick legs" that huge hairy chest and big thick
schlong that hung from his bushy crotch.
"Come on man" he said
"The water feels great"
Then he steppes down into the waters. Sonking down to his neck. He turned
and looked back at me. Waving me over to join him. He smiled and winked
back at me.
I licked my lips as I gazed at the big brute. I had nothing to worry
about now. No brain hungry zombies, no psychotic self serving military
personnel. Just me, Steele and Rickles. Alone on this forgotten island.
"Me and Steele and Tickles" I said to myself softly
I was here, safe. At least for now with the two hunky bears. And hoped we
would be okay until inevitability came to claim us.
So I tossed my clothes to the sand. Standing there naked as I looked back
at the big hunk in the water. He turned back to me. His smile big and
happy. He had a lustful gleam in his eye.
"Get that hot butt in here" he then said
"So I can Fuck you right here in the water"
He waded back inshore too. I looked as his massive frame rose up out of
the water. His wet chest hair pressed dark to his body. His wide stocky
form looking big and delicious as he came closer to me.
I met him as he stepped out enough to see his big cock and down several
inches of his tree trunk thighs.
"Now" he said as he grabbed me
"On her knees and suck this"
He grabbed his big dick in his meaty paw. It was already starting to
grow. The thoughts of sex in the lagoon getting to the big beast.
"Yea sir" I huffed nack to him
I then dropped to my knees in the water. I waa now facing Steele's big
crotch. His meaty paw holding that big semi hard dick in hand.
I reached for his fat club. Grasping the big heavy thing in my hand.
Feeling it, weighing it. It was big and beautiful. And I wanted it more
than anything.
"Such a big cock" I said as I looked at it
"Yeah. And it wants that mouth" he said back
So I opened my face and went down on his log. He sighed lightly as he
felt my tongue lick at the fat head of his dick.
"And that great ass too" he added
I then felt his big meaty hand on me. My head, neck and shoulder.
Squeezing at me as I began to siphon at his thick man meat. The huge man
groaned as I slurped down his dick.
"Yeah baby. Thats it" he moaned
"Suck yer man off. Suck it good"
"Hmmfd"
I tasted salt from the bay on his cock. But other than that it was
delicious as before. And cleaner do to his body being washed in the bay.
So I was of courae hungry for him and that fat dick.
"Hmm. Soo fucking great man" he cooed
"You have the beat fucking mouth"
I pulled off his dick and reciprocated his comments on greatness. Telling
him that his dick was the greatest cock i had ever had. Anf that he was
the stud of all stud.
Then I kissed his fat dick head. Again Steele moaned from my actions.
"Soo fucking delicious" I huffed
"I could feast on it all day"
"Milking you all day"
I then swooped back down his log again.
"Ughnn fuckk Yess boy" he moaned
"Thats it. Suck !"
And I did. I sucked and slurped and slobbered over his big dick like it
was the last dick on earth. And for the most part he was one of the last
two that I knew of. For if it was indeed only us left alive, I would have
both these two bears until the end arrived. Steele and Rickles. And I was
good with that.
I continued to swallow as much of Steeles huge dick as I could slobbering
up and down his dick. Feasting on the very big dick that I now needed.
And I wanted to have him every damned day if possible.
"Fuckk" I huffed as I came up for air
"Big fucking cock"
I felt Steele's hand on me know guiding me as I mived up and down his big
cock. Licking at the bulbous cock head as he gently swayed there in the
shallow water. Feeding his schlong to me.
"Yeah man. Suck yer daddy" he huffed
"Suxk my big fucking dick"
I began to stroke his fat dick as I continued to suck on him. Still
slurping up and down his dick. Stroking his big heavy dick. Slowly as I
sucked him. Ever so slowly.
It was just a bit longer before I had to pull off his dick. Both from the
need for air and for something much more. So I looked up at the big hunk
of man. He smiled down on me.
"Fuck me Steele" I said
"Take me and fuck me good"
"Oh I plan on it baby" he said back
"Now get up here boy"
He pulled me up to my feet. Then I was pulled into his big arms. And then
I was looking into his eyes again.
"You are all mine" he said
Then he pulled me to his lips and kissed me. Steele picked me up and
carried me to the shore. Then he pulled me down to the sand and then
climbed on top of me. He started to kiss me there. His huge body hanging
over me as I lay there in the ground.
I could feel his big heavy dick along my thigh. It weighed, even as I lay
in my leg. Then he pulled from my lips. Steele the spit in his hand. Then
brought it down and between my legs. Then to my ass.
"Now yet daddy is gonna Fuck you again" he stated
"No worry about zombies"
"Just a nice natural fuck"
Thats when he thrust 2 fingers into my ass. He then started to dig them
into my hole. I moaned as I felt the fat digits pierce my hole over and
over as he fucked me with them.
I moaned as I felt hia thick fingers digging into my ass hole. Like he
was rummaging around in my ass trying to find something.
And ge did. His fingers raked across my prostate deep in my ass. Rubbing
against the sensitive button. Making me groan all the more for him.
Begging the big man to take me.
"Awee fuck yess" I crowed
"Take me stud. Take me"
"Give me that huge animal dick"
He smiled as I begged for him. A nice healthy smile as he continued to
dig his fingers up inside my ass. Then he leaned over and kissed my mouth
again. His grubby beard raked over my face and chin. Then he looked at me
again as he pulled from my lips.
"You want daddys cock again baby?" He asked.
I kissed him once more as I answered. And it was a resounding yes. Of
course I wanted his big bear cock. I wanted to be taken by this huge bull
if a man. To feel his very big dick in my ass again.
"Yes Steele. Yess my big man" I said
"I am yours"
"You saved my life. So I am yours"
Again the big bull of a man smiled. Then he pulled up my leg. Then he
crawled between my legs. I felt as he started to rub that fat dick at my
hole. Up and down my wanton man hole. It gelt soo good. And I know I
needed his cock in me again.
He pressed that fat bull head of a dick to my hole. Then grumbled as he
started to push.
"Yeah boy" he huffed
"Daddys gonna have this pussy again"
Then he thrust and punched into me. Pain and complete and utter fullness
consumed me. I had forgotten how big this bulls dick was. The thick and
angry shaft plowed into my guts on a hard thrust. And most of his giant
club was pushed into my body. Pulling at my hole. Stretching me out
again.
"Awee fuckk. Soo God damn bigg!" I cried
"Yeah. And yet ass loves it" he growled
"Yess daddy. Ohh God Yess I doo!"
"Fuck me Steele, Fuck my my big stud"
And the big man continued to dig that wrecking ball of a dick into my
guts. Pounding into me over and over. His fat cock head banging into my
prostate over and over again. And the big animal was grunting like a
bear.
Then I looked up at a shadow beyond the beast on me. There was someone
else standing there. A fear welled up as to whom or what it may be after
all we had been through. But then the fears vanished as the familiar
voice of Rickles spoke
"Geez guys. Starting fun without me?" He said
I looked up to see he was naked. Standing up there naked and his hard
dick in his hand.
Steele paused for a moment. Stopped his brutal assault on my guts. He
looked up at the private and sneared. Then looked down at me. Then back
up at Rickles.
"Hey Rickles" he then said
"Crawl back behind me and lick my balls"
"Wanna bust up this pussy"
Rickles smiled and did as his commanding officer asked. I watched as the
hairy dude moved passed Steeles massive form. Then disappeared entirely.
Moments later Steele groaned.
"Thats it fucker. Thats it man" he growled
And then the man looked back down at me and smiled.
"Now daddys gonna fill you up" he huffed
And then he started to pound away at my ass again. Drilling my happy guts
with all that big fat dick. Thunder fucking my guts with all his might.
My eyes rolled up into my head as he pummeled my body faster. And this
continued for some more minutes. And just as I thought all this was
crushing would break me, the man blew.
A deep and low grumbling sound came from my huge man. Steele then cried
out as he blew his nuts up inside my ass.
"Yeah man. Awee fuckk. Yeasss!" He bellowed
"Cumming. Awee fuck daddys cumming"
And then he gunned into my ass shooting hot thick blasts if his seed into
my bowels. Flooding it with his cum.
His heavy grunts continuing until Steele was sated. And then he lowered
his mouth to mine and kissed me again. Groaning as he gave my body the
last few jabs to empty his boiling cum into my ass.
'Awee fucker." He groaned
"Best fucking pussy hole ever"
"And its all mine"
Then he pulled his big dick out of me. I sighed as I looked at the huge
man standing over me. He was just so big now. At least from where i lay.
And I thought we were done. But thats when Rickles lifted my legs back up
and dove for my ass. His tongue pierced my swollen drooling hole and
sucked the goo from it.
This foolwee with him taking his turn on me again. And I was good with
that. And so was Steele.
"Just don't kiss him" the man ordered
"Those lips are mine".
And the three of us stayed there on that island until the last days we
lived. Save from the zombie apocalypse......
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/brother-nick/brother-nick-3 | Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 20:55:34 -0700 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brother Nick, Chapter 3, Gay Adult-Youth Reader Warning; This story contains sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time; "Well, don't be surprised if our boy starts to bug you from time to time." "And Patrick I have no problem with you talking to him and answering his questions truthfully like you did in his room, about masturbation and such." I don't know why I never thought about Babby Oil, I thought he was acting funny a couple of times this last couple of months. "Thanks, Patrick." By the way, that boy will run around naked all day if we let him, but we never saw him get naked in front of an almost stranger, he must trust you. Changing the subject," I would love to sail your cat someday, maybe take Nick along too." "Good idea, you can come over and sail any time you want," Gramps said, as he climbed into his car and headed back to his place "Really," I said, as Gramps winked at me saying we have a hard time keeping him dressed most of the time, "I think you and I may be a kind of kindred spirit," he said When it comes to Nickie, he seems to trust you, as he does me, see ya on Tuesday as he drove off. Brother Nick, Chapter 3 I took a short nap before I headed back to the Club to start my night job. While checking to see if the building was locked up, I saw there was a light on in the manager's office so I went up to shut it off; finding Uncle Burnie talking to a cute kid who looked like a much younger version of him, but maybe 18 or 19 years old. "Patrick come on in I want you to meet my nephew Jim, who will start working here soon." "Don't worry, he's not taking your job, you're the best maintenance man I've ever had." Patrick, meet Jim he will be the afternoon/night manager starting in a week or so, he just graduated from college with a business degree. "No way, I thought he looked to be maybe 17 or so." "23 and ready to start, once he spends some time with you learning the job from the bottom up", uncle Burnie said. Jim's eyes seemed to smile as he said Hi and we shook hands; him holding on just a bit too long. "Oh, and I am 23 years old," he said. Cool, I planned on doing a deep cleaning of the pool this Wednesday, you can start with that I said. Uncle Burnie, "Why don't I start tonight"? Jim said, "Might as well learn from the start." "I hope you have some other clothes;" I don't know too many people who wear a suit on a job like this one, I said. I have a gym bag in my car, "I'll change then look for you" Jim said. "Great you two get to know each other," and Jim I'll leave the back door open when you get done. Hay Jim, drive round to the back and come in the pool door, I called as he was leaving to get his bag. I met Jim at the pool door, he was carrying his gym bag wearing only a pair of short nylon running shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt. That's when I saw and thought, shit he's nicely put together, must have been working out for years. "Lockers for staff are to the right of the washers, that way," I said. I'll put this in a locker and be right out to help, he said. We spent the next 2 hrs. going from the lobby to the gym then changing/shower room, cleaning everything step by step, and finally the pool. "I'll start with the pool if you want to wipe down the dry sauna," using the same cleaner as we used in the Showers I said. "Don't forget the extension pole makes it a hell of a lot easier to do the walls and ceiling." "No problem," Jim called as he headed to the dry sauna, we'll do the steam sauna last I said, I like to spend some time in there before we finish. "Cool," he said, "sounds nice." Jim came out to the pool as I was testing the water. "This is a chemical-free Ozone system updated two months ago," I told him that it needs to be tested every 4 to 6 hrs. We have to test for pollutants, pee, e-coli," some little kid shits his pants and contaminates the pool, and things like that, the weight room coach sees to that during the day, but it will probably fall in your lap once you take over the day manager's position. "Grose," Jim said as he peeled his shorts and shirt off dropping them to the deck. He was wearing a tight black, backless pair of speedo-like unders, not covering much. I noticed and raised one eyebrow saying, "Nice look, Mr. Manager." "You swim Lapps," he asked. "Almost every day," I said, as I switched off the lights dropping my shorts to the deck next to Jim's. Looking slightly surprised he said, "Nice, you swim that way often." "Only at night when the lights go out," I said as I lowered my naked body into the cool waters of the pool. We passed halfway to the center of the pool, and Jim said, "Hope you don't mind if I join you." This could get interesting I thought as I saw his naked body swimming away. After 6 more laps he said, "That's all I can do, I haven't swum laps in a couple of years". "Let's hit the steam room," I said, "Cool" was his reply as he gathered our shorts and his unders. I led the way in and took the upper bench, and he sat directly below me on the lower bench, tossed our sparse clothing on the floor just outside the door, and leaned into my knees, I spread them open to accommodate his shoulders. Within a minute my man toy was at its full 7.5-inch pushing into the back of his neck. Jim said, "You know I learned in HR training in college that management must never take advantage of the employees." "Yes, and they always told us that a manager should encourage his employees to rise to the occasion whenever the need presents itself," and Patrick, "It looks like you have risen most effectively to the occasion." With that he turned, slowly engulfing my man toy to its base without even a slight hesitation. "Well done," I said," It's been a while since anyone has done this for me". All I got was a muffled cool from Jim as he worked on my 7.5 inches. 14 minutes after I filled him with my seed, he swallowed and said, "Sit on this, indicating his 8-inch thin man toy, to which as an employee I responded with, "Yes sir Mr. Manager, just to let you know it's been like 8 to 10 years since I've done anything like this, so let's go slow, as I felt my cheeks bottoming out, with no pain at all". Remembering the last time, I did this I was maybe 16 and my uncle talked me into having me ride his average-sized pole. He taught me how to rim him, which being a tactile person I really enjoyed, as well as giving head, which I was good at. As far as fucking I have been with two girls and several boys during high school, I was never too good at that part. 20 minutes later he filled me with his seed giving a whoop of delight, "I haven't done that in months", he said, but "we may have to try it again soon". "Yes, sir Mr. Manager," I said, any time you want to stick around after closing, as long as it's under these conditions, as I gestured to our surroundings. Now let's clean this place up I said and headed out to my place to relax. We cleaned the steam room then recleaned the showers after using them again then walked out the back-pool door to my RV. "Want something to eat" I asked, "just a beer if you have one", He said as we relaxed. "Does your uncle know you're gay," I asked as I handed him his backless unders noticing his name was printed on the back tag. "Bye", he said, "I swing both ways and yes, he does, what about you"? "I've known I was gay most of my life, but I only came to accept it a couple of years ago." I had to hide it because I was in the military. "That was only the third time I had a man toy up my ass," I said, "the first time I was maybe 13, you know I kind of liked it then too". "Man toy" now that's a new one what or where the hell did that one come from?" "The girls in the hooch just around the corner call all of our dicks their man toys, which was in the South Vietnam delta country," "I guess the name kind of stuck", "anyway enough of that I said". "Shit, well like I said it's been months for me," Jim said, "but you got me excited and I took a chance you would like to fool around some and I wanted to try it again to see if I was still into it". "You are either wired that way or you're not," I said. "Cool," we said together, "maybe you'll let me be on top next time," I said. "I will consider that an option," Jim said, "as long as the rest of my employees don't get upset about not being in the loop." "I think we should keep this to ourselves, kind of a corporate secret," I said, "we don't want them to get jealous." "Good idea, hell it's late," Jim said, "but if you want to try being a top, I'm ready and still Horney as all get out, let's do it again". "Cool", I said, leaning in and kissing him forcefully. After several minutes of French kissing, I had his, and my clothes off again, and he bent over the table in my little kitchen. I lapped his hole pushing my tongue in as far as I could, rimming was something I had done before and liked it, then after stretching him to three fingers I grabbed my tube of KY and slowly pushed my rock-hard man toy inside his tight hole. Jim was moaning and saying "Yes, yes, fuck me hard". I only lasted 12 minutes but filled him with cumm, saying "Oh shit I should have used a rubber". "Don't you dare" Jim said, panting, trying to come down from the high he had worked himself into. "I've never had any kind of bugs so I'm safe to fuck bare-assed", he said. "Me too," I said, and "I was tested a lot in the service." "I have only had a couple of women in high school, and haven't had sex like this since I was, oh shit maybe 16, when my much older uncle stayed with the family one summer. He had me eat him out almost every night, we only fucked once". "I have to get home," Jim said, as he pulled on his shorts, "you need some sleep too, we will do this a lot from now on," he said. "Jim, you forgot these," I said as I handed him his black unders. "I don't work at the plant on Saturday or Sunday, so I can sleep in late," He said "Plant, what plant," Jim asked. "Oh yeah, I do an 8 Hr. shift at the silk-screening plant across the street, Monday through Friday from 8 am till 4 pm." "Shit, two Jobs, that doesn't leave you much time for fun, does it?" "No, but that's how things are right now, we have to make money to live." "True, so I'll see you later tonight at..." "After 11 pm the club closes," I said. "Cool, see you at 11 tonight." I was waisted, beyond tired so I set my alarm clock for 6:30 am and crashed, then a couple of minutes later remembered it was Friday night, turned off my alarm, and thought Saturday... Bang, Bang, Bang; what is that, what the hell, I thought, sounds like someone banging on my door. Bang, bang. There it was again then a small loud voice "Pat, Patrick are you in there?" "The doors open" I called, "what's going on, who is it?" "It's me, Nick, you said we could go sailing." "First of all, if you don't have a cup of coffee in your hand for me you need to go away, second what are we going to do?" "You said we could go sailing sometime, and it's Saturday so here I am." "Coffee, front desk, go..." A couple of minutes later my door opened and in came Nick with a large cup of coffee, "the lady said you use sugar, so I put some in." "Put it on the table," I said as I slid out of my bunk. "Oh, shit, I mean shoot, Cool, your naked again," he said with a big grin on his face. "What? Oh, I sleep that way" I said as I grabbed a pair of onion skin shorts. After I downed a third of the coffee, I asked "How the hell did you get here?" I asked as I pulled my shorts back off, looking for my swimsuit. "I rode my bike," he said. "Do your grandparents know you're here? " "Well probably not, I just said I was going for a ride." I tossed him my wireless wall phone, telling him to call them and tell them I would ride back with him in the next hour or so. As I was getting dressed, I heard him quickly trying to convince his gramps that I was OK with him being here. He handed me the phone saying "Gramps wants to talk to you..." "Shit, I'm sorry about this" Gramps said, "I didn't think he would start bugging you this soon." "I got to tell you, he surprised me," I said but "seeing as he's here I might as well come to your place and see if we can do a little sailing if that's all right with you." "Do you want me to drive over and get you," Gramps asked. "No, I have a bicycle I can use to get there; besides he tells me that's how he got here." "Well at least come to breakfast," Gramps said. "Ok, we'll leave shortly, as soon as I get another cup of coffee," "Nick more coffee" I instructed my little intruder. "Right away he shouted" as he headed to the front desk. "Wait a minute, are you sure that's my Nickie," Gramps said "he never responds to me so eagerly. " "Oh yes, it can't be anyone else," I said, "we'll be there in oh about half an hour, or so," I said, "see you." Just then in came Nick with a fresh cup. "Your gramps invited me to breakfast so Let me finish this coffee, go to the bathroom, and then we can go." I stood up, dropping my onion skin shorts, again, looking for my florescent yellow-green Swimsuit, and saw them behind Nick's head saying "The bright yellow-green suit behind you." He was staring at my naked body again, "hand them to me" I said. "This one," he said as I walked up to him, my growing man toy being only an inch from him, he leaned in and licked his lips as I pulled the suit out of his hand drawing him closer. My man toy was just grazing his upper lip when he stuck out his tongue and licked the end of my toy, "sweet" he said almost to himself. I managed to pull the suit on then found a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt then looked at Nick, who was sitting at my table with a huge grin on his face, "sorry, no place to change," I said. "That's OK I'm kind of used to seeing you naked now." "What's that funny smell, it almost smells like the spunk rag I keep under my...," Then he realized what he had just revealed to me and turned bright red. "I mean, um..." "It's OK Nick all us boys do it in our bedrooms, just make sure you clean your rag before it starts to smell, your gram will know what it is even if you don't," and Nick "I don't think you should tell your gram you've seen me this way she might get upset." "Oh, she sees me naked all the time," he said, "we got this hot tub that I never wear anything in." She gave up trying to get me to wear clothes after my shower at night, when I got home from the pool, I only had to wear shorts if we had guests late at night." "Hay Pat, do you think I should sleep naked too, I always wanted to." "You're almost 14, I started sleeping that way when I was 11 so that's up to you." "But I still think, we shouldn't let your gram or gramps know about you seeing me naked, and definitely not about you licking my toy." "Ok I wasn't going to say anything anyway, but I promise I won't mention it, as long as you keep getting naked," he said with that grin on his face. "I don't plan on changing the way I live, if you're here and I need to change I will." "Cool," he said, licking his lips as we headed out the door. I used my bike, riding into town and to work sometimes so it was functional and well-used, we made it to his place in just over half an hour. Jane scolded Nickie for going to my place and waking me up, especially for not telling them he was going to do it. "Well, I hadn't started out to visit Pat but I just kind of ended up there." We had a huge breakfast, then Gramps took us to the boat dock to show us where the sails, and cat equipment were kept. He helped us put it together saying he would go with us till I was familiar with the cat. I told him that when I was a teen my uncle taught me how to sail on his 16' cat so it would come back to me. "Like riding a bicycle," I said. He said, "One thing Nickie has to wear is his life jacket; the wet suit is up to him once you get away from the dock." "I agree with the life jacket wholeheartedly, that's a good rule, and I know he is a good swimmer so I'm not too worried about him falling in." Gram brought out a jug of bug juice and lunch packed in an ice box that fits into a rack just in front of the mast, so we had food and drink for our day trip. I asked if he had a hat he could wear because the sun would be hot on the lake and Gramps tossed him one as I put mine on. "There is sun tan lotion in the ice chest too" Gram said, "let's see if is there anything else you need..." Gramps said "You two better take off before Gram thinks of anything else to pile on the boat," and he told her "If they forgot anything, they'll remember it next time." "You boys go have some fun, Nicky you mind Patrick out there, come on Gram," he said as he led her back to the house by the hand. I heard her ask him if he thought it was safe to let Nicky be alone with Pat all day on the lake. "Do you trust Patrick with Nickie," he asked. "Well sure but..." "So, do I," said Gramps as they walked out of site. It only took twenty minutes to get back to my youthful sailing ways, Nick had put on his hiking harness and was walking the upwind hull like a prow in short order. With the morning wind, we made it well past the middle of the lake, almost two and a half miles, before it died and left us becalmed till the afternoon wind began. As we sat there, Nick complained it was hot. "So, take off the wet suit," I said, but first I let the sail luff free and tied the tiller hard left so if a gust of wind caught the sail while we were swimming the boat would just make a small turn before the sail could get filled. I also tied a float to the mooring line and tossed it out away from the boat. "What's that for," Nick asked. "When we swim off the boat we always stay inside the float, should the boat try and sail away, we can grab the line and hold on." "Cool idea," Nick said. I dropped my cargo shorts and then slipped into the cool lake water, as Nick once again complained how hot it was getting. "Like I said, take your wet suit off and get in the lake," I said. "I can't" Nick wined. "Nick, it's OK if you take the wetsuit off when we are sailing together, you don't have to wear it at all if you don't want to. As long as you have on your life jacket when we are sailing." "But I don't have anything on under my wetsuit I'm what did you call it?" "Freeballing," I said. "Yeah, that's it," and "Oh shit I have a kind of surprise to show you that you might not expect," he said, ... "No, I can't... you'll think I'm weird." "Nick, we've taken showers together and were naked swimming out to the ski float last night so what's the problem?" "But it's something else, like...kind of kinky." "Nick who'll see you skinny-dipping way out here," I asked, and "I already think you are wearied in a cool way." "You do?" he said, blushing, "doing what," He asked. "Skinny-dipping, swimming naked," I said. "Like you said the first night we met, you always wanted to swim naked in public during the daylight, so now is your chance." "Cool," he said as he started to pull off his wetsuit. "You won't tell anyone;" he asked as he stripped the wetsuit off. "Why would I do that" I asked. "Well, maybe I'll tell Gramps he saw us swimming naked last night and didn't say anything." "I feel kind of weird doing this" he said. I did a quick turn underwater, pulled my suit off, and tossed it onto the boat, saying "There now we're even." He giggled saying, "Cool your naked again," then stood up and pulled on his, what looked like at least 5 inches, maybe a bit more, of nice cut boy toy, turned slowly around exposing what looked like a black butt plug he had sticking up his boy pussy, then doing a sloppy dive into the lake. "This feels so cool he said as he came to the surface, it's like being in the hot tub with lots more room to swim." "What's that up your ass," I asked? "A plug I wear sometimes," he said. "Oh," I said diving down below the surface, and as I swam up to him, I took hold of his boy toy lightly. He sank underwater reaching for my toy, to my surprise he put the end into his mouth sucking hard on the piss slit. We swam for a good 15 minutes then I pulled myself up onto the canvas tramp saying "I was going to let the sun dry me off." So out came Nick, as he looked at my nonexistent tan line, he commented on it again. Then he said, "Gram always makes me put lots of suntan lotion on." "I can see why, look at all that super white skin that suit you wear leaves behind." "Can you put some lotion on me?" he asked as he lay face down on the tramp. I pulled out the tube of SPF 50 lotion and started to cover him with it. "Sorry about rubbing your cutie little white butt, but it's so white if I don't it will burn to a crisp." "Go for it, you think I have a cute butt he asked?" "I'd rather have you rub the lotion in than have it burn." So, I rubbed several coats of lotion into his baby white globes of flesh, all the while he was purring like a kitten. As I rubbed in the lotion it accumulated all around the plug in his ass, I told him I was going to pull his plug then rubbed over his wide-open rosebud several times, telling him your butt hole is full of lotion, "Clean it out" he said, so I stuck a finger inside his open butt hole, past the second joint to clear it out, inside his perfect ass, he made a sharp air inhale, then purred louder than before. When I was done with his backside, "Do you want me to put this back in" I asked holding his plug up for him to see. "No that's OK leave it out, it did what I wanted it to do," he said, grinning at me, saying "You can put your finger back in any time you want to, or anything else that comes to mind." I had him roll over, covered him down to his peach fuzz then did his legs. "You missed a bunch," he said. "Oh, I figured you'd want to do the rest yourself." "No, you already stuck your finger up my ass, and you grabbed my dick, I mean toy yesterday, and again today, you might as well do my toy for as long as you want, please," he said, turning the nicest shade of pink as he asked. "Are you sure," I asked, please was his only response? So, I spent six or seven minutes working the SPF 50 lotion into the rest of his tender white skin, and then he added some of his own white goo onto his boy toy area, saying "That's the biggest load I ever shot" as he tried to catch his breath, "Hay Pat, this may sound kind of strange but I, really like my balls played with," he said. "You told me that last night remember?" I just kept working the white lotion into his flesh till it was gone and filed the bit about him liking his balls played with in the back of my mind, his 5-inch+ cut boy toy never went limp. "I said now just lay there and get some sun," I said, as he asked "Can I feel yours again? " "I suppose so, seeing as I played with yours." He gently touched the tip of my man toy with his fingertip, "Just wrap your hand around it I told him, and get a good feel." "Oh, I know how to do this," he said, quickly starting to jack me off slowly as my man toy grew to its full 7.5 inches. "Shit, I don't know if I can get that monster into my mouth, but I Shure would like to try." "How many have you sucked on I asked?" "Only Gramps, and the neighbor's kid," "Oh shit I'm not supposed to say that to anyone, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't embarrass you," he said. "No, I'm not surprised you and Gramps are playing, and you told me that at the pool remember," I said as I turned over laying on my stomach. "We play in the hot tub mostly," Nick said smiling, as he placed his hand on my ass, slowly pushing a finger into my man pussy. I ignored his attempt to get into my ass, then he started playing with my balls . "Don't squeeze too hard or I may have to go after your nuts" I told him. All Nick said was, "Thank you, please," then, as I said on the raft, "I love having my nuts played with." I had such a massive hard on I rolled into the water, thinking this kid is not as innocent as everyone kept telling me. Maybe those comments from his gramps were a hint or indication this kid is sexually active somehow. Then I thought maybe hell, this boy is sexually active. He was almost asleep when I climbed back aboard so I rested on the other half of the tramp, waiting for the afternoon wind to start. I did lightly play with his nuts, rubbing them around in his smooth sac. He rolled over, holding his engorged boy toy smiling saying "That was nice," then saying he was hungry, so we dug into the feast his gram made for us. After we ate, I put more lotion all over him, this time I bent over him dangling my man toy inches from his face, he held my toy while I worked on his front side, smelling it several times. The wind started blowing lightly so Nick put his lifejacket and harness on to walk the hull as we sailed to the far side of the lake. He stood behind me several times humping his boy toy on my back, but I ignored him letting him dribble his boy juice down my back and do pretty much whatever he wanted. About two-thirds of the way back to their place I luffed the boat telling him to put his wetsuit back on and had him tie the arms around his waist so only the bottom half was covered, I put on my suit and Lifejacket too. We made it back to the dock by five pm, six hours after we left. We took the boat apart; the sail and boom were placed in the drying rack and we carried all the gear up to the house. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 20:55:34 -0700
From: Bill Baker <[email protected]>
Subject: Brother Nick, Chapter 3, Gay Adult-Youth
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Last Time;
"Well, don't be surprised if our boy starts to bug you from time to
time." "And Patrick I have no problem with you talking to him and
answering his questions truthfully like you did in his room, about
masturbation and such." I don't know why I never thought about Babby Oil, I
thought he was acting funny a couple of times this last couple of months.
"Thanks, Patrick." By the way, that boy will run around naked all day if
we let him, but we never saw him get naked in front of an almost stranger,
he must trust you.
Changing the subject," I would love to sail your cat someday, maybe take
Nick along too."
"Good idea, you can come over and sail any time you want," Gramps said,
as he climbed into his car and headed back to his place
"Really," I said, as Gramps winked at me saying we have a hard time
keeping him dressed most of the time, "I think you and I may be a kind of
kindred spirit," he said When it comes to Nickie, he seems to trust you, as
he does me, see ya on Tuesday as he drove off.
Brother Nick, Chapter 3
I took a short nap before I headed back to the Club to start my night
job. While checking to see if the building was locked up, I saw there was
a light on in the manager's office so I went up to shut it off; finding
Uncle Burnie talking to a cute kid who looked like a much younger version
of him, but maybe 18 or 19 years old.
"Patrick come on in I want you to meet my nephew Jim, who will start
working here soon." "Don't worry, he's not taking your job, you're the
best maintenance man I've ever had." Patrick, meet Jim he will be the
afternoon/night manager starting in a week or so, he just graduated from
college with a business degree.
"No way, I thought he looked to be maybe 17 or so."
"23 and ready to start, once he spends some time with you learning the
job from the bottom up", uncle Burnie said.
Jim's eyes seemed to smile as he said Hi and we shook hands; him
holding on just a bit too long. "Oh, and I am 23 years old," he said.
Cool, I planned on doing a deep cleaning of the pool this Wednesday,
you can start with that I said.
Uncle Burnie, "Why don't I start tonight"? Jim said, "Might as well
learn from the start."
"I hope you have some other clothes;" I don't know too many people who
wear a suit on a job like this one, I said.
I have a gym bag in my car, "I'll change then look for you" Jim said.
"Great you two get to know each other," and Jim I'll leave the back
door open when you get done.
Hay Jim, drive round to the back and come in the pool door, I called as
he was leaving to get his bag.
I met Jim at the pool door, he was carrying his gym bag wearing only a
pair of short nylon running shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt. That's when
I saw and thought, shit he's nicely put together, must have been working
out for years. "Lockers for staff are to the right of the washers, that
way," I said.
I'll put this in a locker and be right out to help, he said.
We spent the next 2 hrs. going from the lobby to the gym then
changing/shower room, cleaning everything step by step, and finally the
pool. "I'll start with the pool if you want to wipe down the dry sauna,"
using the same cleaner as we used in the Showers I said. "Don't forget the
extension pole makes it a hell of a lot easier to do the walls and
ceiling."
"No problem," Jim called as he headed to the dry sauna, we'll do the
steam sauna last I said, I like to spend some time in there before we
finish. "Cool," he said, "sounds nice."
Jim came out to the pool as I was testing the water. "This is a
chemical-free Ozone system updated two months ago," I told him that it
needs to be tested every 4 to 6 hrs. We have to test for pollutants, pee,
e-coli," some little kid shits his pants and contaminates the pool, and
things like that, the weight room coach sees to that during the day, but it
will probably fall in your lap once you take over the day manager's
position.
"Grose," Jim said as he peeled his shorts and shirt off dropping them
to the deck. He was wearing a tight black, backless pair of speedo-like
unders, not covering much.
I noticed and raised one eyebrow saying, "Nice look, Mr. Manager."
"You swim Lapps," he asked.
"Almost every day," I said, as I switched off the lights dropping my
shorts to the deck next to Jim's. Looking slightly surprised he said,
"Nice, you swim that way often."
"Only at night when the lights go out," I said as I lowered my naked
body into the cool waters of the pool.
We passed halfway to the center of the pool, and Jim said, "Hope you
don't mind if I join you."
This could get interesting I thought as I saw his naked body swimming
away. After 6 more laps he said, "That's all I can do, I haven't swum laps
in a couple of years".
"Let's hit the steam room," I said, "Cool" was his reply as he gathered
our shorts and his unders.
I led the way in and took the upper bench, and he sat directly below me
on the lower bench, tossed our sparse clothing on the floor just outside
the door, and leaned into my knees, I spread them open to accommodate his
shoulders. Within a minute my man toy was at its full 7.5-inch pushing
into the back of his neck.
Jim said, "You know I learned in HR training in college that management
must never take advantage of the employees." "Yes, and they always told us
that a manager should encourage his employees to rise to the occasion
whenever the need presents itself," and Patrick, "It looks like you have
risen most effectively to the occasion." With that he turned, slowly
engulfing my man toy to its base without even a slight hesitation.
"Well done," I said," It's been a while since anyone has done this for
me". All I got was a muffled cool from Jim as he worked on my 7.5 inches.
14 minutes after I filled him with my seed, he swallowed and said, "Sit on
this, indicating his 8-inch thin man toy, to which as an employee I
responded with, "Yes sir Mr. Manager, just to let you know it's been like 8
to 10 years since I've done anything like this, so let's go slow, as I felt
my cheeks bottoming out, with no pain at all". Remembering the last time,
I did this I was maybe 16 and my uncle talked me into having me ride his
average-sized pole. He taught me how to rim him, which being a tactile
person I really enjoyed, as well as giving head, which I was good at. As
far as fucking I have been with two girls and several boys during high
school, I was never too good at that part. 20 minutes later he filled me
with his seed giving a whoop of delight, "I haven't done that in months",
he said, but "we may have to try it again soon".
"Yes, sir Mr. Manager," I said, any time you want to stick around after
closing, as long as it's under these conditions, as I gestured to our
surroundings. Now let's clean this place up I said and headed out to my
place to relax. We cleaned the steam room then recleaned the showers after
using them again then walked out the back-pool door to my RV.
"Want something to eat" I asked, "just a beer if you have one", He said
as we relaxed.
"Does your uncle know you're gay," I asked as I handed him his backless
unders noticing his name was printed on the back tag.
"Bye", he said, "I swing both ways and yes, he does, what about you"?
"I've known I was gay most of my life, but I only came to accept it a
couple of years ago." I had to hide it because I was in the military.
"That was only the third time I had a man toy up my ass," I said, "the
first time I was maybe 13, you know I kind of liked it then too".
"Man toy" now that's a new one what or where the hell did that one come
from?"
"The girls in the hooch just around the corner call all of our dicks
their man toys, which was in the South Vietnam delta country," "I guess the
name kind of stuck", "anyway enough of that I said".
"Shit, well like I said it's been months for me," Jim said, "but you
got me excited and I took a chance you would like to fool around some and I
wanted to try it again to see if I was still into it".
"You are either wired that way or you're not," I said. "Cool," we said
together, "maybe you'll let me be on top next time," I said.
"I will consider that an option," Jim said, "as long as the rest of my
employees don't get upset about not being in the loop."
"I think we should keep this to ourselves, kind of a corporate secret,"
I said, "we don't want them to get jealous." "Good idea, hell it's late,"
Jim said, "but if you want to try being a top, I'm ready and still Horney
as all get out, let's do it again".
"Cool", I said, leaning in and kissing him forcefully. After several
minutes of French kissing, I had his, and my clothes off again, and he bent
over the table in my little kitchen. I lapped his hole pushing my tongue
in as far as I could, rimming was something I had done before and liked it,
then after stretching him to three fingers I grabbed my tube of KY and
slowly pushed my rock-hard man toy inside his tight hole. Jim was moaning
and saying "Yes, yes, fuck me hard". I only lasted 12 minutes but filled
him with cumm, saying "Oh shit I should have used a rubber".
"Don't you dare" Jim said, panting, trying to come down from the high
he had worked himself into. "I've never had any kind of bugs so I'm safe
to fuck bare-assed", he said.
"Me too," I said, and "I was tested a lot in the service." "I have
only had a couple of women in high school, and haven't had sex like this
since I was, oh shit maybe 16, when my much older uncle stayed with the
family one summer. He had me eat him out almost every night, we only
fucked once".
"I have to get home," Jim said, as he pulled on his shorts, "you need
some sleep too, we will do this a lot from now on," he said.
"Jim, you forgot these," I said as I handed him his black unders. "I
don't work at the plant on Saturday or Sunday, so I can sleep in late,"
He said "Plant, what plant," Jim asked. "Oh yeah, I do an 8 Hr. shift
at the silk-screening plant across the street, Monday through Friday from 8
am till 4 pm."
"Shit, two Jobs, that doesn't leave you much time for fun, does it?"
"No, but that's how things are right now, we have to make money to
live."
"True, so I'll see you later tonight at..."
"After 11 pm the club closes," I said.
"Cool, see you at 11 tonight." I was waisted, beyond tired so I set my
alarm clock for 6:30 am and crashed, then a couple of minutes later
remembered it was Friday night, turned off my alarm, and thought
Saturday...
Bang, Bang, Bang; what is that, what the hell, I thought, sounds like
someone banging on my door. Bang, bang. There it was again then a small
loud voice "Pat, Patrick are you in there?"
"The doors open" I called, "what's going on, who is it?"
"It's me, Nick, you said we could go sailing."
"First of all, if you don't have a cup of coffee in your hand for me
you need to go away, second what are we going to do?"
"You said we could go sailing sometime, and it's Saturday so here I
am."
"Coffee, front desk, go..." A couple of minutes later my door opened
and in came Nick with a large cup of coffee, "the lady said you use sugar,
so I put some in."
"Put it on the table," I said as I slid out of my bunk.
"Oh, shit, I mean shoot, Cool, your naked again," he said with a big
grin on his face.
"What? Oh, I sleep that way" I said as I grabbed a pair of onion skin
shorts. After I downed a third of the coffee, I asked "How the hell did
you get here?" I asked as I pulled my shorts back off, looking for my
swimsuit.
"I rode my bike," he said.
"Do your grandparents know you're here? "
"Well probably not, I just said I was going for a ride."
I tossed him my wireless wall phone, telling him to call them and tell
them I would ride back with him in the next hour or so. As I was getting
dressed, I heard him quickly trying to convince his gramps that I was OK
with him being here. He handed me the phone saying "Gramps wants to talk
to you..."
"Shit, I'm sorry about this" Gramps said, "I didn't think he would
start bugging you this soon."
"I got to tell you, he surprised me," I said but "seeing as he's here I
might as well come to your place and see if we can do a little sailing if
that's all right with you."
"Do you want me to drive over and get you," Gramps asked.
"No, I have a bicycle I can use to get there; besides he tells me
that's how he got here."
"Well at least come to breakfast," Gramps said.
"Ok, we'll leave shortly, as soon as I get another cup of coffee,"
"Nick more coffee" I instructed my little intruder.
"Right away he shouted" as he headed to the front desk.
"Wait a minute, are you sure that's my Nickie," Gramps said "he never
responds to me so eagerly. "
"Oh yes, it can't be anyone else," I said, "we'll be there in oh about
half an hour, or so," I said, "see you." Just then in came Nick with a
fresh cup. "Your gramps invited me to breakfast so Let me finish this
coffee, go to the bathroom, and then we can go." I stood up, dropping my
onion skin shorts, again, looking for my florescent yellow-green Swimsuit,
and saw them behind Nick's head saying "The bright yellow-green suit behind
you."
He was staring at my naked body again, "hand them to me" I said.
"This one," he said as I walked up to him, my growing man toy being
only an inch from him, he leaned in and licked his lips as I pulled the
suit out of his hand drawing him closer. My man toy was just grazing his
upper lip when he stuck out his tongue and licked the end of my toy,
"sweet" he said almost to himself.
I managed to pull the suit on then found a pair of cargo shorts and a
t-shirt then looked at Nick, who was sitting at my table with a huge grin
on his face, "sorry, no place to change," I said.
"That's OK I'm kind of used to seeing you naked now." "What's that
funny smell, it almost smells like the spunk rag I keep under my...," Then
he realized what he had just revealed to me and turned bright red. "I
mean, um..."
"It's OK Nick all us boys do it in our bedrooms, just make sure you
clean your rag before it starts to smell, your gram will know what it is
even if you don't," and Nick "I don't think you should tell your gram
you've seen me this way she might get upset."
"Oh, she sees me naked all the time," he said, "we got this hot tub
that I never wear anything in." She gave up trying to get me to wear
clothes after my shower at night, when I got home from the pool, I only had
to wear shorts if we had guests late at night." "Hay Pat, do you think I
should sleep naked too, I always wanted to."
"You're almost 14, I started sleeping that way when I was 11 so that's
up to you." "But I still think, we shouldn't let your gram or gramps know
about you seeing me naked, and definitely not about you licking my toy."
"Ok I wasn't going to say anything anyway, but I promise I won't
mention it, as long as you keep getting naked," he said with that grin on
his face.
"I don't plan on changing the way I live, if you're here and I need to
change I will."
"Cool," he said, licking his lips as we headed out the door.
I used my bike, riding into town and to work sometimes so it was
functional and well-used, we made it to his place in just over half an
hour. Jane scolded Nickie for going to my place and waking me up,
especially for not telling them he was going to do it.
"Well, I hadn't started out to visit Pat but I just kind of ended up
there."
We had a huge breakfast, then Gramps took us to the boat dock to show
us where the sails, and cat equipment were kept. He helped us put it
together saying he would go with us till I was familiar with the cat. I
told him that when I was a teen my uncle taught me how to sail on his 16'
cat so it would come back to me. "Like riding a bicycle," I said.
He said, "One thing Nickie has to wear is his life jacket; the wet suit
is up to him once you get away from the dock."
"I agree with the life jacket wholeheartedly, that's a good rule, and I
know he is a good swimmer so I'm not too worried about him falling in."
Gram brought out a jug of bug juice and lunch packed in an ice box that
fits into a rack just in front of the mast, so we had food and drink for
our day trip.
I asked if he had a hat he could wear because the sun would be hot on
the lake and Gramps tossed him one as I put mine on.
"There is sun tan lotion in the ice chest too" Gram said, "let's see if
is there anything else you need..."
Gramps said "You two better take off before Gram thinks of anything
else to pile on the boat," and he told her "If they forgot anything,
they'll remember it next time." "You boys go have some fun, Nicky you mind
Patrick out there, come on Gram," he said as he led her back to the house
by the hand. I heard her ask him if he thought it was safe to let Nicky be
alone with Pat all day on the lake. "Do you trust Patrick with Nickie," he
asked. "Well sure but..." "So, do I," said Gramps as they walked out of
site.
It only took twenty minutes to get back to my youthful sailing ways,
Nick had put on his hiking harness and was walking the upwind hull like a
prow in short order. With the morning wind, we made it well past the
middle of the lake, almost two and a half miles, before it died and left us
becalmed till the afternoon wind began.
As we sat there, Nick complained it was hot.
"So, take off the wet suit," I said, but first I let the sail luff free
and tied the tiller hard left so if a gust of wind caught the sail while we
were swimming the boat would just make a small turn before the sail could
get filled. I also tied a float to the mooring line and tossed it out away
from the boat.
"What's that for," Nick asked.
"When we swim off the boat we always stay inside the float, should the
boat try and sail away, we can grab the line and hold on."
"Cool idea," Nick said.
I dropped my cargo shorts and then slipped into the cool lake water, as
Nick once again complained how hot it was getting.
"Like I said, take your wet suit off and get in the lake," I said.
"I can't" Nick wined.
"Nick, it's OK if you take the wetsuit off when we are sailing
together, you don't have to wear it at all if you don't want to. As long
as you have on your life jacket when we are sailing."
"But I don't have anything on under my wetsuit I'm what did you call
it?"
"Freeballing," I said.
"Yeah, that's it," and "Oh shit I have a kind of surprise to show you
that you might not expect," he said, ... "No, I can't... you'll think I'm
weird."
"Nick, we've taken showers together and were naked swimming out to the
ski float last night so what's the problem?"
"But it's something else, like...kind of kinky."
"Nick who'll see you skinny-dipping way out here," I asked, and "I
already think you are wearied in a cool way."
"You do?" he said, blushing, "doing what," He asked.
"Skinny-dipping, swimming naked," I said. "Like you said the first
night we met, you always wanted to swim naked in public during the
daylight, so now is your chance."
"Cool," he said as he started to pull off his wetsuit. "You won't tell
anyone;" he asked as he stripped the wetsuit off.
"Why would I do that" I asked. "Well, maybe I'll tell Gramps he saw us
swimming naked last night and didn't say anything."
"I feel kind of weird doing this" he said.
I did a quick turn underwater, pulled my suit off, and tossed it onto
the boat, saying "There now we're even."
He giggled saying, "Cool your naked again," then stood up and pulled on
his, what looked like at least 5 inches, maybe a bit more, of nice cut boy
toy, turned slowly around exposing what looked like a black butt plug he
had sticking up his boy pussy, then doing a sloppy dive into the lake.
"This feels so cool he said as he came to the surface, it's like being
in the hot tub with lots more room to swim."
"What's that up your ass," I asked?
"A plug I wear sometimes," he said.
"Oh," I said diving down below the surface, and as I swam up to him, I
took hold of his boy toy lightly. He sank underwater reaching for my toy,
to my surprise he put the end into his mouth sucking hard on the piss slit.
We swam for a good 15 minutes then I pulled myself up onto the canvas tramp
saying "I was going to let the sun dry me off."
So out came Nick, as he looked at my nonexistent tan line, he commented
on it again. Then he said, "Gram always makes me put lots of suntan lotion
on."
"I can see why, look at all that super white skin that suit you wear
leaves behind."
"Can you put some lotion on me?" he asked as he lay face down on the
tramp.
I pulled out the tube of SPF 50 lotion and started to cover him with
it. "Sorry about rubbing your cutie little white butt, but it's so white
if I don't it will burn to a crisp."
"Go for it, you think I have a cute butt he asked?" "I'd rather have
you rub the lotion in than have it burn."
So, I rubbed several coats of lotion into his baby white globes of
flesh, all the while he was purring like a kitten. As I rubbed in the
lotion it accumulated all around the plug in his ass, I told him I was
going to pull his plug then rubbed over his wide-open rosebud several
times, telling him your butt hole is full of lotion, "Clean it out" he
said, so I stuck a finger inside his open butt hole, past the second joint
to clear it out, inside his perfect ass, he made a sharp air inhale, then
purred louder than before. When I was done with his backside, "Do you want
me to put this back in" I asked holding his plug up for him to see.
"No that's OK leave it out, it did what I wanted it to do," he said,
grinning at me, saying "You can put your finger back in any time you want
to, or anything else that comes to mind." I had him roll over, covered him
down to his peach fuzz then did his legs.
"You missed a bunch," he said.
"Oh, I figured you'd want to do the rest yourself."
"No, you already stuck your finger up my ass, and you grabbed my dick,
I mean toy yesterday, and again today, you might as well do my toy for as
long as you want, please," he said, turning the nicest shade of pink as he
asked.
"Are you sure," I asked, please was his only response? So, I spent
six or seven minutes working the SPF 50 lotion into the rest of his tender
white skin, and then he added some of his own white goo onto his boy toy
area, saying "That's the biggest load I ever shot" as he tried to catch his
breath,
"Hay Pat, this may sound kind of strange but I, really like my balls
played with," he said.
"You told me that last night remember?" I just kept working the white
lotion into his flesh till it was gone and filed the bit about him liking
his balls played with in the back of my mind, his 5-inch+ cut boy toy never
went limp.
"I said now just lay there and get some sun," I said, as he asked "Can
I feel yours again? "
"I suppose so, seeing as I played with yours." He gently touched the
tip of my man toy with his fingertip, "Just wrap your hand around it I told
him, and get a good feel."
"Oh, I know how to do this," he said, quickly starting to jack me off
slowly as my man toy grew to its full 7.5 inches.
"Shit, I don't know if I can get that monster into my mouth, but I Shure
would like to try."
"How many have you sucked on I asked?"
"Only Gramps, and the neighbor's kid," "Oh shit I'm not supposed to say
that to anyone, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't embarrass you," he said.
"No, I'm not surprised you and Gramps are playing, and you told me that
at the pool remember," I said as I turned over laying on my stomach.
"We play in the hot tub mostly," Nick said smiling, as he placed his
hand on my ass, slowly pushing a finger into my man pussy. I ignored his
attempt to get into my ass, then he started playing with my balls . "Don't
squeeze too hard or I may have to go after your nuts" I told him.
All Nick said was, "Thank you, please," then, as I said on the raft, "I
love having my nuts played with."
I had such a massive hard on I rolled into the water, thinking this kid
is not as innocent as everyone kept telling me. Maybe those comments from
his gramps were a hint or indication this kid is sexually active somehow.
Then I thought maybe hell, this boy is sexually active. He was almost
asleep when I climbed back aboard so I rested on the other half of the
tramp, waiting for the afternoon wind to start. I did lightly play with
his nuts, rubbing them around in his smooth sac.
He rolled over, holding his engorged boy toy smiling saying "That was
nice," then saying he was hungry, so we dug into the feast his gram made
for us. After we ate, I put more lotion all over him, this time I bent
over him dangling my man toy inches from his face, he held my toy while I
worked on his front side, smelling it several times.
The wind started blowing lightly so Nick put his lifejacket and harness
on to walk the hull as we sailed to the far side of the lake. He stood
behind me several times humping his boy toy on my back, but I ignored him
letting him dribble his boy juice down my back and do pretty much whatever
he wanted.
About two-thirds of the way back to their place I luffed the boat
telling him to put his wetsuit back on and had him tie the arms around his
waist so only the bottom half was covered, I put on my suit and Lifejacket
too. We made it back to the dock by five pm, six hours after we left. We
took the boat apart; the sail and boom were placed in the drying rack and
we carried all the gear up to the house.
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Subject: HARRY POTTER AND THE WHIMSICAL INVOCATIONS - PART ONE
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part One
© Van T Z Boi 2016
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Harry Potter stretched out in the steamy bath, `it's not really
stealing,' he told himself, `it's just adjusting,' and he sank beneath the
sudsy foam and emerged dripping wet and honestly hot. It was almost the
last week of the summer holidays; today the Weasley's were picking him up
from the Dursley residence and letting him stay with them for the final
week before returning to school. On the journey back to the Burrows, they
would be stopping off in Diagon Alley to obtain everything he needed for
his next term at Hogwart's. The list had been sent to Mrs Weasley as it
would have most certainly have got lost should his Uncle Vernon get his
grubby hands on it so Harry did not know what was required but he was
looking forward to seeing Ron his best friend and the other Weasley's.
The sweltering bath was a rare luxury for him; normally he got the last
lukewarm dregs left in the boiler once everyone else had been through the
bathroom. Uncle Vernon had worked out exactly how much hot water there was
and had set the system timer so that by the time Harry got to use the
bathroom, there would be very little hot water left. Harry had however
worked out a way to get around Uncle Vernon's nasty craftiness. It was his
holiday duty to get up before the others and cook the breakfast. Harry did
not mind that, it gave him some alone time with Hedwig who would perch on
the rail of a chair and watch him, chirruping if the bacon needed turning,
or the toast was done or the eggs were burning. As he worked away Harry got
used to the sound of the gas boiler lighting as the timer became operative;
one morning Harry had been sharing an early slice of toast with Hedwig when
he saw the timer light up, being inquisitive he had gone to investigate and
discovered that the timer had a button which allowed an extra hour on the
time. Harry saved that knowledge up and on a couple of occasions had used
it to get a hot shower; it had meant running off and therefore wasting the
rest of the hot water, but this had to be done so that when Uncle Vernon
checked the water would run barely lukewarm if not cold. Today as he was
due to join the Weasley's he had asked if instead of a shower he could have
a bath. Uncle Vernon had smiled evilly when he said `yes,' but Harry
knowing the way his uncles' mind worked had made sure the boiler was on for
a longer time; he had also made sure the button was off when he left the
kitchen to take his bath. The Dursely's all searing pink from a hot
scrubbing sat grinning at him as they tucked into the large Saturday
morning breakfast that Harry had deliberately cooked, it would help keep
their minds of his bath and guaranteed him a little extra alone time. "Do
enjoy your bath," Uncle Vernon had sneered at him as he left the kitchen
but Harry had pinched himself to make him forget about saying anything that
might give himself away.
Harry stood up to begin scrubbing his skin; he wanted to wash every
molecule of his stay with the Dursley's from his entire body and he reached
for the large sponge ready for the rough scouring to clean his skin of
anything remotely Dursely. As he started to rub the sponge against his arm
he heard his cousin Dudley coming up the stairs, his heavy fat tread was
easily heard through the closed and locked bathroom door. Harry was not
worried when he heard Dudley turn the doorknob. `He can rattle it as much
as he likes,' thought Harry; he had already made sure the door lock had not
been tampered with. Harry was therefore very surprised and not a little
annoyed when after the rattling began, there came a strange scratching and
then the door flew open and there stood Dudley with a screwdriver in his
hand and the unscrewed lock in the other. Harry turned in horror as Dudley
stood in the door way.
"You, you," he shouted lost for words. He saw Dudley look at him and
then a strange red colour shaded Dudley already crimson face.
"Dad, dad," he screamed and he flung down the screwdriver and the lock
and fell on the floor banging his hands and feet in a typical Dudley temper
tantrum. As the sound of Dudley's outburst vibrated through the house,
Uncle Vernon flew up the stairs and arrived panting furiously at the open
doorway with a huffing Aunt Petunia not far behind.
"What have you done this time you horrible, horrible miserable excuse
for a child," he had glared at Harry who transfixed by the sudden turn of
events was still standing naked in the bath, soap in one hand and the
sponge in the other. Uncle Vernon had stood over Dudley, his girth made it
difficult to bend down and between venomous looks in Harry's direction, he
had tried to comfort Dudley. "Now son what's the matter, come on you can
tell your old dad. What's that horrid wizard boy done to you, are you hurt,
have you broken something?"
Aunt Petunia had also arrived on the scene; she knelt by Dudley's
sobbing head and tried to get his attention. "There, there my sweet, come
along tell poor mumsy what's the matter and daddy will sort that dreadful
Harry out." She too shot murderous looks at Harry who still stood immobile,
still dripping drops of water, totally mesmerized by the turn of events.
"It's not fair," screamed Dudley, "it's not fair, it's just not fair,"
he sobbed repeatedly.
Uncle Vernon bent over, turned his head towards Harry and glared at him,
"What have you done to my darling boy?" he screeched malevolently before
once again bleating at Dudley, "Tell me boy, tell me please what's
happened. What's that dreadful wizardling done to you?"
Dudley began to recover and still kicking and banging he managed to
point one finger at Harry and shout, "It's not fair, all the boys in my
year have got them and I haven't and now Harry has them," he banged his
head on the soft carpet, "He's younger than me too. It's not right. It's
must be all his fault; he must have magicked me somehow."
Aunt Petunia stroked Dudley's head, a puzzled look on her face, "What
dear is it that Harry's has got that you haven't?" She looked at Harry
still frozen to the spot and scowled at him.
"Come along my beautiful boy, you are talking nonsense, that horrid
child has nothing you can't have. Your mother and I have made sure of
that," Uncle Vernon tried to reach down to console his son and almost
falling grabbed the doorway to stop himself from squashing Dudley.
Dudley lifted his bloated crying face upwards towards his father and
sobbed, "Hairs, Harry has got hairs. Look!" he pointed at Harry's body.
"Oh," said Vernon a light dawning in his pig like brain as he put
together where Dudley's finer was pointing and the recent `talks' he had
with Dudley.
"Hairs, what hairs," Petunia was even more confused.
"You told me that it was because I was special that I hadn't got my
hairs yet," Dudley was in full flow again, "You said that the Dursley
family were famous for getting a full bush rather than the slow growth that
other's get," Dudley gave his father as bitter a look as he often gave
Harry, "and now Harry's got his and I haven't. His mother was my aunt so
she's family too, so where are my hairs?"
Petunia looked at her husband, "Vernon?" she looked totally confounded
and lost.
Vernon blushed heavily, his face going from Turkish bath pink to
hormonally embarrassed red. He was now the colour of a `Stop
Sign'. "Hrrmmmph," he cleared his throat and looked at his wife, "Petunia
this is man's stuff," he said giving her a look and indicating with his
head that she should leave.
"Vernon what," was as far as she got.
"Petunia, I SAID THIS IS MAN STUFF," Vernon shouted and leaning close to
her distraught face which lucky enough was as far as he could bend,
whispered in her ear the word that Harry with his keen ears heard clearly,
"Puberty."
"Oh," Petunia's mouth was as round as the letter she uttered. In a trice
she blushed, not as red as her husband but enough to give a tropical
setting sun competition. "This is for your father to deal with," she spoke
coldly to Dudley before getting to her feet and disappearing downstairs;
momentarily the television could be heard loudly through the closed living
room door.
"Dudley get up; this is no way for an adolescent Dursley to behave,"
Vernon was oddly firm with Dudley, "and as for you," he gave Harry a
recognisable, `I'll deal with you later' look, "cover yourself up and hide
that miserable disgusting excuse for a body." At that the door slammed shut
and Vernon squawked as the door swung open on the hinges and hit him on the
extended hand. "What the," he spluttered and then saw the detached lock and
the screwdriver lying on the floor. "You can repair this after you've
finished," he thundered at Harry and grabbing some toilet paper he wedged
the door shut, muttering deadly threats under his breath, as he secured the
door. Harry could just about hear Vernon's pleading voice as he walked the
unhappy Dudley away, "Look its nothing, he's only got the fewest of tiny,
tiny hairs, it's probably a mole, you know how horrible wizards are; all
warty and hairy. Perhaps we ought to consult a specialist, make sure that
everything of yours down there is working," was all Harry heard before
Dudley's bedroom door closed.
`Hairs,' Harry thought and turned to look at the bathroom mirror, which
had to be large, in fact extremely large; well mostly because the Dursley's
themselves were extremely large. He saw Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter
he had seen since he grew up, the untidy, now wet black hair, the star
shaped scar on his forehead, the flat chest with the two pink boy nipples,
the flat stomach with just a little plumpness on the hips and the slightly
protruding belly button. His eyes travelled downwards and then he saw,
"Hairs," he said excitedly and now looked down at his real self. `Hairs' he
thought excitedly, `I have hairs.'
Harry was not a complete fool, he had attended and listened to the
lessons on growing up; it was just a surprise that this expected change in
his body had happened without him realising it and it must have happened
over the holidays because Ron or one of his other friends would have
noticed as they showered, maybe even a member of his Quidditch team would
have pointed them out in the changing room. `Perhaps it was because the
Dursley's kept me so busy working I would fall asleep the minute I got into
bed and Uncle Vernon would hustle him through his morning ablutions as work
was always waiting, so I never noticed, never had time to notice?' He
examined his groin, pulling carefully at the fine black hairs that had to
him suddenly almost magically appeared. `There aren't that many really,' he
thought but, `I have hairs,' a big smile spread across his face.
The bathroom door banged open and Uncle Vernon bounced through. He
strode up to the bath and wagged a finger at Harry. "If I find you've had a
hand in delaying Dudley's natural development," he said viciously and then
he paused and sniffed the air. His bulbous nose sniffed again and a third
time. A calculating look crossed his face and he leaned over and put a fat
finger in the bathwater, "How come this water is so hot?" he spluttered,
his face boiling over into a deeper crimson.
"I' er, I don't know," Harry scrunched against the far tiled wall adding
lamely, "Isn't it supposed to be hot. Shouldn't bathwater be hot?"
"Have you, you know what I mean?" Uncle Vernon leaned dangerously over
the steamy bath.
Harry shrank even further against the tiles. "No, no I wouldn't have,
didn't," he squeaked.
Uncle Vernon looked at him, he had know Harry most of his life and
whilst he had his suspicions about where the hot water had come from he was
sure Harry was not lying to him about using magic to heat the water. He
also knew that Harry was unlikely to be the cause of Dudley's lack of
maturity. If anything, it was probably due to the amount of sweet things he
continually ate and the lack of hard exercise. If he was honest with
himself the same thing had happened to him growing up; the difference was
that the kids of today were more self conscious about bodily changes. "Get
a move on your wizard friends will be here soon." Vernon sneered and
stomped from the bathroom to check the timer, `He's managed to get hot
water somehow,' he said to himself, `and without using that dratted magic
of his,' confused and suspecting some sort of trickery he hurried
downstairs.
Harry relaxed, he knew Vernon would not find anything wrong with the
timer, `it's just if he works out what those plus and minus buttons are
for.' He finished his interrupted scrub, taking a little more care between
his legs as he did not want to pull any of his new precious possessions
out. Upstairs in his bedroom he dressed quickly, noticing that his slightly
grey underpants fitted a little too tightly. He had noticed this before but
put it down to Aunt Petunia deliberately altering the washing machine to
very hot wash and shrinking them that way, now he was sorry for thinking so
badly of her. `I must have grown,' he told himself; knowing that it was a
different type of `growing,' his jeans also fitted snugly. In fact when he
looked down there was the start of a bulge showing and his socks could be
seen between the end of his jeans and his shoes. `I have grown,' Harry
thought slightly shocked and miffed as he felt he had missed out on
something important. Hedwig's warning chirrup broke into his thoughts, `No
Ron and his family will be here any minute,' he realised and with a sudden
burst of energy frantically packed the last of his things. As the lid of
the large brown trunk closed a whooshing banging was heard at the back
door. Harry looked out his window, Mr and Mrs Wealsey stood in the middle
of the patio; a smoky cloud misting around them.
"Hello Harry," Molly Weasley waved up at Harry, "do get a move on boys."
Harry suddenly realised he was surrounded by a succession of carrot
topped Weasley heads as Ron, the twins Fred and George and even Percy were
grabbing at his possessions. Harry carrying Hedwig's cage followed the
Weasley version of the Red Sea into the back garden. Of Dudley there was no
sign, Aunt Petunia hid behind the vastness of her husband's stomach; Uncle
Vernon was glowing positively purple as he viewed the horde of Weasley's
tramping across the lawn that Harry had mowed every second day that summer.
"I trust your Uncle and Aunt looked after you very well," said Molly
giving Vernon and Petunia a sharp look. Vernon was about to speak and then
he pursed his lips and said nothing. "Do say goodbye Harry," added Molly,
"I know You have proper manners."
Harry befuddled with the speed of his departure, said "Good," which was
a far as he got before a cloud of blackish smoke arose and he and the
Weasley's disappeared. Choking he stumbled, finding his feet after a
coughing moment before standing up in the Leaky Cauldron Inn in Diagon
Alley. As the smoke cleared Arthur Weasley stood puzzled.
"Your uncle ought to keep his chimney cleaner," he said disapprovingly
as he dusted of the grimy soot on his clothes, creating a further cloud of
choking dust.
"Wh, wh, what chimney?" coughed Harry.
"The one in the garden over the outdoor kitchen," Molly Weasley also
coughed.
"That's not a chimney," spluttered Harry, "it's a vent for the
barbeque."
"Oh," smiled Arthur Weasley, "I'll never understand these muggle
things." He shook his head and scratched another clump of sooty dust from
his darkened locks.
"Er where are my things?" asked Harry looking around.
"Perce has taken them back home. Old clevercloggs has already got his
stuff for school," announced Fred or was it George, Harry was still having
trouble telling them apart.
"Well they're mostly Bill's hand-me-down's," said the other Fred or
George.
"This way Weasley's," Molly Weasley's raised yellow umbrella set the
path to follow.
Diagon Alley was as usual very busy at this time of year what with all
the wizard schools about to re-open and the pathways were bustling with
crowds of people, many clutching bags and packages that Harry knew only too
well, `supplies for school,' thought Harry as he duly followed the yellow
umbrella. "Weasley's wait here," Mrs Weasley stopped outside Gringott's,
"Harry with Mr Weasley please," Molly directed her brood. Arthur
accompanied Harry inside Gringotts Bank where Harry withdrew funds to pay
for what he needed. Molly and the others now took him to Sparks and
Mincers, the outfitters.
"You've grown," Molly Weasley pursued her lips and picked out some new
school trousers for him. Harry picked up a pair of jeans but Mrs Wesley
made him put them back. "I can let down these hems," she authoritatively
and she pulled at Harry's crotch, "there's plenty of give here too."
"Underwear," Harry squeaked as Mrs Weasley caught the edge of his balls
with her fingers and a sharp pain made him hunch over.
"Oh sorry dear," she patted him on the back and slid her hand down and
yanked the back of Harry's jeans up, making the sharp pain
intensify. Pushing Harry's groaning head down; Harry could feel his glasses
slipping and put up a finger to keep them in place, Mrs Weasley now tugged
at the grey cotton, ignoring Harry's yelp she was looking closely at the
worn label, "Oh dearly me these won't do, won't do at all, don't worry
Harry, we'll get some new ones for you."
George or was it Fred held up a pair of overlarge yellow and blue
striped boxers, "These are all the rage Mum," he grinned.
"That's nothing to the rage you will be receiving if you don't behave
yourself Fred," stated Mrs Weasley as she held up a pair of bright red
briefs against Harry's groin. "These are nice, won't show the blood if you
get hurt in a Quidditch match," she muttered to herself, "hmm, could get a
pair for Bill, wouldn't show dragon blood either; hmmm, make him a nice
Christmas present."
Ron was fingering a pair of dark blue briefs, they had a white line
outlining the fly, "er, these look nice mum," he said a little enviously.
Molly picked them up and held them against a reddening much embarrassed
Harry, "They'll need to expand," she spoke thinking aloud, "he's hit a
growing spurt." She picked up several different sized pairs, "George,
Fred," the twins appeared alongside her, "here take these and Harry to the
fitting room, see which gives him growing room." She turned to Harry;
"unless you'd prefer me to go with you?" she smiled at Harry.
"Oh, er no Mrs Weasley I am sure these will be fine," said a blushing
Harry picking up another bundle of mixed briefs.
"Nonsense my boy," she beamed at him, "you must have proper clothes,
can't have Harry Potter running round looking like an urchin."
"Come on Harry," Fred grabbed him adding softly, "she'll go on for hours
if you don't try something on. George will get some more fashionable ones
for you," he added sympathetically.
Harry was about to say that he wasn't all that bothered about fashion
but Fred had dragged him towards the fitting rooms so he decided to just go
with the flow, besides he was anxious to ease the constriction around his
groin where Molly's actions had given him a wedgie and he was conscious his
balls ached painfully.
Inside the fitting room Harry dropped his jeans and Fred saw his grey
briefs. "Mum will have a fit when she sees those," he said, "I had a pair
of real proper dark grey ones and she washed them white. I was furious, I
saved up for those, she only ever buys us the basic cotton white ones."
Harry recalling Ron's longing for the fancy blue briefs decided he would
try and make sure a pair of those were bought, `I'll give them to Ron,' he
thought and then another idea hit him. "Why don't you and George pick out
some ones you'd like?" he suggested, "Your mother won't notice the
different sizes and we can sort them out in Hogwarts dorm."
"Your ace Harry," grinned Fred, "but let's see which ones fit you
first." Fred knelt down and pulled Harry's briefs down. For a moment Harry
was concerned but he recalled that he had often changed around Fred and
George as they had with him, only then he hadn't been aware of, `hairs' he
told himself. He stepped out of his briefs and Fred picked up the first
pair he brought with him. "Okay Harry let's try these," he said and Harry
felt the soft touch of new cotton on his legs. "Up we," Fred stopped
talking and moving. Harry looked down to see Fred looking at him between
the legs. "Harry," said Fred excitement in his voice, "you've got hairs."
"Er, yeah," muttered Harry but Fred was already up on his feet and
heading out the door.
"George," he heard Fred call, "come and see this," Harry stood semi
naked in the changing room feeling embarrassed and foolish with the briefs
hanging halfway down his thighs. Moments later the twins reappeared and one
presumably Fred lifted Harry's shirt and pointed, "see," he said quietly
proud.
The other twin which had to be George bent down and studied Harry's
groin, "Yeah those are definitely hairs." He looked up at Harry, "Hairy
Harry," he giggled. Harry reddened even more. George looked at Fred, "We
need to rethink what to get now."
"Not only that," Fred told George of Harry's offer.
"Your ace Harry," George slapped Harry on his bare bum, it made a loud
retort in the quiet room.
Harry was once again left to his own devices as the twins disappeared
back into the store. He picked up one pair of briefs, they were light blue
with a dark blue waistband and tried them on. He posed in front of the
mirror lifting his shirt to see how his bulge looked now.
"Harry?" he looked around at the unexpected whisper, Ron's head poked
through the curtain.
"Ron?" Harry said puzzled.
Ron stepped through, "Is it true what Fred said?" he asked.
"Er," Harry stuttered.
"Have you really got your hairs?" Ron spoke with that trace of jealousy
again. Harry nodded not wishing to upset his friend more. "Can I see?" Ron
knelt down and before Harry could do or say anything his briefs were tugged
down and now Ron was studying his groin. He felt a pull on his hairs.
"Hey," he said sharply, "that hurts."
"Sorry," Ron was truly apologetic, "but why didn't you tell me first?"
he said aggrieved, "We're best friends. You should have told me before
Fred".
`I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it with all the trouble this
discovery has given me,' Harry thought.
"Come on baldy, out you go, we hairy men have work to do," Fred
reappeared with George right behind him, they carried a small pile of
varied undergarments.
"I'll explain later Ron," said Harry pleadingly as Ron was whisked out
of the room. Some ten minutes later Fred and George had made their and
Harry's choices, Harry just managing to slip the ones Ron had liked into
the pile. Mrs Weasley intent on some vests and shirts for Harry gave the
pile hardly a glance, as far as she was concerned boys never had enough
pants.
Outside the shop Mrs Weasley called them together, "I have to chase down
some clothes for my lot now," she directed her comment at Harry. "So I'll
leave you with Fred and George," she looked at the twins whose big grin of
a smile paled at her look, "who will take you to get some sweets which will
not be eaten until you are on the train to Hogwarts. After that make your
way to the Leaky Cauldron where we will all meet up for lunch before
flooing home. No side trips down Knockturn Alley or anywhere else. IS THAT
CLEAR," she spoke pointedly. The twins and Harry nodded.
As Fred and George mulled over their choice of delights in the Sweet
Academy Harry at last managed to explain everything to Ron.
"But why did Dudley want to get into the bathroom anyway?" asked Ron.
Harry was floored, "You know I don't know. Once he saw me naked and saw
my hairs he went into one and it all went pie eyed from there."
"But Harry," Ron spoke breathlessly, "you've got hairs."
"Yeah," grinned Harry, somehow it felt better talking it over with his
best friend. "Come on let's celebrate," he added producing a Golden
Galleon. "And these won't have to wait until we go to Hogwarts." Fred and
George were still discussing their choices so Harry and Ron decided to walk
to the Leaky Cauldron. As was usual the pair were distracted by the huge
window display of Nimbus 2000's and the latest updates. Harry's mind was
drawn to the double saddle which could be added to the broomstick for long
trips and allowed two people to sit comfortably on the broom, or luggage
could be securely carried. "Hmmm,' thought Harry, `if there was a problem
getting to Hogwarts that could be useful,' he turned to speak to Ron but
Ron had disappeared. Harry was not worried this was usual behaviour in
Diagon Alley where any number of exciting windows or stalls which operated
during the weeks leading up to a return to school could have attracted Ron
who was just a little bit jealous of Harry's infatuation with his
broomstick. Harry looked around for Ron's spiky carrot topped head and
thought he saw it a couple of yards away. Knowing better than to shout
against the noise in Diagon Alley he followed the red haired figure
intending to catch up with Ron. Diagon Alley however worked against his
intention and somehow with the movement of the surging crowds Harry found
himself turning into one of the other alleys. He was just about to push
back into the crowd when he saw the flash of red hair turn into one of the
shops. Harry hurried to catch Ron and stepped inside the door. He found
himself in a rather dusty and musty smelling bookshop. Harry looked for Ron
but saw no red haired figure anywhere. He was just about to leave when he
heard a familiar voice.
"Are you sure you haven't got a copy?" `That's Draco's voice,' thought
Harry and he moved closer to the sound. He took a quick glance round a
large bookcase and he saw a hooded figure bending low over the counter
talking to the person behind the counter who by his size and odd shaped
ears had to be a goblin.
"No, no sir," the goblin said in his croaky voice, "Sassoon's Spells for
Debonair Coiffures' is long out of print. I haven't heard of one being
available in years. One copy did appear briefly on Wizbay but it sold quite
quickly, most booksellers had doubt about its' authenticity as the picture
displayed showed the cover with a modern typeface rather than Antiquated
which was the common font used when it was originally printed."
"I know it was a fake," Harry heard Draco hiss, "look what one of the
bloody spells did to my hair." Harry just had to look; he again peeked
around the bookcase and saw Draco was the figure bending over, not only
that but the hood had been drawn back. Harry gaped in amazement; Draco's
pure white hair was an astonishing colour of red, a truly Weasley red
too. "The spell was supposed to accentuate my highlights making them glow
with the beauty of the sun, not turn every hair on my head redder than
Jupiter's spot," Draco slammed his hand down angrily on the counter.
"I'm sorry Master Malfoy," even Harry could hear the suppressed laughter
in the goblin's voice, "I cannot help you with your, er, colourful
problem. Surely your father would know of someone who could assist."
"Listen to me you poor excuse for a hog-goblin. My father must never
know about this," Draco hissed, "and if he finds out and if I find you were
the one who told him, then."
"Draco Malfoy what do you think you are doing," Harry shrank down as
another familiar voice cut across Draco's, he edged further back along the
bookcase wishing he had his invisibility cloak to hide behind. He heard the
familiar swish of a cape and then Snape spoke again, "Really Malfoy,
threatening a wretched Knockturn Alley hob-goblin bookseller, somewhat
beneath a member of the Malfoy family, isn't it. I am sure your father
would not be amused if he were to hear of this sort of un Malfoy like
behaviour."
"But sir, my hair," squeaked Draco.
"Hmm and I am sure your father would also not approve of your
transposition into one of the wretched Weasley brood. I assume you are the
victim of some prank if I overheard correctly," Snape's tone had a hint of
amusement in it, Harry thought. "It might be easier Draco if we, sorry I
helped you discover the true author of the book you purchased. I am sure
once that person has been revealed, he or she would be most happy to
provide a reversal spell. It was probably a scam to con gullible vain
wizards out of their hard earned Galleon's anyway."
"Oh yes," Draco sighed, "I should have thought of that."
"Indeed you should have boy. I am ashamed that a prospective head of
Slytherin House could find himself in such a dilemma and worse could not
think of the easiest solution. I think I will have to provide you with
extra lessons on your return to Hogwarts; in the forlorn hope of getting
you to use the part of your brain that actually thinks, in the meantime
follow me," the cape swished loudly, "there is a discreet WizWebcafe
nearby. I am confident we can locate the scam wizard quite easily, no doubt
he relies on the revenue silly vain hormone crazy young wizards like you
provide," Snape stopped speaking and sniffed the air, "are you alone Draco,
only I swear I can smell the distinctive aroma of another Hogwarts
student?"
"Sir, Goyle and Crabbe are keeping watch for me outside," whimpered
Draco.
"Hmm well that probably explains it. Come along we have work to do to
get you back to normal or hopefully better than normal," Snape snapped.
"You won't tell my father, will you sir? Please sir, I'll do anything
you want if you don't say anything about this," Draco's frantic babyish
appeals to Snape continued as the pair left the shop. Harry let out a long
pent up breath.
"And what do you want?" Harry looked up from where he was crouching. The
wizened face of the hob-goblin bookseller looked ugly and
threatening. Harry scrambled to his feet and scrabbled at one of the dusty
books piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf.
"Ah this is what I was searching for," Harry assumed an authoritative
air and handed the book to the goblin.
"I'll pack it up for you," the hob-goblin peered closer at Harry, "do I
know you?"
Harry quickly removed his glasses and smothered his hair over the tell
tale scar, "No I don't think so, do I look like I would associate with
lowlife hob-goblins?" he retorted with a bravado he didn't feel.
"Hrrmph," muttered the goblin and hobbled off to the counter, "I'll wrap
this up for you," he said, "that will be five Galleons please."
Harry delved into his pocket for his money, `that's torn a hole in my
spending money,' he thought and wondered if he could sell the book
somewhere else before he returned to Hogwarts. He stopped, "Two," he
demanded thinking `I need to look like I know what I'm doing in a Knockturn
Alley bookshop.
"Four," the bookseller, drummed his scaly fingers on the counter. The
sound very like squeakly chalk on a blackboard, Harry felt a chilling
shiver run down his back.
"Two," Harry replied summoning up his courage and looked the bookseller
directly in the eyes.
The squeaking stopped, "I'll wrap it for you sir," the cowed hob-goblin
shuffled away and Harry breathed a silent breath of relief.
Leaving the dusty shop, clutching the grimy brown paper package in his
hand and intent on getting quickly away from Knockturn Alley he headed
towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry ducked down as he passed the windows of
the WizWebCafe. He had no intention of running into Draco or his cohorts
much less Snape and did not even try to look into the dusty window.
"Oh there you are Harry, come along lunch has been ordered," Molly
Weasley pushed him towards the back room where the rest of the Weasley's
were already eating, "Not as good as mine," sighed Molly as she sat down,
"but then I haven't had to do all the work so it's nice once in a while to
eat out."
Harry sat down beside Ron and placed the brown paper package on the
table. "What's that?" mumbled Ron with his mouth half full of chips.
"Oh just a book I thought I might need," Harry slid the book so it lay
beside him on the bench seat where it was out of Ron's sight. He tucked
into his own meal hoping that Ron would forget about it. "Where did you get
to?" he asked further changing the subject.
"Fred called me back in to decide how many Chocolate Frogs we could
afford," Ron stuffed more chips in his mouth, "you had your nose pressed up
against the broomstick's and never replied to his invitation to join us,"
Ron speared a sausage with his fork, "these bangers are quite tasty," he
guzzled the whole sausage into his mouth.
"Ron please," Molly Weasley reprimanded him.
Harry lay back on his bed in Ron's room in the Burrows and smiled, it
had been a good day. He hadn't told Ron about Draco's hair as he knew Snape
could be vindictive where his Slytherin boys were concerned. He decided to
keep the secret to himself for the moment.
"Boys, boys where are you?" Mrs Weasley's voice sounded clear and
especially loud, "Down here all of you, now!"
Harry and Ron trooped into the kitchen, Fred and George were already
sitting there and Percy was standing beside his mother with a huge
self-satisfied grin on his face. Mrs Weasley held a parchment in her hand,
the Hogwarts logo could clearly be seen on the back. The look on her face
was warning enough. "This has only just arrived from Hogwarts. I cannot
understand how it was delayed," Percy's grin broadened, "but it lists your
shortcomings," she glared balefully at the Twins and Ron and then at Harry,
"Well I'm not surprised at you three but Harry, it says you are in danger
of failing your Potions exam," `Blast Snape' Harry thought, "It says here
you must, should have made up your studies during the holidays, so I am
afraid any plans you may have made for this last week are now cancelled,"
the Twins and Ron and Harry groaned.
"It's not fair, homework during the summer holidays," complained Ron.
"And whose fault is that Ronald Weasley," his mother rounded on him,
"you should follow Percy's example, his end of term report was stunning."
Percy's smile threatened to meet around the back of his head.
"Bookswot," said Fred.
"Spellswot," added George.
Mrs Weasley clicked her fingers and a number of schoolbooks floated
towards the table, "Now I'm afraid you are going to have to start studying
now, to make up for the time we lost during the summer break. Now sit
boys," the chairs behind Ron and Harry moved capturing them as they fell
backwards, "you can study for an hour now and then after supper if you have
worked hard enough you can practice your Quidditch manoeuvres," the books
slammed down on the tabletop with loud slapping sound. "and to make sure
you keep working I am going to put Percy in charge," Mrs Weasley patted
Percy on the back.
Percy's huge grin disappeared, "But mum," he pleaded.
"I know I can trust you to keep your brother's in order Percy," smiled
Mrs Weasley, "I am sure Harry will be no bother at all." She picked up the
brown paper packages, "Harry these can go into your trunk until you get to
Hogwarts," the packages floated up the stairs and she brushed her hands and
looked at the row of unhappy faces. "Get to work," she said. A chorus of
groans followed her out of the door as she headed outside to the sunny
garden. The sound of gnomes whirling through the air soon echoed through
the open window.
"It's not fair," Ron said softly to Harry.
"I'll bet Percy had something to do with the delay on that letter from
Hogwarts," whispered George.
"Just the sort of thing he would do," added Fred.
Harry opened his book whilst Percy glowered in the corner.
The rest of the week passed in dreary studying and tiring Quidditch
broomstick practices with the occasional garden gnome clearing
sessions. All in all however Harry enjoyed being in the chaotic Weasley
household, one of the better benefits was not having to get up early and
cook, Mrs Weasley was an awesome provider of fodder for studying students
and aspiring Quidditch players. Not only that, there was also a ready
supply of hot water under which Harry luxuriated in both in the morning
before breakfast and evening after Quidditch practice. Before he knew it he
was ensconced on the Hogwarts Express and on his way back to school.
"I never thought I'd say it but I'm glad the last week of the holidays
is over," said Ron moodily as he munched one of Mrs Weasley doorstep
sandwiches.
Harry was unpacking his trunk along with Ron and Neville Longbottom and
Seamus Finnegan in their shared dormitory when he found the parcel of
briefs and underneath those the wrapped book. `I forgot about that,' he
thought as he lifted out the top parcel of underwear. Recalling Ron's
desire he undid the package and shyly handed the dark blue pair to
Ron. "Here Ron," he said quietly, "I got you these."
"Cor, oh wow Harry, you're ace," shouted Ron and quickly stripped of his
trousers and patched white briefs which while obviously had seen better
times were a brilliant Mrs Weasley white. Ron slipped the dark blue briefs
on and capered around the dorm, Neville and Seamus looking at him with open
mouthed looks. Harry thought that Ron actually looked good in the dark blue
briefs with the white lines, `the blue goes well with his red hair,' Harry
decided.
"What's going on with Ron?" Neville spoke for himself and Seamus.
"I had to get some new clothes `cos I grew over the summer," explained
Harry, "and well Ron took a fancy to those underpants and well you know Mrs
Weasley," he said.
"My mother won't let me wear boxers yet," Seamus added his own
pennyworth, "she say's I've got to grow much bigger."
"Harry's got hairs," announced Ron; Harry felt three pairs of eyes
looking at him.
"Let's see?" Neville and Seamus spoke in unison.
"Hey can't it wait until bedtime," said Harry and then fell back on the
bed as his three friends leaped on him. Harry struggled but the three were
too much for him and he found Neville holding him down on one side with Ron
on the other. Seamus was straddled over him.
"Come on Seamus," Neville held Harry's right arm, "take his trousers
off."
Seamus reached for Harry's jeans and then he shook his head, "Nah I
can't do this."
`Thank goodness,' thought Harry and then he opened his wide in horror as
it must be said so did Ron and Neville as Seamus brandished his wand.
"No!!!!!!!" all three screamed in united expectation as Seamus waved his
wand.
"Removus hoses," chanted Seamus, a flash from Seamus's wand flew towards
Harry and Harry tensed. The three on the bed froze and then looked on
almost in disbelief as the flash hit one of the lenses of Harry's
spectacles and bounced back towards Seamus.
Seamus screeched as he found himself floating in mid air as his own
jeans unzipped and slid of his stockinged feet, his white briefs with
little green leprechaun hats on zoomed down his legs and danced around the
room with his jeans. Seamus quickly moved his hands to cover himself and
forgetting he had his wand in his hand hit himself right between the legs,
with another painful cry he curled forward and went head over heels
spinning slowly round and round, his lily white backside coming into full
view as his shirt-tail flapped in the breeze. He continued to spin his
hands clutched around his balls.
"Oh Seamus," the three groaned together and Neville let go of Harry and
moved to assist the spinning boy wizard.
"Oh I feel sick and my balls hurt," groaned Seamus as Neville finally
brought him to a stop and yanked him back down to earth.
Ron looked at Harry, "You might as well show them or," he spoke in
Harry's ear, "we can let Seamus have another go."
"Okay, okay, I know when I'm beat," Harry submitted and unzipped his
jeans and pulled down his now Mrs Weasley white briefs. Seamus still semi
naked and Neville peered at Harry's groin area as Harry lay on the bed, his
jeans and briefs down by his ankles and his shirt pulled up above his
stomach.
"They are real aren't they?" posed Seamus as he plucked at one of the
thin pubes.
"Hey that hurts," cried Harry.
"Sorry," apologised Seamus and added, "they feel different to head
hair," he spoke to Neville.
"Do they," replied Neville and he too placed his hand on Harry's hairs
stroking them. "Yeah, not as silky as head hair," he said and Harry felt
his hand on his cock and balls. "His cock and balls are bigger than last
year, look compare them to yours Seamus."
Seamus slid up the bed so his groin was close to Harry's, "Yup, Harry's
is much bigger."
"Let me see?" asked Ron who was still sitting by Harry's head. He moved
closer, "So they are," Ron knelt up on the bed and yanked his new blue
briefs down, "I'm bigger than you Seamus," he stated, "but Harry's is
bigger than mine too." Everyone looked at Neville, "Well I'm not," he
started to say and then Seamus waved his wand at him, "All right, all right
then," Neville stood up and undressed to match everyone else, "Well?" he
asked pulling his shirt up, "I can't see myself from here," he added.
"Bigger than Seamus, smaller than Ron," said Harry who had the best
view. The others nodded. The dinner gong sounded and everyone quickly
dressed and headed for the hall.
Harry woke up, the moon beaming through the window as a billowing
curtain flashed across his eyes and he got up to close the curtain and shut
the window. He sat inside the curtain and gazed out over the rooftops of
Hogwarts. `I really feel at home here,' he said to himself and rested his
head on his hands as he stretched out on his front and peered out watching
the moonbeams light up the turrets and roof tiles. He thought about the
recent events and suddenly remembered the book he had bought. `I don't even
know its title or what it's about,' he thought and quietly fetched the
brown paper parcel that he had left with his other books. He headed down to
the common room where he could put on a light without disturbing anyone and
unwrapped the parcel and looked at the book.
The book was certainly old, the front was faded and the lettering very
difficult to read. `This typeface is hard to read,' Harry peered at the
dusty faded cover. "Invocations within for Sexual Whims' was printed in
bold type with, `Magical Love and Spells for Magical Lovers,' was the lower
sub-heading he finally made out, he also had to look very closely to read
the authors name, `by Cupid Priapus.' Harry pursed his lips in wonderment,
`Never heard of him,' he said to himself and carefully opened the book. The
flickering light from the open fire blazed and Harry felt the heat enfold
him, warming him, comforted he leaned against the sofa and stretched out
his toes to the flames.
`Warning,' Harry read, `do not proceed unless you are prepared to enjoy
and celebrate the unique properties and sensual joys of the lingam,' Harry
scratched his head, `wonder what a lingam is,' and he turned the page. `How
to enhance your lingam,' he read, `Oh it looks like it makes your cock
bigger,' he deduced as he read the spell. `Should I?' he thought and then
quickly tiptoed upstairs to get his wand. Returning he removed his pyjama
bottoms and sat back on the sofa, again the fire wafted its heat towards
him. He reread the spell and noticed there were a number of options, `not
sure what all this means but I can try one, I'd better make sure I know how
to reverse anything,' Harry thought and made sure he could pronounce the
stopping or reversal spell, `now which level should I try?' he looked down
the list and chose one. Quietly he read out the spell, "Cupidius Erectus
Sextus,' and stroked the end of his wand along his slim teenage cock. He
held his breath and then an extraordinary warm feeling commenced between
his legs, `this is not coming from the fire,' he thought and as he watched
Harry saw his cock thicken and lengthen, the hairs spread and bushed around
his groin and his balls swelled and grew. `Fuck it must be six inches long
now,' he checked the spell, `Oh sextus must mean six not sexy,' Harry
thought, `this list must be for different sizes, Cor.' For a moment his
mind considered the possibilities, `a foot long cock, a yard of dong, a ten
foot, a twenty foot polevault of a knob,' his imagination throbbed with
visions of these large erect phalluses.
"Whose there," Harry heard a voice and looked up to see Percy Weasley
standing on the stairway to the dorms. `Bollocks, I'm in trouble now,'
thought Harry as he saw Percy `Mr Goody Two Shoes' Weasley looking down
disapprovingly as he sat there semi-naked, his magical teen cock sticking
up like a banner. "Harry Potter," Percy spoke in a self satisfied, `got ya
at last and boy are you in trouble' tone to his voice as he started down
the stairs, towards Harry Potter and his exposed boy cock. Harry shivered a
little as he saw the figure approach, `How much trouble am I in?" he asked
himself and he felt his newly grown cock twitch.
Percy rubbed his eyes and looked down at Harry. "Harry what are you
doing up at this time?" Percy moved further down the stairs, "Is anything
wrong?" Percy did not want Gryffindor to lose House points at the start of
the term. He got closer to Harry who was trying to hide his elongated cock
but his legs refused to close, if anything he was spreading them
wider. Harry fought for control and then looked up to see Percy standing
over him looking down at his bare groin. A strange look came over Percy's
face and Harry cringed waiting for Percy to do or say something.
END OF PART ONE
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Subject: HARRY POTTER AND THE WHIMSICAL INVOCATIONS - PART ONE
Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part One
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Harry Potter stretched out in the steamy bath, `it's not really
stealing,' he told himself, `it's just adjusting,' and he sank beneath the
sudsy foam and emerged dripping wet and honestly hot. It was almost the
last week of the summer holidays; today the Weasley's were picking him up
from the Dursley residence and letting him stay with them for the final
week before returning to school. On the journey back to the Burrows, they
would be stopping off in Diagon Alley to obtain everything he needed for
his next term at Hogwart's. The list had been sent to Mrs Weasley as it
would have most certainly have got lost should his Uncle Vernon get his
grubby hands on it so Harry did not know what was required but he was
looking forward to seeing Ron his best friend and the other Weasley's.
The sweltering bath was a rare luxury for him; normally he got the last
lukewarm dregs left in the boiler once everyone else had been through the
bathroom. Uncle Vernon had worked out exactly how much hot water there was
and had set the system timer so that by the time Harry got to use the
bathroom, there would be very little hot water left. Harry had however
worked out a way to get around Uncle Vernon's nasty craftiness. It was his
holiday duty to get up before the others and cook the breakfast. Harry did
not mind that, it gave him some alone time with Hedwig who would perch on
the rail of a chair and watch him, chirruping if the bacon needed turning,
or the toast was done or the eggs were burning. As he worked away Harry got
used to the sound of the gas boiler lighting as the timer became operative;
one morning Harry had been sharing an early slice of toast with Hedwig when
he saw the timer light up, being inquisitive he had gone to investigate and
discovered that the timer had a button which allowed an extra hour on the
time. Harry saved that knowledge up and on a couple of occasions had used
it to get a hot shower; it had meant running off and therefore wasting the
rest of the hot water, but this had to be done so that when Uncle Vernon
checked the water would run barely lukewarm if not cold. Today as he was
due to join the Weasley's he had asked if instead of a shower he could have
a bath. Uncle Vernon had smiled evilly when he said `yes,' but Harry
knowing the way his uncles' mind worked had made sure the boiler was on for
a longer time; he had also made sure the button was off when he left the
kitchen to take his bath. The Dursely's all searing pink from a hot
scrubbing sat grinning at him as they tucked into the large Saturday
morning breakfast that Harry had deliberately cooked, it would help keep
their minds of his bath and guaranteed him a little extra alone time. "Do
enjoy your bath," Uncle Vernon had sneered at him as he left the kitchen
but Harry had pinched himself to make him forget about saying anything that
might give himself away.
Harry stood up to begin scrubbing his skin; he wanted to wash every
molecule of his stay with the Dursley's from his entire body and he reached
for the large sponge ready for the rough scouring to clean his skin of
anything remotely Dursely. As he started to rub the sponge against his arm
he heard his cousin Dudley coming up the stairs, his heavy fat tread was
easily heard through the closed and locked bathroom door. Harry was not
worried when he heard Dudley turn the doorknob. `He can rattle it as much
as he likes,' thought Harry; he had already made sure the door lock had not
been tampered with. Harry was therefore very surprised and not a little
annoyed when after the rattling began, there came a strange scratching and
then the door flew open and there stood Dudley with a screwdriver in his
hand and the unscrewed lock in the other. Harry turned in horror as Dudley
stood in the door way.
"You, you," he shouted lost for words. He saw Dudley look at him and
then a strange red colour shaded Dudley already crimson face.
"Dad, dad," he screamed and he flung down the screwdriver and the lock
and fell on the floor banging his hands and feet in a typical Dudley temper
tantrum. As the sound of Dudley's outburst vibrated through the house,
Uncle Vernon flew up the stairs and arrived panting furiously at the open
doorway with a huffing Aunt Petunia not far behind.
"What have you done this time you horrible, horrible miserable excuse
for a child," he had glared at Harry who transfixed by the sudden turn of
events was still standing naked in the bath, soap in one hand and the
sponge in the other. Uncle Vernon had stood over Dudley, his girth made it
difficult to bend down and between venomous looks in Harry's direction, he
had tried to comfort Dudley. "Now son what's the matter, come on you can
tell your old dad. What's that horrid wizard boy done to you, are you hurt,
have you broken something?"
Aunt Petunia had also arrived on the scene; she knelt by Dudley's
sobbing head and tried to get his attention. "There, there my sweet, come
along tell poor mumsy what's the matter and daddy will sort that dreadful
Harry out." She too shot murderous looks at Harry who still stood immobile,
still dripping drops of water, totally mesmerized by the turn of events.
"It's not fair," screamed Dudley, "it's not fair, it's just not fair,"
he sobbed repeatedly.
Uncle Vernon bent over, turned his head towards Harry and glared at him,
"What have you done to my darling boy?" he screeched malevolently before
once again bleating at Dudley, "Tell me boy, tell me please what's
happened. What's that dreadful wizardling done to you?"
Dudley began to recover and still kicking and banging he managed to
point one finger at Harry and shout, "It's not fair, all the boys in my
year have got them and I haven't and now Harry has them," he banged his
head on the soft carpet, "He's younger than me too. It's not right. It's
must be all his fault; he must have magicked me somehow."
Aunt Petunia stroked Dudley's head, a puzzled look on her face, "What
dear is it that Harry's has got that you haven't?" She looked at Harry
still frozen to the spot and scowled at him.
"Come along my beautiful boy, you are talking nonsense, that horrid
child has nothing you can't have. Your mother and I have made sure of
that," Uncle Vernon tried to reach down to console his son and almost
falling grabbed the doorway to stop himself from squashing Dudley.
Dudley lifted his bloated crying face upwards towards his father and
sobbed, "Hairs, Harry has got hairs. Look!" he pointed at Harry's body.
"Oh," said Vernon a light dawning in his pig like brain as he put
together where Dudley's finer was pointing and the recent `talks' he had
with Dudley.
"Hairs, what hairs," Petunia was even more confused.
"You told me that it was because I was special that I hadn't got my
hairs yet," Dudley was in full flow again, "You said that the Dursley
family were famous for getting a full bush rather than the slow growth that
other's get," Dudley gave his father as bitter a look as he often gave
Harry, "and now Harry's got his and I haven't. His mother was my aunt so
she's family too, so where are my hairs?"
Petunia looked at her husband, "Vernon?" she looked totally confounded
and lost.
Vernon blushed heavily, his face going from Turkish bath pink to
hormonally embarrassed red. He was now the colour of a `Stop
Sign'. "Hrrmmmph," he cleared his throat and looked at his wife, "Petunia
this is man's stuff," he said giving her a look and indicating with his
head that she should leave.
"Vernon what," was as far as she got.
"Petunia, I SAID THIS IS MAN STUFF," Vernon shouted and leaning close to
her distraught face which lucky enough was as far as he could bend,
whispered in her ear the word that Harry with his keen ears heard clearly,
"Puberty."
"Oh," Petunia's mouth was as round as the letter she uttered. In a trice
she blushed, not as red as her husband but enough to give a tropical
setting sun competition. "This is for your father to deal with," she spoke
coldly to Dudley before getting to her feet and disappearing downstairs;
momentarily the television could be heard loudly through the closed living
room door.
"Dudley get up; this is no way for an adolescent Dursley to behave,"
Vernon was oddly firm with Dudley, "and as for you," he gave Harry a
recognisable, `I'll deal with you later' look, "cover yourself up and hide
that miserable disgusting excuse for a body." At that the door slammed shut
and Vernon squawked as the door swung open on the hinges and hit him on the
extended hand. "What the," he spluttered and then saw the detached lock and
the screwdriver lying on the floor. "You can repair this after you've
finished," he thundered at Harry and grabbing some toilet paper he wedged
the door shut, muttering deadly threats under his breath, as he secured the
door. Harry could just about hear Vernon's pleading voice as he walked the
unhappy Dudley away, "Look its nothing, he's only got the fewest of tiny,
tiny hairs, it's probably a mole, you know how horrible wizards are; all
warty and hairy. Perhaps we ought to consult a specialist, make sure that
everything of yours down there is working," was all Harry heard before
Dudley's bedroom door closed.
`Hairs,' Harry thought and turned to look at the bathroom mirror, which
had to be large, in fact extremely large; well mostly because the Dursley's
themselves were extremely large. He saw Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter
he had seen since he grew up, the untidy, now wet black hair, the star
shaped scar on his forehead, the flat chest with the two pink boy nipples,
the flat stomach with just a little plumpness on the hips and the slightly
protruding belly button. His eyes travelled downwards and then he saw,
"Hairs," he said excitedly and now looked down at his real self. `Hairs' he
thought excitedly, `I have hairs.'
Harry was not a complete fool, he had attended and listened to the
lessons on growing up; it was just a surprise that this expected change in
his body had happened without him realising it and it must have happened
over the holidays because Ron or one of his other friends would have
noticed as they showered, maybe even a member of his Quidditch team would
have pointed them out in the changing room. `Perhaps it was because the
Dursley's kept me so busy working I would fall asleep the minute I got into
bed and Uncle Vernon would hustle him through his morning ablutions as work
was always waiting, so I never noticed, never had time to notice?' He
examined his groin, pulling carefully at the fine black hairs that had to
him suddenly almost magically appeared. `There aren't that many really,' he
thought but, `I have hairs,' a big smile spread across his face.
The bathroom door banged open and Uncle Vernon bounced through. He
strode up to the bath and wagged a finger at Harry. "If I find you've had a
hand in delaying Dudley's natural development," he said viciously and then
he paused and sniffed the air. His bulbous nose sniffed again and a third
time. A calculating look crossed his face and he leaned over and put a fat
finger in the bathwater, "How come this water is so hot?" he spluttered,
his face boiling over into a deeper crimson.
"I' er, I don't know," Harry scrunched against the far tiled wall adding
lamely, "Isn't it supposed to be hot. Shouldn't bathwater be hot?"
"Have you, you know what I mean?" Uncle Vernon leaned dangerously over
the steamy bath.
Harry shrank even further against the tiles. "No, no I wouldn't have,
didn't," he squeaked.
Uncle Vernon looked at him, he had know Harry most of his life and
whilst he had his suspicions about where the hot water had come from he was
sure Harry was not lying to him about using magic to heat the water. He
also knew that Harry was unlikely to be the cause of Dudley's lack of
maturity. If anything, it was probably due to the amount of sweet things he
continually ate and the lack of hard exercise. If he was honest with
himself the same thing had happened to him growing up; the difference was
that the kids of today were more self conscious about bodily changes. "Get
a move on your wizard friends will be here soon." Vernon sneered and
stomped from the bathroom to check the timer, `He's managed to get hot
water somehow,' he said to himself, `and without using that dratted magic
of his,' confused and suspecting some sort of trickery he hurried
downstairs.
Harry relaxed, he knew Vernon would not find anything wrong with the
timer, `it's just if he works out what those plus and minus buttons are
for.' He finished his interrupted scrub, taking a little more care between
his legs as he did not want to pull any of his new precious possessions
out. Upstairs in his bedroom he dressed quickly, noticing that his slightly
grey underpants fitted a little too tightly. He had noticed this before but
put it down to Aunt Petunia deliberately altering the washing machine to
very hot wash and shrinking them that way, now he was sorry for thinking so
badly of her. `I must have grown,' he told himself; knowing that it was a
different type of `growing,' his jeans also fitted snugly. In fact when he
looked down there was the start of a bulge showing and his socks could be
seen between the end of his jeans and his shoes. `I have grown,' Harry
thought slightly shocked and miffed as he felt he had missed out on
something important. Hedwig's warning chirrup broke into his thoughts, `No
Ron and his family will be here any minute,' he realised and with a sudden
burst of energy frantically packed the last of his things. As the lid of
the large brown trunk closed a whooshing banging was heard at the back
door. Harry looked out his window, Mr and Mrs Wealsey stood in the middle
of the patio; a smoky cloud misting around them.
"Hello Harry," Molly Weasley waved up at Harry, "do get a move on boys."
Harry suddenly realised he was surrounded by a succession of carrot
topped Weasley heads as Ron, the twins Fred and George and even Percy were
grabbing at his possessions. Harry carrying Hedwig's cage followed the
Weasley version of the Red Sea into the back garden. Of Dudley there was no
sign, Aunt Petunia hid behind the vastness of her husband's stomach; Uncle
Vernon was glowing positively purple as he viewed the horde of Weasley's
tramping across the lawn that Harry had mowed every second day that summer.
"I trust your Uncle and Aunt looked after you very well," said Molly
giving Vernon and Petunia a sharp look. Vernon was about to speak and then
he pursed his lips and said nothing. "Do say goodbye Harry," added Molly,
"I know You have proper manners."
Harry befuddled with the speed of his departure, said "Good," which was
a far as he got before a cloud of blackish smoke arose and he and the
Weasley's disappeared. Choking he stumbled, finding his feet after a
coughing moment before standing up in the Leaky Cauldron Inn in Diagon
Alley. As the smoke cleared Arthur Weasley stood puzzled.
"Your uncle ought to keep his chimney cleaner," he said disapprovingly
as he dusted of the grimy soot on his clothes, creating a further cloud of
choking dust.
"Wh, wh, what chimney?" coughed Harry.
"The one in the garden over the outdoor kitchen," Molly Weasley also
coughed.
"That's not a chimney," spluttered Harry, "it's a vent for the
barbeque."
"Oh," smiled Arthur Weasley, "I'll never understand these muggle
things." He shook his head and scratched another clump of sooty dust from
his darkened locks.
"Er where are my things?" asked Harry looking around.
"Perce has taken them back home. Old clevercloggs has already got his
stuff for school," announced Fred or was it George, Harry was still having
trouble telling them apart.
"Well they're mostly Bill's hand-me-down's," said the other Fred or
George.
"This way Weasley's," Molly Weasley's raised yellow umbrella set the
path to follow.
Diagon Alley was as usual very busy at this time of year what with all
the wizard schools about to re-open and the pathways were bustling with
crowds of people, many clutching bags and packages that Harry knew only too
well, `supplies for school,' thought Harry as he duly followed the yellow
umbrella. "Weasley's wait here," Mrs Weasley stopped outside Gringott's,
"Harry with Mr Weasley please," Molly directed her brood. Arthur
accompanied Harry inside Gringotts Bank where Harry withdrew funds to pay
for what he needed. Molly and the others now took him to Sparks and
Mincers, the outfitters.
"You've grown," Molly Weasley pursued her lips and picked out some new
school trousers for him. Harry picked up a pair of jeans but Mrs Wesley
made him put them back. "I can let down these hems," she authoritatively
and she pulled at Harry's crotch, "there's plenty of give here too."
"Underwear," Harry squeaked as Mrs Weasley caught the edge of his balls
with her fingers and a sharp pain made him hunch over.
"Oh sorry dear," she patted him on the back and slid her hand down and
yanked the back of Harry's jeans up, making the sharp pain
intensify. Pushing Harry's groaning head down; Harry could feel his glasses
slipping and put up a finger to keep them in place, Mrs Weasley now tugged
at the grey cotton, ignoring Harry's yelp she was looking closely at the
worn label, "Oh dearly me these won't do, won't do at all, don't worry
Harry, we'll get some new ones for you."
George or was it Fred held up a pair of overlarge yellow and blue
striped boxers, "These are all the rage Mum," he grinned.
"That's nothing to the rage you will be receiving if you don't behave
yourself Fred," stated Mrs Weasley as she held up a pair of bright red
briefs against Harry's groin. "These are nice, won't show the blood if you
get hurt in a Quidditch match," she muttered to herself, "hmm, could get a
pair for Bill, wouldn't show dragon blood either; hmmm, make him a nice
Christmas present."
Ron was fingering a pair of dark blue briefs, they had a white line
outlining the fly, "er, these look nice mum," he said a little enviously.
Molly picked them up and held them against a reddening much embarrassed
Harry, "They'll need to expand," she spoke thinking aloud, "he's hit a
growing spurt." She picked up several different sized pairs, "George,
Fred," the twins appeared alongside her, "here take these and Harry to the
fitting room, see which gives him growing room." She turned to Harry;
"unless you'd prefer me to go with you?" she smiled at Harry.
"Oh, er no Mrs Weasley I am sure these will be fine," said a blushing
Harry picking up another bundle of mixed briefs.
"Nonsense my boy," she beamed at him, "you must have proper clothes,
can't have Harry Potter running round looking like an urchin."
"Come on Harry," Fred grabbed him adding softly, "she'll go on for hours
if you don't try something on. George will get some more fashionable ones
for you," he added sympathetically.
Harry was about to say that he wasn't all that bothered about fashion
but Fred had dragged him towards the fitting rooms so he decided to just go
with the flow, besides he was anxious to ease the constriction around his
groin where Molly's actions had given him a wedgie and he was conscious his
balls ached painfully.
Inside the fitting room Harry dropped his jeans and Fred saw his grey
briefs. "Mum will have a fit when she sees those," he said, "I had a pair
of real proper dark grey ones and she washed them white. I was furious, I
saved up for those, she only ever buys us the basic cotton white ones."
Harry recalling Ron's longing for the fancy blue briefs decided he would
try and make sure a pair of those were bought, `I'll give them to Ron,' he
thought and then another idea hit him. "Why don't you and George pick out
some ones you'd like?" he suggested, "Your mother won't notice the
different sizes and we can sort them out in Hogwarts dorm."
"Your ace Harry," grinned Fred, "but let's see which ones fit you
first." Fred knelt down and pulled Harry's briefs down. For a moment Harry
was concerned but he recalled that he had often changed around Fred and
George as they had with him, only then he hadn't been aware of, `hairs' he
told himself. He stepped out of his briefs and Fred picked up the first
pair he brought with him. "Okay Harry let's try these," he said and Harry
felt the soft touch of new cotton on his legs. "Up we," Fred stopped
talking and moving. Harry looked down to see Fred looking at him between
the legs. "Harry," said Fred excitement in his voice, "you've got hairs."
"Er, yeah," muttered Harry but Fred was already up on his feet and
heading out the door.
"George," he heard Fred call, "come and see this," Harry stood semi
naked in the changing room feeling embarrassed and foolish with the briefs
hanging halfway down his thighs. Moments later the twins reappeared and one
presumably Fred lifted Harry's shirt and pointed, "see," he said quietly
proud.
The other twin which had to be George bent down and studied Harry's
groin, "Yeah those are definitely hairs." He looked up at Harry, "Hairy
Harry," he giggled. Harry reddened even more. George looked at Fred, "We
need to rethink what to get now."
"Not only that," Fred told George of Harry's offer.
"Your ace Harry," George slapped Harry on his bare bum, it made a loud
retort in the quiet room.
Harry was once again left to his own devices as the twins disappeared
back into the store. He picked up one pair of briefs, they were light blue
with a dark blue waistband and tried them on. He posed in front of the
mirror lifting his shirt to see how his bulge looked now.
"Harry?" he looked around at the unexpected whisper, Ron's head poked
through the curtain.
"Ron?" Harry said puzzled.
Ron stepped through, "Is it true what Fred said?" he asked.
"Er," Harry stuttered.
"Have you really got your hairs?" Ron spoke with that trace of jealousy
again. Harry nodded not wishing to upset his friend more. "Can I see?" Ron
knelt down and before Harry could do or say anything his briefs were tugged
down and now Ron was studying his groin. He felt a pull on his hairs.
"Hey," he said sharply, "that hurts."
"Sorry," Ron was truly apologetic, "but why didn't you tell me first?"
he said aggrieved, "We're best friends. You should have told me before
Fred".
`I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it with all the trouble this
discovery has given me,' Harry thought.
"Come on baldy, out you go, we hairy men have work to do," Fred
reappeared with George right behind him, they carried a small pile of
varied undergarments.
"I'll explain later Ron," said Harry pleadingly as Ron was whisked out
of the room. Some ten minutes later Fred and George had made their and
Harry's choices, Harry just managing to slip the ones Ron had liked into
the pile. Mrs Weasley intent on some vests and shirts for Harry gave the
pile hardly a glance, as far as she was concerned boys never had enough
pants.
Outside the shop Mrs Weasley called them together, "I have to chase down
some clothes for my lot now," she directed her comment at Harry. "So I'll
leave you with Fred and George," she looked at the twins whose big grin of
a smile paled at her look, "who will take you to get some sweets which will
not be eaten until you are on the train to Hogwarts. After that make your
way to the Leaky Cauldron where we will all meet up for lunch before
flooing home. No side trips down Knockturn Alley or anywhere else. IS THAT
CLEAR," she spoke pointedly. The twins and Harry nodded.
As Fred and George mulled over their choice of delights in the Sweet
Academy Harry at last managed to explain everything to Ron.
"But why did Dudley want to get into the bathroom anyway?" asked Ron.
Harry was floored, "You know I don't know. Once he saw me naked and saw
my hairs he went into one and it all went pie eyed from there."
"But Harry," Ron spoke breathlessly, "you've got hairs."
"Yeah," grinned Harry, somehow it felt better talking it over with his
best friend. "Come on let's celebrate," he added producing a Golden
Galleon. "And these won't have to wait until we go to Hogwarts." Fred and
George were still discussing their choices so Harry and Ron decided to walk
to the Leaky Cauldron. As was usual the pair were distracted by the huge
window display of Nimbus 2000's and the latest updates. Harry's mind was
drawn to the double saddle which could be added to the broomstick for long
trips and allowed two people to sit comfortably on the broom, or luggage
could be securely carried. "Hmmm,' thought Harry, `if there was a problem
getting to Hogwarts that could be useful,' he turned to speak to Ron but
Ron had disappeared. Harry was not worried this was usual behaviour in
Diagon Alley where any number of exciting windows or stalls which operated
during the weeks leading up to a return to school could have attracted Ron
who was just a little bit jealous of Harry's infatuation with his
broomstick. Harry looked around for Ron's spiky carrot topped head and
thought he saw it a couple of yards away. Knowing better than to shout
against the noise in Diagon Alley he followed the red haired figure
intending to catch up with Ron. Diagon Alley however worked against his
intention and somehow with the movement of the surging crowds Harry found
himself turning into one of the other alleys. He was just about to push
back into the crowd when he saw the flash of red hair turn into one of the
shops. Harry hurried to catch Ron and stepped inside the door. He found
himself in a rather dusty and musty smelling bookshop. Harry looked for Ron
but saw no red haired figure anywhere. He was just about to leave when he
heard a familiar voice.
"Are you sure you haven't got a copy?" `That's Draco's voice,' thought
Harry and he moved closer to the sound. He took a quick glance round a
large bookcase and he saw a hooded figure bending low over the counter
talking to the person behind the counter who by his size and odd shaped
ears had to be a goblin.
"No, no sir," the goblin said in his croaky voice, "Sassoon's Spells for
Debonair Coiffures' is long out of print. I haven't heard of one being
available in years. One copy did appear briefly on Wizbay but it sold quite
quickly, most booksellers had doubt about its' authenticity as the picture
displayed showed the cover with a modern typeface rather than Antiquated
which was the common font used when it was originally printed."
"I know it was a fake," Harry heard Draco hiss, "look what one of the
bloody spells did to my hair." Harry just had to look; he again peeked
around the bookcase and saw Draco was the figure bending over, not only
that but the hood had been drawn back. Harry gaped in amazement; Draco's
pure white hair was an astonishing colour of red, a truly Weasley red
too. "The spell was supposed to accentuate my highlights making them glow
with the beauty of the sun, not turn every hair on my head redder than
Jupiter's spot," Draco slammed his hand down angrily on the counter.
"I'm sorry Master Malfoy," even Harry could hear the suppressed laughter
in the goblin's voice, "I cannot help you with your, er, colourful
problem. Surely your father would know of someone who could assist."
"Listen to me you poor excuse for a hog-goblin. My father must never
know about this," Draco hissed, "and if he finds out and if I find you were
the one who told him, then."
"Draco Malfoy what do you think you are doing," Harry shrank down as
another familiar voice cut across Draco's, he edged further back along the
bookcase wishing he had his invisibility cloak to hide behind. He heard the
familiar swish of a cape and then Snape spoke again, "Really Malfoy,
threatening a wretched Knockturn Alley hob-goblin bookseller, somewhat
beneath a member of the Malfoy family, isn't it. I am sure your father
would not be amused if he were to hear of this sort of un Malfoy like
behaviour."
"But sir, my hair," squeaked Draco.
"Hmm and I am sure your father would also not approve of your
transposition into one of the wretched Weasley brood. I assume you are the
victim of some prank if I overheard correctly," Snape's tone had a hint of
amusement in it, Harry thought. "It might be easier Draco if we, sorry I
helped you discover the true author of the book you purchased. I am sure
once that person has been revealed, he or she would be most happy to
provide a reversal spell. It was probably a scam to con gullible vain
wizards out of their hard earned Galleon's anyway."
"Oh yes," Draco sighed, "I should have thought of that."
"Indeed you should have boy. I am ashamed that a prospective head of
Slytherin House could find himself in such a dilemma and worse could not
think of the easiest solution. I think I will have to provide you with
extra lessons on your return to Hogwarts; in the forlorn hope of getting
you to use the part of your brain that actually thinks, in the meantime
follow me," the cape swished loudly, "there is a discreet WizWebcafe
nearby. I am confident we can locate the scam wizard quite easily, no doubt
he relies on the revenue silly vain hormone crazy young wizards like you
provide," Snape stopped speaking and sniffed the air, "are you alone Draco,
only I swear I can smell the distinctive aroma of another Hogwarts
student?"
"Sir, Goyle and Crabbe are keeping watch for me outside," whimpered
Draco.
"Hmm well that probably explains it. Come along we have work to do to
get you back to normal or hopefully better than normal," Snape snapped.
"You won't tell my father, will you sir? Please sir, I'll do anything
you want if you don't say anything about this," Draco's frantic babyish
appeals to Snape continued as the pair left the shop. Harry let out a long
pent up breath.
"And what do you want?" Harry looked up from where he was crouching. The
wizened face of the hob-goblin bookseller looked ugly and
threatening. Harry scrambled to his feet and scrabbled at one of the dusty
books piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf.
"Ah this is what I was searching for," Harry assumed an authoritative
air and handed the book to the goblin.
"I'll pack it up for you," the hob-goblin peered closer at Harry, "do I
know you?"
Harry quickly removed his glasses and smothered his hair over the tell
tale scar, "No I don't think so, do I look like I would associate with
lowlife hob-goblins?" he retorted with a bravado he didn't feel.
"Hrrmph," muttered the goblin and hobbled off to the counter, "I'll wrap
this up for you," he said, "that will be five Galleons please."
Harry delved into his pocket for his money, `that's torn a hole in my
spending money,' he thought and wondered if he could sell the book
somewhere else before he returned to Hogwarts. He stopped, "Two," he
demanded thinking `I need to look like I know what I'm doing in a Knockturn
Alley bookshop.
"Four," the bookseller, drummed his scaly fingers on the counter. The
sound very like squeakly chalk on a blackboard, Harry felt a chilling
shiver run down his back.
"Two," Harry replied summoning up his courage and looked the bookseller
directly in the eyes.
The squeaking stopped, "I'll wrap it for you sir," the cowed hob-goblin
shuffled away and Harry breathed a silent breath of relief.
Leaving the dusty shop, clutching the grimy brown paper package in his
hand and intent on getting quickly away from Knockturn Alley he headed
towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry ducked down as he passed the windows of
the WizWebCafe. He had no intention of running into Draco or his cohorts
much less Snape and did not even try to look into the dusty window.
"Oh there you are Harry, come along lunch has been ordered," Molly
Weasley pushed him towards the back room where the rest of the Weasley's
were already eating, "Not as good as mine," sighed Molly as she sat down,
"but then I haven't had to do all the work so it's nice once in a while to
eat out."
Harry sat down beside Ron and placed the brown paper package on the
table. "What's that?" mumbled Ron with his mouth half full of chips.
"Oh just a book I thought I might need," Harry slid the book so it lay
beside him on the bench seat where it was out of Ron's sight. He tucked
into his own meal hoping that Ron would forget about it. "Where did you get
to?" he asked further changing the subject.
"Fred called me back in to decide how many Chocolate Frogs we could
afford," Ron stuffed more chips in his mouth, "you had your nose pressed up
against the broomstick's and never replied to his invitation to join us,"
Ron speared a sausage with his fork, "these bangers are quite tasty," he
guzzled the whole sausage into his mouth.
"Ron please," Molly Weasley reprimanded him.
Harry lay back on his bed in Ron's room in the Burrows and smiled, it
had been a good day. He hadn't told Ron about Draco's hair as he knew Snape
could be vindictive where his Slytherin boys were concerned. He decided to
keep the secret to himself for the moment.
"Boys, boys where are you?" Mrs Weasley's voice sounded clear and
especially loud, "Down here all of you, now!"
Harry and Ron trooped into the kitchen, Fred and George were already
sitting there and Percy was standing beside his mother with a huge
self-satisfied grin on his face. Mrs Weasley held a parchment in her hand,
the Hogwarts logo could clearly be seen on the back. The look on her face
was warning enough. "This has only just arrived from Hogwarts. I cannot
understand how it was delayed," Percy's grin broadened, "but it lists your
shortcomings," she glared balefully at the Twins and Ron and then at Harry,
"Well I'm not surprised at you three but Harry, it says you are in danger
of failing your Potions exam," `Blast Snape' Harry thought, "It says here
you must, should have made up your studies during the holidays, so I am
afraid any plans you may have made for this last week are now cancelled,"
the Twins and Ron and Harry groaned.
"It's not fair, homework during the summer holidays," complained Ron.
"And whose fault is that Ronald Weasley," his mother rounded on him,
"you should follow Percy's example, his end of term report was stunning."
Percy's smile threatened to meet around the back of his head.
"Bookswot," said Fred.
"Spellswot," added George.
Mrs Weasley clicked her fingers and a number of schoolbooks floated
towards the table, "Now I'm afraid you are going to have to start studying
now, to make up for the time we lost during the summer break. Now sit
boys," the chairs behind Ron and Harry moved capturing them as they fell
backwards, "you can study for an hour now and then after supper if you have
worked hard enough you can practice your Quidditch manoeuvres," the books
slammed down on the tabletop with loud slapping sound. "and to make sure
you keep working I am going to put Percy in charge," Mrs Weasley patted
Percy on the back.
Percy's huge grin disappeared, "But mum," he pleaded.
"I know I can trust you to keep your brother's in order Percy," smiled
Mrs Weasley, "I am sure Harry will be no bother at all." She picked up the
brown paper packages, "Harry these can go into your trunk until you get to
Hogwarts," the packages floated up the stairs and she brushed her hands and
looked at the row of unhappy faces. "Get to work," she said. A chorus of
groans followed her out of the door as she headed outside to the sunny
garden. The sound of gnomes whirling through the air soon echoed through
the open window.
"It's not fair," Ron said softly to Harry.
"I'll bet Percy had something to do with the delay on that letter from
Hogwarts," whispered George.
"Just the sort of thing he would do," added Fred.
Harry opened his book whilst Percy glowered in the corner.
The rest of the week passed in dreary studying and tiring Quidditch
broomstick practices with the occasional garden gnome clearing
sessions. All in all however Harry enjoyed being in the chaotic Weasley
household, one of the better benefits was not having to get up early and
cook, Mrs Weasley was an awesome provider of fodder for studying students
and aspiring Quidditch players. Not only that, there was also a ready
supply of hot water under which Harry luxuriated in both in the morning
before breakfast and evening after Quidditch practice. Before he knew it he
was ensconced on the Hogwarts Express and on his way back to school.
"I never thought I'd say it but I'm glad the last week of the holidays
is over," said Ron moodily as he munched one of Mrs Weasley doorstep
sandwiches.
Harry was unpacking his trunk along with Ron and Neville Longbottom and
Seamus Finnegan in their shared dormitory when he found the parcel of
briefs and underneath those the wrapped book. `I forgot about that,' he
thought as he lifted out the top parcel of underwear. Recalling Ron's
desire he undid the package and shyly handed the dark blue pair to
Ron. "Here Ron," he said quietly, "I got you these."
"Cor, oh wow Harry, you're ace," shouted Ron and quickly stripped of his
trousers and patched white briefs which while obviously had seen better
times were a brilliant Mrs Weasley white. Ron slipped the dark blue briefs
on and capered around the dorm, Neville and Seamus looking at him with open
mouthed looks. Harry thought that Ron actually looked good in the dark blue
briefs with the white lines, `the blue goes well with his red hair,' Harry
decided.
"What's going on with Ron?" Neville spoke for himself and Seamus.
"I had to get some new clothes `cos I grew over the summer," explained
Harry, "and well Ron took a fancy to those underpants and well you know Mrs
Weasley," he said.
"My mother won't let me wear boxers yet," Seamus added his own
pennyworth, "she say's I've got to grow much bigger."
"Harry's got hairs," announced Ron; Harry felt three pairs of eyes
looking at him.
"Let's see?" Neville and Seamus spoke in unison.
"Hey can't it wait until bedtime," said Harry and then fell back on the
bed as his three friends leaped on him. Harry struggled but the three were
too much for him and he found Neville holding him down on one side with Ron
on the other. Seamus was straddled over him.
"Come on Seamus," Neville held Harry's right arm, "take his trousers
off."
Seamus reached for Harry's jeans and then he shook his head, "Nah I
can't do this."
`Thank goodness,' thought Harry and then he opened his wide in horror as
it must be said so did Ron and Neville as Seamus brandished his wand.
"No!!!!!!!" all three screamed in united expectation as Seamus waved his
wand.
"Removus hoses," chanted Seamus, a flash from Seamus's wand flew towards
Harry and Harry tensed. The three on the bed froze and then looked on
almost in disbelief as the flash hit one of the lenses of Harry's
spectacles and bounced back towards Seamus.
Seamus screeched as he found himself floating in mid air as his own
jeans unzipped and slid of his stockinged feet, his white briefs with
little green leprechaun hats on zoomed down his legs and danced around the
room with his jeans. Seamus quickly moved his hands to cover himself and
forgetting he had his wand in his hand hit himself right between the legs,
with another painful cry he curled forward and went head over heels
spinning slowly round and round, his lily white backside coming into full
view as his shirt-tail flapped in the breeze. He continued to spin his
hands clutched around his balls.
"Oh Seamus," the three groaned together and Neville let go of Harry and
moved to assist the spinning boy wizard.
"Oh I feel sick and my balls hurt," groaned Seamus as Neville finally
brought him to a stop and yanked him back down to earth.
Ron looked at Harry, "You might as well show them or," he spoke in
Harry's ear, "we can let Seamus have another go."
"Okay, okay, I know when I'm beat," Harry submitted and unzipped his
jeans and pulled down his now Mrs Weasley white briefs. Seamus still semi
naked and Neville peered at Harry's groin area as Harry lay on the bed, his
jeans and briefs down by his ankles and his shirt pulled up above his
stomach.
"They are real aren't they?" posed Seamus as he plucked at one of the
thin pubes.
"Hey that hurts," cried Harry.
"Sorry," apologised Seamus and added, "they feel different to head
hair," he spoke to Neville.
"Do they," replied Neville and he too placed his hand on Harry's hairs
stroking them. "Yeah, not as silky as head hair," he said and Harry felt
his hand on his cock and balls. "His cock and balls are bigger than last
year, look compare them to yours Seamus."
Seamus slid up the bed so his groin was close to Harry's, "Yup, Harry's
is much bigger."
"Let me see?" asked Ron who was still sitting by Harry's head. He moved
closer, "So they are," Ron knelt up on the bed and yanked his new blue
briefs down, "I'm bigger than you Seamus," he stated, "but Harry's is
bigger than mine too." Everyone looked at Neville, "Well I'm not," he
started to say and then Seamus waved his wand at him, "All right, all right
then," Neville stood up and undressed to match everyone else, "Well?" he
asked pulling his shirt up, "I can't see myself from here," he added.
"Bigger than Seamus, smaller than Ron," said Harry who had the best
view. The others nodded. The dinner gong sounded and everyone quickly
dressed and headed for the hall.
Harry woke up, the moon beaming through the window as a billowing
curtain flashed across his eyes and he got up to close the curtain and shut
the window. He sat inside the curtain and gazed out over the rooftops of
Hogwarts. `I really feel at home here,' he said to himself and rested his
head on his hands as he stretched out on his front and peered out watching
the moonbeams light up the turrets and roof tiles. He thought about the
recent events and suddenly remembered the book he had bought. `I don't even
know its title or what it's about,' he thought and quietly fetched the
brown paper parcel that he had left with his other books. He headed down to
the common room where he could put on a light without disturbing anyone and
unwrapped the parcel and looked at the book.
The book was certainly old, the front was faded and the lettering very
difficult to read. `This typeface is hard to read,' Harry peered at the
dusty faded cover. "Invocations within for Sexual Whims' was printed in
bold type with, `Magical Love and Spells for Magical Lovers,' was the lower
sub-heading he finally made out, he also had to look very closely to read
the authors name, `by Cupid Priapus.' Harry pursed his lips in wonderment,
`Never heard of him,' he said to himself and carefully opened the book. The
flickering light from the open fire blazed and Harry felt the heat enfold
him, warming him, comforted he leaned against the sofa and stretched out
his toes to the flames.
`Warning,' Harry read, `do not proceed unless you are prepared to enjoy
and celebrate the unique properties and sensual joys of the lingam,' Harry
scratched his head, `wonder what a lingam is,' and he turned the page. `How
to enhance your lingam,' he read, `Oh it looks like it makes your cock
bigger,' he deduced as he read the spell. `Should I?' he thought and then
quickly tiptoed upstairs to get his wand. Returning he removed his pyjama
bottoms and sat back on the sofa, again the fire wafted its heat towards
him. He reread the spell and noticed there were a number of options, `not
sure what all this means but I can try one, I'd better make sure I know how
to reverse anything,' Harry thought and made sure he could pronounce the
stopping or reversal spell, `now which level should I try?' he looked down
the list and chose one. Quietly he read out the spell, "Cupidius Erectus
Sextus,' and stroked the end of his wand along his slim teenage cock. He
held his breath and then an extraordinary warm feeling commenced between
his legs, `this is not coming from the fire,' he thought and as he watched
Harry saw his cock thicken and lengthen, the hairs spread and bushed around
his groin and his balls swelled and grew. `Fuck it must be six inches long
now,' he checked the spell, `Oh sextus must mean six not sexy,' Harry
thought, `this list must be for different sizes, Cor.' For a moment his
mind considered the possibilities, `a foot long cock, a yard of dong, a ten
foot, a twenty foot polevault of a knob,' his imagination throbbed with
visions of these large erect phalluses.
"Whose there," Harry heard a voice and looked up to see Percy Weasley
standing on the stairway to the dorms. `Bollocks, I'm in trouble now,'
thought Harry as he saw Percy `Mr Goody Two Shoes' Weasley looking down
disapprovingly as he sat there semi-naked, his magical teen cock sticking
up like a banner. "Harry Potter," Percy spoke in a self satisfied, `got ya
at last and boy are you in trouble' tone to his voice as he started down
the stairs, towards Harry Potter and his exposed boy cock. Harry shivered a
little as he saw the figure approach, `How much trouble am I in?" he asked
himself and he felt his newly grown cock twitch.
Percy rubbed his eyes and looked down at Harry. "Harry what are you
doing up at this time?" Percy moved further down the stairs, "Is anything
wrong?" Percy did not want Gryffindor to lose House points at the start of
the term. He got closer to Harry who was trying to hide his elongated cock
but his legs refused to close, if anything he was spreading them
wider. Harry fought for control and then looked up to see Percy standing
over him looking down at his bare groin. A strange look came over Percy's
face and Harry cringed waiting for Percy to do or say something.
END OF PART ONE
(If you enjoy this then look up my other efforts on nifty's prolific
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/shawn-mendes-experience/shawn-mendes-experience-1 | Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2019 11:24:29 +0000
From: Jj Rivers <[email protected]>
Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience
This is not real. Its fiction. Please donate to nifty.
Shawn Mendes had been touring for years now. Ever since he shot to stardom
he was everywhere. On covers of magazines. Selling out almost very
night. Hes not able to go out like a regular guy anymore. He shot an add
for Calvin Klein. Being wantsd by girls and guys. Though he had never told
anyone about his sexual orientation. He loved men. He loved starring at
them. The asses. The cocks... Now he was "in a relationship" with Camilla
Cabello. Though no one really bought the act. They kissed to make it look
real. But the never had sex. In fact Shawn was still a virgin. Hed only
kissed girls. He had never done anything with men before. Even though he
want to so badly. But if he came out. Would he lose hia fans? His label?
His friends and family? He just wasnt ready to make that step. So he kept
this charade up. But with him touring all the time he didnt have time for a
relationship.
Before every concert. His fans that have VIP passes get to meet him. Take
pictures. Get autographs. He loved his fans. He loved meeting them. His
fans meant the world to him. But after his concert he got to do more meet
and greets. This time surprisingly there was only like three peoples. He
was so sweaty. He didnt want to make his fans wait. So the two girls
giggled and got their pictures taken with him. They were so happy. They
were fifteen and sixteen. Then a guy. Mid twenties. Black hair. Green
eyes. Scruffy beard. About five ten. One hundred sixty pounds. Shawn
swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He couldnt stop starring. Hey he
choked out. Hi i said timidly. I myself have the biggest crush on Shawn
Mendes. I mean come on... Im wearing his shirt. His security is right
there. I ask for a photograph and an autograph. He gently signs my cds. He
smells so good. Perfume and sweat. I leave. His security too. Shawn stands
there in his room. He goes out for a quick walk. He was staying in the city
tonight as he didnt have a show the next day. So he would have a few hours
to relax. He found the fan who had been in his dressing room not long
ago. You wanna hang out asks Shawn. I look up at him in shock. I smile the
biggest smile of my life and agree. We get into a car and are driven to his
hotel room. No security guards. Back entrance. No paparazzi surprisingly.
When they get to Shawns room. Shawn downs a whole glass of water. Help
yourself to anything says Shawn. I need a shower. I reek says Shawn. I look
at him. I would lick the sweat off his body if i could. He goes to the
bathroom.
I couldnt believe this was happening to me. Me a nobody hanging out with
Shawn Mendes. I took some water too and sat down and waited for Shawns
return.
When he came out of the shower he had forgotten to bring close so he was
just in a bath robe. He gets another glass of water. You want anything
stronger asks Shawn? Shawn did drink a little. Rarely. But he felt like he
needed something strong. They sat down and talked small talk. Shawn couldnt
help looking his fan up and down. Wanting to get him out of his clothes and
for then to have sex... His cock got rock hard. His mouth was dry. His
palms were sweating. Are you ok i ask? Shawn had turned as white as a
ghost. Yeah lies Shawn. I need to sleep says Shawn. It was already midnight
and he needed to be up at five to catch his plane and get to sound check in
the next city on time. Shawn said he was going to bed. I agreed to
leave. Shawn changed into tight black Calvin Klein underwear. As i was
about to leave he stops me. Stay says Shawn. I could obviously see how
horny Shawn was. His cock was rock hard. I couldnt say no. He looked at
me. My lips. Soon we were very close. He pulls away and sits down on his
bed. He puts his face into his hands. Are you ok i ask poiltely?
Yeah... Lies Shawn. Kiss me chokes out Shawn. Im shocked... Was this really
happening? Was he about to kiss Shawn Mendes? I could see he was scared. I
lean in and gently kiss his soft wet warm lips. He takes a few seconds and
kisses me back. I take his face into my hand and kiss him some
more. Gently. His underwear are thight on him. Pre cum tenting his
underwear. Soon they are both naked. Im on top of Shawn. In between his
legs. I break the kiss and start to kiss Shawns neck. Gently kissing and
bitting his earlobe. Shawn is soon moaning in pleasure. He couldnt believe
how this felt. He wanted more. He needed more. His cock was throbbing and
leaking precum like a faucet. I slowly kiss my way down Shawns perfect
body. Paying attention to his nipples. This makes him moan even louder. I
keep kissing my way down til im face to face with Shawns cock. No
pubes. Seven and a half inches of perfect cock. He slowly jerks it. Shawns
body is trembling. Stop... Or im gonna cum says Shawn. I smile. I
stop. Shawn looks at me with lust filled eyes. You a top or bottom i ask?
Shawn didnt know what to say. He never done both. Vers blurts out Shawn
wanting to be cool. I smile. My cock is too rock hard. You got condoms i
ask? No says Shawn sadly. Bare is better says Shawn wanting to be
cool. Expecting to fuck his fan. Ill be gentle i tell him referring to his
ass. Shawn looks at this guy in shock. He had never bottomed. Jason was his
name. No lube asks Jason looking for it? Sorry... I didnt prepare says
Shawn. Jason gets between Shawns legs again and lifts them to expose Shawns
tiny little hole. Shawn looks at Jason. Jason shoves his face in and rims
Shawn. Shawns eyes bulge out in shock and pleasure. He moans out
loud. Jason smiles to himself. He was know to be a great
cocksucker/rimmer. Shawns cock is rock hard and still leaking pre cum over
his amazing stomach. After twenty minutes of rimming and tongue fucking
Shawns hole. Jason spits on his cock and lubes it up. Shawn looks at Jason
deliriously. Jason gets into position and is about to push in when Shawn
freaks out and gets out of bed. Whats wrong asks Jason? Leave now ordets
Shawn. Did i do something wrong asks Jason confusingly? Just leave orders
Shawn. Jason gets dressed. He looks at Shawn. He could see on Shawns face
how scared he was. Your a virgin says Jason. What... No stammers Shawn
humiliated. No one knows your gay ads Jason. Shut up just leave me alone
orders Shawn. I knew what he was going through. Id come out like two years
ago and i was hard but it liberated me. I knew he probably wouldnt feel the
way i did. Before i left i assured him i would not tell anyone about this
and that if he ever needed to talk or was back in Ottawa Canada hed call
me. I handsd him my number and left...
Shawn stayed in his room. Sitting on the couch. In tears. He didnt know
what to do. Soon tiredness took him and he fell asleep for about two hours
before being awakened by his manager.
They were off somewhere else for another show.
Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my
way. jJ | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
<pre>Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2019 11:24:29 +0000
From: Jj Rivers <[email protected]>
Subject: Shawn Mendes Experience
This is not real. Its fiction. Please donate to nifty.
Shawn Mendes had been touring for years now. Ever since he shot to stardom
he was everywhere. On covers of magazines. Selling out almost very
night. Hes not able to go out like a regular guy anymore. He shot an add
for Calvin Klein. Being wantsd by girls and guys. Though he had never told
anyone about his sexual orientation. He loved men. He loved starring at
them. The asses. The cocks... Now he was "in a relationship" with Camilla
Cabello. Though no one really bought the act. They kissed to make it look
real. But the never had sex. In fact Shawn was still a virgin. Hed only
kissed girls. He had never done anything with men before. Even though he
want to so badly. But if he came out. Would he lose hia fans? His label?
His friends and family? He just wasnt ready to make that step. So he kept
this charade up. But with him touring all the time he didnt have time for a
relationship.
Before every concert. His fans that have VIP passes get to meet him. Take
pictures. Get autographs. He loved his fans. He loved meeting them. His
fans meant the world to him. But after his concert he got to do more meet
and greets. This time surprisingly there was only like three peoples. He
was so sweaty. He didnt want to make his fans wait. So the two girls
giggled and got their pictures taken with him. They were so happy. They
were fifteen and sixteen. Then a guy. Mid twenties. Black hair. Green
eyes. Scruffy beard. About five ten. One hundred sixty pounds. Shawn
swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He couldnt stop starring. Hey he
choked out. Hi i said timidly. I myself have the biggest crush on Shawn
Mendes. I mean come on... Im wearing his shirt. His security is right
there. I ask for a photograph and an autograph. He gently signs my cds. He
smells so good. Perfume and sweat. I leave. His security too. Shawn stands
there in his room. He goes out for a quick walk. He was staying in the city
tonight as he didnt have a show the next day. So he would have a few hours
to relax. He found the fan who had been in his dressing room not long
ago. You wanna hang out asks Shawn. I look up at him in shock. I smile the
biggest smile of my life and agree. We get into a car and are driven to his
hotel room. No security guards. Back entrance. No paparazzi surprisingly.
When they get to Shawns room. Shawn downs a whole glass of water. Help
yourself to anything says Shawn. I need a shower. I reek says Shawn. I look
at him. I would lick the sweat off his body if i could. He goes to the
bathroom.
I couldnt believe this was happening to me. Me a nobody hanging out with
Shawn Mendes. I took some water too and sat down and waited for Shawns
return.
When he came out of the shower he had forgotten to bring close so he was
just in a bath robe. He gets another glass of water. You want anything
stronger asks Shawn? Shawn did drink a little. Rarely. But he felt like he
needed something strong. They sat down and talked small talk. Shawn couldnt
help looking his fan up and down. Wanting to get him out of his clothes and
for then to have sex... His cock got rock hard. His mouth was dry. His
palms were sweating. Are you ok i ask? Shawn had turned as white as a
ghost. Yeah lies Shawn. I need to sleep says Shawn. It was already midnight
and he needed to be up at five to catch his plane and get to sound check in
the next city on time. Shawn said he was going to bed. I agreed to
leave. Shawn changed into tight black Calvin Klein underwear. As i was
about to leave he stops me. Stay says Shawn. I could obviously see how
horny Shawn was. His cock was rock hard. I couldnt say no. He looked at
me. My lips. Soon we were very close. He pulls away and sits down on his
bed. He puts his face into his hands. Are you ok i ask poiltely?
Yeah... Lies Shawn. Kiss me chokes out Shawn. Im shocked... Was this really
happening? Was he about to kiss Shawn Mendes? I could see he was scared. I
lean in and gently kiss his soft wet warm lips. He takes a few seconds and
kisses me back. I take his face into my hand and kiss him some
more. Gently. His underwear are thight on him. Pre cum tenting his
underwear. Soon they are both naked. Im on top of Shawn. In between his
legs. I break the kiss and start to kiss Shawns neck. Gently kissing and
bitting his earlobe. Shawn is soon moaning in pleasure. He couldnt believe
how this felt. He wanted more. He needed more. His cock was throbbing and
leaking precum like a faucet. I slowly kiss my way down Shawns perfect
body. Paying attention to his nipples. This makes him moan even louder. I
keep kissing my way down til im face to face with Shawns cock. No
pubes. Seven and a half inches of perfect cock. He slowly jerks it. Shawns
body is trembling. Stop... Or im gonna cum says Shawn. I smile. I
stop. Shawn looks at me with lust filled eyes. You a top or bottom i ask?
Shawn didnt know what to say. He never done both. Vers blurts out Shawn
wanting to be cool. I smile. My cock is too rock hard. You got condoms i
ask? No says Shawn sadly. Bare is better says Shawn wanting to be
cool. Expecting to fuck his fan. Ill be gentle i tell him referring to his
ass. Shawn looks at this guy in shock. He had never bottomed. Jason was his
name. No lube asks Jason looking for it? Sorry... I didnt prepare says
Shawn. Jason gets between Shawns legs again and lifts them to expose Shawns
tiny little hole. Shawn looks at Jason. Jason shoves his face in and rims
Shawn. Shawns eyes bulge out in shock and pleasure. He moans out
loud. Jason smiles to himself. He was know to be a great
cocksucker/rimmer. Shawns cock is rock hard and still leaking pre cum over
his amazing stomach. After twenty minutes of rimming and tongue fucking
Shawns hole. Jason spits on his cock and lubes it up. Shawn looks at Jason
deliriously. Jason gets into position and is about to push in when Shawn
freaks out and gets out of bed. Whats wrong asks Jason? Leave now ordets
Shawn. Did i do something wrong asks Jason confusingly? Just leave orders
Shawn. Jason gets dressed. He looks at Shawn. He could see on Shawns face
how scared he was. Your a virgin says Jason. What... No stammers Shawn
humiliated. No one knows your gay ads Jason. Shut up just leave me alone
orders Shawn. I knew what he was going through. Id come out like two years
ago and i was hard but it liberated me. I knew he probably wouldnt feel the
way i did. Before i left i assured him i would not tell anyone about this
and that if he ever needed to talk or was back in Ottawa Canada hed call
me. I handsd him my number and left...
Shawn stayed in his room. Sitting on the couch. In tears. He didnt know
what to do. Soon tiredness took him and he fell asleep for about two hours
before being awakened by his manager.
They were off somewhere else for another show.
Thank you so much for reading. Send your comments and suggestions my
way. jJ
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-13 | Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2019 01:50:53 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (13) This is a fictional stoy about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I forgotten how hot the Stele character was.A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (13) Safe at last.... ...... "Rhodes" I kept hearing Steele scream I was still firing at the Zombies. Hitting one or two. But there was so many now. It was a surge if them coming up the corridor. I kept yelling at Steele. But he kept screaming at the door. "We're dead" I thought "They are still coming. And we are dead" Then my ammo emptied in my gun. I looked at it in fear. But saw Steele's bag on the floor. I grabbed it and reached into it for more ammo. But I pulled out a grenade instead. That's when Steele noticed I was not shooting anymore. He turned and saw what I was holding. His eyes widened. Then he handed me his gun. "Gimme that" he said "Keep shooting" Then he handed me another case of bullets for the rifle. I held it as I continued to shoot. His gun was better. Shooting off more rounds than mine. Then he pulled the clip on the grenade. Then threw it into the zombie mass. "Get down" he shouted So I dropped as he threw the item. Then moments later an explosion. Zombie parts flew every where. Then he grabbed another one two. He grabbed another gun he had and then he crouched down at the door with the grenades. Then he pulled the rings off the two grenades. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the zombie horde. Screaming at me to keep shooting. Then the grenades went off. And at that moment he pulled me into a doorway. "Fuckk.!" I yelled as the explosion shook the place. Then he tossed another grenade out the doorway at towards the zombies. More body parts flew everywhere. "Let's go !" He said as he ran out and back to the big door I ran after him. Looking back to see zombies crawling over broken zombie remains. I looked and the door was gone. It blasted inwards into the large chamber. On the ground to the right was Rhodes. The shrapnel of the door hit him and he was down. We rushed into the room and Steele went to his captain. Rhodes reached for the gun that was near him in the ground. "No you don't mother fucker." Steel growled "You were gonna leave us behind" "Now I'm gonna kill you" I looked at Rhodes. He had a piece of the door in his side. And he was bleeding. Alot. I then placed a hand in Steele's big shoulder. "Leave him" I said "He is lunch anyways" Steele looked at me and smiled. Then down at Rhodes. "Thanks to my boy here" he then said "I am not gonna kill you " "Fuck you!" Rhodes huffed "Fuck you" Then Steele looked back at me. Smiled and grabbed me. He pulled me to his big body and kissed me. "So glad you are with us" he said Then the Zombies pushed through the doorway. Then steele spit down at Rhodes. "I won't kill you. But...!" He said laughing Then he pulled me to the copter. Rickles was still there. And that's when he flicked a leaver on the platform the copter was on. I looked up to see sky through the opening above. "Sorry Steele" Rickles said "He was gonna blow me away" Then Steele shouted to me to get on the chopper. He was gonna blast away at a few more of them. I turned to do so when one jumped out at me. The thing knocked me over and I hot my head. And unconsciousness fell in me. I heard shouts just before it. But that was it. I figured I was dead. "Please don't let me turn into a zombie" my last thought I heard a 'thwump, thwump, thwump' softly after. Then the sound got louder and faster . then when I opened my eyes I looked up and I saw Steele. The bug hunk of man was looking down at me. Smiling. "He's awake" he called out to someone. "It's okay buddy" he then said "We are up in the air" His face had softened from before .no longer with an angry scowl. Making him actually handsome beyond the grunge of his grizzly beard. His eyes soft as he glanced down at me. "You're safe now." He added "Rickles got the bastard before he could bite you" Then he stroked my hair. The huge man seemed almost gentle now. Then he helped me to sitting. My hand grabbed at his thick knee to steady myself. I could see his thick cock tube between those meaty legs as I got up. It was splayed there making a big delicious lump. "Where are we?" I asked as I looked out "Heading out to sea." He said "There are some islands bout 50 or so miles out " "These fucks will never get to us there" I looked down to the lands below us. There were zombies seemingly everywhere. Slow lumbering things looking for food. Us. But we just passed over them as we made ourselves to the end of land. Steele reached over to me as we hit water. He grabbed me and pulled me to his face. Then the hunk kissed me. His mouth tasted good, regardless of all the fear and sweat from the last few hours. "So glad you are okay" he then said "Some here stud" I said back Then I looked out and saw nothing but water. We had left the mainland far behind. I could see the cities skyline in the distance. But we not coming back Rickles was headed for some small island miles from it. Where the Zombies could not get to us. We landed some 20 minutes later. There was a clearing on the north side of the island we landed on. Ancbthere was a helicopter pad there. Then as we stepped off the copter and looked around. All there was was the wind moving through the trees. I sighed at the peacefulness. Yet it seemed eerie at the same time. "Why here?" I then asked "Been here before" Rickles then stated "There is an abandoned military base here" "Closed down a dozen years back " "We have supplies here. So we should be good for awhile" "Yeah and there are plenty of fish in the ocean" Steele added "So we are good" The big hunk suggested we all get cleaned up. So that we can finally relax. Rickles then lead us to the base door. It was at some high rock formations there was a hill and rock and water moving down through the rocks from I would surmise was the last rains. There along the rock was some steps down and a door. Steele grabbed his gun. I took it that he was being cautious. But as Rickles pulled at a crank. There was a loud 'Klak" then he pushed the door opened. A smell of moisture and darkness waifed out at us. "There is probably no lights" Rickles said. "But the generator should still be working " "We can out some gas in it and have lights for a little while at least. " We stepped in with flashlights and moved into the place. It was still and quiet too. Rickles flicked on a trip to see if the lights would work. But no. "Generator is in here" he said He opened the door to a small dark room. There in the corners was a larger machine. He went over to it and flicked a few switchs. Then he pulled a lever. Crossing his fingers in hopes that there was gas in it and it would start. The thing made a sputtering sound, but then turned over. Then the lights began to flicker and come on. They were dim, and Rickles wasn't sure how long they would stay on. So we moved around the place to get supplies. Food and what ever we could. He said there were candles and propane lanterns we could use. The place was small and cold. So I didn't want to have to stay there. He laughed when I mentioned that. . "Ohh no man" he then said "You would die in here " "There is very little air in here" Then he said there were a few small houses built on the other side if trees around to the north if where we were. "They are tiny" he said "But they will keep us from weather and cold" We then left the hole in the ground. He turned off the generator. And then we headed towards where the houses were. We went around to the left of where the copter was sitting. Then there was a path through the trees. And some 200 hundred yards up was another small clearing. There I saw was 4 small log cabin looking things. There was a stream passing nwteen two of them and another bunch of trees and a lagoon out to the bay to the right. It was beautiful. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I looked out to the bay and the other islands nearby. There were a hand full of them. All small, but not too far off. And as were on the to the north of where we landed, I could no longer see the mainland in the distance. Just the ocean. "We can relax now" came a manly voice behind me I looked back and it was Steele. He looked like Hell, but still hot. The beard very full and almost bushy. He smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Then the big bear squeezed it. "Well. We are safe now" he said "We got food and drink for a while" "And we got each other" I looked atbhis big beefy body and smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed me. He tasted pretty good considering all we had gone through. Then he pulled off his shirt. Then pulled down his pants. The big bear was now naked again. His beefy hairy form looking great. I gazed and his big chest and then down to his soft big dick. Then he turned from me and headed towards the water. "Come. Join me" he said And he stepped into the lagoon...... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ next : the last chapter | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2019 01:50:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (13)
This is a fictional stoy about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I forgotten how hot the Stele character was.A definite
hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (13)
Safe at last....
...... "Rhodes" I kept hearing Steele scream
I was still firing at the Zombies. Hitting one or two. But there was so
many now. It was a surge if them coming up the corridor. I kept yelling
at Steele. But he kept screaming at the door.
"We're dead" I thought
"They are still coming. And we are dead"
Then my ammo emptied in my gun. I looked at it in fear. But saw
Steele's bag on the floor. I grabbed it and reached into it for more
ammo. But I pulled out a grenade instead.
That's when Steele noticed I was not shooting anymore. He turned and saw
what I was holding. His eyes widened. Then he handed me his gun.
"Gimme that" he said
"Keep shooting"
Then he handed me another case of bullets for the rifle. I held it as I
continued to shoot. His gun was better. Shooting off more rounds than
mine. Then he pulled the clip on the grenade. Then threw it into the
zombie mass.
"Get down" he shouted
So I dropped as he threw the item. Then moments later an explosion.
Zombie parts flew every where. Then he grabbed another one two. He
grabbed another gun he had and then he crouched down at the door with the
grenades. Then he pulled the rings off the two grenades.
Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the zombie horde. Screaming
at me to keep shooting. Then the grenades went off. And at that moment
he pulled me into a doorway.
"Fuckk.!" I yelled as the explosion shook the place.
Then he tossed another grenade out the doorway at towards the zombies.
More body parts flew everywhere.
"Let's go !" He said as he ran out and back to the big door
I ran after him. Looking back to see zombies crawling over broken zombie
remains. I looked and the door was gone. It blasted inwards into the
large chamber.
On the ground to the right was Rhodes. The shrapnel of the door hit him
and he was down. We rushed into the room and Steele went to his captain.
Rhodes reached for the gun that was near him in the ground.
"No you don't mother fucker." Steel growled
"You were gonna leave us behind"
"Now I'm gonna kill you"
I looked at Rhodes. He had a piece of the door in his side. And he was
bleeding. Alot. I then placed a hand in Steele's big shoulder.
"Leave him" I said
"He is lunch anyways"
Steele looked at me and smiled. Then down at Rhodes.
"Thanks to my boy here" he then said
"I am not gonna kill you "
"Fuck you!" Rhodes huffed
"Fuck you"
Then Steele looked back at me. Smiled and grabbed me. He pulled me to his
big body and kissed me.
"So glad you are with us" he said
Then the Zombies pushed through the doorway. Then steele spit down at
Rhodes.
"I won't kill you. But...!" He said laughing
Then he pulled me to the copter. Rickles was still there. And that's when
he flicked a leaver on the platform the copter was on. I looked up to see
sky through the opening above.
"Sorry Steele" Rickles said
"He was gonna blow me away"
Then Steele shouted to me to get on the chopper. He was gonna blast away
at a few more of them. I turned to do so when one jumped out at me. The
thing knocked me over and I hot my head. And unconsciousness fell in me.
I heard shouts just before it. But that was it. I figured I was dead.
"Please don't let me turn into a zombie" my last thought
I heard a 'thwump, thwump, thwump' softly after. Then the sound got
louder and faster . then when I opened my eyes I looked up and I saw
Steele. The bug hunk of man was looking down at me. Smiling.
"He's awake" he called out to someone.
"It's okay buddy" he then said
"We are up in the air"
His face had softened from before .no longer with an angry scowl. Making
him actually handsome beyond the grunge of his grizzly beard. His eyes
soft as he glanced down at me.
"You're safe now." He added
"Rickles got the bastard before he could bite you"
Then he stroked my hair. The huge man seemed almost gentle now. Then he
helped me to sitting. My hand grabbed at his thick knee to steady myself.
I could see his thick cock tube between those meaty legs as I got up. It
was splayed there making a big delicious lump.
"Where are we?" I asked as I looked out
"Heading out to sea." He said
"There are some islands bout 50 or so miles out "
"These fucks will never get to us there"
I looked down to the lands below us. There were zombies seemingly
everywhere. Slow lumbering things looking for food. Us. But we just
passed over them as we made ourselves to the end of land.
Steele reached over to me as we hit water. He grabbed me and pulled me to
his face. Then the hunk kissed me. His mouth tasted good, regardless of
all the fear and sweat from the last few hours.
"So glad you are okay" he then said
"Some here stud" I said back
Then I looked out and saw nothing but water. We had left the mainland far
behind. I could see the cities skyline in the distance. But we not coming
back Rickles was headed for some small island miles from it. Where the
Zombies could not get to us.
We landed some 20 minutes later. There was a clearing on the north side
of the island we landed on. Ancbthere was a helicopter pad there. Then as
we stepped off the copter and looked around. All there was was the wind
moving through the trees. I sighed at the peacefulness. Yet it seemed
eerie at the same time.
"Why here?" I then asked
"Been here before" Rickles then stated
"There is an abandoned military base here"
"Closed down a dozen years back "
"We have supplies here. So we should be good for awhile"
"Yeah and there are plenty of fish in the ocean" Steele added
"So we are good"
The big hunk suggested we all get cleaned up. So that we can finally
relax. Rickles then lead us to the base door. It was at some high rock
formations there was a hill and rock and water moving down through the
rocks from I would surmise was the last rains.
There along the rock was some steps down and a door. Steele grabbed his
gun. I took it that he was being cautious. But as Rickles pulled at a
crank. There was a loud 'Klak" then he pushed the door opened. A smell of
moisture and darkness waifed out at us.
"There is probably no lights" Rickles said.
"But the generator should still be working "
"We can out some gas in it and have lights for a little while at least. "
We stepped in with flashlights and moved into the place. It was still and
quiet too. Rickles flicked on a trip to see if the lights would work.
But no.
"Generator is in here" he said
He opened the door to a small dark room. There in the corners was a
larger machine. He went over to it and flicked a few switchs. Then he
pulled a lever. Crossing his fingers in hopes that there was gas in it
and it would start. The thing made a sputtering sound, but then turned
over. Then the lights began to flicker and come on. They were dim, and
Rickles wasn't sure how long they would stay on. So we moved around the
place to get supplies. Food and what ever we could.
He said there were candles and propane lanterns we could use. The place
was small and cold. So I didn't want to have to stay there. He laughed
when I mentioned that. .
"Ohh no man" he then said
"You would die in here "
"There is very little air in here"
Then he said there were a few small houses built on the other side if
trees around to the north if where we were.
"They are tiny" he said
"But they will keep us from weather and cold"
We then left the hole in the ground. He turned off the generator. And
then we headed towards where the houses were. We went around to the left
of where the copter was sitting. Then there was a path through the trees.
And some 200 hundred yards up was another small clearing. There I saw was
4 small log cabin looking things. There was a stream passing nwteen two
of them and another bunch of trees and a lagoon out to the bay to the
right.
It was beautiful. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I looked out
to the bay and the other islands nearby. There were a hand full of them.
All small, but not too far off. And as were on the to the north of where
we landed, I could no longer see the mainland in the distance. Just the
ocean.
"We can relax now" came a manly voice behind me
I looked back and it was Steele. He looked like Hell, but still hot. The
beard very full and almost bushy. He smiled at me and placed a hand on my
shoulder. Then the big bear squeezed it.
"Well. We are safe now" he said
"We got food and drink for a while"
"And we got each other"
I looked atbhis big beefy body and smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed
me. He tasted pretty good considering all we had gone through. Then he
pulled off his shirt. Then pulled down his pants. The big bear was now
naked again. His beefy hairy form looking great. I gazed and his big
chest and then down to his soft big dick. Then he turned from me and
headed towards the water.
"Come. Join me" he said
And he stepped into the lagoon......
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-11 | Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2019 18:58:41 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (11) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (11) It All Goes to Hell... I lay in my cot all that day, recovering form the hard but crushing fuck of that bear dream Steele. My hole was swollen from his brutal ass wrecking., but I was okay with that. I had kept reachimg down and takingbup some of the studs sweet cum as it seemed to continued to drool out of my gaping hole. Tasting his wonderful cream. And all was quiet. I could only hear the thrumming of the facilities power source. Not k owing bow much longer it would run, without some sort of maintenance crew. But at that moment, it didn't matter. I had dozed off as I was at some peace. "Hmmm" I sighed as I fell to sleep I floated amoungst the dream state of a world that was no longer there. Everyone I knew was gone, or turned into a zombie. I had no one to coult on but this rag tag crew. And honestly, I trusted none of them. Especially Rhodes and Sanchez. Rhiepdes was a self serving ass, and Sanchez was just plain a coward. Both would toss me to the Zombies to save their own hides. "Steele" I said in slumber My mind flashing images of the big beefy man as he stood at the catwalk to the caves. Big hulking bear he was. Holding his bug crotch in hand and waving it at the Zombies. Offering them his 'Big Meat'. All eyes looking at the huge stud and that huge bulge. Now knowing that everyone here had had him at least once. But I wanted the big brute all to myself now. "Fuck me daddy" I sighed in my sleep "Give me that huge schlong" "Impregnate me. Ughnn" I then felt a dick slide into me. As I was in slumber, I figured it was just that, a dream. I reached up as I saw him in my head. Reached up to his vast chest. My fingers touch the fur in his body. Running through it. Cooing as I felt his awesome body. "Give it to me daddy" I moaned "Hmmmff. Fuck me Steele. Fuckk mee!" I pushed my ass back at him. Urging the beast to fuck me harder. And he did. He started to drive more dick into me. Grunting as he thrust cock deep in my belly. I moaned all the more as I felt it. My hands grabbed atbcheat fur and pulled. Wanting his dick to take me. "Do it Steele" I cried out "Breed me again daddy" "Awee fuckk yess!" The grunts from him then turned to giggles. A higher pitch laughter than such a man would bellow. My eyes shot opened and I looked up to see Rickles on me. The other hairy guy here was fucking me. He was enjoying me and my sloppy well fucked ass too. His mouth then opening as he loved the goey sensation on his cock. I pondered whether or not to tell him to stop. But as I looked up and saw the fur on his chest through his opened shirt, I let it happen. "He is the only other guy I would let fuck me" I said to myself Then I reached up to Rickles and pulled at his shirt. I wanted to see his very hairy chest again. "Why are you still with this on" I said "I want to see chest hair" I pulled at the shirt as it popped buttons opened. Then his dark hairy chest was now there form me. I smiled as he continued to dig his dick into my ass. The wet sounds of his cock slamming me filled my room. "Yeah man. That's it daddy" I cooed "Give me that hairy cock Rickles" His dick started to fuck me harder now. As the sensations on it gave him more and more pleasure. Rickles mouth groaned and his eyes pulled up in his head as he started to moan heavier. My sloppy hole was gonna make him bust another load into me. I reach for that hairy chest and found his nipples amongst the dense fur. Then I pulled at them. Tugged at them and twisted them. Rickles cried out from the slight tinge of pain he felt. "Awee fuckk man. Shiit!" He cried "Give it to my stud" I then said "Drill my pussy and breed me" "Want it." "Mix it up there with Steele's cum" He started to thrust harder now. The sensations on his nipples pushing him closer to an orgasm. He was panting now. Grunting hard as he thrust. I felt his dick as it pushed into my bowels. His smaller size a more welcomed entry than the huge Steele. "Yeah mam. Yeah! " he groaned "You want it man. You want my cum?" "Yess stud. Yess!" I shouted "Fill me up. Breed!" His hard huffed coming faster now as he started to really drill my hole. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my used up ass echoing in my room. The hard slaps of his body to mine doing the same. Then as he had done the first time he fucked me he started to make those whimpering noises as his eruption loomed. Loud chipmunk chirps as his body gave to his orgasm. "Hmmf. Hmmf. Hmff fuckk baby!" He then yelled "Gonna blow man. Gonna blow!" His body turned rigid for a brief moment before he did explode. Then Rickles slammed into my guts again and his cock blew up. My already cum drenched bowels were flooded yet again with cum. I felt as each wonderful blast jettisoned into me. Multiple shots of hot cum poured into my ass. It felt warm and soothing in me. "Yeahh you got bear' I yelled "Fill me up. Fill me up" I grabbed him and pulled him to me. Then grabbed his face and slapped some smooch on the hot bear. Then he turned over and lay there next to me on the small bed. He was still panting a bit as we lay there. "Damn boy. That was good" he said to me "You are pretty great yourself Rickles" I said And then we just lay there for a bit. I dozed off as I lay there. But the sleep wasn't long. For as I slept there, images of a double team between Rickles and Steele filled my head. But then Rickles shook me awake. It was a hrd shake as he aoke me with shouts. And it was then that I heard screams "Get up man!" he crowed "Something is happening" He was right. I could hear the commotion. We quickly dressed and ran out of the room. We rushed down the hall towards the tunnels. It was where the sounds were coming from. When we burst through the doors, I saw Sarah. She was screaming as Sanchez had fallen into the tunnels beyond the fence separating us from the Zombies. But she was trying to open the gates. "Noo. Sanchez!" She screamed "Stop you stupid bitch" Steele was yelling back at her He was trying to climb down to stop her, but didn't get there in time. She opened it and pulled it opened. Sanchez was just in the other side. He reached for her and she pulled him through. "Noo!" I screamed "He's been bitten!" "Push him back" I had just gotten to her when she pulled Sanchez through. He had a bite gash in his neck. Blood was bushing from it. I tried to push him back into the tunnel, but he swung and stuck me. But I managed to shove at him. But this only made him move and I hit Sarah. She fell back and to the opening. That's when hands grabbed at her. Rickles pulled me back as he saw several zombies pushing at the door. They grabbed at Sarah and one of then got her in the arm. Biting at the flesh and tearing at it. She screamed. "Die bitch" Steele growled as he was next to us now He pulled out his gun and shot her in the head. Sanchez screamed. Steele turned to shoot at him, but a zombie grabbed at his gun hand. It tried to bite and the gun fell, but not before he fired and it hit Sanchez in the chest. He fell to the ground as death quickly closed in on him. I had grabbed one of the poles they ued to corral the Zombies and thrust it at the Zombies face. Skewering it's head through the mouth. Steele pulled away and the Zombies started to push through the gate. "We gotta get outta here" he yelled "Yeah man. Let's get the fuck outta here" Rickles added He grabbed me and we ran. I was able to grab at the gun and started to shoot at them as they becan to push in force through the gates. I could hear Sarah's screams of agony as she was torn at the limbs. "Fuckk!" I yelled as we ran....... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2019 18:58:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (11)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught
it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.A
definite hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (11)
It All Goes to Hell...
I lay in my cot all that day, recovering form the hard but crushing fuck
of that bear dream Steele. My hole was swollen from his brutal ass
wrecking., but I was okay with that. I had kept reachimg down and
takingbup some of the studs sweet cum as it seemed to continued to drool
out of my gaping hole. Tasting his wonderful cream.
And all was quiet. I could only hear the thrumming of the facilities
power source. Not k owing bow much longer it would run, without some
sort of maintenance crew. But at that moment, it didn't matter. I had
dozed off as I was at some peace.
"Hmmm" I sighed as I fell to sleep
I floated amoungst the dream state of a world that was no longer there.
Everyone I knew was gone, or turned into a zombie. I had no one to coult
on but this rag tag crew. And honestly, I trusted none of them.
Especially Rhodes and Sanchez. Rhiepdes was a self serving ass, and
Sanchez was just plain a coward. Both would toss me to the Zombies to
save their own hides.
"Steele" I said in slumber
My mind flashing images of the big beefy man as he stood at the catwalk
to the caves. Big hulking bear he was. Holding his bug crotch in hand
and waving it at the Zombies. Offering them his 'Big Meat'.
All eyes looking at the huge stud and that huge bulge. Now knowing that
everyone here had had him at least once. But I wanted the big brute all
to myself now.
"Fuck me daddy" I sighed in my sleep
"Give me that huge schlong"
"Impregnate me. Ughnn"
I then felt a dick slide into me. As I was in slumber, I figured it was
just that, a dream. I reached up as I saw him in my head. Reached up to
his vast chest. My fingers touch the fur in his body. Running through it.
Cooing as I felt his awesome body.
"Give it to me daddy" I moaned
"Hmmmff. Fuck me Steele. Fuckk mee!"
I pushed my ass back at him. Urging the beast to fuck me harder. And he
did. He started to drive more dick into me. Grunting as he thrust cock
deep in my belly. I moaned all the more as I felt it. My hands grabbed
atbcheat fur and pulled. Wanting his dick to take me.
"Do it Steele" I cried out
"Breed me again daddy"
"Awee fuckk yess!"
The grunts from him then turned to giggles. A higher pitch laughter than
such a man would bellow. My eyes shot opened and I looked up to see
Rickles on me. The other hairy guy here was fucking me.
He was enjoying me and my sloppy well fucked ass too. His mouth then
opening as he loved the goey sensation on his cock. I pondered whether or
not to tell him to stop. But as I looked up and saw the fur on his chest
through his opened shirt, I let it happen.
"He is the only other guy I would let fuck me" I said to myself
Then I reached up to Rickles and pulled at his shirt. I wanted to see his
very hairy chest again.
"Why are you still with this on" I said
"I want to see chest hair"
I pulled at the shirt as it popped buttons opened. Then his dark hairy
chest was now there form me. I smiled as he continued to dig his dick
into my ass. The wet sounds of his cock slamming me filled my room.
"Yeah man. That's it daddy" I cooed
"Give me that hairy cock Rickles"
His dick started to fuck me harder now. As the sensations on it gave him
more and more pleasure. Rickles mouth groaned and his eyes pulled up in
his head as he started to moan heavier. My sloppy hole was gonna make him
bust another load into me. I reach for that hairy chest and found his
nipples amongst the dense fur. Then I pulled at them. Tugged at them and
twisted them. Rickles cried out from the slight tinge of pain he felt.
"Awee fuckk man. Shiit!" He cried
"Give it to my stud" I then said
"Drill my pussy and breed me"
"Want it."
"Mix it up there with Steele's cum"
He started to thrust harder now. The sensations on his nipples pushing
him closer to an orgasm. He was panting now. Grunting hard as he thrust.
I felt his dick as it pushed into my bowels. His smaller size a more
welcomed entry than the huge Steele.
"Yeah mam. Yeah! " he groaned
"You want it man. You want my cum?"
"Yess stud. Yess!" I shouted
"Fill me up. Breed!"
His hard huffed coming faster now as he started to really drill my hole.
The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my used up ass echoing in my
room. The hard slaps of his body to mine doing the same.
Then as he had done the first time he fucked me he started to make those
whimpering noises as his eruption loomed. Loud chipmunk chirps as his
body gave to his orgasm.
"Hmmf. Hmmf. Hmff fuckk baby!" He then yelled
"Gonna blow man. Gonna blow!"
His body turned rigid for a brief moment before he did explode. Then
Rickles slammed into my guts again and his cock blew up. My already cum
drenched bowels were flooded yet again with cum.
I felt as each wonderful blast jettisoned into me. Multiple shots of hot
cum poured into my ass. It felt warm and soothing in me.
"Yeahh you got bear' I yelled
"Fill me up. Fill me up"
I grabbed him and pulled him to me. Then grabbed his face and slapped
some smooch on the hot bear. Then he turned over and lay there next to me
on the small bed. He was still panting a bit as we lay there.
"Damn boy. That was good" he said to me
"You are pretty great yourself Rickles" I said
And then we just lay there for a bit. I dozed off as I lay there. But the
sleep wasn't long. For as I slept there, images of a double team between
Rickles and Steele filled my head.
But then Rickles shook me awake. It was a hrd shake as he aoke me with
shouts. And it was then that I heard screams
"Get up man!" he crowed
"Something is happening"
He was right. I could hear the commotion. We quickly dressed and ran out
of the room. We rushed down the hall towards the tunnels. It was where
the sounds were coming from.
When we burst through the doors, I saw Sarah. She was screaming as
Sanchez had fallen into the tunnels beyond the fence separating us from
the Zombies. But she was trying to open the gates.
"Noo. Sanchez!" She screamed
"Stop you stupid bitch" Steele was yelling back at her
He was trying to climb down to stop her, but didn't get there in time.
She opened it and pulled it opened. Sanchez was just in the other side.
He reached for her and she pulled him through.
"Noo!" I screamed
"He's been bitten!"
"Push him back"
I had just gotten to her when she pulled Sanchez through. He had a bite
gash in his neck. Blood was bushing from it. I tried to push him back
into the tunnel, but he swung and stuck me. But I managed to shove at
him. But this only made him move and I hit Sarah. She fell back and to
the opening. That's when hands grabbed at her.
Rickles pulled me back as he saw several zombies pushing at the door.
They grabbed at Sarah and one of then got her in the arm. Biting at the
flesh and tearing at it. She screamed.
"Die bitch" Steele growled as he was next to us now
He pulled out his gun and shot her in the head. Sanchez screamed. Steele
turned to shoot at him, but a zombie grabbed at his gun hand. It tried
to bite and the gun fell, but not before he fired and it hit Sanchez in
the chest. He fell to the ground as death quickly closed in on him.
I had grabbed one of the poles they ued to corral the Zombies and thrust
it at the Zombies face. Skewering it's head through the mouth. Steele
pulled away and the Zombies started to push through the gate.
"We gotta get outta here" he yelled
"Yeah man. Let's get the fuck outta here" Rickles added
He grabbed me and we ran. I was able to grab at the gun and started to
shoot at them as they becan to push in force through the gates. I could
hear Sarah's screams of agony as she was torn at the limbs.
"Fuckk!" I yelled as we ran.......
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-12 | Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2019 00:40:28 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (12) This is a fictional stoy about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (12) Making an Escape.... ..... The screams of Sarah flooded my head. It was horrifying. And to see as those creatures ripped her apart was even worse. I was breathing heavy, just to breath. Rickles pulling at me as I ran. Steele had grabbed the gun from me and continued to shoot at the things behind us. He was yelling at us to get to the hangar. "Rickles" he yelled "Get the helicopter going" Then he told me to follow him. He wanted to get to the guns. He wanted any protection he could get. So I followed the big hunk. He told me to get it together as he needed me. So I did as he said. Taking deep breaths as I tried to cakm myself. We made it to the weapons hold. He said to grab all I could. I grabbed a bag and some pistols and a few rifles. He did the same,also grabbing some grenades. "Let's go man" he yelled We started to make our way back through the halls. Heading towards the hangar. We passed through the kitchen area and I grabbed what food I could. I didn't know where we were going, but wanted to make sure we had some food. "Good idea man" he huffed "Here. Another bag" he said as he through me another pack. I stuffed another bag full of whatever I could. Then heard more screams. There were now new shouts as I heard the doctor in the lab yelling. We ran to it to see if he was okay. But he was already swarmed with them. Screaming as he was being attacked. Steele started shooting at them. Grabbing a rifle and shooting. I grabbed a gun and did the same. I started to blast at any zombie i could. Trying to get the head as he had said. 'Kill the head. Kill the zombie" he had said to me I got a few of them. We had to get out of there as mpre were coming. I shouted to the man to go. We ran out of there as the doors were giving to at least a dozen zombies. Then ran down the hall to more in our way. "Fuckk! " he yelled "Are we blocked" I said "No but we have to make our way around them. " So we turned and went down another corridor. Panic hit me. As we rushed through the halls. We turned down another Hall and ended up back near the caves. I was afraid we had gone the wrong way. But Steele seemed to know where he was going. So I followed. "This way" he said. So we turned and went through behind some of the equipment. There behind it all was another passage way. Something I hadn't seen before. "This will take us behind the laboratory" he said "But you gotta be fucking quiet" "K" I said with fear in my voice "We will be okay buddy" he then said as he patted my shoulder. He then said we would come up behind it and then our only obstacle was that it took us through the kitchen and back through the main hall. That if there were some there we would have to shoot out way through. "Then it's a straight shot to the helopad" he said "Rickles will have the door bolted until we get there" I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I followed the big stud as he lead me through that back corridor. When we reached the area of the lab, there was a half high glass partition. Shoulder high up to see into the lab. The hall continued on beyond the small 12 or so feet of glass. But there was a door just on the other side. That lead to the lab. Steele waves his hand for me to go down. To get down low. Then we stopped. The thumping in my heart was frightening. I felt it would leap from my chest. "One of those fucks is looking through the glass" he said with a whisper "Get down low and crawl" So I crouched down low as he was doing. Then he started to move. He told me to stay against the wall as I moved. But to be quiet. I was trying to hold breaths as I moved along the wall. Taking in air only when I needed. I could see the lights from the lab against the opposite wall. And the silhouette of the zombie as he just stood there looking out it like it was a window. "Let us make it" I huffed softly "Please let us make it" "Ohh God, please let us make it." We passed under the zombie and moved further along the wall. What we didn't see was some broken glass near the door. It was in the ground. And his hand landed in a sharp shard. Pain hit him and he chirped. It was a low muffled cry as he tried to hold back the pain. But it was enough. The door pushed opened and something was coming through. Then he said to run. Yelling loud at he rushed the door. The force of his push knocked the zombie over. "Run!" He yelled again "Run like Hell" We tore off down the corridor. Then I looked dback too see the door burst open with a flood of them. They were in pursuit. Groaning and moaning behind us. Lucky for us we were faster. We ran through the kitchen and into the main hall. There we did have to fire in several already in there. Lucky for us Steele could shoot. His hits were more in mark. I only slowed them down. "Just keep moving." He yelled. So I ran behind him. Rushing through the corridors. Then down another long Hall. I hadn't remembered this one. But he said we were almost there. Then I saw a door at the end of the hall. With a few doorways to the left. "Almost there man" he huffed I looked back to see zombies moving down the corridor towards us. They were pretty far back there so I felt safe. But the Steele shouted and I bashed into him as he had stopped. "Fuck!" He yelled "Shoot. Shoot!" He started to shoot at something. I turned to see several cone out of the doorways but ione grabbed at him and tried to bite him. He pushed it and shot. He got it but was rush by another one. He was knocked down and fell to the floor. And he dropped hus gun. There were several more coming out. One fell forward at Steele trying to get at him. I shot and hit the mark. The head. It just slipped if into Steele's meaty thigh. But the big man was pinned under the Dead zombie. "Fuck!" He grumbled as he tries to push the body off But another one lungedat him. I shot and missed the head. The thing fell to the floor near Steele's legs. The big man tried to crawl back and away from the gnashing tortured mouth. But hit found wall and was now pushed against it. He was yelling as the zombie crawled between his legs. I then looked at the zombie mpincjimg closer to Steele. Mouth trying to bite. Steel pushed at its head, and it turned at me. "Oohh shiit!" I cried out "Salazar!" "Noooooo!" Steele screamed The think that used to be Salazar then lunged forward. His face diving between steels legs. His face moving towards his target. And then I saw his target. There between steels legs at his crotch was his dick. Down there between his legs making a very sizable. Target to bite on. Salazar's mouth opened and went for the big tube pressed there in the man's military pants. He was gonna big off Steele's dick. That huge magnificent cock I wanted more of. "Nooo!" I screamed "Noo!" I fired at Salazar and hit his head. It exploded in a spray of blood that blew onto Steele's legs and crotch. Then the Dead zombie slumped into steels big crotch. I got him. I got the fucker and saved my hunk. Steele looked up at me with shock. There were tears in his eyes. I then heard groans from the corridor. It was more if them. I kicked the body off his lap and grabbed Steele. I helped the man to his feet. "Let's go man" I shouted "Come on Steele" He snapped out of his shock and fear and got up. He grabbed his gun and then turned to start firing on the Zombies coming down the hall. I reached the door but it was locked. I started to bang on it. Steele had said that Rickles would have to lock it so no one got in. There was a glass window at the top. I saw Rickles and the captain in there. Then banged in the door. "Open up. Let us in" I shouted Steel got to the door and also started to bang on the door. "Rickles" he yelled open the fucking door "Open the fucking door" I saw Rickles at the copter. He was sitting in the pilots seat. But he pointed to the captain. I then saw the captain had a gun. He was pointing it at Rickles. Screaming at him to open the hatch above. Steele screamed at Rhodes to open the door. He just flopped us off and said. 'Fuck you Steele'. I looked back and saw the Zombies getting closer. If Rhodes would not open the door, we were dead. It's all I could see. "Steele!" I shouted "Look" They were closing. They would be on us in less than a minute. Steel banged on the door again. Yelling louder " Rhodes. You piece of shiit!" He screamed "I will kill you" "I will kill you" I turned and started to shoot. Hitting zombies left and right. But they kpt coming. And those that fell were walked over by others. I cried out to steel again, as I figured we could not hold them off. "Steele!" I shouted He was still banging in the door........ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Next. The last chapter | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2019 00:40:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (12)
This is a fictional stoy about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (12)
Making an Escape....
..... The screams of Sarah flooded my head. It was horrifying. And to see
as those creatures ripped her apart was even worse. I was breathing
heavy, just to breath. Rickles pulling at me as I ran.
Steele had grabbed the gun from me and continued to shoot at the things
behind us. He was yelling at us to get to the hangar.
"Rickles" he yelled
"Get the helicopter going"
Then he told me to follow him. He wanted to get to the guns. He wanted
any protection he could get. So I followed the big hunk. He told me to
get it together as he needed me. So I did as he said. Taking deep breaths
as I tried to cakm myself.
We made it to the weapons hold. He said to grab all I could. I grabbed a
bag and some pistols and a few rifles. He did the same,also grabbing some
grenades.
"Let's go man" he yelled
We started to make our way back through the halls. Heading towards the
hangar. We passed through the kitchen area and I grabbed what food I
could. I didn't know where we were going, but wanted to make sure we had
some food.
"Good idea man" he huffed
"Here. Another bag" he said as he through me another pack.
I stuffed another bag full of whatever I could. Then heard more screams.
There were now new shouts as I heard the doctor in the lab yelling. We
ran to it to see if he was okay. But he was already swarmed with them.
Screaming as he was being attacked.
Steele started shooting at them. Grabbing a rifle and shooting. I grabbed
a gun and did the same. I started to blast at any zombie i could. Trying
to get the head as he had said.
'Kill the head. Kill the zombie" he had said to me
I got a few of them. We had to get out of there as mpre were coming. I
shouted to the man to go. We ran out of there as the doors were giving to
at least a dozen zombies. Then ran down the hall to more in our way.
"Fuckk! " he yelled
"Are we blocked" I said
"No but we have to make our way around them. "
So we turned and went down another corridor. Panic hit me. As we rushed
through the halls. We turned down another Hall and ended up back near the
caves. I was afraid we had gone the wrong way. But Steele seemed to know
where he was going. So I followed.
"This way" he said.
So we turned and went through behind some of the equipment. There behind
it all was another passage way. Something I hadn't seen before.
"This will take us behind the laboratory" he said
"But you gotta be fucking quiet"
"K" I said with fear in my voice
"We will be okay buddy" he then said as he patted my shoulder.
He then said we would come up behind it and then our only obstacle was
that it took us through the kitchen and back through the main hall. That
if there were some there we would have to shoot out way through.
"Then it's a straight shot to the helopad" he said
"Rickles will have the door bolted until we get there"
I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I followed the big stud as he
lead me through that back corridor. When we reached the area of the lab,
there was a half high glass partition. Shoulder high up to see into the
lab. The hall continued on beyond the small 12 or so feet of glass. But
there was a door just on the other side. That lead to the lab.
Steele waves his hand for me to go down. To get down low. Then we
stopped. The thumping in my heart was frightening. I felt it would leap
from my chest.
"One of those fucks is looking through the glass" he said with a whisper
"Get down low and crawl"
So I crouched down low as he was doing. Then he started to move. He told
me to stay against the wall as I moved. But to be quiet. I was trying to
hold breaths as I moved along the wall. Taking in air only when I
needed.
I could see the lights from the lab against the opposite wall. And the
silhouette of the zombie as he just stood there looking out it like it
was a window.
"Let us make it" I huffed softly
"Please let us make it"
"Ohh God, please let us make it."
We passed under the zombie and moved further along the wall. What we
didn't see was some broken glass near the door. It was in the ground. And
his hand landed in a sharp shard. Pain hit him and he chirped. It was a
low muffled cry as he tried to hold back the pain. But it was enough.
The door pushed opened and something was coming through. Then he said to
run. Yelling loud at he rushed the door. The force of his push knocked
the zombie over.
"Run!" He yelled again
"Run like Hell"
We tore off down the corridor. Then I looked dback too see the door burst
open with a flood of them. They were in pursuit. Groaning and moaning
behind us. Lucky for us we were faster.
We ran through the kitchen and into the main hall. There we did have to
fire in several already in there. Lucky for us Steele could shoot. His
hits were more in mark. I only slowed them down.
"Just keep moving." He yelled.
So I ran behind him. Rushing through the corridors. Then down another
long Hall. I hadn't remembered this one. But he said we were almost
there. Then I saw a door at the end of the hall. With a few doorways to
the left.
"Almost there man" he huffed
I looked back to see zombies moving down the corridor towards us. They
were pretty far back there so I felt safe. But the Steele shouted and I
bashed into him as he had stopped.
"Fuck!" He yelled
"Shoot. Shoot!"
He started to shoot at something. I turned to see several cone out of the
doorways but ione grabbed at him and tried to bite him. He pushed it and
shot. He got it but was rush by another one. He was knocked down and fell
to the floor. And he dropped hus gun.
There were several more coming out. One fell forward at Steele trying to
get at him. I shot and hit the mark. The head. It just slipped if into
Steele's meaty thigh. But the big man was pinned under the Dead zombie.
"Fuck!" He grumbled as he tries to push the body off
But another one lungedat him. I shot and missed the head. The thing fell
to the floor near Steele's legs. The big man tried to crawl back and away
from the gnashing tortured mouth. But hit found wall and was now pushed
against it. He was yelling as the zombie crawled between his legs.
I then looked at the zombie mpincjimg closer to Steele. Mouth trying to
bite. Steel pushed at its head, and it turned at me.
"Oohh shiit!" I cried out
"Salazar!"
"Noooooo!" Steele screamed
The think that used to be Salazar then lunged forward. His face diving
between steels legs. His face moving towards his target. And then I saw
his target. There between steels legs at his crotch was his dick. Down
there between his legs making a very sizable. Target to bite on.
Salazar's mouth opened and went for the big tube pressed there in the
man's military pants. He was gonna big off Steele's dick. That huge
magnificent cock I wanted more of.
"Nooo!" I screamed
"Noo!"
I fired at Salazar and hit his head. It exploded in a spray of blood that
blew onto Steele's legs and crotch. Then the Dead zombie slumped into
steels big crotch. I got him. I got the fucker and saved my hunk. Steele
looked up at me with shock. There were tears in his eyes.
I then heard groans from the corridor. It was more if them. I kicked the
body off his lap and grabbed Steele. I helped the man to his feet.
"Let's go man" I shouted
"Come on Steele"
He snapped out of his shock and fear and got up. He grabbed his gun and
then turned to start firing on the Zombies coming down the hall. I
reached the door but it was locked. I started to bang on it.
Steele had said that Rickles would have to lock it so no one got in.
There was a glass window at the top. I saw Rickles and the captain in
there. Then banged in the door.
"Open up. Let us in" I shouted
Steel got to the door and also started to bang on the door.
"Rickles" he yelled open the fucking door
"Open the fucking door"
I saw Rickles at the copter. He was sitting in the pilots seat. But he
pointed to the captain. I then saw the captain had a gun. He was pointing
it at Rickles. Screaming at him to open the hatch above.
Steele screamed at Rhodes to open the door. He just flopped us off and
said. 'Fuck you Steele'.
I looked back and saw the Zombies getting closer. If Rhodes would not
open the door, we were dead. It's all I could see.
"Steele!" I shouted
"Look"
They were closing. They would be on us in less than a minute. Steel
banged on the door again. Yelling louder
" Rhodes. You piece of shiit!" He screamed
"I will kill you"
"I will kill you"
I turned and started to shoot. Hitting zombies left and right. But they
kpt coming. And those that fell were walked over by others. I cried out
to steel again, as I figured we could not hold them off.
"Steele!" I shouted
He was still banging in the door........
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Next. The last chapter
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-8 | Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2018 11:49:47 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (8) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (8) 'My turn with Steele..... ...... Steele and Salazar hadn't seen that I had caught their show. I was standing back there in the corner watching them. I had caught them as he had salazr bent over the edge, staring down at the Zombies below. I had seen as the huge man I desired was slamming the lucky Salazar hard and rough. All that bull dick. Those fat hanging balls. All things I wanted to have. Yet hadn't gotten what it seemed everyone else and not me. I watched as the big hunky bear threw him down and plowed him to orgasm. How I saw his huge barrel chest as Salazar got to worship it. "Lucky fuck" I had said as I watched the action. Then when Steele was done, I hid back amongst some of the crates and supplies and watched him pass me. His huge ass passed me as it moved in his pants. And the glimpse of his bouncing cock in this military pants. Still semi hard in them. "What a fucking stud" I said to myself. He left the area and left salazr laying there in a heap. Sighing in a stupor from the Royal fucking he had received. I then took my leave of the area. Peering through the main door back to the interior of the complex. I wanted to make sure Steele hadn't seen me. As I walked down the corridor I saw Sarah. She was covered in blood. She looked at me and then asked if I had seen Salazar. "Was in the tunnels with Steele" I said "Really!?" She came back "Thats a surprise" I looked at her and planned in asking about the blood. But in this place one never knew. "They seemed to be getting along 'much' better" I said to her I tried to punctuate the 'Much' as much as possible. Seeing if she got my jist. But she then just thanked me and headed back in that direction. So I did ask her about the blood "What happened?" I asked looking at he clothes "Had to kill a specimen" she replied "Ahh" I knew what she had meant. For that crazy doctor was still doing experiments in the Zombies. Trying to see what made them tick. I then watched as she headed to the doors to the tunnels. I giggled at myself as I imagined her finding Salazar back there naked and with a silly grin in his face. "Finding something funny" came the voice of Steele He had been around the corner and listening to us. I looked at the big hunky man as he stood there in all his manliness. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing his thick hairy arms. His shirt was still opened and all there was was his T-shirt covering his vast chest. Then there was those pants. To the left was his big slab of cock. It was still looking very sizable in them. I tried to revert my eyes from it. "No, nothing Steele" I said "Just talking to Sarah" "They had to kill another specimen" "Who gives a fuck" he growled "Should just shoot up all those fuckers and get the shit outta here" He paused as he contemplated his comment. Then he sighed a deep angry sigh. His hands went to his sides, touching his waist. Then he brought one to his forehead and rubbed himself there. "Just don't fucking know where." He added "Maybe an island somewhere" I said I pondered where. There had to be a place where there were no dead people. A place we could escape to that they couldn't find. Then it came to me. We were in Florida and there were islands all around us. "We are not far from the Keys." I suggested "Some of those islands have got to be uninhabited." "No dead to rise up and come for us" "Yeah. An island" he repeated "It's a good idea" Then he thought about it, and he came back with a grave answer. He planned on leaving people behind if that were the case. There was only one helicopter and it held a few people at best. "It will be one trip" he said "Me, Rickles and probably the bitch Sarah" "The rest of you are fucked" Then he laughed almost wickedly "Why her" I said "I should go to. I suggested it" "Fuck you did" he growled as he leaned in close "Besides. We gotta repopulate "And since she is the only one with a vagina" "Besides. What can you offer" I took this as my chance to show what I could offer this big delicious hunk of man. I moved in on him and grabbed at his crotch. Steele was shocked at my abrupt action. He pulled back in a start. But I had already grabbed that big thick log, and it felt incredible. "What the fuck are you doin"? He grumbled at me " I'm gonna show you what I am good at stud" With that I pushed the big man to the wall. Again he was unexpected of what I did. I groped at the bug covered cock I wanted so badly. I could feel as it responded to me. K owung I would have him now. Finally. Steele made a weak attempt to push me off. Like he didn't want it. Trying to be the macho man he was "Get off of me you fucking faggot" he yelled as he shoved me back "Yes. I am a foggot" I said back "Best cock sucker your gonna ever find" "And I want this fat cock in me stud" That's when Steele smiled. He looked so fucking sexy as he did. His bearded face aglow with the sex he would soon have. And it would be a new hole. A talented hole. "Fine pussy boy" he growled "Let's go then" He grabbed me and pulled me down the hall and to his room. Slamming the door behind us. The moment we were in it I quickly dropped to my knees before the bear of a man. Reaching for his big bulge. "Been wanting at this since I got here stud" I declared............. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum with the bull Steele | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2018 11:49:47 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (8)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead (Reboot (8)
'My turn with Steele.....
...... Steele and Salazar hadn't seen that I had caught their show. I was
standing back there in the corner watching them. I had caught them as he
had salazr bent over the edge, staring down at the Zombies below. I had
seen as the huge man I desired was slamming the lucky Salazar hard and
rough. All that bull dick. Those fat hanging balls. All things I wanted to
have. Yet hadn't gotten what it seemed everyone else and not me.
I watched as the big hunky bear threw him down and plowed him to orgasm.
How I saw his huge barrel chest as Salazar got to worship it.
"Lucky fuck" I had said as I watched the action.
Then when Steele was done, I hid back amongst some of the crates and
supplies and watched him pass me. His huge ass passed me as it moved in his
pants. And the glimpse of his bouncing cock in this military pants. Still
semi hard in them.
"What a fucking stud" I said to myself.
He left the area and left salazr laying there in a heap. Sighing in a
stupor from the Royal fucking he had received. I then took my leave of the
area. Peering through the main door back to the interior of the complex. I
wanted to make sure Steele hadn't seen me.
As I walked down the corridor I saw Sarah. She was covered in blood. She
looked at me and then asked if I had seen Salazar.
"Was in the tunnels with Steele" I said
"Really!?" She came back
"Thats a surprise"
I looked at her and planned in asking about the blood. But in this place
one never knew.
"They seemed to be getting along 'much' better" I said to her
I tried to punctuate the 'Much' as much as possible. Seeing if she got my
jist. But she then just thanked me and headed back in that direction. So I
did ask her about the blood
"What happened?" I asked looking at he clothes
"Had to kill a specimen" she replied
"Ahh"
I knew what she had meant. For that crazy doctor was still doing
experiments in the Zombies. Trying to see what made them tick. I then
watched as she headed to the doors to the tunnels. I giggled at myself as I
imagined her finding Salazar back there naked and with a silly grin in his
face.
"Finding something funny" came the voice of Steele
He had been around the corner and listening to us. I looked at the big
hunky man as he stood there in all his manliness. The sleeves of his shirt
rolled up, showing his thick hairy arms. His shirt was still opened and all
there was was his T-shirt covering his vast chest.
Then there was those pants. To the left was his big slab of cock. It was
still looking very sizable in them. I tried to revert my eyes from it.
"No, nothing Steele" I said
"Just talking to Sarah"
"They had to kill another specimen"
"Who gives a fuck" he growled
"Should just shoot up all those fuckers and get the shit outta here"
He paused as he contemplated his comment. Then he sighed a deep angry
sigh. His hands went to his sides, touching his waist. Then he brought one
to his forehead and rubbed himself there.
"Just don't fucking know where." He added
"Maybe an island somewhere" I said
I pondered where. There had to be a place where there were no dead
people. A place we could escape to that they couldn't find. Then it came to
me. We were in Florida and there were islands all around us.
"We are not far from the Keys." I suggested
"Some of those islands have got to be uninhabited."
"No dead to rise up and come for us"
"Yeah. An island" he repeated
"It's a good idea"
Then he thought about it, and he came back with a grave answer. He planned
on leaving people behind if that were the case. There was only one
helicopter and it held a few people at best.
"It will be one trip" he said
"Me, Rickles and probably the bitch Sarah"
"The rest of you are fucked"
Then he laughed almost wickedly
"Why her" I said
"I should go to. I suggested it"
"Fuck you did" he growled as he leaned in close
"Besides. We gotta repopulate
"And since she is the only one with a vagina"
"Besides. What can you offer"
I took this as my chance to show what I could offer this big delicious hunk
of man. I moved in on him and grabbed at his crotch. Steele was shocked at
my abrupt action. He pulled back in a start. But I had already grabbed that
big thick log, and it felt incredible.
"What the fuck are you doin"? He grumbled at me
" I'm gonna show you what I am good at stud"
With that I pushed the big man to the wall. Again he was unexpected of what
I did. I groped at the bug covered cock I wanted so badly. I could feel as
it responded to me. K owung I would have him now. Finally.
Steele made a weak attempt to push me off. Like he didn't want it. Trying
to be the macho man he was
"Get off of me you fucking faggot" he yelled as he shoved me back
"Yes. I am a foggot" I said back
"Best cock sucker your gonna ever find"
"And I want this fat cock in me stud"
That's when Steele smiled. He looked so fucking sexy as he did. His bearded
face aglow with the sex he would soon have. And it would be a new hole. A
talented hole.
"Fine pussy boy" he growled
"Let's go then"
He grabbed me and pulled me down the hall and to his room. Slamming the
door behind us. The moment we were in it I quickly dropped to my knees
before the bear of a man. Reaching for his big bulge.
"Been wanting at this since I got here stud" I declared.............
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More to cum with the bull Steele
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-9 | Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2018 20:18:16 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (9) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (9) 'Taking the bull .... ..... I was finally where I wanted to be. With the huge bear of a man Steele. Trapped in the studs room and on my knees before him. I planned in showing him why he needed to keep me around. Why he needed to take me with him in the escape from this place and to some island somewhere. Somewhere where the 'Dead' were not. There I was staring at the tube in his pants. It was a very intimidating looking thing. I wanted it, but did have trepidation due to his obvious size. I hadn't seen it full one, but knew this man was hung like a bull. And he would be the biggest cock I had ever had. "Look at that huge bulge" I said to myself "Gonna be a workout for my jaw" I licked my lips as I grabbed for his crotch again. I stroked along the man's thick covered shaft. It throbbed against my palm. I looked up at the huge brute. He was a godlike bull. Huge and thick. His beard turned me on. His thick maly body turned me on. And I wanted to see it all. But now I was to service his fat bull dick. So I shoved my face to his big crotch.Opening my mouth to grasp at the thick shaft in those pants. I then chewed on his dick through them. Feeling at the thing pulsated at me in response to the attention it received through them. "So you gonna take it out?" He growled "One must not rush pleasure stud" "That's why everyone else is just sex" "I will make you mad with passion" "Then you will plow me better than you have anyone else" Then I kissed the tube in the pants. Then I rubbed at the dick again. "Wow stud" i said. "Feels so fucking big" "Take it out and see boy" he grumbled I decided I had to free his big cock. So I pulled at the zipper. The sound of it moving down his crotch echoed in the room. I swallowed as I started to pulled down his pants. Soon I would see Steele's huge cock in all its glory. And it would be mine. I licked at my lips again and I pulled down his thick legs. His boxers underneath were already tenting due to his dick pushing at them. His legs looked bigger than I had seen. Or maybe it was just I wasn't paying much attention to them. Thick and furry they were. Almost like tree trunks. "Wow. Great legs daddy" I blurted I then pulled down his shorts. That's when his thick log fell out if them. And there before me was Steele's semi erect dick. It was currently near the 7 inch mark and easily thicker than my own. And he wasn't fully erect yet. I reached for his dick and wrapped my fingers around it. I could feel the intense heat of his cock on my hand. Then I saw his big heavy balls below it. Big cum filled nuts they were. Seemingly swollen as they were bigger than other men I had been with. "Wow" I said again "Big all around" "Yeah boy. Now suck on daddy's big dick" he commanded "Ya got me goin. And I wanna give it to you" So I lifted up his heavy cock and pulled the meat up towards my hungry mouth. So I of course moved in to take Steele's dick. I pulled my mouth to his thick meat. Opening it to take the bulbous cockhead. I could taste old sez on his dick. The sex from slaugthering Salazar. "Hmmm. Good" I sighed "Have been wanting to get at you since I got here stud" Then I moved down more of his huge cock. It continued to grow and thicken in my mouth. And I wanted him hard. I wanted to see his big dick in full. All I had gotten until now was glimpses at it from odd angles. So I could not be sure how big he was. I pulled on the thick shaft as I slobbered over it. The head now starting to drool his precious pre goo. It was rich and wonderful on my pallette. "Yeah boy" he groaned "Yer mouth feels real nice on my dick" "Give yer daddy a good head job" His body pushed at my head. He was definitely living my mouth on his dick. Groaning deeply as I slathered up his big cock with spit. I continued to lick and suck up the precum his cock was drooling out. And more and more if it came out of his dick. It was like a leaking faucet. A none stop dribble of his sweet juice pooling in my tongue. So I drank and drank it up "Soo fucking good" I cooed as I came off for some air "Best tasting cock ever" "And the biggest one I have ever had" The big stud smiled as I complemented his dick and his taste. So he decided to comment back "Fuckk boy" he moaned "Probably one of the best blows I have ever had man" His bug hand was now on my head as he pushed at my hungry face. He was feeding me his fat dick. Moving with my actions on his cock. Slowing as I did, so I could just lick the head and drink up more of his precum. I was so ravenous for this big man's dick. If it was the last one I ever had, I would be happy. "Shiiit boy" he moaned aloud "I really love that fucking mouth" "Getting me so close to the edge" "But daddy needs to feel yer pussy" "So if it's a great as yer mouth" So Steele took his big delicious dick from my wanton mouth. I was left there tongue hanging out as he pulled the thing from me. Mouth still aching for more on his dick. Then Steele grabbed me by the arms and picked me up. He then just started to pull at my pants. He wanted my ass naked for his next move. He was gonna fuck me. "Come on boy." He ordered "Take yer pants off" "Let yer daddy see that pussy hole" I pondered what I now had gotten myself into. After seeing this bull if a man take all the ass and hole he wanted from everyone in the place. I knew I had to have him. But now reality set in. The man planned on throwing me down and laying that huge pipe in me. My eyes widened at the images I received from my head. Steele on my back slamming his gut crushing cock into me. Pounding me silly as he did everyone else. Making me just another bitch for him to fuck. "That thing is gonna hurt" I said to myself.......... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2018 20:18:16 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (9)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (9)
'Taking the bull ....
..... I was finally where I wanted to be. With the huge bear of a man
Steele. Trapped in the studs room and on my knees before him. I planned in
showing him why he needed to keep me around. Why he needed to take me with
him in the escape from this place and to some island somewhere. Somewhere
where the 'Dead' were not.
There I was staring at the tube in his pants. It was a very intimidating
looking thing. I wanted it, but did have trepidation due to his obvious
size. I hadn't seen it full one, but knew this man was hung like a
bull. And he would be the biggest cock I had ever had.
"Look at that huge bulge" I said to myself
"Gonna be a workout for my jaw"
I licked my lips as I grabbed for his crotch again. I stroked along the
man's thick covered shaft. It throbbed against my palm. I looked up at the
huge brute. He was a godlike bull. Huge and thick. His beard turned me
on. His thick maly body turned me on. And I wanted to see it all.
But now I was to service his fat bull dick. So I shoved my face to his big
crotch.Opening my mouth to grasp at the thick shaft in those pants. I then
chewed on his dick through them. Feeling at the thing pulsated at me in
response to the attention it received through them.
"So you gonna take it out?" He growled
"One must not rush pleasure stud"
"That's why everyone else is just sex"
"I will make you mad with passion"
"Then you will plow me better than you have anyone else"
Then I kissed the tube in the pants. Then I rubbed at the dick again.
"Wow stud" i said.
"Feels so fucking big"
"Take it out and see boy" he grumbled
I decided I had to free his big cock. So I pulled at the zipper. The sound
of it moving down his crotch echoed in the room. I swallowed as I started
to pulled down his pants. Soon I would see Steele's huge cock in all its
glory. And it would be mine.
I licked at my lips again and I pulled down his thick legs. His boxers
underneath were already tenting due to his dick pushing at them. His legs
looked bigger than I had seen. Or maybe it was just I wasn't paying much
attention to them. Thick and furry they were. Almost like tree trunks.
"Wow. Great legs daddy" I blurted
I then pulled down his shorts. That's when his thick log fell out if
them. And there before me was Steele's semi erect dick. It was currently
near the 7 inch mark and easily thicker than my own. And he wasn't fully
erect yet. I reached for his dick and wrapped my fingers around it. I could
feel the intense heat of his cock on my hand.
Then I saw his big heavy balls below it. Big cum filled nuts they
were. Seemingly swollen as they were bigger than other men I had been with.
"Wow" I said again
"Big all around"
"Yeah boy. Now suck on daddy's big dick" he commanded
"Ya got me goin. And I wanna give it to you"
So I lifted up his heavy cock and pulled the meat up towards my hungry
mouth. So I of course moved in to take Steele's dick. I pulled my mouth to
his thick meat. Opening it to take the bulbous cockhead. I could taste old
sez on his dick. The sex from slaugthering Salazar.
"Hmmm. Good" I sighed
"Have been wanting to get at you since I got here stud"
Then I moved down more of his huge cock. It continued to grow and thicken
in my mouth. And I wanted him hard. I wanted to see his big dick in
full. All I had gotten until now was glimpses at it from odd angles. So I
could not be sure how big he was.
I pulled on the thick shaft as I slobbered over it. The head now starting
to drool his precious pre goo. It was rich and wonderful on my pallette.
"Yeah boy" he groaned
"Yer mouth feels real nice on my dick"
"Give yer daddy a good head job"
His body pushed at my head. He was definitely living my mouth on his
dick. Groaning deeply as I slathered up his big cock with spit.
I continued to lick and suck up the precum his cock was drooling out. And
more and more if it came out of his dick. It was like a leaking faucet. A
none stop dribble of his sweet juice pooling in my tongue. So I drank and
drank it up
"Soo fucking good" I cooed as I came off for some air
"Best tasting cock ever"
"And the biggest one I have ever had"
The big stud smiled as I complemented his dick and his taste. So he decided
to comment back
"Fuckk boy" he moaned
"Probably one of the best blows I have ever had man"
His bug hand was now on my head as he pushed at my hungry face. He was
feeding me his fat dick. Moving with my actions on his cock. Slowing as I
did, so I could just lick the head and drink up more of his precum. I was
so ravenous for this big man's dick. If it was the last one I ever had, I
would be happy.
"Shiiit boy" he moaned aloud
"I really love that fucking mouth"
"Getting me so close to the edge"
"But daddy needs to feel yer pussy"
"So if it's a great as yer mouth"
So Steele took his big delicious dick from my wanton mouth. I was left
there tongue hanging out as he pulled the thing from me. Mouth still aching
for more on his dick.
Then Steele grabbed me by the arms and picked me up. He then just started
to pull at my pants. He wanted my ass naked for his next move. He was gonna
fuck me.
"Come on boy." He ordered
"Take yer pants off"
"Let yer daddy see that pussy hole"
I pondered what I now had gotten myself into. After seeing this bull if a
man take all the ass and hole he wanted from everyone in the place. I knew
I had to have him. But now reality set in. The man planned on throwing me
down and laying that huge pipe in me.
My eyes widened at the images I received from my head. Steele on my back
slamming his gut crushing cock into me. Pounding me silly as he did
everyone else. Making me just another bitch for him to fuck.
"That thing is gonna hurt" I said to myself..........
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To be continued
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-7 | Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 16:04:46 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (7) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (7) 'Salazar's gets it hard...... ..... Steele carried Salazar to the tunnels. He planned on killing him. Throwing him into the tunnels for the Zombies to have at him. He got to the wall. Then climbed up to his scaffold. "Hey fuckers" he called out "Got some food for ya" He yelled for a few more times. Then the sounds of the Dead started to move through the ttunnels towards him. That's when Salazar awoke for getting slammed by the heavy fist. He looked up to see the brute above him. Then he looked out to the tunnels. He knew what the man had planned for him. So he tried to crawl away. Steele saw him ahd grabbed him he then picked him up and hung him over the edge of the scaffold. "Now you are done" he growled at him He grabbed him by the neck and pulled him over the side of the wall. The Zombies saw this and moved over towards him. Reaching for Salazar's head. Salazar tried to squirm under the man holding him down. To get free of the s grip. His hand swingung at Steele "No. No" he garbled as he could barely breath His hand struck the big man's chest. But it barely registered in Steele. He glowered down at Salazar. Eyes intense with his hate for him. "Gonna feed you to the freaks" he growled "Noo!" Salazar yelped He kicked at Steele again and got his thigh. It must have hurt as the man loosened his grip. But it was only a temporary win. Steele grabbed him and flipped him around. He jumped on Salazar's back with all his weight. Knocking the wind out of him. Steele's dick rubbed at the guys backside. Salazar felt it, and it throbbed at his butt. He actually pushed back at it in instinctively. "So you still want dick faggot" Steele growled "Fine fucker" With that Steele pulled at his belt. Then he tugged down his pants. Then he ripped at Salazar's pant, tearing a hole in the butt end. Steele then spit on his hand and then he shoved it to the hole in Salazar's pants. He quickly found the ass hole, and crammed several fingers up into Salazar. Salazar was pushed forward to the rail. The zombie below continued to reach for his head as he hung there. "Awee fuckk" Salazar cried out as his ass was pierced. "Fucking little shit hole" Steele growled "Gonna rip up yer pussy now" Steele then hauled out his big fat dick. The zombie turned as saw the huge tube. It actually licked it's lips as if it knew what it was. Then turned and started chomping at air for Steele. "See, even she wants my big dick" Steele laughed. "Can't have it bitch!" "Cuz this fucker is gonna get it." He spit on his dick. Pulled on it several times to get it nice and hard. Salazar looked back at the huge dick about to take him. He wanted it. Hell everyone wanted it. But then Steele pulled up behind him. Aligned his dick to the hole in Salazar's pants. Then he thrust. Salazar had no time to argue or protest. Steele grabbed him at his sides and yanked him onto his dick. White got pain then took Salazar as Steele's mammoth dick pried opened his hole and was pushed into him. Salazar screamed. "Jeeesuss!" He yelled His head fell forward as the utter pain of the giant cock ripped through his body. He felt fingers at his hair as the zombie below reached for him again. His eyes shot opened and he was no staring right at the hideous monster. He pulled back, regardless of the pain tearing through him as Steele took his ass. "Fuckk this is one tight pussy" Steele growled "Gonna fucking slam you stupid man" And Steele did begin to fuck the guy. Starting a slower motion as the guys hole was super tight on his fat dick. "Tightest pussy I have ever had man" He stated "Shiiit!" "Should have done this weeks ago" Salazar pushed back at the beast on his ass. Trying to free himself from Steele's huge cock. But to no avail. The bug man was way too strong. The pain back at his ass began to ebb off though. Dulling to a hard throbbing of his heart beat at his ass hole. The rough hard slamming from steles bull dick seemed to soften too. Steele slowed his assault on Salazar's ass now. Taking in slower thrusts into him. "Fuckkk! " Steele groaned "Yer pussy is so fucking incredible man" "Slow down or I bust way too soon" "Awee fuckk" Then Steele pulled his cock out. He then grabbed Salazar and pulled him from the edge. He then threw him down to the floor of the scaffolding. Salazar looked up at the fat bull dick that had just wrecked uo his ass. It was swollen so thick in its erect state the fat shaft covered in ass goo from his royally fucked as swelled with thick veins all over the massive shaft. It was a gorgeous thing to see. Salazar licked at his lips as desire for the man kicked in. Then he grabbed his legs and pulled then uo as he offered up his hole back to the man towering above him. He fell to the spell of the brute and his wife dick. "Come here and finish me stud" he begged. "Gimme that huge bull dick Steele" Steele smiled at the guys lust for him. Then kicked off his pants fully. Tossing them down to the floor. Salazar looked at the thick legs and big balls on the man. His eyes wide with his desire for him. He then pulled his pants off fully too. Tossing them down to the ground as well. Then he lifted up his legs and reached down to pull at his butt. Offering up his swollen asshole to Steele again. "Give it to me daddy" he crowed "Gimme that huge dick again" "Here is my hole" Steele came down to him. He lowered his body down over Salazar. Then he pressed his fat dick back at the guys ass. He was about to shove back into him. But Salazar stopped him. Pressing his hand to his chest. "Take this off Steele" he said as he pulled at the man's shirt "Wanna see that big burly body" Steel complied as he loved how this guys lust had exploded for him. He pulled at the buttons on his shirt and pulled it opened for Salazar. "Ohh God yess!" Salazar shouted "Hairy as a bear" His hand went to the chest and fingers ran through the man's fur. It felt incredible. And he couldn'tbelieve he hahadn't let this beast take him before. But now it was all he wanted. "Give it to me daddy" he begged So Steele did. He aimed his fat dick at Salazar's ass and then shoved back into him. He grunted and Salazar screamed again. But this time it was more than pain in that scream. It was also the absolute wanton desire for the huge bear of a man in that cry. His need to be utterly take by Steele and that ffat dick he possessed. "Ughhn. God. It's soo huge Steele" he yelled His fingers grabbed at the fur on the big man. Then he squeezed at the chest. Wincing from the wonderful pain. "Fuckk meee daddy!" He yelled "Please fuck mee!" Steele loved the way this guy totally submitted to him. Screaming for the painful fuck. So he slammed down hard onto Salazar. The grunt and thrust pulling them together. Salazar's eyes rolled up into his head as Steele drove the entirety of his dick into the guys guts. "Fucking awesome ass boy" he growled "Take yer daddy's big ole dick boy" "Fuckkerr!" The ass clamping down on Steele's cock was pulling him to an explosion. It was like a vice on his dick. Squeezing it so tight he felt it might snap his dickin half. But he continued to drive his dick into that hole. He needed to, because it would be one Hell of an explosion when he did. Salazar grabbed at Steele now. Pulling the huge man to him. Greedy lust burning through his eyes. "Gimme. Gimme" he growled Steele came down to him. He was afraid the guy wanted to kiss him. And Steele did not kiss anyone. That would make him assume a relationship. And that's not an option. The end of all made him just want to sex people up. To use his fat dick as a weapon of pleasure. But he leaned down for Salazar. "No kissing.." He was about to say. But that's when Salazar lifted his face up and buried it into the big man's chest. Rubbing his face in that fur. Cooing his lust on the man's torso. "Oohh God. Daddy. Yess daddy" Salazar cried Then his mouth found a nipple. A big hairy nipple. Salazar then bit down on it. His tongue and mouth chewed and slurped on Steele's tit like he was milking the man. That was all Steele could take. The sensation coursed through his body. Fromnipple down to his balls. He howled as he came. Then he drove every fat inch into Salazar's ass. Balls slammed against the guy. Then Salazar felt the heat of the boiling cum shoot into him. Blast after blast poured into his ruined ass hole. Steele howling like a wild animal as he came, and came hard. "Fuckk. Shiit bitch" he yelled "Sh-shootingup inside you Salazar" "Arrghh! Fuckk!" His jabbed and thrust and jabbed some more as Steele exploded. Salazar was still face first into that huge barrel chest. Still chewing on the heaving man's tit. Loving the hard fucking the man gave in orgasm. His fingers raked at the beasts body. Fur and flesh. Hard delicious nipples. "Aweee yessss!" They both yelled Then steles thrusts began to slow. He was done filling up Salazar. He groaned as he raised his head. Salazar pulled from the huge chest. Then gazing uo at the man he now desired. A man he hated before. A man that a loathing so deep was instilled on was now God to him. He smiled happily as he reached up and caressed the big bear called Steele. Awe glazing over his eyes. Steele looked down at the man. The happiness on his face. Then unlike salazr, his disgust of the guy returned. He pulled out and shoved the guy aside. Then he got up and climbed down off the scaffolding. Salazar looking at him with desire still "What the fuck are you looking at queer" Steele growled. "I'm done with your pussy." "For now" "Get up and get the fuck off my tower" "Yes sir" the smaller man said with love "Anything you want daddy" Steele then walked away from him. "Fucking freak" he grumbled as he left the area. ................ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 16:04:46 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (7)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead (Reboot (7)
'Salazar's gets it hard......
..... Steele carried Salazar to the tunnels. He planned on killing
him. Throwing him into the tunnels for the Zombies to have at him. He got
to the wall. Then climbed up to his scaffold.
"Hey fuckers" he called out
"Got some food for ya"
He yelled for a few more times. Then the sounds of the Dead started to move
through the ttunnels towards him.
That's when Salazar awoke for getting slammed by the heavy fist. He looked
up to see the brute above him. Then he looked out to the tunnels. He knew
what the man had planned for him. So he tried to crawl away.
Steele saw him ahd grabbed him he then picked him up and hung him over the
edge of the scaffold.
"Now you are done" he growled at him
He grabbed him by the neck and pulled him over the side of the wall. The
Zombies saw this and moved over towards him. Reaching for Salazar's
head. Salazar tried to squirm under the man holding him down. To get free
of the s grip. His hand swingung at Steele
"No. No" he garbled as he could barely breath
His hand struck the big man's chest. But it barely registered in
Steele. He glowered down at Salazar. Eyes intense with his hate for him.
"Gonna feed you to the freaks" he growled
"Noo!" Salazar yelped
He kicked at Steele again and got his thigh. It must have hurt as the man
loosened his grip. But it was only a temporary win. Steele grabbed him and
flipped him around. He jumped on Salazar's back with all his
weight. Knocking the wind out of him.
Steele's dick rubbed at the guys backside. Salazar felt it, and it throbbed
at his butt. He actually pushed back at it in instinctively.
"So you still want dick faggot" Steele growled
"Fine fucker"
With that Steele pulled at his belt. Then he tugged down his pants. Then he
ripped at Salazar's pant, tearing a hole in the butt end. Steele then spit
on his hand and then he shoved it to the hole in Salazar's pants. He
quickly found the ass hole, and crammed several fingers up into Salazar.
Salazar was pushed forward to the rail. The zombie below continued to reach
for his head as he hung there.
"Awee fuckk" Salazar cried out as his ass was pierced.
"Fucking little shit hole" Steele growled
"Gonna rip up yer pussy now"
Steele then hauled out his big fat dick. The zombie turned as saw the huge
tube. It actually licked it's lips as if it knew what it was. Then turned
and started chomping at air for Steele.
"See, even she wants my big dick" Steele laughed.
"Can't have it bitch!"
"Cuz this fucker is gonna get it."
He spit on his dick. Pulled on it several times to get it nice and
hard. Salazar looked back at the huge dick about to take him. He wanted
it. Hell everyone wanted it. But then Steele pulled up behind him. Aligned
his dick to the hole in Salazar's pants. Then he thrust.
Salazar had no time to argue or protest. Steele grabbed him at his sides
and yanked him onto his dick. White got pain then took Salazar as Steele's
mammoth dick pried opened his hole and was pushed into him. Salazar
screamed.
"Jeeesuss!" He yelled
His head fell forward as the utter pain of the giant cock ripped through
his body. He felt fingers at his hair as the zombie below reached for him
again. His eyes shot opened and he was no staring right at the hideous
monster. He pulled back, regardless of the pain tearing through him as
Steele took his ass.
"Fuckk this is one tight pussy" Steele growled
"Gonna fucking slam you stupid man"
And Steele did begin to fuck the guy. Starting a slower motion as the guys
hole was super tight on his fat dick.
"Tightest pussy I have ever had man" He stated
"Shiiit!"
"Should have done this weeks ago"
Salazar pushed back at the beast on his ass. Trying to free himself from
Steele's huge cock. But to no avail. The bug man was way too strong.
The pain back at his ass began to ebb off though. Dulling to a hard
throbbing of his heart beat at his ass hole. The rough hard slamming from
steles bull dick seemed to soften too. Steele slowed his assault on
Salazar's ass now. Taking in slower thrusts into him.
"Fuckkk! " Steele groaned
"Yer pussy is so fucking incredible man"
"Slow down or I bust way too soon"
"Awee fuckk"
Then Steele pulled his cock out. He then grabbed Salazar and pulled him
from the edge. He then threw him down to the floor of the
scaffolding. Salazar looked up at the fat bull dick that had just wrecked
uo his ass. It was swollen so thick in its erect state the fat shaft
covered in ass goo from his royally fucked as swelled with thick veins all
over the massive shaft. It was a gorgeous thing to see. Salazar licked at
his lips as desire for the man kicked in.
Then he grabbed his legs and pulled then uo as he offered up his hole back
to the man towering above him. He fell to the spell of the brute and his
wife dick.
"Come here and finish me stud" he begged.
"Gimme that huge bull dick Steele"
Steele smiled at the guys lust for him. Then kicked off his pants
fully. Tossing them down to the floor. Salazar looked at the thick legs
and big balls on the man. His eyes wide with his desire for him. He then
pulled his pants off fully too. Tossing them down to the ground as well.
Then he lifted up his legs and reached down to pull at his butt. Offering
up his swollen asshole to Steele again.
"Give it to me daddy" he crowed
"Gimme that huge dick again"
"Here is my hole"
Steele came down to him. He lowered his body down over Salazar. Then he
pressed his fat dick back at the guys ass. He was about to shove back into
him. But Salazar stopped him. Pressing his hand to his chest.
"Take this off Steele" he said as he pulled at the man's shirt
"Wanna see that big burly body"
Steel complied as he loved how this guys lust had exploded for him. He
pulled at the buttons on his shirt and pulled it opened for Salazar.
"Ohh God yess!" Salazar shouted
"Hairy as a bear"
His hand went to the chest and fingers ran through the man's fur. It felt
incredible. And he couldn'tbelieve he hahadn't let this beast take him
before. But now it was all he wanted.
"Give it to me daddy" he begged
So Steele did. He aimed his fat dick at Salazar's ass and then shoved back
into him. He grunted and Salazar screamed again. But this time it was more
than pain in that scream. It was also the absolute wanton desire for the
huge bear of a man in that cry. His need to be utterly take by Steele and
that ffat dick he possessed.
"Ughhn. God. It's soo huge Steele" he yelled
His fingers grabbed at the fur on the big man. Then he squeezed at the
chest. Wincing from the wonderful pain.
"Fuckk meee daddy!" He yelled
"Please fuck mee!"
Steele loved the way this guy totally submitted to him. Screaming for the
painful fuck. So he slammed down hard onto Salazar. The grunt and thrust
pulling them together. Salazar's eyes rolled up into his head as Steele
drove the entirety of his dick into the guys guts.
"Fucking awesome ass boy" he growled
"Take yer daddy's big ole dick boy"
"Fuckkerr!"
The ass clamping down on Steele's cock was pulling him to an explosion. It
was like a vice on his dick. Squeezing it so tight he felt it might snap
his dickin half. But he continued to drive his dick into that hole. He
needed to, because it would be one Hell of an explosion when he did.
Salazar grabbed at Steele now. Pulling the huge man to him. Greedy lust
burning through his eyes.
"Gimme. Gimme" he growled
Steele came down to him. He was afraid the guy wanted to kiss him. And
Steele did not kiss anyone. That would make him assume a relationship. And
that's not an option. The end of all made him just want to sex people
up. To use his fat dick as a weapon of pleasure. But he leaned down for
Salazar.
"No kissing.." He was about to say.
But that's when Salazar lifted his face up and buried it into the big man's
chest. Rubbing his face in that fur. Cooing his lust on the man's torso.
"Oohh God. Daddy. Yess daddy" Salazar cried
Then his mouth found a nipple. A big hairy nipple. Salazar then bit down on
it. His tongue and mouth chewed and slurped on Steele's tit like he was
milking the man.
That was all Steele could take. The sensation coursed through his
body. Fromnipple down to his balls. He howled as he came. Then he drove
every fat inch into Salazar's ass. Balls slammed against the guy.
Then Salazar felt the heat of the boiling cum shoot into him. Blast after
blast poured into his ruined ass hole. Steele howling like a wild animal as
he came, and came hard.
"Fuckk. Shiit bitch" he yelled
"Sh-shootingup inside you Salazar"
"Arrghh! Fuckk!"
His jabbed and thrust and jabbed some more as Steele exploded. Salazar was
still face first into that huge barrel chest. Still chewing on the heaving
man's tit. Loving the hard fucking the man gave in orgasm. His fingers
raked at the beasts body. Fur and flesh. Hard delicious nipples.
"Aweee yessss!" They both yelled
Then steles thrusts began to slow. He was done filling up Salazar. He
groaned as he raised his head. Salazar pulled from the huge chest. Then
gazing uo at the man he now desired. A man he hated before. A man that a
loathing so deep was instilled on was now God to him.
He smiled happily as he reached up and caressed the big bear called
Steele. Awe glazing over his eyes.
Steele looked down at the man. The happiness on his face. Then unlike
salazr, his disgust of the guy returned. He pulled out and shoved the guy
aside. Then he got up and climbed down off the scaffolding. Salazar looking
at him with desire still
"What the fuck are you looking at queer" Steele growled.
"I'm done with your pussy."
"For now"
"Get up and get the fuck off my tower"
"Yes sir" the smaller man said with love
"Anything you want daddy"
Steele then walked away from him.
"Fucking freak" he grumbled as he left the area. ................
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-6 | Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2018 12:44:49 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (6) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (6) 'Salazar's gets it....... ..... I sat there for a moment after Steele left me. He was gonna go get Salazar. My sneaky deed of watching this beastly bull would bring down a ton of hurt on the scrawny man. Then realized Steele may do more than just give him a beat down. I instantly got turned on and got up and followed him. I had too see if my sick imagination was just messing with me, or would I get another show. I saw as Steele entered the other chamber where all the other rooms were. He stormed down one and towards the room that Sarah and Salazar shared. Rickles saw his buddy and the face in him. He had to get him to cool down or he knew someone was gonna die. "Steele. What's wrong man" he said "You looked pissed as all Hell" "Salazar" the bug brute yelled through the corridor. Rickles knew at that moment Salazar was toast, unless he stopped the big man. He grabbed at Steele and pulled at his thick arm. "Calm down dude" he shouted "Fuck off." Steele growled Then with a mighty shove he threw Rickles against the wall. I ran to Rickles side as I saw this. "Holy shit!" I said "He looks fucking scary like that" "Whatever Salazar did" Rickles answered "He is dead" My eyes shot open in shock. I had indeed sealed his fate. And a grimm one at that. My deed would cause the man's death. I looked at Rickles and then at the big ass of the bear leaving us behind. I had to do something. Rickles saw in my face that i wanted to. He grabbed me to stop me. "Dont get in his way" he said "Would hate for Steele to smash yer face in" I pondered him killing me. It was a scary thought. He was a brute after all. But I just couldn't let him kill someone because of me. So I pulled from Rickles and ran. "I gotta do something" I said "Your funeral" he called back as he stayed there on the floor I ran around the corner and down the hall. But Steele had already pushed himself into the room where Salazar was. Sarah was not there as she was helping the doctor. Steele pushed into the room where Salazar was laying on the bed. He leped as Steele grabbed him. Pushing to get the huge man off him "What the fuck" he yelled "Leave me alone" "You little shit!" Steele yelled "Watching me like a little faggot" "Gonna kill you" "No.I didn't. Whatare you..." Salazar cried out again But Steele's mightypaw came down hard and hit him. Then he grabbed Salazar and pulled him to the floor. "You wanna see my dick fucker" Steele growled Salazar continued to try and push Steele away. I was at the door, trying to open it. But Steele had locked it. He yelled at me to leave him to his duty. "Go boy" he yelled at the door "Don't wanna hurt you too" He threw something at the door and it hit hard. I backed away from it as I feared he would indeed hurt me. But as I knew what he was planning to do to Salazar now, I knew I had to stay there. And watch. I heard Salazar calling to me to get help. But I just stepped back like I was going to leave. "See" Steele said to him "That's a good soldier" "Leaves me to my work" "Now, here fucker" I peered back through the glass to see Steele pulling Salazar to his big crotch. His face rubbed against the tube along his upper thigh. Salazar trying to push off the beast. Shouting 'No' and 'Stop'. But losing all fight once he felt the covered dick against his face. And how big it must have felt. I watched in awe as he then stopped fighting. Then he turned and opened his mouth. He clamped down on the big tube of cock through the pants. Steele sighed as he felt the mouth in him. "That's it faggot" he growled "Just like everyone else" "Wants my big ole dick" But then Salazar bit down hard on it. My eyes widened as I saw his mouth and teeth clamp down to hurt. Steele was able to pull off him and shriek in pain. But he felt to the floor. Grasping his dick in pain as he yelled "Mother fucker. My dick" he yelled Salazar then crawled to the door. He unlatched it. He planned on running. I looked at steel on the floor grabbing at his dick. Was he injured? Was that dick I wanted injured? Salazar rushed through the doorway. And then turned to pass me. I could here as Steele started to get up. "Gonna kill you mother fucker" he yelled As salazr ran past me, I got mad. I then rushed him and knocked him down to the floor. He turned to push me off. "Get off stupid" he shouted "He'll kill me. He'll kill us all" "You injured Steele you fuck!" I shouted Salazar took a swing and connected. Hitting my jaw and I fell off him. The turned to scramble in the floor forum again. But Steele was out of the room and on him. "Noooooo!" He yelled "Yer dead fucker" Steele growled Then the hard heavy punch from the big brute came down on Salazar. And he knocked himoutwith one punch.I looked up at the massive man standing above Salazar. He turned to me, then smiled. "Thanks buddy" he said al!ost softly "This fucker is gonna pay" "Fuck that hurt" I looked down as he grabbed his crotch. His cock was still there under the material. I looked at it, hoping it was intact. "You okay Steele?" I asked "He could have bitten yer dick off man" "He didn't" he stated "So ' you' are golden man" He offered me his hand. He pulled me up quickly. I was now standing next to this big hunk of maleness. I wanted to stay in my knees and kiss his hurt dick for him. Make sure it wasn't damaged He patted my shoulder and squeezed it. He smiled at me again. I looked at that rugged face I wanted to kiss. "You have proven yerself a worthy member to my team bit" he said "Now go back to yer room" "Gonna get rid of this piece of shit" "Then will com back and thank you personal" With that he winked at me. Then he reached down and picked up the small man. He flung him over his shoulder and walked off. I looked at his big awesome assin those pants again. He planned on coming to my room to thank me. I hoped he was gonna give me that dick of his. I felt my dick throb at the thought. Reaching down to grope myself. Then headed for my room. "Stupid Salazar " I then said as I walked down the hall I don't know what he planned to do to Salazar. But I didn't care. All I knew is I may be getting what I wanted from the first moment I saw the huge man Steele. I licked my lips as I walked down the corridor. I saw Rickles as he was still sitting on the floor where Steele had left him. I came to his side and helped him up. "You okay man" I asked "Yeah I'm okay" he said "Looks like Steele plans on throwing Salazar to the Dead" "Really!?" I questioned He looked at me as pulled me too him. He leaned inand kissed me "But you are okay" he said "That's good" "Salazar deserves what he gets" I then blurted "He tried to bite off Steele's dick" Rickles eyes widened. Shock and fear filled them. "Yeah, he is toast" he said back "I saw him running out of the room" I added "So I tackled him" He then looked at me and his eyes widened. Then he placed his hand on my shoulder and said softly "Steele is gonna fuck yer brains out" he stated........... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2018 12:44:49 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (6)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (6)
'Salazar's gets it.......
..... I sat there for a moment after Steele left me. He was gonna go get
Salazar. My sneaky deed of watching this beastly bull would bring down a
ton of hurt on the scrawny man.
Then realized Steele may do more than just give him a beat down. I
instantly got turned on and got up and followed him. I had too see if my
sick imagination was just messing with me, or would I get another show.
I saw as Steele entered the other chamber where all the other rooms
were. He stormed down one and towards the room that Sarah and Salazar
shared. Rickles saw his buddy and the face in him. He had to get him to
cool down or he knew someone was gonna die.
"Steele. What's wrong man" he said
"You looked pissed as all Hell"
"Salazar" the bug brute yelled through the corridor.
Rickles knew at that moment Salazar was toast, unless he stopped the big
man. He grabbed at Steele and pulled at his thick arm.
"Calm down dude" he shouted
"Fuck off." Steele growled
Then with a mighty shove he threw Rickles against the wall. I ran to
Rickles side as I saw this.
"Holy shit!" I said
"He looks fucking scary like that"
"Whatever Salazar did" Rickles answered
"He is dead"
My eyes shot open in shock. I had indeed sealed his fate. And a grimm one
at that. My deed would cause the man's death. I looked at Rickles and then
at the big ass of the bear leaving us behind. I had to do
something. Rickles saw in my face that i wanted to. He grabbed me to stop
me.
"Dont get in his way" he said
"Would hate for Steele to smash yer face in"
I pondered him killing me. It was a scary thought. He was a brute after
all. But I just couldn't let him kill someone because of me. So I pulled
from Rickles and ran.
"I gotta do something" I said
"Your funeral" he called back as he stayed there on the floor
I ran around the corner and down the hall. But Steele had already pushed
himself into the room where Salazar was. Sarah was not there as she was
helping the doctor.
Steele pushed into the room where Salazar was laying on the bed. He leped
as Steele grabbed him. Pushing to get the huge man off him
"What the fuck" he yelled
"Leave me alone"
"You little shit!" Steele yelled
"Watching me like a little faggot"
"Gonna kill you"
"No.I didn't. Whatare you..." Salazar cried out again
But Steele's mightypaw came down hard and hit him. Then he grabbed Salazar
and pulled him to the floor.
"You wanna see my dick fucker" Steele growled
Salazar continued to try and push Steele away. I was at the door, trying to
open it. But Steele had locked it. He yelled at me to leave him to his
duty.
"Go boy" he yelled at the door
"Don't wanna hurt you too"
He threw something at the door and it hit hard. I backed away from it as I
feared he would indeed hurt me. But as I knew what he was planning to do to
Salazar now, I knew I had to stay there. And watch. I heard Salazar calling
to me to get help. But I just stepped back like I was going to leave.
"See" Steele said to him
"That's a good soldier"
"Leaves me to my work"
"Now, here fucker"
I peered back through the glass to see Steele pulling Salazar to his big
crotch. His face rubbed against the tube along his upper thigh. Salazar
trying to push off the beast. Shouting 'No' and 'Stop'. But losing all
fight once he felt the covered dick against his face. And how big it must
have felt.
I watched in awe as he then stopped fighting. Then he turned and opened his
mouth. He clamped down on the big tube of cock through the pants. Steele
sighed as he felt the mouth in him.
"That's it faggot" he growled
"Just like everyone else"
"Wants my big ole dick"
But then Salazar bit down hard on it. My eyes widened as I saw his mouth
and teeth clamp down to hurt. Steele was able to pull off him and shriek in
pain. But he felt to the floor. Grasping his dick in pain as he yelled
"Mother fucker. My dick" he yelled
Salazar then crawled to the door. He unlatched it. He planned on running. I
looked at steel on the floor grabbing at his dick. Was he injured? Was
that dick I wanted injured?
Salazar rushed through the doorway. And then turned to pass me. I could
here as Steele started to get up.
"Gonna kill you mother fucker" he yelled
As salazr ran past me, I got mad. I then rushed him and knocked him down to
the floor. He turned to push me off.
"Get off stupid" he shouted
"He'll kill me. He'll kill us all"
"You injured Steele you fuck!" I shouted
Salazar took a swing and connected. Hitting my jaw and I fell off him. The
turned to scramble in the floor forum again. But Steele was out of the room
and on him.
"Noooooo!" He yelled
"Yer dead fucker" Steele growled
Then the hard heavy punch from the big brute came down on Salazar. And he
knocked himoutwith one punch.I looked up at the massive man standing above
Salazar. He turned to me, then smiled.
"Thanks buddy" he said al!ost softly
"This fucker is gonna pay"
"Fuck that hurt"
I looked down as he grabbed his crotch. His cock was still there under the
material. I looked at it, hoping it was intact.
"You okay Steele?" I asked
"He could have bitten yer dick off man"
"He didn't" he stated
"So ' you' are golden man"
He offered me his hand. He pulled me up quickly. I was now standing next to
this big hunk of maleness. I wanted to stay in my knees and kiss his hurt
dick for him. Make sure it wasn't damaged
He patted my shoulder and squeezed it. He smiled at me again. I looked at
that rugged face I wanted to kiss.
"You have proven yerself a worthy member to my team bit" he said
"Now go back to yer room"
"Gonna get rid of this piece of shit"
"Then will com back and thank you personal"
With that he winked at me. Then he reached down and picked up the small
man. He flung him over his shoulder and walked off. I looked at his big
awesome assin those pants again.
He planned on coming to my room to thank me. I hoped he was gonna give me
that dick of his. I felt my dick throb at the thought. Reaching down to
grope myself. Then headed for my room.
"Stupid Salazar " I then said as I walked down the hall
I don't know what he planned to do to Salazar. But I didn't care. All I
knew is I may be getting what I wanted from the first moment I saw the huge
man Steele. I licked my lips as I walked down the corridor.
I saw Rickles as he was still sitting on the floor where Steele had left
him. I came to his side and helped him up.
"You okay man" I asked
"Yeah I'm okay" he said
"Looks like Steele plans on throwing Salazar to the Dead"
"Really!?" I questioned
He looked at me as pulled me too him. He leaned inand kissed me
"But you are okay" he said
"That's good"
"Salazar deserves what he gets" I then blurted
"He tried to bite off Steele's dick"
Rickles eyes widened. Shock and fear filled them.
"Yeah, he is toast" he said back
"I saw him running out of the room" I added
"So I tackled him"
He then looked at me and his eyes widened. Then he placed his hand on my
shoulder and said softly
"Steele is gonna fuck yer brains out" he stated...........
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-10 | Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2018 13:15:30 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (10) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (10) 'Taking the bull ....continued.... ..... "It's gonna hurt" my head said to me. Steele was the biggest man I have ever encountered. He was the man of my wettest dreams. And he was here, now at what appeared to be end days. Here in the underground base in Florida. Here surrounded by the undead. Zombies. With now clue as to who was still out there, if anyone. But I was here, safe for now, and Steele was here. This huge beast if a man. And I was about to get what I wanted from him from the first moment I lay eyes in him. A fucking. "Let's get the man hole out for me to see" he said "Daddy wants it now. Bad" I knew his big fat dick was gonna tear me a new one. He was simply the biggest and thickest dick I had ever come across. And it was gonna hurt. Make no doubt about that. But I still wanted it. And as I looked at this big hunk of maleness. I knew I could not refuse him. I believe no one could "Yes sir" I huffed back So I pulled down my pants and then my underwear. Then I crawled in the bed for my knew daddy stud. Pushing my ass out for him. "There you are Steele" I then said "A new needy pussy for you" "For that bull dick of yours" I reached back with my hands. I pulled at my cheeks and offered up my hole to him. "All for you stud" I added I looked at him. He smiled wickedly. Then he licked his lips. "Yeah that looks like some sweet pussy alright" he said Then he came up behind me. I then felt his big meaty hands in my butt. I cooed at his as he squeezed at me. Kneading my ass cheeks. Then he raised up a hand and swatted my ass. I grunted from the sharp pain as it stung. But then I followed with a low groan. "Hmm. Spank me Steele" I then said "I have been naughty" "Give me a whipping" "Hmmmff" His hand had come down again as I finished my comment. I groaned again for the sudden pain. But then pushed my ass back at him more. Offering it to him to do with what he wished. "Awee fuckk. Daddy Steele" I groaned again "Spank me daddy. Harder" Steel was liking this. My desire for punishment. His big hand again swatted my ass. Then again and again. He continued this as I continued to urge him on. Wanting him to abuse me. To do what he wished. "Give it to me stud" I then said "I want that huge bull cock in my pussy" I had reached back and pushed a finger into my ass hole. Steele had a lustful look on his face now. Seeing me whore out for him. Offering up my ass for his taking. He then pushed my hand aside and then he stuffed his thick thumb into me. I groaned as I felt his thnmb go in. It felt nice. It was just a precursor for that fat dick of his. And I fucked it back "Yess daddy" I moaned "Fuck my ass Steele" "Want that fat dick daddy" I moved my ass in his thumb now. Letting it dig into my butt. I reached for it and his meaty hand. Squeezing it as I pulled him to me. "Gotta give me that dick" I groaned Then after a little thumb play on my ass, Steele decided to give me what I wanted. He spit on my hole. It was a loud and thick was as I felt it 'splat' against me. Then he moved up on me and then crawled behind my ass. I looked back to see the big delicious bear as he mounted my butt. I reached back for his body. And my hand found his shirt. "Here boy" he growled "Here is daddy's big dick for ya" That's when he thrust that bull dick into me. His ground his cock at my hole and then it pried me opened. I was going to tell him to take off his shirt, but my words were cut off. His big wide cock pulled my ass ring apart and he thrust into me. Pain tore through my body. "Ughnnn. Fkk!" Was all I could get out The big hunk Steele groaned with delight as he felt my ass react to his invasion. My ass pulled at his dick. Clamping down on it as he penetrated me. "Awee fuckk boy" he huffed "Yer pussy is tighter than I expected" "Nice and tight" But he drove himself deeper as he said that. His lunge pushing me forward in the bed. I grasped at the head of it and cried out as he pushed more of his big dick into my ass. "And you're so much bigger than I imagined" I crowed "Awee fuckk!" Instinct caused me to pull from his dick. As the pain was all controlling. So I pulled myself from his cock. Then pushing it out once it was at the entrance. Steele grabbed at me and realigned his dick to my ass "What. Changed yer mind boy" he said "Not me" "Ughnnn fuckk" I screamed Steele forced his dick back into my ass, harder now. More big thick inches pierced my ass. I now had more cock in me than I ever had. The man grunted as he fucked down on my guts with that big bull dick of his. Then sighing deely as he hit bottom I Felt as his fat nuts smashed up against my own balls. "Awee fuckk yeah boy" he howled "Nice and deep inside ya" "Ohhh God. Sooo bigg!" I groaned "Soo fucking huge" But the pain was already ebbung away. I was just so filled with his big fat dick. I couldn't think of anything else. I had to get the stud to do me already. To fuck me and be done with me. I just thought that if his huge cock stayed in me too long, my guts would pop. So I reached under us and found his big nuts. I grasped for them. The huge sack filled up my hand. Making it seem small by comparison. But I pulled on them. Hard enough for the bull of a man to feel it. "Awee fuckk boy" he growled "Pull in daddys balls" "Hmmmff" Then he pulled on me and started to slam my guts with his fat angry cock. "Ughn, ughn, ughn, ughn" I grunted as he took me "Ohhh God Steele!" "Biggest fattest cock ever" I was now starting to love the hard bull slamming. Feeling those fat nuts bash against me as he plowed my insides. He grunted as he continued to pound away at my happy hole. Big deep manly grunts. And I could feel as his grip seemed to tighten on my sides. "Fucking awesome pussy hole boy" he grunted "Eat up daddy's cock boy" I was now starting to push back at him. To fuck Steele back. Groaning as I shoved myself down that massive dick. "This sweet pussy is gonna make me blow" he huffed The big hunky bear of a man was pounding harder at my ass. Trying to dig even deeper if he could. Those bull nuts smashing against me started to hit harder, louder as he fucked to breed. And I sure wanted Steele to breed me. To make me his. Then once I was, I could convince the man to get us out of here. To grab the helicopter and just leave this land of zombies. Just he and I. "Yesss, Steele" I groaned "Breed me stud. Give me that cum daddy" "Awee fuckk yeah!" The man grunted harder and deeper. Like an animal he sounded. And he was gonna give it to me. The Breeding I so desired. "Yeahh boy" he groaned again "Yer pussy is soo fucking incredible" "Fuck my cock. Fuck it" I could hear the slaps of his big nuts now. Like a faint drum beat as they tapped away behind me. Causing a slit sting as the big fat orbs smashed against me repeatedly "Gonna seed you now boy" he shouted "Here comes daddy's cum dump" His body seemed to freeze just slightly as it prepared to empty his nuts. I wanted to feel it. So I reached under me and then down to grab his balls. I found them just as his hips stabbed into his orgasm. I grasped at them only to feel as they started to erupt. A wonderful pulsating twitch as his fat balls began to drain. Then each hot wonderful blast coating my bowels. A wonderful warmth filled my body as the big bull of a man impregnated my ass. "Ohhh God yess" I moaned "Yess daddy. Yess Steele" "Hmmmff fuckk meee!" His body thrust and pushed and he poured his cum into mine. And there seemed to be alot. Even now, after all the fucking the guy got, he still had a big load for me too. The huge man gripped to my hips as he held me to finish his deep cum dump. "Take daddy's cum boy!" He yelled as he dumped out Then Steele finished after at least 9 shots. His hips slowing as he slowed his seeding. Then he just held me to his big deflating dick. Still drooling remnants of his cum into me. Then steel pulled from me. His bug fat dick coming out with a wet 'shlopp!'. And it still felt substantial even in a shrunken state. I turned to face the huge man as he pulled in his cock. Squeezing the remaining drops of his cum from his dick. I grabbed it and then shoved it into my face. I didn't want to waste one drop of his cum. I tatsed his delicious cream droppings. They were sooo good, and I wanted more. "Hmmf fuckk boy" he huffed "Still hungry?" I pulled off his cock and nodded in the affirmative "I won't waste the good stuff" I said "And this is really good" "Sweet and tangy all at once" He smiled at me as I licked at my lips. Then he reached over to stroke my head. I felthis big meaty hand pull gently at me. I was his now. That's all I knew. "Definitely keeping you around" steele then stated. "Good" I replied with a smile "Good".......... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2018 13:15:30 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (10)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I Caught it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my type of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead (Reboot (10)
'Taking the bull ....continued....
..... "It's gonna hurt" my head said to me.
Steele was the biggest man I have ever encountered. He was the man of my
wettest dreams. And he was here, now at what appeared to be end days. Here
in the underground base in Florida. Here surrounded by the
undead. Zombies. With now clue as to who was still out there, if anyone.
But I was here, safe for now, and Steele was here. This huge beast if a
man. And I was about to get what I wanted from him from the first moment I
lay eyes in him. A fucking.
"Let's get the man hole out for me to see" he said
"Daddy wants it now. Bad"
I knew his big fat dick was gonna tear me a new one. He was simply the
biggest and thickest dick I had ever come across. And it was gonna
hurt. Make no doubt about that. But I still wanted it. And as I looked at
this big hunk of maleness. I knew I could not refuse him. I believe no one
could
"Yes sir" I huffed back
So I pulled down my pants and then my underwear. Then I crawled in the bed
for my knew daddy stud. Pushing my ass out for him.
"There you are Steele" I then said
"A new needy pussy for you"
"For that bull dick of yours"
I reached back with my hands. I pulled at my cheeks and offered up my hole
to him.
"All for you stud" I added
I looked at him. He smiled wickedly. Then he licked his lips.
"Yeah that looks like some sweet pussy alright" he said
Then he came up behind me. I then felt his big meaty hands in my butt. I
cooed at his as he squeezed at me. Kneading my ass cheeks. Then he raised
up a hand and swatted my ass. I grunted from the sharp pain as it
stung. But then I followed with a low groan.
"Hmm. Spank me Steele" I then said
"I have been naughty"
"Give me a whipping"
"Hmmmff"
His hand had come down again as I finished my comment. I groaned again for
the sudden pain. But then pushed my ass back at him more. Offering it to
him to do with what he wished.
"Awee fuckk. Daddy Steele" I groaned again
"Spank me daddy. Harder"
Steel was liking this. My desire for punishment. His big hand again swatted
my ass. Then again and again. He continued this as I continued to urge him
on. Wanting him to abuse me. To do what he wished.
"Give it to me stud" I then said
"I want that huge bull cock in my pussy"
I had reached back and pushed a finger into my ass hole. Steele had a
lustful look on his face now. Seeing me whore out for him. Offering up my
ass for his taking. He then pushed my hand aside and then he stuffed his
thick thumb into me. I groaned as I felt his thnmb go in. It felt nice. It
was just a precursor for that fat dick of his. And I fucked it back
"Yess daddy" I moaned
"Fuck my ass Steele"
"Want that fat dick daddy"
I moved my ass in his thumb now. Letting it dig into my butt. I reached for
it and his meaty hand. Squeezing it as I pulled him to me.
"Gotta give me that dick" I groaned
Then after a little thumb play on my ass, Steele decided to give me what I
wanted. He spit on my hole. It was a loud and thick was as I felt it
'splat' against me. Then he moved up on me and then crawled behind my
ass. I looked back to see the big delicious bear as he mounted my butt. I
reached back for his body. And my hand found his shirt.
"Here boy" he growled
"Here is daddy's big dick for ya"
That's when he thrust that bull dick into me. His ground his cock at my
hole and then it pried me opened. I was going to tell him to take off his
shirt, but my words were cut off. His big wide cock pulled my ass ring
apart and he thrust into me. Pain tore through my body.
"Ughnnn. Fkk!" Was all I could get out
The big hunk Steele groaned with delight as he felt my ass react to his
invasion. My ass pulled at his dick. Clamping down on it as he penetrated
me.
"Awee fuckk boy" he huffed
"Yer pussy is tighter than I expected"
"Nice and tight"
But he drove himself deeper as he said that. His lunge pushing me forward
in the bed. I grasped at the head of it and cried out as he pushed more of
his big dick into my ass.
"And you're so much bigger than I imagined" I crowed
"Awee fuckk!"
Instinct caused me to pull from his dick. As the pain was all
controlling. So I pulled myself from his cock. Then pushing it out once it
was at the entrance. Steele grabbed at me and realigned his dick to my ass
"What. Changed yer mind boy" he said
"Not me"
"Ughnnn fuckk" I screamed
Steele forced his dick back into my ass, harder now. More big thick inches
pierced my ass. I now had more cock in me than I ever had. The man grunted
as he fucked down on my guts with that big bull dick of his. Then sighing
deely as he hit bottom I Felt as his fat nuts smashed up against my own
balls.
"Awee fuckk yeah boy" he howled
"Nice and deep inside ya"
"Ohhh God. Sooo bigg!" I groaned
"Soo fucking huge"
But the pain was already ebbung away. I was just so filled with his big fat
dick. I couldn't think of anything else. I had to get the stud to do me
already. To fuck me and be done with me. I just thought that if his huge
cock stayed in me too long, my guts would pop.
So I reached under us and found his big nuts. I grasped for them. The huge
sack filled up my hand. Making it seem small by comparison. But I pulled on
them. Hard enough for the bull of a man to feel it.
"Awee fuckk boy" he growled
"Pull in daddys balls"
"Hmmmff"
Then he pulled on me and started to slam my guts with his fat angry cock.
"Ughn, ughn, ughn, ughn" I grunted as he took me
"Ohhh God Steele!"
"Biggest fattest cock ever"
I was now starting to love the hard bull slamming. Feeling those fat nuts
bash against me as he plowed my insides. He grunted as he continued to
pound away at my happy hole. Big deep manly grunts. And I could feel as his
grip seemed to tighten on my sides.
"Fucking awesome pussy hole boy" he grunted
"Eat up daddy's cock boy"
I was now starting to push back at him. To fuck Steele back. Groaning as I
shoved myself down that massive dick.
"This sweet pussy is gonna make me blow" he huffed
The big hunky bear of a man was pounding harder at my ass. Trying to dig
even deeper if he could. Those bull nuts smashing against me started to hit
harder, louder as he fucked to breed. And I sure wanted Steele to breed
me. To make me his. Then once I was, I could convince the man to get us out
of here. To grab the helicopter and just leave this land of zombies. Just
he and I.
"Yesss, Steele" I groaned
"Breed me stud. Give me that cum daddy"
"Awee fuckk yeah!"
The man grunted harder and deeper. Like an animal he sounded. And he was
gonna give it to me. The Breeding I so desired.
"Yeahh boy" he groaned again
"Yer pussy is soo fucking incredible"
"Fuck my cock. Fuck it"
I could hear the slaps of his big nuts now. Like a faint drum beat as they
tapped away behind me. Causing a slit sting as the big fat orbs smashed
against me repeatedly
"Gonna seed you now boy" he shouted
"Here comes daddy's cum dump"
His body seemed to freeze just slightly as it prepared to empty his nuts. I
wanted to feel it. So I reached under me and then down to grab his balls. I
found them just as his hips stabbed into his orgasm. I grasped at them only
to feel as they started to erupt. A wonderful pulsating twitch as his fat
balls began to drain. Then each hot wonderful blast coating my bowels. A
wonderful warmth filled my body as the big bull of a man impregnated my
ass.
"Ohhh God yess" I moaned
"Yess daddy. Yess Steele"
"Hmmmff fuckk meee!"
His body thrust and pushed and he poured his cum into mine. And there
seemed to be alot. Even now, after all the fucking the guy got, he still
had a big load for me too. The huge man gripped to my hips as he held me
to finish his deep cum dump.
"Take daddy's cum boy!" He yelled as he dumped out
Then Steele finished after at least 9 shots. His hips slowing as he slowed
his seeding. Then he just held me to his big deflating dick. Still drooling
remnants of his cum into me.
Then steel pulled from me. His bug fat dick coming out with a wet
'shlopp!'. And it still felt substantial even in a shrunken state.
I turned to face the huge man as he pulled in his cock. Squeezing the
remaining drops of his cum from his dick. I grabbed it and then shoved it
into my face. I didn't want to waste one drop of his cum. I tatsed his
delicious cream droppings. They were sooo good, and I wanted more.
"Hmmf fuckk boy" he huffed
"Still hungry?"
I pulled off his cock and nodded in the affirmative
"I won't waste the good stuff" I said
"And this is really good"
"Sweet and tangy all at once"
He smiled at me as I licked at my lips. Then he reached over to stroke my
head. I felthis big meaty hand pull gently at me. I was his now. That's all
I knew.
"Definitely keeping you around" steele then stated.
"Good" I replied with a smile
"Good"..........
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-4 | Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2017 19:33:18 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (4) This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was. A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man. I had already written about this. So thought of a different story. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (4) "A 'Private' Fuck ........There is was bent over the APV. Rickles was at my backside eating out my ass. Shoving his thick fingers up my butt and licking at my hungry hole. It felt awesome. A much needed release from the crap that has happened to the world. A freaking zombie apocalypse of all damned things. So many people gone and killed. Then come back to reanimatied state as a damned zombie. And all they wanted was brains and flesh. "Fuck me daddy Rickles" I begged "Shove that hard cock inside me dude" Yeah I needed cock. Desperately. His want big. But a dick is a dick. I continued to beg and moan for him. "Climb aboard man" I moaned again "Sooo mee!" That's when the bear stood up. He had left my hole nice and drool covered. It had his meaty fingers in there, spreading my ass for his wanton cock. Then Rickles climbed up behind me. I looked back to see his dark hairy form. Lust in his eyes told me he was ready for fucking. "This is gonna be the best" he then said Then Rickles shoved his dick into me. I felt as his cock pierced my ass ring. Through my sphincter and into my happy hole. I moaned as pleasure took me. "Yeassss Mann!" I cried "Dig it in there stud" "Fuck me man" "Aweee fuckkk!" Rickles moaned "Sweet momma this feels awesome" He then grabbed my sides. That's when Rickles just started to fuck me like crazy. His big hairy butt flexed and moved as he pumped my hole his cock slamming into me balls deep over and over. "Fuck this is soo great" he said almost laughing "Never thought I would be a top again" This made him pound harder in my ass. I reached back and felt for his hairy butt. I grabbed the big butt cheek and pulled on him. It was a great dick. But I wished he was bigger. His hard but small dick felt good but i wanted more. "Fuck me man." I shouted "Grind that cockup in me man" "Give it to me Rickles" "Give it to me!" So he did what I wanted. He twirsted his hips as he thrust. His dick moved inside me at an angle now. "Hmmmm yesss! " I groaned "That's it. That's it man. Fuckkk mee!" I then reached back to his chest. All that hair felt soo good. I grabbed at his pectoral. Hair and flesh in all. Pulled on him. He yelled as I pulled on hair. "Awee fuckk" he cried "Just fuck me man. Drill me harder" "Harder!" I then pushed at him. I wanted ro turn. I wanted to see the guy as he fucked me. Then he pulled from me. And I turned. I climbed up off the hood of the vehicle. I crawled over to a bunch of supplies I saw strune about. Then found a dirty old mattress behind some boxes. I licked it up and threw it to the ground. Then I climbed on it. Lay on my back and lifted my legs up in the air. I then reached for my ass hole and spread my butt cheeks for him. "Now soldier." I growled commandingly "Get down here and fuck me silly" I spit on my fingers and then rubbed the drooling my hole for him. "Get back in here and fuck me like you've never fucked before" I said He smiled ecstatically and then dropped to the ground he climbed back between my legs. Then I looked up at his lust filled face. Greedy desire in his eyes. Then he placed his still hard dick at my ass hole. "Do me stud" I said again That's when he threw all his cock back inside me. His body pushed on me. This drove him deeper than ever. His balls ground against me. The angle had his cock up in the best places in my hole. This made me moaned in utter delight. "That's it man. Now fuck me!!" I cried "Plow me up stud" Rickles bega to quickly fuck me. His cock slammed into me over and over. He soon started to moan. My ass clamped down in him. I was now fucking him back. Pushing myself into the man's dick. I grabbed for chest hair again. Pulling at him. He yelled again as I dug fingers into his flesh. "Yeah buddy. Fuck that hole" I yelled "Drill me. Drill me man" "Shiit baby" he crowed back "Fucking you. I'm fucking you" I then pulled him into me. His hairy chest on my chest. All that wonderful fur raking over me. It felt incredible. It started to affect my dick. All that glorious fur in his belly rubbed me to another hard on. I began to fuck his belly as he fucked my ass. I reached down and grabbed his fuzzy ass. Pulling him on me. His head was buried in my shoulder. I could feel his beard on my neck "Ohh God Daddy" I cried "Pound me Rickles. Pound me hard man" "Ughhn. Awqwe fuckk!" He now was gunning his dick into me. His ass flexing as I grabbed at it. It felt good to get fucked. I had been aching for it for a while now. He wasn't big, but he filled the need quite nicely. I moaned as he continued to pound away at me. Pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Yeah fucker Plow" I growled "Dig that dick up inside that pussy" Rickles was soon grunting. He would soon be blasting a nice load. I wanted to make sure he bred me. I wanted his cum in my ass. "Make sure you fill up my needy hole man" I added He started to move faster now. Breaths heavy and ragged. It wouldn't be long now. I would soon have much desire cum shooting up into me. And that made me happy for the first time in a while. Before all this shit with Zombies started. "Do it Rickles" I moaned "Fill up my pussy man. Dump that cum in there" "Awee fuckk yeah man" He was grunting and whimpering as my ass grabbed at his cock. Rickles then stopped for a moment. Just a moment. Then his cock erupted inside me. Shot after hot scalding shot blasted into my ass. I cooed and moaned as I felt his seed pour into me. He just grunted, panted and huffed as his body was wracked with his orgasm. "Sooo fucking good. Awee shiit!" E howled "Take it baby. Take it all" He continued to shoot his cum into me. His his thrusting in ragged motioned. Then he was grinding himself in there. Like he was trying to dig himself deeper. "Awee fuckk. Fuckk!'" He whimpered again "Haven't... Ohh God" "I miss fucking hole" Then he just slumped over on my back. I felt utter dampness on me. He was sweating profusely from the hard driving fuck we just had. All that fur was damp and black as night. It was hot. And as he pulled from me I turned and climbed on top of him. My dick was hard again fro the sex. I crawled up on his sweat covered chest. Then just started to furiously jerk my dick. "Damn buddy" I declared "You are sweating like a farm animal" I laughed as i sat up on him. My hand was on his wet hairy body. I caressed his chest as I continued to pull on my dick. I felt his cum start to dribble from my ass. It made me pull on my dick all the more. He looked up at my cock and licked his lips. "Do it man. Do it" he urged I continued to yank on my cock. Then Rickles reached around to my backside. His fingers fiddled around near my drooling asshole. I felt him back there. Then pushed myself to his digit. Then it entered me. That was it. The catalyst that set me off. I clenched my butt on his fingers. "Awee fuckkkkk!" I then cried out "Cumming again. Fuckk!" I shot forth several cum volleys to his face and hairy chest. The white cum a severe contrast to his dark fur. I shhok there on his chest until I finished. Then I looked down at his cum covered chest. I then lay myself back down on him. My face going to his chest to lick it clean. "Fuck that was great" I said to Rickles. .................. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to cum. | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2017 19:33:18 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (4)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
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Day of the Dead (Reboot (4)
"A 'Private' Fuck
........There is was bent over the APV. Rickles was at my backside eating
out my ass. Shoving his thick fingers up my butt and licking at my hungry
hole. It felt awesome. A much needed release from the crap that has
happened to the world. A freaking zombie apocalypse of all damned things.
So many people gone and killed. Then come back to reanimatied state as a
damned zombie. And all they wanted was brains and flesh.
"Fuck me daddy Rickles" I begged
"Shove that hard cock inside me dude"
Yeah I needed cock. Desperately. His want big. But a dick is a dick. I
continued to beg and moan for him.
"Climb aboard man" I moaned again
"Sooo mee!"
That's when the bear stood up. He had left my hole nice and drool covered.
It had his meaty fingers in there, spreading my ass for his wanton cock.
Then Rickles climbed up behind me. I looked back to see his dark hairy
form. Lust in his eyes told me he was ready for fucking.
"This is gonna be the best" he then said
Then Rickles shoved his dick into me. I felt as his cock pierced my ass
ring. Through my sphincter and into my happy hole. I moaned as pleasure
took me.
"Yeassss Mann!" I cried
"Dig it in there stud"
"Fuck me man"
"Aweee fuckkk!" Rickles moaned
"Sweet momma this feels awesome"
He then grabbed my sides. That's when Rickles just started to fuck me like
crazy. His big hairy butt flexed and moved as he pumped my hole his cock
slamming into me balls deep over and over.
"Fuck this is soo great" he said almost laughing
"Never thought I would be a top again"
This made him pound harder in my ass. I reached back and felt for his hairy
butt. I grabbed the big butt cheek and pulled on him. It was a great dick.
But I wished he was bigger. His hard but small dick felt good but i wanted
more.
"Fuck me man." I shouted
"Grind that cockup in me man"
"Give it to me Rickles"
"Give it to me!"
So he did what I wanted. He twirsted his hips as he thrust. His dick moved
inside me at an angle now.
"Hmmmm yesss! " I groaned
"That's it. That's it man. Fuckkk mee!"
I then reached back to his chest. All that hair felt soo good. I grabbed at
his pectoral. Hair and flesh in all. Pulled on him. He yelled as I pulled
on hair.
"Awee fuckk" he cried
"Just fuck me man. Drill me harder"
"Harder!"
I then pushed at him. I wanted ro turn. I wanted to see the guy as he
fucked me. Then he pulled from me. And I turned. I climbed up off the hood
of the vehicle. I crawled over to a bunch of supplies I saw strune about.
Then found a dirty old mattress behind some boxes. I licked it up and threw
it to the ground. Then I climbed on it. Lay on my back and lifted my legs
up in the air. I then reached for my ass hole and spread my butt cheeks for
him.
"Now soldier." I growled commandingly
"Get down here and fuck me silly"
I spit on my fingers and then rubbed the drooling my hole for him.
"Get back in here and fuck me like you've never fucked before" I said
He smiled ecstatically and then dropped to the ground he climbed back
between my legs. Then I looked up at his lust filled face. Greedy desire in
his eyes. Then he placed his still hard dick at my ass hole.
"Do me stud" I said again
That's when he threw all his cock back inside me. His body pushed on me.
This drove him deeper than ever. His balls ground against me. The angle
had his cock up in the best places in my hole. This made me moaned in utter
delight.
"That's it man. Now fuck me!!" I cried
"Plow me up stud"
Rickles bega to quickly fuck me. His cock slammed into me over and over. He
soon started to moan. My ass clamped down in him. I was now fucking him
back. Pushing myself into the man's dick. I grabbed for chest hair again.
Pulling at him. He yelled again as I dug fingers into his flesh.
"Yeah buddy. Fuck that hole" I yelled
"Drill me. Drill me man"
"Shiit baby" he crowed back
"Fucking you. I'm fucking you"
I then pulled him into me. His hairy chest on my chest. All that wonderful
fur raking over me. It felt incredible. It started to affect my dick. All
that glorious fur in his belly rubbed me to another hard on. I began to
fuck his belly as he fucked my ass. I reached down and grabbed his fuzzy
ass. Pulling him on me. His head was buried in my shoulder. I could feel
his beard on my neck
"Ohh God Daddy" I cried
"Pound me Rickles. Pound me hard man"
"Ughhn. Awqwe fuckk!"
He now was gunning his dick into me. His ass flexing as I grabbed at it. It
felt good to get fucked. I had been aching for it for a while now. He
wasn't big, but he filled the need quite nicely. I moaned as he continued
to pound away at me. Pushing back to meet his thrusts.
"Yeah fucker Plow" I growled
"Dig that dick up inside that pussy"
Rickles was soon grunting. He would soon be blasting a nice load. I wanted
to make sure he bred me. I wanted his cum in my ass.
"Make sure you fill up my needy hole man" I added
He started to move faster now. Breaths heavy and ragged. It wouldn't be
long now. I would soon have much desire cum shooting up into me. And that
made me happy for the first time in a while. Before all this shit with
Zombies started.
"Do it Rickles" I moaned
"Fill up my pussy man. Dump that cum in there"
"Awee fuckk yeah man"
He was grunting and whimpering as my ass grabbed at his cock. Rickles then
stopped for a moment. Just a moment. Then his cock erupted inside me. Shot
after hot scalding shot blasted into my ass. I cooed and moaned as I felt
his seed pour into me. He just grunted, panted and huffed as his body was
wracked with his orgasm.
"Sooo fucking good. Awee shiit!" E howled
"Take it baby. Take it all"
He continued to shoot his cum into me. His his thrusting in ragged
motioned. Then he was grinding himself in there. Like he was trying to dig
himself deeper.
"Awee fuckk. Fuckk!'" He whimpered again
"Haven't... Ohh God"
"I miss fucking hole"
Then he just slumped over on my back. I felt utter dampness on me. He was
sweating profusely from the hard driving fuck we just had. All that fur was
damp and black as night. It was hot. And as he pulled from me I turned and
climbed on top of him. My dick was hard again fro the sex. I crawled up on
his sweat covered chest. Then just started to furiously jerk my dick.
"Damn buddy" I declared
"You are sweating like a farm animal"
I laughed as i sat up on him. My hand was on his wet hairy body. I caressed
his chest as I continued to pull on my dick. I felt his cum start to
dribble from my ass. It made me pull on my dick all the more. He looked up
at my cock and licked his lips.
"Do it man. Do it" he urged
I continued to yank on my cock. Then Rickles reached around to my
backside. His fingers fiddled around near my drooling asshole. I felt him
back there. Then pushed myself to his digit. Then it entered me. That was
it. The catalyst that set me off. I clenched my butt on his fingers.
"Awee fuckkkkk!" I then cried out
"Cumming again. Fuckk!"
I shot forth several cum volleys to his face and hairy chest. The white cum
a severe contrast to his dark fur. I shhok there on his chest until I
finished. Then I looked down at his cum covered chest. I then lay myself
back down on him. My face going to his chest to lick it clean.
"Fuck that was great" I said to Rickles. ..................
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-3 | Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 16:22:52 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (3) I recently saw this movie for the first time in a long time. I had forgotten about the hit bear hunk Steele from the movie. A big burlyy beast that is so my type. As I have already written about this I figured I would reboot the story. Enjoy ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead Fun with Rickles ....... I finally was getting dick. After so many weeks. After the zombie apocalypse had started. I thought I would be with out a mans dick ever again. But when they found me on that roof and brought me here, to safety. At first I was just glad to be alive. But now that I was okay and there were men here. And hot ones at that, getting some made things better. Rickles, the private under captain Rhodes was my first taste of dick in ages it seemed. The hairy average looking guy was more than enough to finally get me off. He had given me a blow job a bit ago. All as I watch the subject of my utter lust Steele ram dick into Sarah. Steele was simply the hottest man there. Big bearded bear hunk of a man. Just like I like em' "Sooo good" I said as I sucked down Rickles cock. Rickles had brought me to a fairly unused area filled with equipment. A place where we could have some fun away from every one. We were back there and he had dropped his pants and hauled out his dick.it was small, but it was a dick. And that was all that mattered. I grabbed his dick and brought it to my mouth. I opened up and greedily sucked him down. "Awee yeah boy" Rickles groaned "Haven't had someone suck me off in soo long" It was evident as he grabbed my hard and thrust. I swallowed up all the semi hard cock. My tongue licked at of and tries to siphon it of his cum. It was what I wanted. I wanted to suck in some man cum. Any man cum. He groaned as my expert cock sucking skills pleasures him. His hands holding my face as he began to fuck it. He moved quickly as he fucked my face. His hips thrusting fast and hard. "Yeah boy. Suck my fucking dick man" he moaned out "That mouth really knows how to suck a man" "Steele is gonna love you" "Hhmmmm fuckk!" I loved his cock. It was rock hard and an easy mouthful of yumminess. I slobbered on Rickles dick like it would be the only one I would ever have again. My hand then pulled at his shirt. I wanted to see his naked body. "Take off your shirt man" I said "Wanna see that hairy chest" Rickles giggled as he started to pull at the buttons of his top shirt. Then he pulled the shirt off. I could see his arms and very hairy forearms. I reached for them and sighed as my hands raked over the wonderful hair on them. I swallowed him back down as he tosses his short aside. Then I pulled up his green T-shirt. The hairy thick belly was now in my sights. And boy was he hairy. Thick wonderful fur on his gut. My hands moved to it and then climbed up under his shirt "Ohh my God man" I declared "You are really hairy" "Gotta get you outta these " I stood and just pulled his shirt over his head. There before me was a very hairy man. Dark luxuriant fur on his torso and belly. He kicked off his pants and stood there before me like that "Ya like?" he asked I licked my lips as I nodded to the bear of a man. I came at him. I touched his bear like chest. Let my hand dig into that fur. It felt soo good too. I pushed him back, leaning him against a military APV. He held to it as I dove for good body. I shoved my face into his deep furred chest. The dark fur rubbed on my nose and face. He smelled of sweat and faint odor. He hadn't bathed today. But I didn't care. The smell was rich and pungent. I wanted it. "Damn this is soo hot" I moaned as I kissed his chest "Hot furry man." Next my mouth opened and my tongue came out. I licked at his hairy chest. I cooed and sighed in delight as I rubbed against Rickles chest. I was delirious with my lust now. I then reached back down his torso and grabbed his dick again. He moaned as my hand pulled on him. I jerked on Rickles dick as I slobbered over his furry chest. Then I moved down his chest to his thick gut. He was heavy set, but not fat. I licked at his belly and then down more. "Yeah boy" he said to me "Get back on my dick son" "Get me all nice and hard and I'll fuck this butt" He bent over and reached for my ass. I felt his hand on my butt and then his fingers at my hole. I grabbed his dick and went down on Rickles again. "Fuck. Sweet Jesus yes!" He howled "Suck daddy's cock boy" I slobbered on his dick some more. The hard cock was like a rock rigid and brick like. I felt his fingers rummaging around my butt hole now. I heard him spit as he pulled his hand from my butt. Then it came back down and his saliva covered fingers found my ass now. The digits rubbed around my tender needy ass hole. Then he thrust. "Man this is a sweet pussy hole buddy" he declared One, then a second finger went in after just a few moments. Then he started to pull and push his digits into my ass hole. The sensations on my ass ring were soo nice too. I hadn't had anyone back there in ages it seemed. And Rickles fingers were certainly a welcomed pleasure. He then began to fuck me as I stood there bent over. I was still hungrily sucking on Rickles sturdy dick for all I was worth. Slurping at his hard cock with desire and need. I wanted this guy as hard as granite once he shoved his dick up my ass. And boy howdy I was gonna get cock in my ass. "Yesss daddy Rickles" I moaned "Shove those fingers deep in me stud" "Give em to me." "Give em to mee" . He continued to do this. Fucking my hole with his fingers for several minutes. Until both of us were desperate for more. His body was thrusting his angry dick at my face. He was moaning and groaning very loud now. I was afraid he might bust too soon if we continued this. So I pulled from his dick with my drooling mouth. Besides this bent over position wasn't the most ideal. "Fuck me Rickles" I said to him as I pulled from his fingers I pulled him from the APV. Then I pulled myself onto it. Laying in the hood as I offered him up my ass hole. I reached back and spread my cheeks for Rickles. "Come one stud" I said back "Fuck this hole" I heard him hum in delight as he looked at my opened and ready butt hole. Then his hand reached from my butt. "Do it man" I said again "It's right there needing a dick in it" "Fuck mee" I waved my butt at Rickles. Then the guy dropped to his knees behind me. I then felt his wiry beard on my ass hole. Then his tongue pierced my entrance. I cooed in delight as he started to eat out my wanton ass hole "Yesss man. Eat!" I bellowed "Eat it up soldier" Rickles just did what I wanted. His hot wet tongue lapped at my ass hole. Then in side it. Then around the ring of my ass. It was making me crazy. I needed his cock in me before I went crazy. I reached back and grabbed Rickles head. I pushed him to my ass. If I could get his head in my butt, I would have. "Awee fuckk yeah man. Do it soldier. Do my ass" I crowed again I could hear as he slobbered on my ass. But as I held him to my hole he pushed back. I think he couldn't breathe back there. My ass trying to suck up his face. He pushed off me and sucked in some air. "Fuck man." He declared "You are a horny ass fuck. Aren't you" "Haven't had dick in ages" I said "Before all this shit happened man" "So go back there and prep my pussy fucker" Rickles pushed my hand away as I tried to shove his face back at my hole. Then he licked his fingers. Covering them in spit. That's when he brought them to my ass and shoved two thick digits into me. "Ughhnnnn" I groaned as he did. Then he began to fuck me with his fingers. I moaned as his two fingers sliced into my ass. "Fuckk mee dude" I groaned "Fuck that hole man" Rickles drilled my ass with his fingers for over a minute, at least. I was so into it I lost time for a bit. I was pushing back at his fingers as he fucked me. Relishing in the feelings on my ass hole. Then while he fucked me with them he moved his face back into my ass area. I felt his beard in me again. Tickling at my back side. Then as he fucked my man hole with his fingers, Rickles flicked his tongue against my bud. Rubbing against the tender flesh at me hole. "Ohhh God man. Do it Rickles" I then begged "Fuck me please man. Fuck me now" I was desperate to have his cock. Crying and moaning loud as he continued to finger fuck my hole. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Next: a 'private' fuck | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 16:22:52 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (3)
I recently saw this movie for the first time in a long time. I had forgotten about the hit bear hunk Steele from the movie.
A big burlyy beast that is so my type.
As I have already written about this I figured I would reboot the story.
Enjoy
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Day of the Dead
Fun with Rickles
....... I finally was getting dick. After so many weeks. After the zombie
apocalypse had started. I thought I would be with out a mans dick ever
again. But when they found me on that roof and brought me here, to
safety. At first I was just glad to be alive.
But now that I was okay and there were men here. And hot ones at that,
getting some made things better. Rickles, the private under captain Rhodes
was my first taste of dick in ages it seemed. The hairy average looking guy
was more than enough to finally get me off.
He had given me a blow job a bit ago. All as I watch the subject of my
utter lust Steele ram dick into Sarah. Steele was simply the hottest man
there. Big bearded bear hunk of a man. Just like I like em'
"Sooo good" I said as I sucked down Rickles cock.
Rickles had brought me to a fairly unused area filled with equipment. A
place where we could have some fun away from every one. We were back there
and he had dropped his pants and hauled out his dick.it was small, but it
was a dick. And that was all that mattered. I grabbed his dick and brought
it to my mouth. I opened up and greedily sucked him down.
"Awee yeah boy" Rickles groaned
"Haven't had someone suck me off in soo long"
It was evident as he grabbed my hard and thrust. I swallowed up all the
semi hard cock. My tongue licked at of and tries to siphon it of his
cum. It was what I wanted. I wanted to suck in some man cum. Any man cum.
He groaned as my expert cock sucking skills pleasures him. His hands
holding my face as he began to fuck it. He moved quickly as he fucked my
face. His hips thrusting fast and hard.
"Yeah boy. Suck my fucking dick man" he moaned out
"That mouth really knows how to suck a man"
"Steele is gonna love you"
"Hhmmmm fuckk!"
I loved his cock. It was rock hard and an easy mouthful of yumminess. I
slobbered on Rickles dick like it would be the only one I would ever have
again. My hand then pulled at his shirt. I wanted to see his naked body.
"Take off your shirt man" I said
"Wanna see that hairy chest"
Rickles giggled as he started to pull at the buttons of his top shirt. Then
he pulled the shirt off. I could see his arms and very hairy forearms. I
reached for them and sighed as my hands raked over the wonderful hair on
them. I swallowed him back down as he tosses his short aside. Then I pulled
up his green T-shirt. The hairy thick belly was now in my sights. And boy
was he hairy. Thick wonderful fur on his gut. My hands moved to it and then
climbed up under his shirt
"Ohh my God man" I declared
"You are really hairy"
"Gotta get you outta these "
I stood and just pulled his shirt over his head. There before me was a very
hairy man. Dark luxuriant fur on his torso and belly. He kicked off his
pants and stood there before me like that
"Ya like?" he asked
I licked my lips as I nodded to the bear of a man. I came at him. I touched
his bear like chest. Let my hand dig into that fur. It felt soo good too. I
pushed him back, leaning him against a military APV. He held to it as I
dove for good body. I shoved my face into his deep furred chest. The dark
fur rubbed on my nose and face. He smelled of sweat and faint odor. He
hadn't bathed today. But I didn't care. The smell was rich and pungent. I
wanted it.
"Damn this is soo hot" I moaned as I kissed his chest
"Hot furry man."
Next my mouth opened and my tongue came out. I licked at his hairy chest. I
cooed and sighed in delight as I rubbed against Rickles chest. I was
delirious with my lust now. I then reached back down his torso and grabbed
his dick again. He moaned as my hand pulled on him. I jerked on Rickles
dick as I slobbered over his furry chest. Then I moved down his chest to
his thick gut. He was heavy set, but not fat. I licked at his belly and
then down more.
"Yeah boy" he said to me
"Get back on my dick son"
"Get me all nice and hard and I'll fuck this butt"
He bent over and reached for my ass. I felt his hand on my butt and then
his fingers at my hole. I grabbed his dick and went down on Rickles again.
"Fuck. Sweet Jesus yes!" He howled
"Suck daddy's cock boy"
I slobbered on his dick some more. The hard cock was like a rock rigid and
brick like. I felt his fingers rummaging around my butt hole now. I heard
him spit as he pulled his hand from my butt. Then it came back down and his
saliva covered fingers found my ass now. The digits rubbed around my tender
needy ass hole. Then he thrust.
"Man this is a sweet pussy hole buddy" he declared
One, then a second finger went in after just a few moments. Then he
started to pull and push his digits into my ass hole. The sensations on my
ass ring were soo nice too. I hadn't had anyone back there in ages it
seemed. And Rickles fingers were certainly a welcomed pleasure. He then
began to fuck me as I stood there bent over.
I was still hungrily sucking on Rickles sturdy dick for all I was worth.
Slurping at his hard cock with desire and need. I wanted this guy as hard
as granite once he shoved his dick up my ass. And boy howdy I was gonna get
cock in my ass.
"Yesss daddy Rickles" I moaned
"Shove those fingers deep in me stud"
"Give em to me."
"Give em to mee"
.
He continued to do this. Fucking my hole with his fingers for several
minutes. Until both of us were desperate for more. His body was thrusting
his angry dick at my face. He was moaning and groaning very loud now. I was
afraid he might bust too soon if we continued this. So I pulled from his
dick with my drooling mouth. Besides this bent over position wasn't the
most ideal.
"Fuck me Rickles" I said to him as I pulled from his fingers
I pulled him from the APV. Then I pulled myself onto it. Laying in the hood
as I offered him up my ass hole. I reached back and spread my cheeks for
Rickles.
"Come one stud" I said back
"Fuck this hole"
I heard him hum in delight as he looked at my opened and ready butt
hole. Then his hand reached from my butt.
"Do it man" I said again
"It's right there needing a dick in it"
"Fuck mee"
I waved my butt at Rickles. Then the guy dropped to his knees behind me. I
then felt his wiry beard on my ass hole. Then his tongue pierced my
entrance. I cooed in delight as he started to eat out my wanton ass hole
"Yesss man. Eat!" I bellowed
"Eat it up soldier"
Rickles just did what I wanted. His hot wet tongue lapped at my ass
hole. Then in side it. Then around the ring of my ass. It was making me
crazy. I needed his cock in me before I went crazy. I reached back and
grabbed Rickles head. I pushed him to my ass. If I could get his head in my
butt, I would have.
"Awee fuckk yeah man. Do it soldier. Do my ass" I crowed again
I could hear as he slobbered on my ass. But as I held him to my hole he
pushed back. I think he couldn't breathe back there. My ass trying to suck
up his face. He pushed off me and sucked in some air.
"Fuck man." He declared
"You are a horny ass fuck. Aren't you"
"Haven't had dick in ages" I said
"Before all this shit happened man"
"So go back there and prep my pussy fucker"
Rickles pushed my hand away as I tried to shove his face back at my
hole. Then he licked his fingers. Covering them in spit. That's when he
brought them to my ass and shoved two thick digits into me.
"Ughhnnnn" I groaned as he did.
Then he began to fuck me with his fingers. I moaned as his two fingers
sliced into my ass.
"Fuckk mee dude" I groaned
"Fuck that hole man"
Rickles drilled my ass with his fingers for over a minute, at least. I was
so into it I lost time for a bit. I was pushing back at his fingers as he
fucked me. Relishing in the feelings on my ass hole.
Then while he fucked me with them he moved his face back into my ass
area. I felt his beard in me again. Tickling at my back side. Then as he
fucked my man hole with his fingers, Rickles flicked his tongue against my
bud. Rubbing against the tender flesh at me hole.
"Ohhh God man. Do it Rickles" I then begged
"Fuck me please man. Fuck me now"
I was desperate to have his cock. Crying and moaning loud as he continued
to finger fuck my hole.
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Next: a 'private' fuck
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-2 | Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2017 14:46:19 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (2) I recently saw this movie again after many years. I had forgotten what a hot beefy bear the character Steele was. Since I have already done this story, I thought a reboot on the story idea. Again this does not suggest the sexual preference of the actor. Enjoy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Reboot (2) "Steele is a brute." ...... I stood there outside the door to the bear hunk Steele's room. He had grabbed Sarah and brought her here. Through the window I saw what was transpiring in the room. He had ripped her clothes off and planned on fucking her. To 'teach her a lesson' as he had said. And I had the show. I was looking at the huge man as he grabbed Sarah and pulled down her clothes right there. He had forced her legs opened. Her vagina showing at me. Then Steele thrust himself on her. "Ughnn. Ohhh God" Sarah howled I saw as Steele drive his huge man cock into her. My angle did not offer me much in seeing all his dick. But what I did see was quite impressive. Big fat cock head as he rammed into her. Her pussy widened as the big dick pried itself into her. Her cry was placed both with pain and pleasure. She was getting what Rickles had called the biggest dick in the place. "Ohhh God. Soo bigggm" she cried "Ohhh my God. Steele!" "You beast" Her cries lost the fight as she took his big dick. I watched as her eyes rolled into her head as the huge man pushed himself at her. In and out he went. The big man's man just went onto a nice hard steady fuck. I was hard in my pants as I gazed at his big hairy butt flexing as he fucked. Soon Sarah was moaning from the wonderful slamming she was getting. I was pulling in my dick through my pants as I watched that big delicious man fuck her. Jealous that it was her getting his dick and not me. "Fuck me. Ohh God Steele fuck me" she yelled "Fuck me with that big man's dick" "Ohhh yess you fucking animal" Sarah was now cursing with the lust and pleasure she was getting from the beast of a man. Steele was just grunting there as he fucked her. He looked back towards me. He was soo hit standing there fucking the Hell out of her. I licked my lips in my own desire for him. Then Steele winked at me and. Smirking wickledly as he then returned to his task. "Take daddy's cock bitch" he growled "Take a real man dick" "Yesss Steele" she yelled back "You are a real man Steele. Ooohh God yess daddy" "Fuck me. Fuck me!" She was now pulling at him. Reaching for his strong arms and shoulders. Trying to get the man to dig his cock deeper into her. "Fuck me you animal" she yelled "Rip up my cunt with that bull dick Steele" She was desperate for Steele to fuck her now. He pushed back at his huge dick. "Give it to me Steele" she cried out again Steele thrust harder at her. She gasped as his fat dick plunged back down into her. Over and over the man crushed her vaginal walls with his huge cock. The screamed of pain and lust from Sarah were so damned hot. I was really yanking hard on my dick. I wanted to cum from the show. I needed to cum from watching this bull of a man rape Sarah's pussy. "Liking the show" came a voice from behind me It was Rickles. He stood behind me grabbing at his own crotch. I looked back briefly to see he was getting hard in his own pants. I wondered how he was getting a hard on as he was not seeing what i was seeing. He was smiling at me as he stood there. Then he licked his lips. "Steele is an animal when he fucks" he said "Sarah ain't gonna want no other cock after that one" Then he moaned as he pulled at his cock more. "Looks like they are getting you excited too. " he said He was looking at my dick in my hand. Then he licked his lips again. I looked back at the window as I heard Sarah scream again. Then I saw that Steele had lifted her up in his arms. He was now fucking her standing up. He turned just enough for me to see his big balls below the fuck action. They were indeed a nice bull sack. Big and heavy. Swaying under the body of Sarah as she rode his dick. The bottom of his huge cock was now in view. It was very wide. I licked my lips and returned to pulling on my dick. "Fuck her stud" I said softly "Ruin that pussy" Then I felt a hand on me. I looked back and Rickles was now on his knees next to me. He grabbed my dick from my hand. "Real nice cock man" he said just before going down on me. There I stood, watching the hot daddy man Steele fuck Sarah madly. His big fat cock tearing through her so hard. Her cries echoing in my head as well as the halls. Then the shorter hairy giuy Rickles was in his knees with my dick in his mouth. I reached for his head and stroked him. "Hmmm fuck xude" I groaned "That's some good sucking you got going" "So much easier than Steele's cock" he said as he paused for a moment "Easier to swallow, cuz it's not huge" I pondered his words. My dick was a solid 7 inches. A good size. But if my dick was an ease, I wondered how big Steele really was. "How big is that stud" I finally asked "Steele?" Rickles looked up at me His head pondered my question for a moment. I looked in at the stud as he continued to salmm that dick into Sarah. He moaned getting deeper. His grunts louder. I knew the beast would blow soon. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. But then Rickles answered me. "Steele is just under 9 inches man" he stated "But he is super thick" He grabbed my wrist and put his fingers around it. Then moved up my arm an inch above it. He sized uo that part of mtpy wrist. Then nodded in acceptance of what he found. "Here" he then said "This thick" "Fuck" I blurted Then Rickles went back down my dick. I looked back in at the huge hunk of man in the other room. His big ass was moving faster as he slammed down in Sarah again and again. The sounds getting even louder in that room. Steele grabbed Sarah and pulled her up to him. "You like the caveman now bitch" he growled at her "Yess Steele. Ohh yess!" She cried "Call me daddy Sarah." "Call me daddy. Just like everyone else here" "Aweee fuckk. Yess" she chirped back "Yess daddy. Fuck me daddy" Then Steele howled out. He pushed her forward and began a brutal power fuck on her. Sarah screamed as this must have hurt. I envisioned his huge dick slaughtering her vagina. Pummeling her insides. I wanted to be her at this moment. I wanted his dick in me. I grabbed at Rickles head and started to fuck his face faster. I too grunting. The show before me was pulling me closer to an orgasm. "Awee fuck yeah man" I groaned "Suck it man. Suck that dick" Rickles hand moved over my cock as I slammed down to his face. He too knew he would get some cum outta me. "Fuck that bitch harder daddy" I said to the glass before me "Fuck her slut pussy" "Aweee yess man. Daddy" Steele howled as his dick must have started to bust. His body thrown against Sarah. He grunted like an animal. Fierce and gutteral noises. This drove me over the edge too. I stared at the sight before me. I didn't want to miss a single moment of Steele seeding Sarah. My eyes glued to the sight beyond the glass and door separating me from the big hunk. "Fill up my pussy Steele" Sarah yelled "Impregnate me stud" She howled as she grabbed at his huge body. Bucking madly against him as he poured his cum into her. I licked my lips as I watched the man explode. Steele howled and then looked back at me. Our eyes met as he blew. My head tried to pull back as I came too. Rickles mouth and the sight of the massive man Steele had my balls blasting out like rockets. "Fuckk yesss daddy" I cried out. Steele smiled back at me and even winked. Meanwhile my cockshot about six healthy blasts into Rickles siphoning mouth. He drank my cum like it was a nice cool beer. Guzzling my juice greedily. "Yesss man. Drink. Drink!" I howled I had finished dumping my cum into the mouth on my dick as my eyes were glued to the beast in the other room. He lasted a bit longer than me. Howling as his cum spatinto Sarah. And it definitely was alot. As thats when I saw the white cream gush from her very filled pussy. White gobs of the man's cum drooled down he ass and to the bed below. "Fuckkk" Steele then groaned as he finally finished I watched as he pulled from her. I still couldn't see his whole cock. But just the dripping tip. There was copious amounts of his cum and her vaginal goo all over the fat cock head. Steel stepped back and sighed deeply. He looked down at the mess he made of her pussy. It was drooling his cum profusely now. I wasn't a man who ever thought of vagina. God no!. But I actually wanted to dive between her legs and lick hers out. Just to get Steele's cum. All of it. "Fucking whore" Steele growled "I knew you were" He swatted her legs away as he reached to get his pants back up. Thats when Rickles stood up next to me. I turned tto him. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his bulging crotch now. It felt nice to grab someone else's cock. He smiled at me and then leaned in close. "Now you suck this buddy" he said "Well go somewhere and fuck before Steele gets a whiff of you" "Cuz after him no one else will satisfy you man" I pondered his statement. The thought of Steele grabbing me and taking me like he did Sarah. I was again hard in my pants that Rickles had pulled back up. "Let's go man" he iterated again. I looked upon him and smiled. He was handsome enough. And getting fucked by the hairy guy suited me just fine. So I followed Rickles back out towards where the Zombies lay. Out into the tunnel. But he lead me around some of the equipment back to a storage area. Then through another door and where there were a bunch of military vehicle. We climbed into a big Hummer and closed the door. The back seats were pushed down flat and there was blankets laid back in there. Obviously where sex happened alot. The smell of it was in the air. "We'll be unnoticed here" "You got me so horny man" he said "And I wanna fuck you before Steele does" He then pulled off his shirt. Exposing his nice full and hairy chest. It was dark and luxurious. I licked my lips as the guy got better looking very quickly. I reached down to his legs and grabbed for his dick through his pants. I squeezed at his crotch. Feeling his hardening dick through them. "Now you do me man" he said I gladly dropped to my knees for him. I was still groping at his excited cock through his pants. "Feels nice" I stated "Been needing this for a while" "With everyone gone and all" "Yeah" he replied "Until we got down here. Had anything for a long time" I then started to take off his pants. Moving quickly to free his dick. I pulled them down to his ankles. Rickles had on boxers. His legs were as hairy as I thought they may be. I then grabbed the waist of his boxers and pulled them down too. His semi hard dick fell out. It was small, but looked tempting regardless. I reached for his dick and pulled it to my mouth. "Hmmmmm" I sighed as I finally tatsed him................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Next : Fun with Rickles | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2017 14:46:19 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (2)
I recently saw this movie again after many years. I had forgotten what a
hot beefy bear the character Steele was. Since I have already done this
story, I thought a reboot on the story idea.
Again this does not suggest the sexual preference of the actor.
Enjoy.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead
(Reboot (2)
"Steele is a brute."
...... I stood there outside the door to the bear hunk Steele's room. He
had grabbed Sarah and brought her here. Through the window I saw what was
transpiring in the room. He had ripped her clothes off and planned on
fucking her. To 'teach her a lesson' as he had said.
And I had the show. I was looking at the huge man as he grabbed Sarah and
pulled down her clothes right there. He had forced her legs opened. Her
vagina showing at me. Then Steele thrust himself on her.
"Ughnn. Ohhh God" Sarah howled
I saw as Steele drive his huge man cock into her. My angle did not offer me
much in seeing all his dick. But what I did see was quite impressive. Big
fat cock head as he rammed into her. Her pussy widened as the big dick
pried itself into her. Her cry was placed both with pain and pleasure. She
was getting what Rickles had called the biggest dick in the place.
"Ohhh God. Soo bigggm" she cried
"Ohhh my God. Steele!"
"You beast"
Her cries lost the fight as she took his big dick. I watched as her eyes
rolled into her head as the huge man pushed himself at her. In and out he
went. The big man's man just went onto a nice hard steady fuck. I was hard
in my pants as I gazed at his big hairy butt flexing as he fucked.
Soon Sarah was moaning from the wonderful slamming she was getting. I was
pulling in my dick through my pants as I watched that big delicious man
fuck her. Jealous that it was her getting his dick and not me.
"Fuck me. Ohh God Steele fuck me" she yelled
"Fuck me with that big man's dick"
"Ohhh yess you fucking animal"
Sarah was now cursing with the lust and pleasure she was getting from the
beast of a man. Steele was just grunting there as he fucked her. He looked
back towards me. He was soo hit standing there fucking the Hell out of
her. I licked my lips in my own desire for him. Then Steele winked at me
and. Smirking wickledly as he then returned to his task.
"Take daddy's cock bitch" he growled
"Take a real man dick"
"Yesss Steele" she yelled back
"You are a real man Steele. Ooohh God yess daddy"
"Fuck me. Fuck me!"
She was now pulling at him. Reaching for his strong arms and
shoulders. Trying to get the man to dig his cock deeper into her.
"Fuck me you animal" she yelled
"Rip up my cunt with that bull dick Steele"
She was desperate for Steele to fuck her now. He pushed back at his huge
dick.
"Give it to me Steele" she cried out again
Steele thrust harder at her. She gasped as his fat dick plunged back down
into her. Over and over the man crushed her vaginal walls with his huge
cock. The screamed of pain and lust from Sarah were so damned hot. I was
really yanking hard on my dick. I wanted to cum from the show. I needed
to cum from watching this bull of a man rape Sarah's pussy.
"Liking the show" came a voice from behind me
It was Rickles. He stood behind me grabbing at his own crotch. I looked
back briefly to see he was getting hard in his own pants. I wondered how he
was getting a hard on as he was not seeing what i was seeing. He was
smiling at me as he stood there. Then he licked his lips.
"Steele is an animal when he fucks" he said
"Sarah ain't gonna want no other cock after that one"
Then he moaned as he pulled at his cock more.
"Looks like they are getting you excited too. " he said
He was looking at my dick in my hand. Then he licked his lips again. I
looked back at the window as I heard Sarah scream again. Then I saw that
Steele had lifted her up in his arms. He was now fucking her standing
up. He turned just enough for me to see his big balls below the fuck
action. They were indeed a nice bull sack. Big and heavy. Swaying under
the body of Sarah as she rode his dick. The bottom of his huge cock was now
in view. It was very wide. I licked my lips and returned to pulling on my
dick.
"Fuck her stud" I said softly
"Ruin that pussy"
Then I felt a hand on me. I looked back and Rickles was now on his knees
next to me. He grabbed my dick from my hand.
"Real nice cock man" he said just before going down on me. There I stood,
watching the hot daddy man Steele fuck Sarah madly. His big fat cock
tearing through her so hard. Her cries echoing in my head as well as the
halls. Then the shorter hairy giuy Rickles was in his knees with my dick in
his mouth. I reached for his head and stroked him.
"Hmmm fuck xude" I groaned
"That's some good sucking you got going"
"So much easier than Steele's cock" he said as he paused for a moment
"Easier to swallow, cuz it's not huge"
I pondered his words. My dick was a solid 7 inches. A good size. But if my
dick was an ease, I wondered how big Steele really was.
"How big is that stud" I finally asked
"Steele?" Rickles looked up at me
His head pondered my question for a moment. I looked in at the stud as he
continued to salmm that dick into Sarah. He moaned getting deeper. His
grunts louder. I knew the beast would blow soon. I wanted to see it. I
wanted to taste it. But then Rickles answered me.
"Steele is just under 9 inches man" he stated
"But he is super thick"
He grabbed my wrist and put his fingers around it. Then moved up my arm an
inch above it. He sized uo that part of mtpy wrist. Then nodded in
acceptance of what he found.
"Here" he then said
"This thick"
"Fuck" I blurted
Then Rickles went back down my dick. I looked back in at the huge hunk of
man in the other room. His big ass was moving faster as he slammed down in
Sarah again and again. The sounds getting even louder in that room. Steele
grabbed Sarah and pulled her up to him.
"You like the caveman now bitch" he growled at her
"Yess Steele. Ohh yess!" She cried
"Call me daddy Sarah."
"Call me daddy. Just like everyone else here"
"Aweee fuckk. Yess" she chirped back
"Yess daddy. Fuck me daddy"
Then Steele howled out. He pushed her forward and began a brutal power fuck
on her. Sarah screamed as this must have hurt. I envisioned his huge dick
slaughtering her vagina. Pummeling her insides. I wanted to be her at this
moment. I wanted his dick in me. I grabbed at Rickles head and started to
fuck his face faster. I too grunting. The show before me was pulling me
closer to an orgasm.
"Awee fuck yeah man" I groaned
"Suck it man. Suck that dick"
Rickles hand moved over my cock as I slammed down to his face. He too knew
he would get some cum outta me.
"Fuck that bitch harder daddy" I said to the glass before me
"Fuck her slut pussy"
"Aweee yess man. Daddy"
Steele howled as his dick must have started to bust. His body thrown
against Sarah. He grunted like an animal. Fierce and gutteral noises. This
drove me over the edge too. I stared at the sight before me. I didn't want
to miss a single moment of Steele seeding Sarah. My eyes glued to the sight
beyond the glass and door separating me from the big hunk.
"Fill up my pussy Steele" Sarah yelled
"Impregnate me stud"
She howled as she grabbed at his huge body. Bucking madly against him as he
poured his cum into her. I licked my lips as I watched the man
explode. Steele howled and then looked back at me. Our eyes met as he
blew. My head tried to pull back as I came too. Rickles mouth and the sight
of the massive man Steele had my balls blasting out like rockets.
"Fuckk yesss daddy" I cried out.
Steele smiled back at me and even winked. Meanwhile my cockshot about six
healthy blasts into Rickles siphoning mouth. He drank my cum like it was a
nice cool beer. Guzzling my juice greedily.
"Yesss man. Drink. Drink!" I howled
I had finished dumping my cum into the mouth on my dick as my eyes were
glued to the beast in the other room. He lasted a bit longer than
me. Howling as his cum spatinto Sarah. And it definitely was alot. As thats
when I saw the white cream gush from her very filled pussy. White gobs of
the man's cum drooled down he ass and to the bed below.
"Fuckkk" Steele then groaned as he finally finished
I watched as he pulled from her. I still couldn't see his whole cock. But
just the dripping tip. There was copious amounts of his cum and her vaginal
goo all over the fat cock head. Steel stepped back and sighed deeply. He
looked down at the mess he made of her pussy. It was drooling his cum
profusely now. I wasn't a man who ever thought of vagina. God no!. But I
actually wanted to dive between her legs and lick hers out. Just to get
Steele's cum. All of it.
"Fucking whore" Steele growled
"I knew you were"
He swatted her legs away as he reached to get his pants back up. Thats when
Rickles stood up next to me. I turned tto him. He grabbed my hand and
brought it to his bulging crotch now. It felt nice to grab someone else's
cock. He smiled at me and then leaned in close.
"Now you suck this buddy" he said
"Well go somewhere and fuck before Steele gets a whiff of you"
"Cuz after him no one else will satisfy you man"
I pondered his statement. The thought of Steele grabbing me and taking me
like he did Sarah. I was again hard in my pants that Rickles had pulled
back up.
"Let's go man" he iterated again.
I looked upon him and smiled. He was handsome enough. And getting fucked by
the hairy guy suited me just fine. So I followed Rickles back out towards
where the Zombies lay. Out into the tunnel. But he lead me around some of
the equipment back to a storage area. Then through another door and where
there were a bunch of military vehicle. We climbed into a big Hummer and
closed the door. The back seats were pushed down flat and there was
blankets laid back in there. Obviously where sex happened alot. The smell
of it was in the air.
"We'll be unnoticed here"
"You got me so horny man" he said
"And I wanna fuck you before Steele does"
He then pulled off his shirt. Exposing his nice full and hairy chest. It
was dark and luxurious. I licked my lips as the guy got better looking very
quickly. I reached down to his legs and grabbed for his dick through his
pants. I squeezed at his crotch. Feeling his hardening dick through them.
"Now you do me man" he said
I gladly dropped to my knees for him. I was still groping at his excited
cock through his pants.
"Feels nice" I stated
"Been needing this for a while"
"With everyone gone and all"
"Yeah" he replied
"Until we got down here. Had anything for a long time"
I then started to take off his pants. Moving quickly to free his dick. I
pulled them down to his ankles. Rickles had on boxers. His legs were as
hairy as I thought they may be. I then grabbed the waist of his boxers and
pulled them down too. His semi hard dick fell out. It was small, but looked
tempting regardless. I reached for his dick and pulled it to my mouth.
"Hmmmmm" I sighed as I finally tatsed him...................
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Next : Fun with Rickles
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/day-of-the-dead-2 | Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2008 16:05:25 EDT From: [email protected] Subject: Day of the Dead 2 This is a fiction story about a fictional story. If anyone saw the horror movie "Day of the Dead". There was a moment in that movie that a guy gropes himself . and i have always gotten turned on by it. anyhoo... I hope you like this sexual version... No gore , just sex... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day of the Dead (Steele's Bitch) It was but the next day that i was confronted by Steele in the bathroom. "The captain doesn't like having to watch out for another civilian around here buddy." he growled. He came to the urinal next to me as he said that. then he hauled out his fat knob. I glanced at it for a second. then turned away and said. "I can take care of myself...Buddy" Trying to be tough. "Well" Steele continued. "Im not lookin out for ya. and neither will any of my men" He shook his dick to drain it and left. I watched as he big beefy ass walked out. My dick sprang up in my pants. Man i wanted him. I headed back to the corral where i heard a commotion and gun fire. i saw Rickles and Steele shooting into the blackness at writhing forms. It looked like there was a bunch of those things down there trying to get in again. I kept staring at Steele's ass and his beefy body. when he would move I could see his package shift. the large cock underneath had me horny. I involuntarily groped at myself as i watched him. Then Sarah came up behind me and said. "He is such a fucking pig. the way he treats those people. its disgusting" I turned and replied. "Those people aren't people anymore Sarah" I couldn't believe i was actually trying to defend Steele's actions, because he was a jerk. but my loins were talking not my head. "What are they anyways? And what happened up there?" "The doctor thinks that something got into the soil. maybe radioactive and basically reanimated the dead." "But how?" I asked. "That we dont know. But if you ask me i think its military" When she said that Steele looked over at us. he grimaced and spit on the floor. "But how can you say that" I said. "When its the military now that's for the most part protecting us from them" I looked back at Steele again and he smirked at my comment. Needless to say Sarah began to blabber off some theories on how the military and government were responsible for many of the problems that we have had in the past. In my mind i actually agreed with her but so that Steele would like me i tried to defend his actions. After our debate Sarah walked off in disgust. Rickles came up shortly after and thanked me for my support. "Appreciate the words buddy" he said, then patted me on the Butt. Well another dreary day in that place went by and another evening in a hole in the ground. I wondered if anyone i knew was still alive. or dead or worse had become one of those things. I sat in the room i had been given staring at the concrete wall before me. tears running down my face, when i heard someone walking down the corridor. I tried to collect myself so as not to be seen by anyone walkin by. then Steele was at the doorway to my room. He smiled at me. "Wanna thank you for sticking up for us down there man." he said His voice was softer, without that mocking attitude he pushed out to everyone. "Its okay" I said without looking at him. "I know you guys are only trying to stay alive, just like everyone else." "Do you think anyone else is alive out there?" "Have no fuckin idea. But i sure hope so." He had reached down and groped himself. I looked to see there was a sizeable bulge in his pants. then he came in and closed the door behind. He walked up to me. His big basket was just inches from me. Then i felt his big hand on my shoulder. "Rickles told me about the fun you had the other night" I looked up at him and he was smiling slyly. "So you wanna give me a hand with this?" he said. His other hand groped at his now growing basket. there was a fat tube on his left thigh. "I dont know what your talkin bout'" i said. Then i looked back at his face. His expression had changed from nice to mean again. for he grabbed at my head and shoved it into his basket. I felt the big cock under his pants twitch under my face. "Dont tell me that you didn't let Rickles fuck you little boy pussy with his cock" He growled "That bitch tells me everything. Especially when i'm tearin up his ass." He pulled my face off his crotch and began to unzip himself with the other hand. "Now yer gonna pleasure my fuckin cock boy" he said. "Everyone of my fat 9 inches is gonna shread that pussy" I wanted to get out of there but i knew i couldn't overpower this big guy. I tried though to push him away. "No man. i dont do this like..." 'Shut up bitch" he said as he smacked my head. Then he hauled out his fat cock. it was already leaking precum. I stared at the fat semi covered head and that dewey drop at the tip. My caution went out the proverbial window at that moment for i grabbed the thick shaft and went f or his cock. my tongue touched the sweet thick head. the taste was like aphrodisiac. I was instantly ravenous for him. I opened my mouth and took his club inside. I slobbered over his giant tool. his cock was drooling a lot of precum onto my tongue. Just a precursor to the amount of cum that will gush from his heavy balls. and they were heavy. while sucking his cock i hauled out his huge boulders. he dropped his pants to the floor and slowly stepped out of them as i blew his fat cock. He grabbed my head and roughly fucked my mouth. "Shit that's awesome" He said "Best mouth that's been on my dick since we got stuck in this hole" His fat balls were on my chin as his entire cock dugg into my now aching throat. I could feel his juice trickle down into my throat as he continued to leak his thick precum. After several minutes of his ramming his huge cock into my throat he was at full mast. my jaw hurt cuz my mouth was opened to wider than i ever remember having it. And his name fit him. cuz it felt like there was a lead pipe lodged in my throat. Tears poured from my eyes as i knew i was losing precious oxygen. "God damn. yer mouth is so damn hott dude". He said "Cant wait to get at that ass" With that he pulled the enormous tube from my throat and mouth. I quickly sucked in so much needed air. I looked at his glistening spit covered club. and it was truly massive. Huge and fat as my wrist. and still a dribble of precum hung from the fat dripping head. "Can I lick yer fat balls sir" i begged. I wanted to taste his huge boulders now. "Go ahead boy" he answered. I quickly went for them before he changed his mind. He was licking his fingers and slapping my ass with his meaty hands. I pressed his fat balls to my face. and my mouth opened to take one huge orb in. i bathed it in spit, feeling as it was processing his coming heavy load. his fat cock lay on my head. a dribble of his precum landed on my neck. it was warm and wet. Then i felt as he pried open my ass with a fat finger. Then just shoved it in hard. I shook as his digit hit its mark and mashed up against my button. "Mmmmmnnh" I moaned on his balls. "Feel good dont it boy" he said. "Well looks like Rickles loosened ya up a bit. But i bet you are used to big cocks tearin this pussy up." He was wrong. yes I had been with may guys. But no one near as big as him. then I felt another fat finger dig into me. "Uughnnnn, yes daddy" i groaned. "Need it bad" Steele was liking my moans of desire. it was keeping him stone hard. his cock twitched some more and I felt another drop of his juice hit my neck. "Its time" He said. He yanked the fat nuts from my hungry mouth and got up. he removed his shirt and threw it to the floor. I was looking up at his big beefy body and thick gut. all covered in a light fur. then he lay down on the floor and commanded that i sit on his cock. his thick beefy legs were spread and i looked up at the junction where they met. his heavy balls hanging low and his beefy hand holding his tree trunk cock that was sticking straight up in the air like a monolith. "Get up on my dick bitch" he commanded. The fear was still there But i needed to try and take his big cock as best I could. so i positioned my ass over his huge cock. I grabbed at the thick shaft and Slowly sat down on him. Holding his fat cock in hand i rubbed the massive head against my pucker. his body tried to shove into me. But my ass protested by thwarting his insertion. It popped back and against my buttocks. then again tried to no avail. Next it flopped forward and ran along my own hard dick. i looked down to see how much bigger and thicker his cock was comparable to my own 7 inch dick. "Fuck it" he shouted. He swatted my hand from his cock. Grabbed it himself. and held it to my asshole. Then he kicked at my leg and i lost my footing. i fell back on his cock and the huge head slammed hard on my sphincter. but he held on and thrust . the pressure against my hole pried it opened and i was impaled on his cock. An immediate fiery pain ripped through my bowels and tore through me as his massive club was forced into me. my ass tried to push it out . but it was too late. Steele drove every fat inch into me hard. i felt his fat balls on my ass as i hit bottom. "Fuukkkkkkkk. Jesuuuss Christttt!!! I shrieked as the pain reverberated through my body. I was trying to get up and pull his giant schlong from my ass. but Steele grabbed at my body and pulled me to him. i felt his heavy gut and beefy chest on my back. "Take it" he whispered once his lips were at my ear.. And he thrust hard again. I tried to scream again. But my cries then were muffled when he placed his big hand on my mouth. So i could just hear the low screams in his hand. He thrust again and again into my shredded ass as he got into it. I couldn't control my ass as it clamped down on his stone hard dick. i could feel him lift my body up and he just jack hammered my hole brutally my hands flailed trying to grab at something to pull me off him. But Steele held me close. "Damn this ass is like a vice. but its driven my cock crazy" "If i keep this up. I'll blow too soon" But he too couldn't seem to control the lust driving his cock into me. He just kept slamming harder and harder in my hole. His fat balls kept slamming up into my own balls hard. adding more pain to his assault on me. I continued to fight off the excruciating pain he was inflicting on my ass. My throat was already sore from screaming for near ten minutes of his constant fuckin. But then finally when i could almost take no more the pain started to ebb away. I reached down and grabbed at his flailing balls. I gripped the big nuts in my hand and tugged on them. He reached around and grabbed at my cock when he dugg in again. this time he shoved hard. and ground into my ass. he had released my mouth from his hand and i screamed again as his fat head raked across my prostate. "Fuukkkk meemmemememe!!!! I cried out My body shook violently as he jerked on my dick. I blew a heavy load in his hand and on my chest "Yesssss daddy" I cried. "Take my pussy man. Pllzzzzzz fuk meeee!" I wasn't even finished cumming as he flipped me over and threw me to the floor. His fat dick was pulled from my ass for just a moment before he climbed up and slammed back into my ass hard. "Yesss bitch" He growled . "Take my fukking cock you cunt boy" He hit my prostate so hard. pain once again fired through me. He grabbed my mouth again as his big body fell on me. Once again I was screamimg into his hand as he roughly fukked me. The pain was so bad i thought he ruptured something in my ass. I was trying to squirm away from his assault again but that made him dig into me harder. "Yess Squirm boy. Its gonna pull my cum outta me." I whimpered into his hand to stop. and then he did. "Yeessss. Here it comes" he said. He shoved in hard once more. Then His cock expanded in me. His fat balls on my ass shifted and pulled up. Then i literally felt as the cum shaft bloated out and the river of cum shot through the fat tube. the first shot of his boiling cum washed over my beaten prostate. it actually soothed the pain that he had given me. I continued to squirm under his weight as he unloaded shot after shot into me. "Take my goo boy. Gonna breed you like no one else can" "Fukkkk yeah" He released his hand from my mouth again and fell on me. his hot heavy breath on my neck as he panted over and over. slowly his breathing returned to normal and my own as well. He kissed my ear and said. "Your ass was soooo fukking great boy." "Im soo glad U survived for me to fukk" he continued to say. "But now this is all mine" he gently rubbed my arms and body under him. His big cock slowly softened in my ass. Then i felt his cum start to trickle down my balls as the heavy flood he poured into me began to ooze out. My ass was still sore but not near as pained as when Steele was tearing into it. I just lay there with his big body on me. And i was Stele's bitch for my duration there..... End Orlirz | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2008 16:05:25 EDT
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead 2
This is a fiction story about a fictional story.
If anyone saw the horror movie "Day of the Dead". There was a moment in that
movie that a guy gropes himself . and i have always gotten turned on by it.
anyhoo... I hope you like this sexual version... No gore , just sex...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead
(Steele's Bitch)
It was but the next day that i was confronted by Steele in the bathroom.
"The captain doesn't like having to watch out for another civilian around
here buddy." he growled.
He came to the urinal next to me as he said that. then he hauled out his fat
knob. I glanced at it for a second. then turned away and said.
"I can take care of myself...Buddy" Trying to be tough.
"Well" Steele continued.
"Im not lookin out for ya. and neither will any of my men"
He shook his dick to drain it and left. I watched as he big beefy ass walked
out. My dick sprang up in my pants. Man i wanted him. I headed back to the
corral where i heard a commotion and gun fire. i saw Rickles and Steele
shooting into the blackness at writhing forms. It looked like there was a bunch of
those things down there trying to get in again. I kept staring at Steele's
ass and his beefy body. when he would move I could see his package shift. the
large cock underneath had me horny. I involuntarily groped at myself as i
watched him. Then Sarah came up behind me and said.
"He is such a fucking pig. the way he treats those people. its disgusting"
I turned and replied.
"Those people aren't people anymore Sarah"
I couldn't believe i was actually trying to defend Steele's actions, because
he was a jerk. but my loins were talking not my head.
"What are they anyways? And what happened up there?"
"The doctor thinks that something got into the soil. maybe radioactive and
basically reanimated the dead."
"But how?" I asked.
"That we dont know. But if you ask me i think its military"
When she said that Steele looked over at us. he grimaced and spit on the
floor.
"But how can you say that" I said.
"When its the military now that's for the most part protecting us from them"
I looked back at Steele again and he smirked at my comment.
Needless to say Sarah began to blabber off some theories on how the military
and government were responsible for many of the problems that we have had in
the past. In my mind i actually agreed with her but so that Steele would
like me i tried to defend his actions. After our debate Sarah walked off in
disgust. Rickles came up shortly after and thanked me for my support.
"Appreciate the words buddy" he said, then patted me on the Butt.
Well another dreary day in that place went by and another evening in a hole
in the ground. I wondered if anyone i knew was still alive. or dead or worse
had become one of those things.
I sat in the room i had been given staring at the concrete wall before me.
tears running down my face, when i heard someone walking down the corridor. I
tried to collect myself so as not to be seen by anyone walkin by. then Steele
was at the doorway to my room. He smiled at me.
"Wanna thank you for sticking up for us down there man." he said
His voice was softer, without that mocking attitude he pushed out to
everyone.
"Its okay" I said without looking at him.
"I know you guys are only trying to stay alive, just like everyone else."
"Do you think anyone else is alive out there?"
"Have no fuckin idea. But i sure hope so."
He had reached down and groped himself. I looked to see there was a sizeable
bulge in his pants. then he came in and closed the door behind. He walked up
to me. His big basket was just inches from me. Then i felt his big hand on
my shoulder.
"Rickles told me about the fun you had the other night"
I looked up at him and he was smiling slyly.
"So you wanna give me a hand with this?" he said.
His other hand groped at his now growing basket. there was a fat tube on his
left thigh.
"I dont know what your talkin bout'" i said.
Then i looked back at his face. His expression had changed from nice to mean
again. for he grabbed at my head and shoved it into his basket. I felt the
big cock under his pants twitch under my face.
"Dont tell me that you didn't let Rickles fuck you little boy pussy with his
cock" He growled
"That bitch tells me everything. Especially when i'm tearin up his ass."
He pulled my face off his crotch and began to unzip himself with the other
hand.
"Now yer gonna pleasure my fuckin cock boy" he said.
"Everyone of my fat 9 inches is gonna shread that pussy"
I wanted to get out of there but i knew i couldn't overpower this big guy. I
tried though to push him away.
"No man. i dont do this like..."
'Shut up bitch" he said as he smacked my head.
Then he hauled out his fat cock. it was already leaking precum. I stared at
the fat semi covered head and that dewey drop at the tip. My caution went out
the proverbial window at that moment for i grabbed the thick shaft and went f
or his cock. my tongue touched the sweet thick head. the taste was like
aphrodisiac. I was instantly ravenous for him. I opened my mouth and took his
club inside. I slobbered over his giant tool. his cock was drooling a lot of
precum onto my tongue. Just a precursor to the amount of cum that will gush from
his heavy balls. and they were heavy. while sucking his cock i hauled out his
huge boulders. he dropped his pants to the floor and slowly stepped out of
them as i blew his fat cock. He grabbed my head and roughly fucked my mouth.
"Shit that's awesome" He said
"Best mouth that's been on my dick since we got stuck in this hole"
His fat balls were on my chin as his entire cock dugg into my now aching
throat. I could feel his juice trickle down into my throat as he continued to
leak his thick precum. After several minutes of his ramming his huge cock into
my throat he was at full mast. my jaw hurt cuz my mouth was opened to wider
than i ever remember having it. And his name fit him. cuz it felt like there
was a lead pipe lodged in my throat. Tears poured from my eyes as i knew i
was losing precious oxygen.
"God damn. yer mouth is so damn hott dude". He said
"Cant wait to get at that ass"
With that he pulled the enormous tube from my throat and mouth. I quickly
sucked in so much needed air. I looked at his glistening spit covered club. and
it was truly massive. Huge and fat as my wrist. and still a dribble of
precum hung from the fat dripping head.
"Can I lick yer fat balls sir" i begged.
I wanted to taste his huge boulders now.
"Go ahead boy" he answered.
I quickly went for them before he changed his mind. He was licking his
fingers and slapping my ass with his meaty hands. I pressed his fat balls to my
face. and my mouth opened to take one huge orb in. i bathed it in spit, feeling
as it was processing his coming heavy load. his fat cock lay on my head. a
dribble of his precum landed on my neck. it was warm and wet. Then i felt as he
pried open my ass with a fat finger. Then just shoved it in hard. I shook as
his digit hit its mark and mashed up against my button.
"Mmmmmnnh" I moaned on his balls.
"Feel good dont it boy" he said.
"Well looks like Rickles loosened ya up a bit. But i bet you are used to big
cocks tearin this pussy up."
He was wrong. yes I had been with may guys. But no one near as big as him.
then I felt another fat finger dig into me.
"Uughnnnn, yes daddy" i groaned.
"Need it bad"
Steele was liking my moans of desire. it was keeping him stone hard. his
cock twitched some more and I felt another drop of his juice hit my neck.
"Its time" He said.
He yanked the fat nuts from my hungry mouth and got up. he removed his shirt
and threw it to the floor. I was looking up at his big beefy body and thick
gut. all covered in a light fur. then he lay down on the floor and commanded
that i sit on his cock. his thick beefy legs were spread and i looked up at
the junction where they met. his heavy balls hanging low and his beefy hand
holding his tree trunk cock that was sticking straight up in the air like a
monolith.
"Get up on my dick bitch" he commanded.
The fear was still there But i needed to try and take his big cock as best I
could. so i positioned my ass over his huge cock. I grabbed at the thick
shaft and Slowly sat down on him. Holding his fat cock in hand i rubbed the
massive head against my pucker. his body tried to shove into me. But my ass
protested by thwarting his insertion. It popped back and against my buttocks. then
again tried to no avail. Next it flopped forward and ran along my own hard
dick. i looked down to see how much bigger and thicker his cock was comparable
to my own 7 inch dick.
"Fuck it" he shouted.
He swatted my hand from his cock. Grabbed it himself. and held it to my
asshole. Then he kicked at my leg and i lost my footing. i fell back on his cock
and the huge head slammed hard on my sphincter. but he held on and thrust .
the pressure against my hole pried it opened and i was impaled on his cock. An
immediate fiery pain ripped through my bowels and tore through me as his
massive club was forced into me. my ass tried to push it out . but it was too
late. Steele drove every fat inch into me hard. i felt his fat balls on my ass
as i hit bottom.
"Fuukkkkkkkk. Jesuuuss Christttt!!! I shrieked as the pain reverberated
through my body.
I was trying to get up and pull his giant schlong from my ass. but Steele
grabbed at my body and pulled me to him. i felt his heavy gut and beefy chest on
my back.
"Take it" he whispered once his lips were at my ear..
And he thrust hard again. I tried to scream again. But my cries then were
muffled when he placed his big hand on my mouth. So i could just hear the low
screams in his hand. He thrust again and again into my shredded ass as he got
into it. I couldn't control my ass as it clamped down on his stone hard dick.
i could feel him lift my body up and he just jack hammered my hole brutally
my hands flailed trying to grab at something to pull me off him. But Steele
held me close.
"Damn this ass is like a vice. but its driven my cock crazy"
"If i keep this up. I'll blow too soon"
But he too couldn't seem to control the lust driving his cock into me. He
just kept slamming harder and harder in my hole. His fat balls kept slamming up
into my own balls hard. adding more pain to his assault on me. I continued to
fight off the excruciating pain he was inflicting on my ass. My throat was
already sore from screaming for near ten minutes of his constant fuckin. But
then finally when i could almost take no more the pain started to ebb away. I
reached down and grabbed at his flailing balls. I gripped the big nuts in my
hand and tugged on them. He reached around and grabbed at my cock when he
dugg in again. this time he shoved hard. and ground into my ass. he had released
my mouth from his hand and i screamed again as his fat head raked across my
prostate.
"Fuukkkk meemmemememe!!!! I cried out
My body shook violently as he jerked on my dick. I blew a heavy load in his
hand and on my chest
"Yesssss daddy" I cried.
"Take my pussy man. Pllzzzzzz fuk meeee!"
I wasn't even finished cumming as he flipped me over and threw me to the
floor. His fat dick was pulled from my ass for just a moment before he climbed
up and slammed back into my ass hard.
"Yesss bitch" He growled .
"Take my fukking cock you cunt boy"
He hit my prostate so hard. pain once again fired through me. He grabbed my
mouth again as his big body fell on me. Once again I was screamimg into his
hand as he roughly fukked me. The pain was so bad i thought he ruptured
something in my ass. I was trying to squirm away from his assault again but that
made him dig into me harder.
"Yess Squirm boy. Its gonna pull my cum outta me."
I whimpered into his hand to stop. and then he did.
"Yeessss. Here it comes" he said.
He shoved in hard once more. Then His cock expanded in me. His fat balls on
my ass shifted and pulled up. Then i literally felt as the cum shaft bloated
out and the river of cum shot through the fat tube. the first shot of his
boiling cum washed over my beaten prostate. it actually soothed the pain that he
had given me. I continued to squirm under his weight as he unloaded shot
after shot into me.
"Take my goo boy. Gonna breed you like no one else can"
"Fukkkk yeah"
He released his hand from my mouth again and fell on me. his hot heavy
breath on my neck as he panted over and over. slowly his breathing returned to
normal and my own as well.
He kissed my ear and said.
"Your ass was soooo fukking great boy."
"Im soo glad U survived for me to fukk" he continued to say.
"But now this is all mine" he gently rubbed my arms and body under him.
His big cock slowly softened in my ass. Then i felt his cum start to trickle
down my balls as the heavy flood he poured into me began to ooze out. My ass
was still sore but not near as pained as when Steele was tearing into it. I
just lay there with his big body on me. And i was Stele's bitch for my
duration there.....
End
Orlirz
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-1 | Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 15:53:08 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Day Of the Dead (Reboot (1) I recently saw this after many years. I had forgotten what a hot daddy stud character Steele was. Big beefy bear type. Yum!. So since I already did this story. I wanted to reboot the story idea a bit. Again, this does not assume that the actor is gay. Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Day Of the Dead (The reboot 1) I don't remember much as to how I got here. But here I was, some underground bunker of sorts. The world had gone crazy. Or sufice to say the world exploded into a zombie apocalypse. Some thing that had just been a joke.the thing if weird scary movies. Yet here we were. A world in chaos. The Dead have risen and come to claim the lands. All I can remember is hiding out in some mall for days it seemed when it started. The catalyst to the end. And there was no stopping it. The Dead bit you and you died. Then you would turn into one of them. A mindless zombie. I remember staying at that mall until the Dead somehow broke into it. I had felt safe there. The handful of us that were in there locked yourself inside. Me, my boyfriend and a few other. There was food, water and just saftey in there. But somehow they got in. Then they started to take us out one by one. It was hard when my boyfriend turned. I didn't want to leave him like that. But I didn't want to end up a zombie. I was the sole survivor. Getting myself to the roof. Then barracading myself up there. But he heat of the sun and lack of sustenance and I figured I was dead. Then there was the banging on the door to the roof. I knew they would eventually get through. I pondered jumping to my death. But then figured I too would become undead as well. I was oh soo dehydrated and tired when I heard the crashing of them breaking through. But by then I was too weak to even move. I heard the moans of the Dead as they closed in. But then as I lay here, I do remember what sounded like a helicopter. But maybe it was my head. For I passed out. "Where am i" I had first said. I looked around the white concrete and brick walls. I was also strapped to the cot initially. I remember the doctor there. More of a mad scientist. He had checked on me several times. I had been told that he was experimenting on the Zombies to see if there was a cure to the virus that they spread through their bites. A virus that made you a zombie too. There were others there. Military mostly. The captain, Rhodes was his name was an asshole. He wanted to get rid of me.throw me out there to the Zombies. "We don't have time to see if this guy is a zombie or not" he would yell "We barely have enough food for ourselves." "Let alone someone else" But the doctor conformed that I was normal. Then Sarah, the only woman in the facility came over and butted heads with him. She was helping the doctor in his experiments on the dead "Don't be an ass Rhodes. She said " We need to keep everyone alive." "We don't even know who is left out there" "And we maybe all that's left" Then Rhodes came in close to her. He leaned in and with a contemptuous tone then said. "So if you are the only woman" he glowered "Then you should be fucking all of us and not just Salazar" "Right buddy" he then said to me "Fuck off" she bit back Salazar was a thin bearded guy with dark hair. He did seemeo to be around her alot. So I surmised that Rhodes was right. But I didn't want her, or Salazar for that matter. Or even Rhodes. He was just such an asshole. It was Steele I wanted. I first saw the big hunky brute the first time I had met Rhodes Steele was the opitome of a daddy. Big beefy and thick. He was maybe 6'1" or more. A good 220 pounds of thick manliness. He was balding under the cap he always wore. But it suited him. His brawny masculine face was round and had a full but trimmed beard that was graying in places. His thick manly forearms were covered in soft brown fur. Tellings of what lay beneath his military green uniform. That and i was able to catch the briefest glance at the opened top to his shirt. Underneath was another green T-shirt. But I could make out small tuff's of hair peering out the top of it. His legs were obviously thick to hold up his big frame. I saw them as he walked. The thick thighs flexing under the metrial as he moved by. "Damn he is a stud" I said to myself "Bet he has a nice dick" I didn't have much chance to see the man's crotch on first glance. He kind of looked at me funny. But never said a word. Only his asshole captain spoke. But when I did, I nearly bust in my pants at the s I had ate something after being brought there. Then Sarah showed me where I could sleep. It was a tiny white brick room. There was a crate with a lamp attached to it. A small cot and a desk with some writing equipment. Pads paper and pencils. She said it was her old room. But she had made other arrangements for sleep. "Yeah" I said after she left "Salazar" from what Rhodes has said But I did lay down for a whole. I was tired and beat from all the goings on in the last few weeks. I had no idea if I would survive at all. Or if anyone was left out there. Was it just the few in this bunker. Me the strange doctor doin experiments. The one sole woman that seemed along be though this mess. And the handful of military grunts. I pondered this as I dozed off. I also pondered the beefy hunk Steele as well. I woke sometime later. I left that small room and headed out into the corridor. I saw Sarah and Salazar as they headed out through some doors. I was curious as I heard shouts coming from that area. So I decided to investigate. I passed through the door and entered into the underground caves of the facility. There was equipment and machines stacked to one side. Then I looked down to see a make shift barricade some 15 yards away. I saw Sarah and Salazar as the got to the area under the barricade. Then I saw Rickles and the beefy Steele. Rickles was another military guy. Dark hair and beard. Shorter than Steele, but pleasant enough to look at. Hevtoo had hairy arms from his rolled up shirt. Dark and hairy. He had the creepiest laugh though. "We need another specimen for the doctors experiments" Sarah said to them "Fuck man. I hate this shit" Rickles exclaimed "Yeah, would rather just blow their heads off" Steele interjected "Pow!" He motioned with his finger in the sign of a gun that he aimed at Salazar . Rickles giggled as Salazar looked at Steele with a bit of fear. "Pussy" Steele glowered "Surprised you can get it up with a woman Salazar" "Yeah Salazar. You are a pussy" Rickles chimed "Fuck off" Sarah said Then Steele climbed up on the barrier. There was a post up there where he could stand and look further into the caves. Like a crows nest. I watched as he climbed up onto it. His big delicious looking ass flexing in his military greens. It was so damned big and bubbled. I saw Rickles look at me as I stared at Steele's ass. Instinct had my tongue out to lick my lips. But I did notice mist everyone staring at the studs ass as well. "Maybe you should take a real man" Steele told Sarah He stood up there and turned to her. His beefy body was such a sight as he lifted his hands and then howled into the caves. His arms lifting up his shirt. I caught a slight glimpse of his belly. Just the slightest is all. But I could see a trail of hair leading up from his pants to under his shirt. "Come on freaks!" He yelled into the caves "Come here and get some meat fuckers" "Yeah. Come get some meat" Rickles added Steele looked back down at Sarah and reiterated his comment to her. He stared down at her. He smiled at her wickedly as he spoke. "Come on Sarah." He said "You need a real man to fill you up" "Not some skinny frightened pussy" "You are a savage" Sarah stated "A fucking caveman Steele" Then Steele rose up and glanced in my direction for a moment. He caught my eyes staring at him. Then he reached down and groped himself. Then he turned slightly back to the caves and yelled again "Come in fuckers" he yelled "Come get some big fucking meat" Then he groped at his crotch hard. My eyes caught the sight of a thick tube under his fingers. Then he shook it out towards the caves. Sarah looked at him with disgust. "Fucking caveman" she said again "Steele is a caveman" Rickles added "And cavemen all got big dicks" He laughed that laugh of his as he said that. Steele turned back at Sarah. His delicious wicked grin flashed down at her again. His handsome rugged face made my dick twitch in my pants again. Then he acknowledged Rickles statement by shaking his crotch at her. And at all of us for that matter. I could see the outline of Steele's big dick under his hand. And to the left of his crotch zipper. "See Sarah" he crowed "This caveman has the biggest meat in the place" I watched as her eyes did widen from looking at him. Then he turned back to the cave and repeated his statement to the Zombies I could hear moving closer onto the cave. Their moans filled the cavern and I could see beyond the double fence separating us from them as they entered into view from the darkness. Steele shook his big crotch at them now. "Here ya go fuckers" he yelled "Gotta big piece of meat for ya" "Here. Have at it" The Zombies closed in on the fence. Pushing at it to get in. I feared they may break it and they would get to us. But my thoughts of doubt pushed away when I looked back at the huge stud standing above us all. Steele turned back at Sarah grabbing at his big dick again. It appeared to have grown under his hand. And was now starting to push at his pants. I licked my lips for they seemed to dry up all of a sudden. "Fuck that looks big" I said to myself Then I turned to see Rickles looking at me. He had a strange grin on his face. Then he giggled a bit. Then one of the other guys went to get one of the poles they had to capture the Zombies. Torres was his name. He passed through the first gate to the caves area. Holding tightly to the pole. Then Steele yelled at Salazar to help him. "Get a pole and prare to do something you fuck" he growled Salazr looked at the big man and reluctantly complied. I watched the scrawny guy move to the outside of that gate. Then I looked as Steele taunted a female zombie. She was what was once a common housewife. Still in the house coat from when she was alive, human or whatever may have happened to her. Steele bellowed at her. Calling her freak and other expletives. Then he did as he did to Sarah, shake his big cock at her. "Here ya go bitch" he crowed "Big fucking meat to eat." . She moved towards him. Reaching for his big crotch. Her mouth half missing. "I would too bitch" I thought to myself Then Steele clamped onto the zombie with his own stick. He pulled her towardsthe gate. That's where his buddy Torres was waiting. The gate opened and Torres then clamped his rod to the zombie. She stayed just out of reach. He pulled her I'm and then Steele closed the gate behind them. The the second gate opened. Torres yelled at Salazar to get her and pulled her in. He reached to clamp his stick to her neck but missed. This dislodged the other stick and the zombie was free. It quickly turned to the closest person, Torres. "Fuckk nooo" Steele screamed. "Fuckkk. Hello! " Torres yelled But it was too late. The zombie lunged at Torres. Then she dove for his neck and tore a chunk out of it. Tickles and Steele scrambled. Salazar panicked and ran. So did Sarah. "Fuckkerr" Steele yelled. Tickles grabbed the other pole and smashed it against the Zombies head. It didn't faze her much as she turned towards him. The Steele pulled out his pistol and shot. The bullet blew through the Zombies head and she fell. He then jumped down to his friend. Torres was in the ground. Blood pouring from his wound. He started to cry as Steele came down to him. It was almost touching as Steele came to his side. "Kill me man" Torres said "Don't wanna turn man. Please!" "Kill me". There were tears in his eyes. Then tears in Steele's eyes. The bug hunk of maleness was crying. I wanted to go over and hug him. "Please" his friend begged again Steele took his gun. Made the sign of the Cross and blew his friend's brains out. Torres body just slumped over. Steele then hugged his fallen comrade. Again something touching from this burly man. "Help me with this Tickles" Steele asked his other comrade "Yes sir" he replied The two grabbed Torres body. They picked it up almost gingerly. I was so saddened for them. I knew what it was like to lose a friend. "I'll help" I said Steele carried his friends body. I helped Tickles grabbed the Zombies body. I was scared to touch it at first. "It's okay" he said to me "Once the brain is dead they are" So we lifted it into a wheel barrel and took it to the other side of the chamber. That when Tickles explained more about what he and his mates neppknew. How the Zombies would reanimate from death. This somehow ignited the brain tonstart up again. And all they wanted to do was feed. And how they could smell is. 'Life' he called it. They could smell our life. And the only way to kill em,'was killing tthe brain. We took the bodies to aroom with a furnace. I helped Tickles toss the body of the zombie in there. It went up pretty quick. "They seem too burn faster" Steele commented as he stood there Then he kissed his dead friend head and tossed him to the flames. He stared to cry again. Tickles placed his hand on the bug man's shoulder. Then they lowered their heads. I looked at the hunky Steele. His big chest moved as he sobbed. His big dick was pressed down in the leg of his pants. Then he looks up through tear soaked eyes. Then his face turned from grief to rage. His eyes lit up and his face grimaced "I'm gonna kill that fucker." He growled "Salazar" he yelled at the top of his lungs Then Steele got up. His huge barrel chest puffed out and he turns to go back towards the compound. As he turned I glanced at his body. His crotch and ass caught my eyes. His big dick bounced in his pants and then he was off. I stared at his awesome bear ass as he ran off after Salazar. I looked up at Rickles. He had tears in his eyes as well. Then he looked back at me. "Wait." I said "Is he really gonna kill him" "I would let Steele alone man" Rickles said "Don't wanna get in his way when he is pissed" I stared at him. Then back at the corridor. I then got up and ran after Steele. I just couldn't let him kill that guy. I raced through the halls and towards the yelling. Steele was banging on Salazar's door. He had barricaded himself in there. Steele was banging on the door with his fists. Then I saw Sarah. She came at Steele from behind with a large metal tube. She was gonna belt him with it. Instinct to protect him kicked in. "Look out Steele" I yelled Steele turned just as she was raising the club. He saw her and stopped the swing as she prepared to do so. "Ohhh no you don't Missy" he growled "You're an animal" Sarah called back Steele looked at me and then grabbed her. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She was kicking and screaming. "I'm gonna teach this little bitch a lesson." He stated Then he reached down and groped at his big package. Then he turned and took Sarah down the hall. I immediately surmised what the beefy man's plan was. I watched as his big yummy ass left me. I then decided to follow. He turned the corner and headed for his room. I followed. He looked back to see me but just kept walking. Then he closed the door behind him and licked it. I came to the door and tried to open it. I couldn't. Sarah was in the room telling. Then the small blindinthe window on the door opened.I could look inside. "Get away from me you asshole" Sarah screamed Steele came at her. He grabbed at her arm. "Now I'm gonna show you a real man" he growled. "Fuck you" she yelled Steele was hoping at his growing bulge. It was getting bigger and bigger in his pants. Sarah looked at it in awee. And it was awe I saw on her face. But she held her ground. He came at her and she fought back. She hit his face. He then slapped hers with his powerful hand and she fell over. Then Steele just started to rip her clothes off. She looked up at him. Tears in her eyes. He then pulled and dropped his pants and shorts. I couldn't see his dick as he was facing away from me. I saw his big hairy ass. "Wow. Nice ass" I said to myself I looked at Sarah and all her fright and hate for him disappeared. Her mouth hung opened in awe at what she was looking at. She looked at me through the window. She was frozen by what she was looking at. Then Steele grabbed her and threw her o the bed. Then the big hunk grabbed her legs. Spread them and crawled between them . That's when I saw a glimpse of his cock and balls. Big heavy nuts and a fat cock head. He spit down at her naked pussy. Then he climbed up on her and thrust. "Aeeeiiiii" Sarah screamed................ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to come | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 15:53:08 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day Of the Dead (Reboot (1)
I recently saw this after many years. I had forgotten what a hot daddy stud
character Steele was. Big beefy bear type. Yum!.
So since I already did this story. I wanted to reboot the story idea a bit.
Again, this does not assume that the actor is gay.
Enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day Of the Dead
(The reboot 1)
I don't remember much as to how I got here. But here I was, some
underground bunker of sorts. The world had gone crazy. Or sufice to say the
world exploded into a zombie apocalypse. Some thing that had just been a
joke.the thing if weird scary movies. Yet here we were. A world in
chaos. The Dead have risen and come to claim the lands.
All I can remember is hiding out in some mall for days it seemed when it
started. The catalyst to the end. And there was no stopping it. The Dead
bit you and you died. Then you would turn into one of them. A mindless
zombie.
I remember staying at that mall until the Dead somehow broke into it. I had
felt safe there. The handful of us that were in there locked yourself
inside. Me, my boyfriend and a few other. There was food, water and just
saftey in there. But somehow they got in. Then they started to take us out
one by one. It was hard when my boyfriend turned. I didn't want to leave
him like that. But I didn't want to end up a zombie.
I was the sole survivor. Getting myself to the roof. Then barracading
myself up there. But he heat of the sun and lack of sustenance and I
figured I was dead. Then there was the banging on the door to the roof. I
knew they would eventually get through. I pondered jumping to my death. But
then figured I too would become undead as well.
I was oh soo dehydrated and tired when I heard the crashing of them
breaking through. But by then I was too weak to even move. I heard the
moans of the Dead as they closed in. But then as I lay here, I do remember
what sounded like a helicopter. But maybe it was my head. For I passed out.
"Where am i" I had first said.
I looked around the white concrete and brick walls. I was also strapped to
the cot initially. I remember the doctor there. More of a mad scientist. He
had checked on me several times. I had been told that he was experimenting
on the Zombies to see if there was a cure to the virus that they spread
through their bites. A virus that made you a zombie too.
There were others there. Military mostly. The captain, Rhodes was his name
was an asshole. He wanted to get rid of me.throw me out there to the
Zombies.
"We don't have time to see if this guy is a zombie or not" he would yell
"We barely have enough food for ourselves."
"Let alone someone else"
But the doctor conformed that I was normal. Then Sarah, the only woman in
the facility came over and butted heads with him. She was helping the
doctor in his experiments on the dead
"Don't be an ass Rhodes. She said
" We need to keep everyone alive."
"We don't even know who is left out there"
"And we maybe all that's left"
Then Rhodes came in close to her. He leaned in and with a contemptuous tone
then said.
"So if you are the only woman" he glowered
"Then you should be fucking all of us and not just Salazar"
"Right buddy" he then said to me
"Fuck off" she bit back
Salazar was a thin bearded guy with dark hair. He did seemeo to be around
her alot. So I surmised that Rhodes was right. But I didn't want her, or
Salazar for that matter. Or even Rhodes. He was just such an asshole.
It was Steele I wanted. I first saw the big hunky brute the first time I
had met Rhodes
Steele was the opitome of a daddy. Big beefy and thick. He was maybe 6'1"
or more. A good 220 pounds of thick manliness. He was balding under the cap
he always wore. But it suited him. His brawny masculine face was round and
had a full but trimmed beard that was graying in places.
His thick manly forearms were covered in soft brown fur. Tellings of what
lay beneath his military green uniform. That and i was able to catch the
briefest glance at the opened top to his shirt. Underneath was another
green T-shirt. But I could make out small tuff's of hair peering out the
top of it. His legs were obviously thick to hold up his big frame. I saw
them as he walked. The thick thighs flexing under the metrial as he moved
by.
"Damn he is a stud" I said to myself
"Bet he has a nice dick"
I didn't have much chance to see the man's crotch on first glance. He kind
of looked at me funny. But never said a word. Only his asshole captain
spoke. But when I did, I nearly bust in my pants at the s
I had ate something after being brought there. Then Sarah showed me where
I could sleep. It was a tiny white brick room. There was a crate with a
lamp attached to it. A small cot and a desk with some writing
equipment. Pads paper and pencils. She said it was her old room. But she
had made other arrangements for sleep.
"Yeah" I said after she left
"Salazar" from what Rhodes has said
But I did lay down for a whole. I was tired and beat from all the goings on
in the last few weeks. I had no idea if I would survive at all. Or if
anyone was left out there. Was it just the few in this bunker. Me the
strange doctor doin experiments. The one sole woman that seemed along be
though this mess. And the handful of military grunts. I pondered this as I
dozed off. I also pondered the beefy hunk Steele as well.
I woke sometime later. I left that small room and headed out into the
corridor. I saw Sarah and Salazar as they headed out through some doors. I
was curious as I heard shouts coming from that area. So I decided to
investigate. I passed through the door and entered into the underground
caves of the facility. There was equipment and machines stacked to one
side. Then I looked down to see a make shift barricade some 15 yards
away. I saw Sarah and Salazar as the got to the area under the
barricade. Then I saw Rickles and the beefy Steele.
Rickles was another military guy. Dark hair and beard. Shorter than Steele,
but pleasant enough to look at. Hevtoo had hairy arms from his rolled up
shirt. Dark and hairy. He had the creepiest laugh though.
"We need another specimen for the doctors experiments" Sarah said to them
"Fuck man. I hate this shit" Rickles exclaimed
"Yeah, would rather just blow their heads off" Steele interjected
"Pow!"
He motioned with his finger in the sign of a gun that he aimed at Salazar
. Rickles giggled as Salazar looked at Steele with a bit of fear.
"Pussy" Steele glowered
"Surprised you can get it up with a woman Salazar"
"Yeah Salazar. You are a pussy" Rickles chimed
"Fuck off" Sarah said
Then Steele climbed up on the barrier. There was a post up there where he
could stand and look further into the caves. Like a crows nest. I watched
as he climbed up onto it. His big delicious looking ass flexing in his
military greens. It was so damned big and bubbled. I saw Rickles look at me
as I stared at Steele's ass. Instinct had my tongue out to lick my
lips. But I did notice mist everyone staring at the studs ass as well.
"Maybe you should take a real man" Steele told Sarah
He stood up there and turned to her. His beefy body was such a sight as he
lifted his hands and then howled into the caves. His arms lifting up his
shirt. I caught a slight glimpse of his belly. Just the slightest is
all. But I could see a trail of hair leading up from his pants to under his
shirt.
"Come on freaks!" He yelled into the caves
"Come here and get some meat fuckers"
"Yeah. Come get some meat" Rickles added
Steele looked back down at Sarah and reiterated his comment to her. He
stared down at her. He smiled at her wickedly as he spoke.
"Come on Sarah." He said
"You need a real man to fill you up"
"Not some skinny frightened pussy"
"You are a savage" Sarah stated
"A fucking caveman Steele"
Then Steele rose up and glanced in my direction for a moment. He caught my
eyes staring at him. Then he reached down and groped himself. Then he
turned slightly back to the caves and yelled again
"Come in fuckers" he yelled
"Come get some big fucking meat"
Then he groped at his crotch hard. My eyes caught the sight of a thick tube
under his fingers. Then he shook it out towards the caves. Sarah looked at
him with disgust.
"Fucking caveman" she said again
"Steele is a caveman" Rickles added
"And cavemen all got big dicks"
He laughed that laugh of his as he said that. Steele turned back at
Sarah. His delicious wicked grin flashed down at her again. His handsome
rugged face made my dick twitch in my pants again. Then he acknowledged
Rickles statement by shaking his crotch at her. And at all of us for that
matter. I could see the outline of Steele's big dick under his hand. And
to the left of his crotch zipper.
"See Sarah" he crowed
"This caveman has the biggest meat in the place"
I watched as her eyes did widen from looking at him. Then he turned back to
the cave and repeated his statement to the Zombies I could hear moving
closer onto the cave. Their moans filled the cavern and I could see beyond
the double fence separating us from them as they entered into view from the
darkness. Steele shook his big crotch at them now.
"Here ya go fuckers" he yelled
"Gotta big piece of meat for ya"
"Here. Have at it"
The Zombies closed in on the fence. Pushing at it to get in. I feared they
may break it and they would get to us. But my thoughts of doubt pushed away
when I looked back at the huge stud standing above us all. Steele turned
back at Sarah grabbing at his big dick again. It appeared to have grown
under his hand. And was now starting to push at his pants. I licked my lips
for they seemed to dry up all of a sudden.
"Fuck that looks big" I said to myself
Then I turned to see Rickles looking at me. He had a strange grin on his
face. Then he giggled a bit. Then one of the other guys went to get one of
the poles they had to capture the Zombies. Torres was his name. He passed
through the first gate to the caves area. Holding tightly to the pole. Then
Steele yelled at Salazar to help him.
"Get a pole and prare to do something you fuck" he growled
Salazr looked at the big man and reluctantly complied. I watched the
scrawny guy move to the outside of that gate. Then I looked as Steele
taunted a female zombie. She was what was once a common housewife. Still in
the house coat from when she was alive, human or whatever may have happened
to her. Steele bellowed at her. Calling her freak and other
expletives. Then he did as he did to Sarah, shake his big cock at her.
"Here ya go bitch" he crowed
"Big fucking meat to eat."
.
She moved towards him. Reaching for his big crotch. Her mouth half missing.
"I would too bitch" I thought to myself
Then Steele clamped onto the zombie with his own stick. He pulled her
towardsthe gate. That's where his buddy Torres was waiting. The gate opened
and Torres then clamped his rod to the zombie. She stayed just out of
reach. He pulled her I'm and then Steele closed the gate behind them. The
the second gate opened. Torres yelled at Salazar to get her and pulled her
in. He reached to clamp his stick to her neck but missed. This dislodged
the other stick and the zombie was free. It quickly turned to the closest
person, Torres.
"Fuckk nooo" Steele screamed.
"Fuckkk. Hello! " Torres yelled
But it was too late. The zombie lunged at Torres. Then she dove for his
neck and tore a chunk out of it. Tickles and Steele scrambled. Salazar
panicked and ran. So did Sarah.
"Fuckkerr" Steele yelled.
Tickles grabbed the other pole and smashed it against the Zombies head. It
didn't faze her much as she turned towards him. The Steele pulled out his
pistol and shot. The bullet blew through the Zombies head and she fell.
He then jumped down to his friend. Torres was in the ground. Blood pouring
from his wound. He started to cry as Steele came down to him. It was almost
touching as Steele came to his side.
"Kill me man" Torres said
"Don't wanna turn man. Please!"
"Kill me".
There were tears in his eyes. Then tears in Steele's eyes. The bug hunk of
maleness was crying. I wanted to go over and hug him.
"Please" his friend begged again
Steele took his gun. Made the sign of the Cross and blew his friend's
brains out. Torres body just slumped over. Steele then hugged his fallen
comrade. Again something touching from this burly man.
"Help me with this Tickles" Steele asked his other comrade
"Yes sir" he replied
The two grabbed Torres body. They picked it up almost gingerly. I was so
saddened for them. I knew what it was like to lose a friend.
"I'll help" I said
Steele carried his friends body. I helped Tickles grabbed the Zombies
body. I was scared to touch it at first.
"It's okay" he said to me
"Once the brain is dead they are"
So we lifted it into a wheel barrel and took it to the other side of the
chamber. That when Tickles explained more about what he and his mates
neppknew. How the Zombies would reanimate from death. This somehow ignited
the brain tonstart up again. And all they wanted to do was feed. And how
they could smell is. 'Life' he called it. They could smell our life. And
the only way to kill em,'was killing tthe brain.
We took the bodies to aroom with a furnace. I helped Tickles toss the body
of the zombie in there. It went up pretty quick.
"They seem too burn faster" Steele commented as he stood there
Then he kissed his dead friend head and tossed him to the flames. He
stared to cry again. Tickles placed his hand on the bug man's
shoulder. Then they lowered their heads. I looked at the hunky Steele. His
big chest moved as he sobbed. His big dick was pressed down in the leg of
his pants. Then he looks up through tear soaked eyes. Then his face turned
from grief to rage. His eyes lit up and his face grimaced
"I'm gonna kill that fucker." He growled
"Salazar" he yelled at the top of his lungs
Then Steele got up. His huge barrel chest puffed out and he turns to go
back towards the compound. As he turned I glanced at his body. His crotch
and ass caught my eyes. His big dick bounced in his pants and then he was
off. I stared at his awesome bear ass as he ran off after Salazar. I looked
up at Rickles. He had tears in his eyes as well. Then he looked back at me.
"Wait." I said
"Is he really gonna kill him"
"I would let Steele alone man" Rickles said
"Don't wanna get in his way when he is pissed"
I stared at him. Then back at the corridor. I then got up and ran after
Steele. I just couldn't let him kill that guy. I raced through the halls
and towards the yelling. Steele was banging on Salazar's door. He had
barricaded himself in there. Steele was banging on the door with his
fists. Then I saw Sarah. She came at Steele from behind with a large metal
tube. She was gonna belt him with it. Instinct to protect him kicked in.
"Look out Steele" I yelled
Steele turned just as she was raising the club. He saw her and stopped the
swing as she prepared to do so.
"Ohhh no you don't Missy" he growled
"You're an animal" Sarah called back
Steele looked at me and then grabbed her. He picked her up and threw her
over his shoulder. She was kicking and screaming.
"I'm gonna teach this little bitch a lesson." He stated
Then he reached down and groped at his big package. Then he turned and took
Sarah down the hall. I immediately surmised what the beefy man's plan was.
I watched as his big yummy ass left me. I then decided to follow. He
turned the corner and headed for his room. I followed. He looked back to
see me but just kept walking. Then he closed the door behind him and licked
it. I came to the door and tried to open it. I couldn't. Sarah was in the
room telling. Then the small blindinthe window on the door opened.I could
look inside.
"Get away from me you asshole" Sarah screamed
Steele came at her. He grabbed at her arm.
"Now I'm gonna show you a real man" he growled.
"Fuck you" she yelled
Steele was hoping at his growing bulge. It was getting bigger and bigger in
his pants. Sarah looked at it in awee. And it was awe I saw on her face.
But she held her ground. He came at her and she fought back. She hit his
face. He then slapped hers with his powerful hand and she fell over. Then
Steele just started to rip her clothes off. She looked up at him. Tears in
her eyes. He then pulled and dropped his pants and shorts. I couldn't see
his dick as he was facing away from me. I saw his big hairy ass.
"Wow. Nice ass" I said to myself
I looked at Sarah and all her fright and hate for him disappeared. Her
mouth hung opened in awe at what she was looking at. She looked at me
through the window. She was frozen by what she was looking at.
Then Steele grabbed her and threw her o the bed. Then the big hunk grabbed
her legs. Spread them and crawled between them . That's when I saw a
glimpse of his cock and balls. Big heavy nuts and a fat cock head. He spit
down at her naked pussy. Then he climbed up on her and thrust.
"Aeeeiiiii" Sarah screamed................
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More to come
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-9 | Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2020 22:57:29 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 9 (gay/ adult youth) I woke up a little late and stumbled down to the kitchen to get some coffee. I had gotten into the adult habit of needing a strong cup of coffee to wake up in the mornings. My parents had gone to work, but had left the coffee maker on warm. I sat down at the kitchen table and was stunned to see the headlines in the newspaper laying on the table. "Local Man Found Dead in Mexican Prison" The gist of the story was that Angus Doubleday "Dub" McGuire had been found bludgeoned to death in his prison cell in Monterrey, Mexico. Dub had been awaiting his trial, and in his fashion had been bragging that he had buried a large sum of money in the US. He had been in isolated seclusion because of harassment from the other prisoners and his trial should have been today itself. I was totally shocked! How did Bulldozer Man know this was going to happen? Was he a part of it? Did he know where the money was and was planning to keep it? I didn't know how to react and didn't know if I should actually be afraid of Bulldozer Man. I puttered around the house the whole day waiting for the workers to leave so I could try and talk to Bulldozer Man. I was worried, but not so worried that I couldn't spy on the workers and jack off, while watching them piss during the day. There was a new man on the job, probably in his early thirties. Fuck! He was hot. He must have been a bodybuilder on the side. He was six feet tall, about two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. The weather was hot so he had peeled off his tight-fitting white t-shirt early in the day to expose his super well defined smooth pecs and six pack. His biceps were as large as my thighs, hard and nicely muscled! His large deltoids stuck out and ensured his back made a perfect V shaped down to his fine hard ass! He had about a three day stubble growing and perfect white teeth. I got hard immediately when I saw him. I waited a couple of hours and was finally rewarded when he sauntered over to the spot, hauled a fine, thick cut cock and released a gallon of piss. I stroked my cock furiously watching him and when he started shaking his cock to get rid of the last drops, I shot all over my chest. I was dying to taste the piss he had left, but didn't dare to go over because of all the workers. Feeling quite satiated from the orgasm, I dozed on the sofa until I got a phone call around five o'clock from my parents who reminded me that they wouldn't be home for a couple of days as they had driven to my grandparents' house. I looked over and could see that Bulldozer Man was now alone in the office. I went over, knocked on the door and he yelled for me to come in. He was doing some paperwork and drinking a long neck Bud. He told me to get a beer for myself from the cooler as he finished up some work. Finally he leaned back and looked at me. "Did you read the news?, " he asked. "Yeah, how did you know what was going to happen?," I asked him nervously, not sure that I really wanted to know the answer. "Dub's lawyer called me the day before yesterday and said Dub was scared, he was being threatened and blackmailed by a gang in prison and wanted me to send him some money. He knows good and well that I don't have any money, but he was desperate. Dub had told the lawyer that the gang was going to kill him the night before his trial if they didn't get the money, so therefore I had a good idea that Dub was going to get it." He paused, looked me in the face and continued, "you little fuck, you really think I had something to do with it! Are you really that stupid? You can see I'm just a working stiff. If I had any money, I would fucking be in Florida or something." I sat and pondered and replied, "Dub's lawyer seems to think you have money." "Don't be a fucking fool, I am not into that shit....Dub was a fucking liar and all he has done is put us in danger for no reason." We sat and drank the beer in silence. He leaned back and put his boots on the table and said "So, you been drooling and beating off over the new boy? Name's Tony, he's hot as fuck, isn't he?" "Yea, he's ok if you like a body builder." He chuckled in a weird manner, slanted his forehead down, rolled his eyes and looked directly at me in an evil manner. "Has he fucked you?" I shook my head no and told him I had only seen him today. "I'd better not hear that you've been fucking around with him, you hear, boy." he said sternly. "Or what? I'll end up like Dub?" I couldn't keep a straight face and giggled, "Sorry, I am just joking." "You little prick," he said and smiled. "I need a foot massage, get your smartass over here and get on it." I moved over, removed his boots and relished the aroma of sweaty manfeet and boot leather. I put my nose in his right sock and inhaled deeply. Fuck, my cock stiffened immediately. I chewed on his toes through his sock and he moaned deeply. I removed his socks and licked the length of the sole of his foot up to his toes, sucked each of them, and ran my tongue between them savouring the salty sweat. I repeated it with the other foot. Bulldozer Man moaned, leaned his head back and exhaled deeply. He opened his belt, pants unzipped and his hard cock tented his briefs. I moved up and started mouthing his cock through the cotton fabric. The aroma of his sweaty cock and balls filled my nostrils and I sucked the fabric to get all of his flavor in my mouth. He continued to lean back and enjoy the service. I peeled his underwear down and started licking his cock and playing with my own through my gym shorts. I was bobbing up and down and we were both lost in the pleasure of the moment. BOOM! The trailer door suddenly flew open surprising both of us! It scared the shit out of me, I turned, looked up and fuck! There were two large Mexicans standing there, each pointing a fourty-four magnum at each of us. I almost shit my pants. Bulldozer Man jumped up and pulled his pants up and one of them started yelling in Spanish and wildly waving the gun at Bulldozer Man. The other one walked purposely over and pushed Bulldozer Man down in the chair and checked to see if he was armed. I stayed put on my knees beside Bulldozer Man's office chair. I looked at them and damn! Even in this situation, I couldn't help but think about how hot they were. One was probably in his early fifties and the other in his early thirties. They were both about six feet tall, around two hundred pounds each. The older had gray hair and the younger had jet black hair, both long and slicked back with gel. They were wearing identical black suits and fancy, spiked-toed cowboy boots. They were both sturdily built and both had nice bulges in their thin suit trousers. When they realized they were in control of the situation, they started laughing and speaking Spanish probably about catching Bulldozer Man and me in such a compromising position. The older one could speak passable, but heavily accented English and he told Bulldozer Man to sit down. He asked about Dub and the money and Bulldozer Man denied any knowledge. The conversation got quite heated, they were going back and forth and I was feeling stressed. All the while the younger guy kept looking at me with lust in his eyes. I didn't know what to do, whether I should ignore him or flirt. I was thinking if I flirt with him, I might be able to distract him. I started looking at him and I squirmed my ass a little bit. Very discreetly, I licked my lips and stared at his crotch. He even smiled a little bit and rubbed the pistol over his package. It was actually pretty hot, but now I was scared for our lives. It was now dark outside and the older man was forcing us outside and forced Bulldozer Man to start digging around the house to look for the money. He told Bulldozer Man not to try anything or his "marica" would be shot. I had to kneel beside the younger man and watch. The other two went to the back of the house to continue the digging leaving the younger guy and me alone. I leaned my head against his leg and rubbed. He put two fingers on my mouth and I licked and sucked them. His bulge began to grow and I sucked more of his hand in my mouth. I leaned in and started nuzzling and kissing his package. I could feel that he was well hung and the whole situation excited me. "Ahh, marica, you like vergón? I have verga grande for you baby." He unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was pretty easy as he was going commando. His uncut cock was big, thick and smooth. The end of the big head just peeked out of his foreskin. I licked the head and foreskin and started sucking on the shaft. His cock was as hard as iron and curved up toward his stomach. He pointed the end of the pistol on my forehead which increased the tension of the moment for me. As a young horny teenager I was of course turned on by sucking this hot man with a big cock under the domination of a gun being held to my head. I was starting to get lost and enjoy the experience. He face fucked me gently but with powerful strokes, his cock head ramming my throat with force. I gagged which turned him on and he proceeded to press his cock further down my throat to elicit even stronger gagging from me. I pulled my gym shorts down and started jerking my now hard cock. He got so excited that I had bared my ass that he took the gun away from my head, leaned down and started rubbing my hole as he face fucked me. "Ah marica, show me your ponacha.......ah caliente!" He moved us over to a stack of bricks, forcing me to lean with my arms on it. He spat on his hand and started rubbing my ass crack, pushing his middle finger in to find the hole. He finger fucked me good and I was enjoying feeling his long finger reaching well into my hole. He then laughed evilly, took the barrel of the gun and rubbing it up and down my crack. The cool steel was stimulating and knowing it was a gun turned me on in a bizarre and morbid way. He pushed the barrel into my taint and tapped the back of my ball sac giving both pain and pleasure. Fuck! That was hot, my cock was throbbing! He then did something I never expected. He started fumbling around in his pocket and it turned out he was looking for a condom. He handed me the foil packet to open. He struggled to get the condom on his dick with one hand and he laid the pistol on the stack of bricks. I contemplated grabbing the gun, but was too scared at this point. He got the condom on, held both of my hips and pressed his cock into my hole. It was not too thick so it slid directly in and he started fucking me hard and fast. He was a good fucker, with a great non-systematic rhythm. His cock would randomly hit my prostate send shivers of pleasure through me. He rotated his hips causing his cock to stimulate different areas of my anal canal with different forces. Damn! My cock was throbbing and my ass was twitching for more of this gangster's cock. Suddenly I heard a loud "whoosh", felt him fall backwards and his dick pulled out of my ass. I turned around and saw Bulldozer Man on top of the gangster choking him with a thick rope. He was squirming, fighting, kicking with his legs making it difficult for Bulldozer Man to strangle him. I dove on him and held him until I could no longer feel any life in his body. Bulldozer Man stood up and jerked me up by the neck. As soon as I was standing, he kicked me in the ass with his work boot and slapped me across the head roughly. He pushed me up against the stack of bricks, unzipped his fly, pulled his stiff cock out, spat on it and rammed it up my ass roughly. His dick was considerably thicker than the Mexican's and it hurt. He hit me on the side of the head a few times while fucking me. I was stunned and didn't know what to think. He reached around my abdomen, holding me tight and fucking with full force. At first I was scared and trying to figure out what was going on, but finally realized he was jealous of the Mexican fucking me. He was totally enraged, fucking like a wild animal, slammimg his cock into my ass as hard as he could. When he could sense I was enjoying it, he would slap me up across my head. (Which during the throes of his passion, made me enjoy this fuck more than ever.) My whole body was tingling with pleasure and excitement. Finally I could feel his body was coming to a crescendo, he was trembling all over and he started shaking violently as he slammed his cock in my ass. I started stroking my own cock and when he exploded into my ass, I shot a huge load of spunk onto the stack of bricks. He zipped his pants, pushed me down on the ground and kicked me in the ass. I watched him walk off towards the trailer. He walked like a strong, confident man and I was turned on even though I had just suffered abuse from him. Fuck! I just realized I was lying next to the dead Mexican, and thought- what had happened to the other one? I picked myself up, pulled my gym shorts up and walked over to the trailer. Bulldozer Man was standing outside smoking a cigarette and drinking from an open bottle of Jack Daniels. He tossed me a cigarette and handed me the bottle. The whisky burned like hell as it went down my throat but I didn't cough or sputter. "Go on home and forget what you saw here this evening, no need for you to be caught up in this." "No, I'm staying." "Go the fuck home before you get yourself killed." "No, I'm staying. What happened to the other one?" "I hit him with the shovel and then strangled him, strangling is best so there's no blood to clean up." "So, do we have a plan to get rid of the bodies?" "Fuck off and go home! This is not your problem." "Tell me something...and tell me the fucking truth. Are you involved in this? Are you in cahoots with Dub and do you know anything about the money and the guys who came after you tonight?" "No." "Then I'm staying, we are going to clean this up together and I don't want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth about it. Understood?" Bulldozer Man tossed me another cigarette and we smoked in silence. After that we collected the bodies, put them in the Mexicans rental car and cleaned up all traces of what happened there. He suggested that he would drive the rental car and I would follow him in his truck to Dub's family farm about two hours away. I didn't have a driver's license, but my father had let me drive his car when we were on the back roads. I drove after him as agreed and made sure that no one followed him at the turn off to Dub's farm. We left the bodies in the car to make it look like they had been ambushed at the farm and drove back to my house. He was too tired to argue and I forced him to park his car in our garage and spend the night. We took a hot shower together and fell into my bed and were immediately asleep. The next morning I woke up, made coffee and took a cup up to him. I kissed him softly to wake him up. He smiled, growled, pulled me on the bed face down and started licking my asshole. He moved up, spat on his cock and proceeded to give a hot morning fuck. As we laid in bed in the afterglow of sex (as my mother's romance novels would describe it), he said, "No matter how it started last night, in my mind you fucked that Mexican to distract him and you had better not be fucking around with anyone else again, understood?" "What if it's to save your ass again? I might have to fuck the entire Mexican mafia if they keep coming after you!" He laughed, leaned over, kissed me and he was hard again..... Later in the day, we talked about the possibility of future visitors from Mexico and it was quite frightening to think this might not be over. I could see he was very worried. We turned on the TV to see if we were wanted criminals at this point. We laughed with relief when we saw the report. The Mexicans had been found, the police had raided the farm and found Dub's brother and a shit load of money and drugs. He was in custody for murder, drug smuggling and distribution. Dub and his brother really had been selling drugs for a Mexican cartel and trying to siphon off too much in profits. The Mexican and US governments were fighting over which country could prosecute Dub's brother. (Comments via email are welcome: [email protected]) Please consider to donate to nifty.org | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2020 22:57:29 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 9 (gay/ adult youth)
I woke up a little late and stumbled down to the kitchen to get some
coffee. I had gotten into the adult habit of needing a strong cup of
coffee to wake up in the mornings. My parents had gone to work, but had
left the coffee maker on warm. I sat down at the kitchen table and was
stunned to see the headlines in the newspaper laying on the table.
"Local Man Found Dead in Mexican Prison"
The gist of the story was that Angus Doubleday "Dub" McGuire had been
found bludgeoned to death in his prison cell in Monterrey, Mexico. Dub
had been awaiting his trial, and in his fashion had been bragging that he
had buried a large sum of money in the US. He had been in isolated
seclusion because of harassment from the other prisoners and his trial
should have been today itself.
I was totally shocked! How did Bulldozer Man know this was going to
happen? Was he a part of it? Did he know where the money was and was
planning to keep it? I didn't know how to react and didn't know if I
should actually be afraid of Bulldozer Man.
I puttered around the house the whole day waiting for the workers to
leave so I could try and talk to Bulldozer Man. I was worried, but not
so worried that I couldn't spy on the workers and jack off, while
watching them piss during the day.
There was a new man on the job, probably in his early thirties. Fuck! He
was hot. He must have been a bodybuilder on the side. He was six feet
tall, about two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. The weather was hot
so he had peeled off his tight-fitting white t-shirt early in the day to
expose his super well defined smooth pecs and six pack. His biceps were
as large as my thighs, hard and nicely muscled! His large deltoids stuck
out and ensured his back made a perfect V shaped down to his fine hard
ass! He had about a three day stubble growing and perfect white teeth.
I got hard immediately when I saw him. I waited a couple of hours and
was finally rewarded when he sauntered over to the spot, hauled a fine,
thick cut cock and released a gallon of piss. I stroked my cock furiously
watching him and when he started shaking his cock to get rid of the last
drops, I shot all over my chest. I was dying to taste the piss he had
left, but didn't dare to go over because of all the workers.
Feeling quite satiated from the orgasm, I dozed on the sofa until I got a
phone call around five o'clock from my parents who reminded me that they
wouldn't be home for a couple of days as they had driven to my
grandparents' house. I looked over and could see that Bulldozer Man was
now alone in the office.
I went over, knocked on the door and he yelled for me to come in. He was
doing some paperwork and drinking a long neck Bud. He told me to get a
beer for myself from the cooler as he finished up some work. Finally he
leaned back and looked at me. "Did you read the news?, " he asked.
"Yeah, how did you know what was going to happen?," I asked him
nervously, not sure that I really wanted to know the answer.
"Dub's lawyer called me the day before yesterday and said Dub was
scared, he was being threatened and blackmailed by a gang in prison and
wanted me to send him some money. He knows good and well that I don't
have any money, but he was desperate. Dub had told the lawyer that the
gang was going to kill him the night before his trial if they didn't get
the money, so therefore I had a good idea that Dub was going to get
it." He paused, looked me in the face and continued, "you little fuck,
you really think I had something to do with it! Are you really that
stupid? You can see I'm just a working stiff. If I had any money, I
would fucking be in Florida or something."
I sat and pondered and replied, "Dub's lawyer seems to think you have
money."
"Don't be a fucking fool, I am not into that shit....Dub was a fucking
liar and all he has done is put us in danger for no reason."
We sat and drank the beer in silence. He leaned back and put his boots
on the table and said "So, you been drooling and beating off over the
new boy? Name's Tony, he's hot as fuck, isn't he?"
"Yea, he's ok if you like a body builder."
He chuckled in a weird manner, slanted his forehead down, rolled his eyes
and looked directly at me in an evil manner. "Has he fucked you?" I
shook my head no and told him I had only seen him today. "I'd better
not hear that you've been fucking around with him, you hear, boy." he
said sternly.
"Or what? I'll end up like Dub?" I couldn't keep a straight face and
giggled, "Sorry, I am just joking."
"You little prick," he said and smiled. "I need a foot massage, get
your smartass over here and get on it."
I moved over, removed his boots and relished the aroma of sweaty manfeet
and boot leather. I put my nose in his right sock and inhaled deeply.
Fuck, my cock stiffened immediately. I chewed on his toes through his
sock and he moaned deeply. I removed his socks and licked the length of
the sole of his foot up to his toes, sucked each of them, and ran my
tongue between them savouring the salty sweat. I repeated it with the
other foot.
Bulldozer Man moaned, leaned his head back and exhaled deeply. He opened
his belt, pants unzipped and his hard cock tented his briefs. I moved up
and started mouthing his cock through the cotton fabric. The aroma of his
sweaty cock and balls filled my nostrils and I sucked the fabric to get
all of his flavor in my mouth. He continued to lean back and enjoy the
service. I peeled his underwear down and started licking his cock and
playing with my own through my gym shorts. I was bobbing up and down and
we were both lost in the pleasure of the moment.
BOOM! The trailer door suddenly flew open surprising both of us! It
scared the shit out of me, I turned, looked up and fuck! There were two
large Mexicans standing there, each pointing a fourty-four magnum at each
of us. I almost shit my pants. Bulldozer Man jumped up and pulled his
pants up and one of them started yelling in Spanish and wildly waving the
gun at Bulldozer Man. The other one walked purposely over and pushed
Bulldozer Man down in the chair and checked to see if he was armed. I
stayed put on my knees beside Bulldozer Man's office chair.
I looked at them and damn! Even in this situation, I couldn't help but
think about how hot they were. One was probably in his early fifties and
the other in his early thirties. They were both about six feet tall,
around two hundred pounds each. The older had gray hair and the younger
had jet black hair, both long and slicked back with gel. They were
wearing identical black suits and fancy, spiked-toed cowboy boots. They
were both sturdily built and both had nice bulges in their thin suit
trousers.
When they realized they were in control of the situation, they started
laughing and speaking Spanish probably about catching Bulldozer Man and
me in such a compromising position. The older one could speak passable,
but heavily accented English and he told Bulldozer Man to sit down.
He asked about Dub and the money and Bulldozer Man denied any knowledge.
The conversation got quite heated, they were going back and forth and I
was feeling stressed.
All the while the younger guy kept looking at me with lust in his eyes. I
didn't know what to do, whether I should ignore him or flirt. I was
thinking if I flirt with him, I might be able to distract him. I started
looking at him and I squirmed my ass a little bit. Very discreetly, I
licked my lips and stared at his crotch. He even smiled a little bit and
rubbed the pistol over his package. It was actually pretty hot, but now I
was scared for our lives.
It was now dark outside and the older man was forcing us outside and
forced Bulldozer Man to start digging around the house to look for the
money. He told Bulldozer Man not to try anything or his "marica" would
be shot. I had to kneel beside the younger man and watch. The other two
went to the back of the house to continue the digging leaving the younger
guy and me alone. I leaned my head against his leg and rubbed. He put
two fingers on my mouth and I licked and sucked them. His bulge began to
grow and I sucked more of his hand in my mouth. I leaned in and started
nuzzling and kissing his package. I could feel that he was well hung and
the whole situation excited me.
"Ahh, marica, you like vergón? I have verga grande for you baby." He
unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was pretty easy as he was
going commando. His uncut cock was big, thick and smooth. The end of the
big head just peeked out of his foreskin. I licked the head and foreskin
and started sucking on the shaft. His cock was as hard as iron and
curved up toward his stomach. He pointed the end of the pistol on my
forehead which increased the tension of the moment for me. As a young
horny teenager I was of course turned on by sucking this hot man with a
big cock under the domination of a gun being held to my head. I was
starting to get lost and enjoy the experience. He face fucked me gently
but with powerful strokes, his cock head ramming my throat with force. I
gagged which turned him on and he proceeded to press his cock further
down my throat to elicit even stronger gagging from me.
I pulled my gym shorts down and started jerking my now hard cock. He got
so excited that I had bared my ass that he took the gun away from my
head, leaned down and started rubbing my hole as he face fucked me. "Ah
marica, show me your ponacha.......ah caliente!"
He moved us over to a stack of bricks, forcing me to lean with my arms on
it. He spat on his hand and started rubbing my ass crack, pushing his
middle finger in to find the hole. He finger fucked me good and I was
enjoying feeling his long finger reaching well into my hole. He then
laughed evilly, took the barrel of the gun and rubbing it up and down my
crack. The cool steel was stimulating and knowing it was a gun turned me
on in a bizarre and morbid way. He pushed the barrel into my taint and
tapped the back of my ball sac giving both pain and pleasure. Fuck! That
was hot, my cock was throbbing!
He then did something I never expected. He started fumbling around in his
pocket and it turned out he was looking for a condom. He handed me the
foil packet to open. He struggled to get the condom on his dick with one
hand and he laid the pistol on the stack of bricks.
I contemplated grabbing the gun, but was too scared at this point. He got
the condom on, held both of my hips and pressed his cock into my hole.
It was not too thick so it slid directly in and he started fucking me
hard and fast. He was a good fucker, with a great non-systematic
rhythm. His cock would randomly hit my prostate send shivers of pleasure
through me. He rotated his hips causing his cock to stimulate different
areas of my anal canal with different forces. Damn! My cock was throbbing
and my ass was twitching for more of this gangster's cock.
Suddenly I heard a loud "whoosh", felt him fall backwards and his dick
pulled out of my ass. I turned around and saw Bulldozer Man on top of the
gangster choking him with a thick rope. He was squirming, fighting,
kicking with his legs making it difficult for Bulldozer Man to strangle
him. I dove on him and held him until I could no longer feel any life in
his body.
Bulldozer Man stood up and jerked me up by the neck. As soon as I was
standing, he kicked me in the ass with his work boot and slapped me
across the head roughly. He pushed me up against the stack of bricks,
unzipped his fly, pulled his stiff cock out, spat on it and rammed it up
my ass roughly. His dick was considerably thicker than the Mexican's
and it hurt.
He hit me on the side of the head a few times while fucking me. I was
stunned and didn't know what to think. He reached around my abdomen,
holding me tight and fucking with full force. At first I was scared and
trying to figure out what was going on, but finally realized he was
jealous of the Mexican fucking me.
He was totally enraged, fucking like a wild animal, slammimg his cock
into my ass as hard as he could. When he could sense I was enjoying it,
he would slap me up across my head. (Which during the throes of his
passion, made me enjoy this fuck more than ever.) My whole body was
tingling with pleasure and excitement.
Finally I could feel his body was coming to a crescendo, he was trembling
all over and he started shaking violently as he slammed his cock in my
ass. I started stroking my own cock and when he exploded into my ass, I
shot a huge load of spunk onto the stack of bricks. He zipped his pants,
pushed me down on the ground and kicked me in the ass. I watched him
walk off towards the trailer. He walked like a strong, confident man and
I was turned on even though I had just suffered abuse from him.
Fuck! I just realized I was lying next to the dead Mexican, and thought-
what had happened to the other one? I picked myself up, pulled my gym
shorts up and walked over to the trailer. Bulldozer Man was standing
outside smoking a cigarette and drinking from an open bottle of Jack
Daniels. He tossed me a cigarette and handed me the bottle. The whisky
burned like hell as it went down my throat but I didn't cough or
sputter.
"Go on home and forget what you saw here this evening, no need for you
to be caught up in this."
"No, I'm staying."
"Go the fuck home before you get yourself killed."
"No, I'm staying. What happened to the other one?"
"I hit him with the shovel and then strangled him, strangling is best so
there's no blood to clean up."
"So, do we have a plan to get rid of the bodies?"
"Fuck off and go home! This is not your problem."
"Tell me something...and tell me the fucking truth. Are you involved in
this? Are you in cahoots with Dub and do you know anything about the
money and the guys who came after you tonight?"
"No."
"Then I'm staying, we are going to clean this up together and I don't
want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth about it.
Understood?"
Bulldozer Man tossed me another cigarette and we smoked in silence.
After that we collected the bodies, put them in the Mexicans rental car
and cleaned up all traces of what happened there. He suggested that he
would drive the rental car and I would follow him in his truck to Dub's
family farm about two hours away.
I didn't have a driver's license, but my father had let me drive his
car when we were on the back roads. I drove after him as agreed and made
sure that no one followed him at the turn off to Dub's farm.
We left the bodies in the car to make it look like they had been ambushed
at the farm and drove back to my house. He was too tired to argue and I
forced him to park his car in our garage and spend the night. We took a
hot shower together and fell into my bed and were immediately asleep.
The next morning I woke up, made coffee and took a cup up to him. I
kissed him softly to wake him up. He smiled, growled, pulled me on the
bed face down and started licking my asshole. He moved up, spat on his
cock and proceeded to give a hot morning fuck.
As we laid in bed in the afterglow of sex (as my mother's romance novels
would describe it), he said, "No matter how it started last night, in my
mind you fucked that Mexican to distract him and you had better not be
fucking around with anyone else again, understood?"
"What if it's to save your ass again? I might have to fuck the entire
Mexican mafia if they keep coming after you!" He laughed, leaned over,
kissed me and he was hard again.....
Later in the day, we talked about the possibility of future visitors from
Mexico and it was quite frightening to think this might not be over. I
could see he was very worried. We turned on the TV to see if we were
wanted criminals at this point.
We laughed with relief when we saw the report. The Mexicans had been
found, the police had raided the farm and found Dub's brother and a shit
load of money and drugs. He was in custody for murder, drug smuggling
and distribution. Dub and his brother really had been selling drugs for
a Mexican cartel and trying to siphon off too much in profits. The
Mexican and US governments were fighting over which country could
prosecute Dub's brother.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-8 | Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2020 00:56:14 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 8 (gay, adult youth) My Parents surprised (and forced) me to go on a vacation with them to the beach for ten days. We were leaving at about three o'clock the next morning so I didn't have a chance to tell Bulldozer Man that I would be gone. The beach was nice but I was pretty bored and horny the entire time. There was no chance to fool around with anyone on vacation so I ended up jacking my cock two or three times everyday thinking about Bulldozer Man. We were supposed to be back home on Friday by noon, so I was hoping that I could meet him that evening. There were unfortunately several wrecks and traffic jams on the way home so we ended up reaching at six o'clock pm. My parents had to leave immediately to go to a dinner party and I was left alone with my stiff cock. After they were gone, I snuck over to the building site wearing only gym shorts thinking I would jack off to Bulldozer Man's socks and boots in the trailer. Before reaching there, I swung by the area where the workers always took their piss and was pleasantly surprised to see that there had been a lot of pissing going on there. On the ground was a big puddle of dark, musky piss that reeked of beer and manly pheromones. The scent hit my nose and my cocked sprang immediately to attention, I was so fucking horny! I knelt down and lapped the musky piss into my mouth savoring the acrid taste and feeling it burn all the way down my esophagus. I cupped my hands and splashed my face and body with the golden mixture. Fuck! I was in heaven. I laid down in the puddle and rubbed my hands all over my body, spreading my ass so that I could feel the piss on my asshole. I was so horny that my body was writhing with desire. I was now covered in pissy mud and I used it to jack my rock hard cock. I was afraid that if I went into the office I would leave a muddy mess, so I went over to the porta john. When I opened the door I was hit with the scent of mansweat and stale piss. My cock throbbed even more. I washed most of the mud off my body with the dribble of water that came out of the sink spigot. I looked down at the toilet and could see that some of the crew had also pissed all over the toilet seat and it was wet with dark piss. I knelt down and started licking the piss up, savoring the stale, musky taste, making sure to lick up any pubic hairs that had been left there. I was in heaven thinking about their big, swinging dicks and the hot streams of piss that had left all the excess on the toilet rim. I was jacking my hard cock, blood was throbbing in my forehead and I was totally lost in the moment unaware of any reality around me. Suddenly a big, strong man hand grabbed me by the back of the neck. "What the fuck are you doing, you little pervert?" It was Bulldozer Man! Although I didn't know it, he had also been on vacation during the week and was just checking by the site to see what progress the crew had made. "Have you been fucking my crew this week, you little cock whore?" He grabbed by body, turned me around so that my neck was on the rim of the toilet and the back of my head was hanging down in the bowl. He pushed his strong hand around my neck, cutting off the air supply to my lungs. "Which ones of my crew have you been fucking this week, you little shit?" I was wriggling around trying to get loose, my first thought was to get air before speaking. He pushed my neck harder against the bowl and I could feel my face turning red. I mumbled and coughed, "No one, no one sir, I haven't been here this week." He was raging mad and not willing to listen to anything. "Which ones of my crew have you been fucking this week, DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!" He used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and I could see that his big, veiny cock was at max engorgement. He continued to push my neck against the rim of the toilet, every once in a while allowing me to catch a little bit of my breath. I couldn't answer properly, just gasp and cough and try to say "no one, sir!" He slapped my face a couple of times and then pointed his big cock at my face and started pissing on my head, in my mouth, and over my body. Even though I was scared and gasping for air, I was totally turned on by this bull of a man abusing me in this manner. My cock was throbbing. As I was already choking from lack of air, his piss sputtered out of my mouth with my gasps and coughs and this made him even more angry. He released the pressure from my neck, but still holding it, aimed his piss right down my throat and told me not to spill a drop. I lapped and swallowed his dark, pungent piss. His face was beet red with anger and I was totally confused between fear for my life and total sexual enjoyment. Even while his piss was streaming down my throat, he slapped me and asked "You fucking whore, who of my crew have you been fucking this week?" When he had drained his piss down my throat, he let go of my neck and I gasped and choked until I was breathing properly. He kicked my ass with his big, dusty work boot and stared into my face. He pulled me up by the neck and literally dragged me to the trailer without saying a word. He threw me up on the table on my back, pushed my legs in the air and stuck his fingers roughly in my ass. "I had better not find any spunk in your ass, boy!" he growled. He poked, prodded and pulled his fingers out, satisfied that my ass was clean from any foreign cum. He was somewhat less angry now, but still worked up. He shoved his big, veiny hard cock roughly into my bowels. It was painful and I winced and groaned as he broke through my anal ring. He started fucking me hard, leaned over and spit several times in my face. "No one in my crew can fuck you like this, right?" Damn, I thought, is he not going to let this go? It was a yes/no question that could never be answered in an non-incriminating manner. Even though I was still in fear, his pounding my ass was giving me so much pleasure that I was having a hard time addressing the severity of his accusation. His cock was massaging my prostate and the pleasure allowed me to relax enough to say "Sir, I have been away with my parents this week. I have not been around for ten days, I have been so horny for your cock." "Did your old man fuck you?" he asked, without missing a single stroke. "Sir, no sir, no one has fucked me since you did, I have never touched any other cock than yours or without your permission." I said in a surprisingly non-pleading manner. "I have been horny for you for ten days, I couldn't last any longer, so I went horning around the porta john as soon as I came home." He settled down a little bit and continued to fuck me. My hole had been aching for his dick and now I was thoroughly enjoying it. He apparently needed to fuck and he did it with focus and gusto. He cycled through a series of moves, pulling his cock all the way out and thrusting in roughly, circling his dick around in my ass and rabbit fucking me. The variety really kept me turned on and my own cock was rock hard and streaming pre-cum. He leaned over and pressed his hairy torso on my body and spit in my mouth and tongue kissed me. Feeling his hairy body rubbing against mine pushed me into high gear and I started bucking against his cock, our balls slapping against each other's. He put a chokehold on me at starting fucking me as hard as he could. I didn't gasp for air, but just enjoyed the sensation of not getting enough oxygen to the brain. It enhanced my sexual pleasure and I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He pumped my hard cock and slapped my balls. I couldn't hold it any longer and shot a huge load over my face and chest. He pumped me a could of minutes longer and shot his huge, hot load in my ass. I could feel the massive amount of his hot cum in my bowels. He loosened his hold on my throat and I could breathe. I gasped and panted enjoying all the sex endorphins that pulsates through every cell of my body. I finally had gotten the fuck I had waited on for ten days! He pressed my abdomen and his cum came streaming out of my ass. He collected it in his hand and fed it to me. Holy Fucking Hell! I was in heaven! He moved around and sat in his chair, threw me a cigarette and I laid there on my back smoking, enjoying the relaxing effect. He popped two Pabst Blue Ribbons and we sat there drinking without saying a word. Damn, I could feel a weird bond between us, but I couldn't begin to explain it. When the beer was finished, he told me that he had also been on vacation for the past 8 days and had just returned today. His wife had taken the kids to her parents for the weekend and he had just driven by to check on the progress the crew had made. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "I had better not hear that you have been fucking any of my crew, or anyone else for that matter." I responded, "Sir, no sir, I haven't." I told him my parents were away and asked if he wanted to come over to my house for a shower. He agreed and we went around the back of the house so no neighbors would see us. We showered in my parent's bathroom that has two shower heads. Before turning on the water, I knelt down behind him and started licking his butt cheeks and crack. I was dying to taste his hole. He put both arms on the shower stall and spread his legs. I licked and nibbled and buried my nose in his hairy crack. The pungent scent of his sweaty man ass hit me and I licked up and down, extracting all the taste I could. I found his hole and licked and flicked it teasingly until he squirmed. I then plunged my tongue deep inside, savoring the flavour and his hot canal on my tongue. I was hard again, but I didn't want to shoot then and there. He turned around and pissed on my face, in my mouth, and over my body. I bathed in this spermy piss and rubbed it all over my body. We turned on the water and soaped and washed each other, tongue kissing, hugging and generally horsing around. When we had dried off, I suggested that we go lie in my bed for a while. Outside the bathroom, in my parent's bedroom, he grabbed me by the head and pushed it into the door frame roughly. Pointing at the bed, he asked, "Is this where your old man fucks you?" "Sir, I have never fucked around with my father, sir," I answered. He looked deep into my eyes and squinted with mistrust. "It's where he fucks my mother," I answered like a smart ass. With just a hint of a smile, he took my head and hit it against the door frame playfully We relaxed on our backs, side by side on my bed without talking. My eyes feasted on Bulldozer Man's body as he rested with his eyes closed. His tan, bearded face, his hairy, muscular torso, broad shoulders, working man pecs and legs. Damn he was hot! His big, uncut, veiny dick rested flaccidly on his big pouch with two egg-shaped balls. Was I dreaming, was it really happening. My cock started to chub up and I laid my head on his shoulder. I could hear his steady breathing and his heart beating in his chest. I turned my head so that I could gently lick and suck his nipple. He moaned softly and tussled my hair with his big hairy paw. I moved my hand slowly over his chest, down to his hairy belly, through the forest of his black bush and gently caressed his cock. It responded and lazily started stiffening. I moved between his legs and licked the head and shaft of his rising cock. I licked and sensually sucked and teabagged each of his balls. He groaned with pleasure and his cock was now rock hard. I took some lotion from the nightstand and greased my ass and his cock. I squatted over his hard cock, guided the head of his shaft to my hole and slowly lowered myself onto it. It slid effortlessly in and was soon in balls deep. I slowly rode up and down on his cock as he laid there relaxing. I was purposely moving slowly so that I could feel his cock sliding over every inch of my canal. Damn, this felt great! My back was soon arching backwards with pleasure and I was moaning like a porn star. He started to slowly move and massage his hands around my ass cheeks, up my back and forwards until he reached my nipples. He pinched them gently between his fingers and held them. When I arched my back away from him, it pulled my nipples and increased the intensity of this slow, sensous fuck. I continued to ride him slowly moving my legs a little to allow his cockhead to touch my prostate on every thrust. Damn! My own cock felt like it was stretching from the pleasure. I reached around and cupped his balls and got more turned on thinking about how this was the source of all his masculinity. I growled with satisfaction each time his cock filled me up and massaged my prostate. We continued this slow, rhythmic fuck for a long time. It was very different from the rough, animal-like fucks I was now used to. Every part of my body was feeling pleasure from the slow, leisurely in and out of his cock. Our breathing rate continued to increase and we started panting and moaning. Suddenly both of our cocks blew at the same time, both bodies shaking violently with long, loud growls. Damn! What a fuck! I collapsed beside him, my head on his shoulder and we fell into a deep slumber. I awoke when he was moving to get out of bed, we had slept for an hour and my parents would soon be home. I looked into his eyes and said "thanks!" He just squinted his eyes and looked directly in my face...."does your old man fuck you in this bed?" "No! I shouted! I have never fucked with anyone but you, Dub, Jake and the blonde lady, and you have been there for every fuck I have ever had." He looked as if, was probably satisfied by the answer, but continued to stare directly in my eyes. "The first time we met, I told you we have to keep this a secret, right?" I nodded affirmatively and told him I had never and would never tell anyone. He said "remember, nothing good ever happens to people who run their mouth too much" Hmmm, I thought, what's that all about? I, however, soon forgot about it when he leaned over, took me in his arms and tongue kissed me. I followed him back to his truck where we had another beer and cigarette and he got in his truck to drive home. 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Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2020 00:56:14 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 8 (gay, adult youth)
My Parents surprised (and forced) me to go on a vacation with them to the
beach for ten days. We were leaving at about three o'clock the next
morning so I didn't have a chance to tell Bulldozer Man that I would be
gone.
The beach was nice but I was pretty bored and horny the entire time.
There was no chance to fool around with anyone on vacation so I ended up
jacking my cock two or three times everyday thinking about Bulldozer
Man.
We were supposed to be back home on Friday by noon, so I was hoping that
I could meet him that evening. There were unfortunately several wrecks
and traffic jams on the way home so we ended up reaching at six o'clock
pm. My parents had to leave immediately to go to a dinner party and I was
left alone with my stiff cock. After they were gone, I snuck over to the
building site wearing only gym shorts thinking I would jack off to
Bulldozer Man's socks and boots in the trailer.
Before reaching there, I swung by the area where the workers always took
their piss and was pleasantly surprised to see that there had been a lot
of pissing going on there. On the ground was a big puddle of dark, musky
piss that reeked of beer and manly pheromones. The scent hit my nose and
my cocked sprang immediately to attention, I was so fucking horny!
I knelt down and lapped the musky piss into my mouth savoring the acrid
taste and feeling it burn all the way down my esophagus. I cupped my
hands and splashed my face and body with the golden mixture. Fuck! I was
in heaven. I laid down in the puddle and rubbed my hands all over my
body, spreading my ass so that I could feel the piss on my asshole. I was
so horny that my body was writhing with desire. I was now covered in
pissy mud and I used it to jack my rock hard cock. I was afraid that if
I went into the office I would leave a muddy mess, so I went over to the
porta john.
When I opened the door I was hit with the scent of mansweat and stale
piss. My cock throbbed even more. I washed most of the mud off my body
with the dribble of water that came out of the sink spigot. I looked
down at the toilet and could see that some of the crew had also pissed
all over the toilet seat and it was wet with dark piss. I knelt down and
started licking the piss up, savoring the stale, musky taste, making sure
to lick up any pubic hairs that had been left there. I was in heaven
thinking about their big, swinging dicks and the hot streams of piss that
had left all the excess on the toilet rim. I was jacking my hard cock,
blood was throbbing in my forehead and I was totally lost in the moment
unaware of any reality around me.
Suddenly a big, strong man hand grabbed me by the back of the neck.
"What the fuck are you doing, you little pervert?" It was Bulldozer
Man! Although I didn't know it, he had also been on vacation during the
week and was just checking by the site to see what progress the crew had
made. "Have you been fucking my crew this week, you little cock
whore?"
He grabbed by body, turned me around so that my neck was on the rim of
the toilet and the back of my head was hanging down in the bowl. He
pushed his strong hand around my neck, cutting off the air supply to my
lungs. "Which ones of my crew have you been fucking this week, you
little shit?" I was wriggling around trying to get loose, my first
thought was to get air before speaking. He pushed my neck harder against
the bowl and I could feel my face turning red. I mumbled and coughed,
"No one, no one sir, I haven't been here this week."
He was raging mad and not willing to listen to anything. "Which ones of
my crew have you been fucking this week, DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!" He
used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and I could see
that his big, veiny cock was at max engorgement. He continued to push my
neck against the rim of the toilet, every once in a while allowing me to
catch a little bit of my breath. I couldn't answer properly, just gasp
and cough and try to say "no one, sir!" He slapped my face a couple of
times and then pointed his big cock at my face and started pissing on my
head, in my mouth, and over my body. Even though I was scared and
gasping for air, I was totally turned on by this bull of a man abusing me
in this manner. My cock was throbbing.
As I was already choking from lack of air, his piss sputtered out of my
mouth with my gasps and coughs and this made him even more angry. He
released the pressure from my neck, but still holding it, aimed his piss
right down my throat and told me not to spill a drop. I lapped and
swallowed his dark, pungent piss. His face was beet red with anger and I
was totally confused between fear for my life and total sexual
enjoyment. Even while his piss was streaming down my throat, he slapped
me and asked "You fucking whore, who of my crew have you been fucking
this week?"
When he had drained his piss down my throat, he let go of my neck and I
gasped and choked until I was breathing properly. He kicked my ass with
his big, dusty work boot and stared into my face. He pulled me up by the
neck and literally dragged me to the trailer without saying a word. He
threw me up on the table on my back, pushed my legs in the air and stuck
his fingers roughly in my ass. "I had better not find any spunk in your
ass, boy!" he growled. He poked, prodded and pulled his fingers out,
satisfied that my ass was clean from any foreign cum.
He was somewhat less angry now, but still worked up. He shoved his big,
veiny hard cock roughly into my bowels. It was painful and I winced and
groaned as he broke through my anal ring. He started fucking me hard,
leaned over and spit several times in my face. "No one in my crew can
fuck you like this, right?" Damn, I thought, is he not going to let
this go? It was a yes/no question that could never be answered in an
non-incriminating manner.
Even though I was still in fear, his pounding my ass was giving me so
much pleasure that I was having a hard time addressing the severity of
his accusation. His cock was massaging my prostate and the pleasure
allowed me to relax enough to say "Sir, I have been away with my parents
this week. I have not been around for ten days, I have been so horny for
your cock."
"Did your old man fuck you?" he asked, without missing a single stroke.
"Sir, no sir, no one has fucked me since you did, I have never touched
any other cock than yours or without your permission." I said in a
surprisingly non-pleading manner. "I have been horny for you for ten
days, I couldn't last any longer, so I went horning around the porta
john as soon as I came home."
He settled down a little bit and continued to fuck me. My hole had been
aching for his dick and now I was thoroughly enjoying it. He apparently
needed to fuck and he did it with focus and gusto. He cycled through a
series of moves, pulling his cock all the way out and thrusting in
roughly, circling his dick around in my ass and rabbit fucking me. The
variety really kept me turned on and my own cock was rock hard and
streaming pre-cum. He leaned over and pressed his hairy torso on my body
and spit in my mouth and tongue kissed me. Feeling his hairy body
rubbing against mine pushed me into high gear and I started bucking
against his cock, our balls slapping against each other's.
He put a chokehold on me at starting fucking me as hard as he could. I
didn't gasp for air, but just enjoyed the sensation of not getting
enough oxygen to the brain. It enhanced my sexual pleasure and I closed
my eyes and enjoyed it. He pumped my hard cock and slapped my balls. I
couldn't hold it any longer and shot a huge load over my face and
chest. He pumped me a could of minutes longer and shot his huge, hot
load in my ass. I could feel the massive amount of his hot cum in my
bowels. He loosened his hold on my throat and I could breathe. I gasped
and panted enjoying all the sex endorphins that pulsates through every
cell of my body. I finally had gotten the fuck I had waited on for ten
days!
He pressed my abdomen and his cum came streaming out of my ass. He
collected it in his hand and fed it to me. Holy Fucking Hell! I was in
heaven! He moved around and sat in his chair, threw me a cigarette and I
laid there on my back smoking, enjoying the relaxing effect. He popped
two Pabst Blue Ribbons and we sat there drinking without saying a word.
Damn, I could feel a weird bond between us, but I couldn't begin to
explain it.
When the beer was finished, he told me that he had also been on vacation
for the past 8 days and had just returned today. His wife had taken the
kids to her parents for the weekend and he had just driven by to check on
the progress the crew had made. He looked deep into my eyes and said,
"I had better not hear that you have been fucking any of my crew, or
anyone else for that matter." I responded, "Sir, no sir, I haven't."
I told him my parents were away and asked if he wanted to come over to my
house for a shower. He agreed and we went around the back of the house
so no neighbors would see us. We showered in my parent's bathroom that
has two shower heads. Before turning on the water, I knelt down behind
him and started licking his butt cheeks and crack. I was dying to taste
his hole. He put both arms on the shower stall and spread his legs. I
licked and nibbled and buried my nose in his hairy crack. The pungent
scent of his sweaty man ass hit me and I licked up and down, extracting
all the taste I could. I found his hole and licked and flicked it
teasingly until he squirmed. I then plunged my tongue deep inside,
savoring the flavour and his hot canal on my tongue. I was hard again,
but I didn't want to shoot then and there. He turned around and pissed
on my face, in my mouth, and over my body. I bathed in this spermy piss
and rubbed it all over my body. We turned on the water and soaped and
washed each other, tongue kissing, hugging and generally horsing
around.
When we had dried off, I suggested that we go lie in my bed for a while.
Outside the bathroom, in my parent's bedroom, he grabbed me by the head
and pushed it into the door frame roughly. Pointing at the bed, he
asked, "Is this where your old man fucks you?"
"Sir, I have never fucked around with my father, sir," I answered. He
looked deep into my eyes and squinted with mistrust. "It's where he
fucks my mother," I answered like a smart ass. With just a hint of a
smile, he took my head and hit it against the door frame playfully
We relaxed on our backs, side by side on my bed without talking. My eyes
feasted on Bulldozer Man's body as he rested with his eyes closed. His
tan, bearded face, his hairy, muscular torso, broad shoulders, working
man pecs and legs. Damn he was hot! His big, uncut, veiny dick rested
flaccidly on his big pouch with two egg-shaped balls. Was I dreaming,
was it really happening.
My cock started to chub up and I laid my head on his shoulder. I could
hear his steady breathing and his heart beating in his chest. I turned
my head so that I could gently lick and suck his nipple. He moaned
softly and tussled my hair with his big hairy paw. I moved my hand
slowly over his chest, down to his hairy belly, through the forest of his
black bush and gently caressed his cock. It responded and lazily started
stiffening.
I moved between his legs and licked the head and shaft of his rising
cock. I licked and sensually sucked and teabagged each of his balls. He
groaned with pleasure and his cock was now rock hard. I took some lotion
from the nightstand and greased my ass and his cock. I squatted over his
hard cock, guided the head of his shaft to my hole and slowly lowered
myself onto it. It slid effortlessly in and was soon in balls deep. I
slowly rode up and down on his cock as he laid there relaxing. I was
purposely moving slowly so that I could feel his cock sliding over every
inch of my canal. Damn, this felt great! My back was soon arching
backwards with pleasure and I was moaning like a porn star.
He started to slowly move and massage his hands around my ass cheeks, up
my back and forwards until he reached my nipples. He pinched them gently
between his fingers and held them. When I arched my back away from him,
it pulled my nipples and increased the intensity of this slow, sensous
fuck. I continued to ride him slowly moving my legs a little to allow
his cockhead to touch my prostate on every thrust. Damn! My own cock
felt like it was stretching from the pleasure. I reached around and
cupped his balls and got more turned on thinking about how this was the
source of all his masculinity. I growled with satisfaction each time his
cock filled me up and massaged my prostate.
We continued this slow, rhythmic fuck for a long time. It was very
different from the rough, animal-like fucks I was now used to. Every
part of my body was feeling pleasure from the slow, leisurely in and out
of his cock. Our breathing rate continued to increase and we started
panting and moaning. Suddenly both of our cocks blew at the same time,
both bodies shaking violently with long, loud growls. Damn! What a fuck!
I collapsed beside him, my head on his shoulder and we fell into a deep
slumber. I awoke when he was moving to get out of bed, we had slept for
an hour and my parents would soon be home. I looked into his eyes and
said "thanks!" He just squinted his eyes and looked directly in my
face...."does your old man fuck you in this bed?"
"No! I shouted! I have never fucked with anyone but you, Dub, Jake and
the blonde lady, and you have been there for every fuck I have ever
had." He looked as if, was probably satisfied by the answer, but
continued to stare directly in my eyes.
"The first time we met, I told you we have to keep this a secret,
right?" I nodded affirmatively and told him I had never and would never
tell anyone. He said "remember, nothing good ever happens to people who
run their mouth too much" Hmmm, I thought, what's that all about? I,
however, soon forgot about it when he leaned over, took me in his arms
and tongue kissed me.
I followed him back to his truck where we had another beer and cigarette
and he got in his truck to drive home. Before he left, he rolled down
the window and said, "Oh yeah, don't forget to read the newspaper
headlines tomorrow" and he drove off.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/reboot-5 | Date: Tue, 22 May 2018 15:03:51 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (5)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead (Reboot (5)
'Watching Steele in action.....
..... After Rickles and i had our fun we headed back to the main part of
the bunker. I saw Sarah and her man together. I was sure they were avoiding
the beast Steele.
Afraid he would come back and kill Salazar. Then I pondered her assult by
the huge beast of a man. He fucked her silly. And she liked it. She was
begging for it. So I pondered whether she could want Salazar after that.
"Hey baby" Rickles yelled at her
"Wanna try some more real ma"
He reached down and groped his own crotch at her. She looked at him with
disgust like sha with Steele before he raped her.
"Fuck off you pig" she glowered at him
Then she regarded me. Looking at me with wonder. Like why was I hanging
around with Rickles. But I didn't care. We headed to the main room where
everyone ate. I was hungry and grabbed something to eat.
Rickles came up behind me and grabbed my ass. Then he kissed my ear.
"See ya later buddy" he said softly
"Wanna check on the mad scientist."
"Later man" I said back
I sat down to eat something. Then just listened to the dull silence of the
bunker.The only sounds I heard were echoes of the Dead in the caverns. It
was distant, but creepy. Dread crept over me. I wondered if we would be
stuck here in this hole. And what if when food ran out. How fucked were
we. Would we turn on ourselves? Nothing was clear anymore.
After having something to eat, I decided to look around. I had been here
but a few days now and I had only seen a few areas. And where did Rhodes
hide out. I never saw the jerk much save for that first encounter.
"Let's see if that fuck has a stash somewhere" I thought
So I set off to find his hidding place. I then went down an unrecognized
corridor in the facility. It was passed some doors beyond the kitchen
area. There were a few doors on each side and one at the end. I queitky
moved through the corridor, knowing Rhodes wouldn't appreciate me in his
sacred space.
Then as I moved further down I heard cries coming from one of the last
rooms. I slowed my movements and moved to the door the sounds came from.
"Sounds like pain" I said
I pressed my ear to the door and listened.
"Awee fuck. Fuck mee Steele" came the cries from the room
"Biggest fucking cock ever"
"Yeah fucker. Fuck mee. Awee shiit!"
It was Rhodes voice calling out. He was getting fucked by Steele. He was
getting that big pipe I wanted. I giggled there as I realized Mr tough as
nails was in there bent over something getting ass rammed.
But it was by the big hunky Steele though. I had to see. So I carefully
grasped the door handle and pulled at it. Slowly turning and trying not to
make noise. But from his loudening cries I doubt Rhodes could hear the
door. I licked my lips as I pushed the door ajar.
"Fuck me" I said
I looked into a real room. A nice large room. A soft couch and table, a big
'real' bed to the side and in the bed, face down was Rhodes. His face
shoved to the pillow as the huge beast Steele was on his back.
That massive hunk was slamming his very big dick into the guy. I saw up the
upstroke the very thick shaft of the man's cock. That is once his big fat
balls moved up enough to see past them. My dick raged up instantly.
"Look at those balls" I huffed
I was now looking at Steele's big heavy sack. He was surely bull hung
there. The balls dwarfed Rhodes small ones. And they slammed down on Rhodes
balls and cock as he fucked down hard on the man. Rhodes cried and
whimpered as the big brute Steele took him. Yet I gathered that this wasn't
Rhodes first time with the man.
"Awee fuckk daddy" he cried
"Biggest fucking dick ever"
"Still hurts, every fucking time"
"Ughnn"
The beast Steele just grunted behind Rhodes as he plowed his ass. That
thick cock of his rising up for my view and then plunging down hard
again. Disappearing in the captain's ass. Over and over again he fucked
Rhodes.
"Give it too me Steele" he cried again
"Give it to me stud"
"Ughhnn. Fuckk!"
Rhodes continued to grunt, whimper and beg for Steele. I was oh so jealous
of him. I wanted that bull cock. Those fat bull nuts. But it was this prick
who was getting them.
Rhodes reached back and grasped Steele's thick tree trunk legs. Pulling him
to his ass. Just begging for the fucking he was receiving.
"Awee fuckk mee daddy!" He cried
"Fill me up. Fill up my ass Steele"
Steele grunted back as he slammed down again and again.
"Yeah captain. Yeahh" he huffed
"Gonna fill yer pussy up"
"Just like you like man"
The big animal of a man started to pummel Rhodes ass hard. I was pulling on
my cock as I watched them. So wishing I was the one getting banged by that
beast.
"Fuck him stud" I cooed softly
"Breed that fukers ass"
I soon was feeling my dick inching towards an orgasm. The scene I was
watching was so damned hot. I was pulling madly as my eyes stayed glued to
the scene before me. The big hit hunk Steele slamming the guys of the
asshole captain.
"Crush his fucking guts stud" I said as I stared at him
The beast that was Steele pounded harder at Rhodes well fucked ass. The
grunts off him were deep and animal like. Like a bear was about to be
released from his chest.
"Ughn. Ughn. Ugh " Rhodes grunted
"Ohh God. What a bull you are Steele"
"Go on and fill up my pussy man. Go on!"
Steele's thrusts soon were getting more ragged and uneven. His grunts and
groans more labored. His big hairy butt flexing and pumping
irregularly. This body also began to get rigid. I knew he was soo close. So
I wailed on my own cock. I wanted to cum with my big hunky bear man.
"Ughnn. Awee fuckk" he then bellowed.
"C-c-cumming man"
"Cumming in yer ass boss"
"Ughnn. Hmmmff! Fuckk!"
Then his big ass tightened. That's when the bull busted his nuts. His
grabbed at Rhodes body, then started to jerk madly at the guys ass. Hard
brutal stabs as he unloaded his cum. Then I saw it start to pull from the
captain's hole. The white cream I so desperately wanted. And that's what
set me off. Watching his cream gush from Rhodes ass was all I needed to
blow as well.
"Fuck. Yeah daddy" I said softly
"Wish. Ughnn. Wish that was me"
"Breed my ass fucker"
I shot several blasts. But had to quickly pull up my pants as I saw Steele
had finished up. My dick was still sticking out of my pants. Still drooling
cum as I hauled them up and rushed out of there. I actually fell once as I
ran out if there shouting loudly as I did
"Fuckkk!" I cried out
Then I grabbed my mouth and finished running from there. I ran back into
the main gallery again and sat down like I was still eating. I was able to
shove my still semi rigid cock into my pants and act as calm as I could as
I sat there.
Then Steele came out a few moments later. He looked mean and delicious at
the same time. I could see the bid stuffed dick bounce around in his
camos. I instinctively licked at my lips.
Then he glared at me. A scowl crossed his bearded face.
"You been here all this time?" He growled
"Yeah Steele. Why? " I asked calmly
His hand reached down and adjusted his big bull crotch. He probably heard
my yelped and just stuffed himself into his pants fast as he rushed through
the back corridor too.
"Did anyone come through here?" He came back.
"Come to think of it. Yeah" I declared
"I saw Salazar come through here. Why?"
His scowl turned meaner. Then he moved in through the complex.
"Thanks!" He said as he left me there
I watched his big meaty ass move as he left me in the kitchen area. I knew
where he was headed. I had just sealed Salazar's fate. Steele already hated
him. So even though I was the true voyeur, Salazar would get the beat
down. And because it was him it would be bad.
I felt bad for lying. But only for a moment............
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<pre>Date: Tue, 22 May 2018 15:03:51 -0400
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead (Reboot (5)
This is a fictional story about a movie I hadn't seen in ages. I CO ght it
recently again. I had forgotten how hot the Steele character was.
A definite hunky bear type. So my tyoe of man.
I had already written about this. So thought of a different story.
Enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Day of the Dead (Reboot (5)
'Watching Steele in action.....
..... After Rickles and i had our fun we headed back to the main part of
the bunker. I saw Sarah and her man together. I was sure they were avoiding
the beast Steele.
Afraid he would come back and kill Salazar. Then I pondered her assult by
the huge beast of a man. He fucked her silly. And she liked it. She was
begging for it. So I pondered whether she could want Salazar after that.
"Hey baby" Rickles yelled at her
"Wanna try some more real ma"
He reached down and groped his own crotch at her. She looked at him with
disgust like sha with Steele before he raped her.
"Fuck off you pig" she glowered at him
Then she regarded me. Looking at me with wonder. Like why was I hanging
around with Rickles. But I didn't care. We headed to the main room where
everyone ate. I was hungry and grabbed something to eat.
Rickles came up behind me and grabbed my ass. Then he kissed my ear.
"See ya later buddy" he said softly
"Wanna check on the mad scientist."
"Later man" I said back
I sat down to eat something. Then just listened to the dull silence of the
bunker.The only sounds I heard were echoes of the Dead in the caverns. It
was distant, but creepy. Dread crept over me. I wondered if we would be
stuck here in this hole. And what if when food ran out. How fucked were
we. Would we turn on ourselves? Nothing was clear anymore.
After having something to eat, I decided to look around. I had been here
but a few days now and I had only seen a few areas. And where did Rhodes
hide out. I never saw the jerk much save for that first encounter.
"Let's see if that fuck has a stash somewhere" I thought
So I set off to find his hidding place. I then went down an unrecognized
corridor in the facility. It was passed some doors beyond the kitchen
area. There were a few doors on each side and one at the end. I queitky
moved through the corridor, knowing Rhodes wouldn't appreciate me in his
sacred space.
Then as I moved further down I heard cries coming from one of the last
rooms. I slowed my movements and moved to the door the sounds came from.
"Sounds like pain" I said
I pressed my ear to the door and listened.
"Awee fuck. Fuck mee Steele" came the cries from the room
"Biggest fucking cock ever"
"Yeah fucker. Fuck mee. Awee shiit!"
It was Rhodes voice calling out. He was getting fucked by Steele. He was
getting that big pipe I wanted. I giggled there as I realized Mr tough as
nails was in there bent over something getting ass rammed.
But it was by the big hunky Steele though. I had to see. So I carefully
grasped the door handle and pulled at it. Slowly turning and trying not to
make noise. But from his loudening cries I doubt Rhodes could hear the
door. I licked my lips as I pushed the door ajar.
"Fuck me" I said
I looked into a real room. A nice large room. A soft couch and table, a big
'real' bed to the side and in the bed, face down was Rhodes. His face
shoved to the pillow as the huge beast Steele was on his back.
That massive hunk was slamming his very big dick into the guy. I saw up the
upstroke the very thick shaft of the man's cock. That is once his big fat
balls moved up enough to see past them. My dick raged up instantly.
"Look at those balls" I huffed
I was now looking at Steele's big heavy sack. He was surely bull hung
there. The balls dwarfed Rhodes small ones. And they slammed down on Rhodes
balls and cock as he fucked down hard on the man. Rhodes cried and
whimpered as the big brute Steele took him. Yet I gathered that this wasn't
Rhodes first time with the man.
"Awee fuckk daddy" he cried
"Biggest fucking dick ever"
"Still hurts, every fucking time"
"Ughnn"
The beast Steele just grunted behind Rhodes as he plowed his ass. That
thick cock of his rising up for my view and then plunging down hard
again. Disappearing in the captain's ass. Over and over again he fucked
Rhodes.
"Give it too me Steele" he cried again
"Give it to me stud"
"Ughhnn. Fuckk!"
Rhodes continued to grunt, whimper and beg for Steele. I was oh so jealous
of him. I wanted that bull cock. Those fat bull nuts. But it was this prick
who was getting them.
Rhodes reached back and grasped Steele's thick tree trunk legs. Pulling him
to his ass. Just begging for the fucking he was receiving.
"Awee fuckk mee daddy!" He cried
"Fill me up. Fill up my ass Steele"
Steele grunted back as he slammed down again and again.
"Yeah captain. Yeahh" he huffed
"Gonna fill yer pussy up"
"Just like you like man"
The big animal of a man started to pummel Rhodes ass hard. I was pulling on
my cock as I watched them. So wishing I was the one getting banged by that
beast.
"Fuck him stud" I cooed softly
"Breed that fukers ass"
I soon was feeling my dick inching towards an orgasm. The scene I was
watching was so damned hot. I was pulling madly as my eyes stayed glued to
the scene before me. The big hit hunk Steele slamming the guys of the
asshole captain.
"Crush his fucking guts stud" I said as I stared at him
The beast that was Steele pounded harder at Rhodes well fucked ass. The
grunts off him were deep and animal like. Like a bear was about to be
released from his chest.
"Ughn. Ughn. Ugh " Rhodes grunted
"Ohh God. What a bull you are Steele"
"Go on and fill up my pussy man. Go on!"
Steele's thrusts soon were getting more ragged and uneven. His grunts and
groans more labored. His big hairy butt flexing and pumping
irregularly. This body also began to get rigid. I knew he was soo close. So
I wailed on my own cock. I wanted to cum with my big hunky bear man.
"Ughnn. Awee fuckk" he then bellowed.
"C-c-cumming man"
"Cumming in yer ass boss"
"Ughnn. Hmmmff! Fuckk!"
Then his big ass tightened. That's when the bull busted his nuts. His
grabbed at Rhodes body, then started to jerk madly at the guys ass. Hard
brutal stabs as he unloaded his cum. Then I saw it start to pull from the
captain's hole. The white cream I so desperately wanted. And that's what
set me off. Watching his cream gush from Rhodes ass was all I needed to
blow as well.
"Fuck. Yeah daddy" I said softly
"Wish. Ughnn. Wish that was me"
"Breed my ass fucker"
I shot several blasts. But had to quickly pull up my pants as I saw Steele
had finished up. My dick was still sticking out of my pants. Still drooling
cum as I hauled them up and rushed out of there. I actually fell once as I
ran out if there shouting loudly as I did
"Fuckkk!" I cried out
Then I grabbed my mouth and finished running from there. I ran back into
the main gallery again and sat down like I was still eating. I was able to
shove my still semi rigid cock into my pants and act as calm as I could as
I sat there.
Then Steele came out a few moments later. He looked mean and delicious at
the same time. I could see the bid stuffed dick bounce around in his
camos. I instinctively licked at my lips.
Then he glared at me. A scowl crossed his bearded face.
"You been here all this time?" He growled
"Yeah Steele. Why? " I asked calmly
His hand reached down and adjusted his big bull crotch. He probably heard
my yelped and just stuffed himself into his pants fast as he rushed through
the back corridor too.
"Did anyone come through here?" He came back.
"Come to think of it. Yeah" I declared
"I saw Salazar come through here. Why?"
His scowl turned meaner. Then he moved in through the complex.
"Thanks!" He said as he left me there
I watched his big meaty ass move as he left me in the kitchen area. I knew
where he was headed. I had just sealed Salazar's fate. Steele already hated
him. So even though I was the true voyeur, Salazar would get the beat
down. And because it was him it would be bad.
I felt bad for lying. But only for a moment............
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-7 | Date: Sun, 24 May 2020 21:33:39 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 7 (gay, adult youth) Sunday evening, my parents and I were relaxing and talking before dinner and the evening news was on in the background. My ears suddenly perked up when they announced the disappearance of a local man, Angus Doubleday "Dub" McGuire. Angus was last seen at a local bar where he and some colleagues had drunk a few beers after work and he had told them he was on his way home. He, however, never arrived home, which was unusual, and he and his family had planned a big birthday party for his wife for Saturday. There was no trace of his pickup truck and anyone with any information was requested to contact the local police. I sat frozen in my place and tried to act normal in front of my parents. Inside I was shaking and scared. What had happened to Dub and was anyone going to find out that he had been in our backyard on Friday! What about Bulldozer Man? Was he OK? My appetite was gone, but I ate heartily so my parents wouldn't suspect anything. Later that night I snuck over to ensure that Dub's condom was gone and to see if he had left anymore, fortunately, nothing was to be seen. I slept only fitfully that night. If something had happened to Bulldozer Man, surely there would have been something on the news. Thankfully at four o'clock in the morning I heard his Ford F-350 pull into the building site and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned the light on in my bedroom so he would know I was up. He came into the trailer, turned on the lights, stood at the window and pulled out his stiff cock. I hurried over there expecting him to be worried or scared. He was sitting in his chair stroking his big, veiny, stiff uncut cock and chewing on an unlit cigar. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but all of my fear and anxiety turned into desire for him. I eagerly went down on my knees and sucked and slurped his cock. He leaned back, tilting his head over the back of the chair and exhaled loudly and said, "Fuck, that feels good, pussy boy." I pulled out my throbbing cock and stroked along. He took his hands and pumped my head up and down on his iron rod. It felt so good to feel his pole filling my mouth and tapping the back of my throat. He was fresh from the shower and smelled of masculine soap. His bush tickled my nose and his hairy balls, my chin. I was relieved and happy that he was ok and it was comforting to have his cock in my mouth again. His body shook, stiffened and he blasted his load in my mouth and throat and I could feel a big pool of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed it slowly allowing it to coat my esophagus all the way down. I shuddered with pleasure and came immediately. After I had come down from this high and rejoined reality, I asked him if he was OK, he responded that after a first class blowjob he was always OK. I stammered, "but, Dub?" "Who?" "Dub....." "Do you know anyone named Dub, and little friend, if you do know anyone named Dub, how would you be knowing him?" He cocked his head, squinted his right eye, and looked at me inquisitively. He then leaned back, tilted his head up, and roared with laughter, "You think I did something to Dub? Dub is an alcoholic and a gambler. He owes money left and right and the loan sharks are after him. The police know all about Dub. You little shit, are you so dumb that you think I would waste my time doing something to Dub?" "I just got worried.....after Friday......." I stammered. "Fucking nonsense. Get over here." He pulled me on his lap, hugged me and gave me a deep tongue kiss. I melted in his arms and he patted me. He then turned my face toward him and looked sternly at me and asked, "have you been fucking around with Dub?" "Sir, no, sir!" "Has your old man been fucking you?" "Sir, no sir!" "You had better not be lying to me boy!" I was very nervous whether the condom trick Dub had pulled on me would count as "fucking around", but quickly convinced myself that since there was no physical contact, there was no "fucking around." I hoped he would agree if he ever found out. I went home, wanting to believe that Bulldozer Man didn't have anything to do with Dub's disappearance, but in my heart, I was not completely sure. I did however feel content that Bulldozer Man was OK and that I had had the chance to suck him off. I fell into a deep sleep and woke up at noon. I turned on the news and was elated! Dub had been found in Mexico! He had actually been arrested for carrying drugs in his truck. Apparently he needed money bad enough to try and smuggle a load of hashish back to the US, but the Mexican police had intercepted him. I was so relieved, I got a hardon. I went to my bedroom window and saw Bulldozer Man sitting at his desk. I flashed him my hardon and he gave me a thumbs up sign in return. After the workers had all left, I went over to the trailer and found Bulldozer Man sitting at his desk and talking on the phone. I got down on my knees, undid his pants, freed his cock and started slurping on it as he spoke. It was Dub's lawyer and he wanted some money from Bulldozer Man to help Dub. He told the lawyer that Dub had received his paycheck from last week and that was all the money Dub would see from him. The call became quite aggressive and Bulldozer Man's testosterone was up causing his cock to throb and pulse in my mouth. My hormones got caught up in the frenzy and I pumped and sucked for all I was worth. Finally he banged the receiver down, pulled my head down with both hands and face fucked me roughly. He stood up, pulled his clothes off, leaned on the desk and presented his big, hairy, beefy ass to me. "Eat my ass, fagboy," he said gruffly and I was more than happy to lick, kiss and suck his sweaty ass. I found his hole and licked and teased. I was so horny that I fingered his hole gently and inserted my middle finger. He hissed his appreciation and leaned back on my finger and stroked his rock hard cock. I was shaking with desire and was overtaken with passion. I stood up, spit on my cock and teased his hole. I gently penetrated him and pushed until I got resistance from his ring muscle. I pulled back and pressed again and once more met resistance. I took the bold move to try one of his tricks, smacked his ass cheek hard and simultaneously plunged my cock through the muscle. "You fucking little pervert," he moaned. I started pumping and the tightness of his hole around my hard cock was heavenly. I knew I would have to pace myself or I would immediately shoot. I mimicked his fucking style with long, strong thrusts inward and a slower pulls outward. "Yeeea, fuck me boy," he moaned. I hugged him from behind and rubbed my smooth chest against his hairy back. I rubbed his hairy chest with my arms, landing them on his nipples which I tweaked and pulled with vigor. He began to push back on my cock and I increased the rhythm of my fucking. I was like a wild man. The sensations in my cock and balls were the most intense experience I have ever had. We kept it up with me thrusting and him pushing back. My body started shaking involuntarily and there was nothing I could do except explode into orgasm, I blasted four to five ropes of cum in him. Wow! I had fucked Bulldozer Man! I had never even fantasized about it, but was driven to it by sheer instinct. I pulled my cock out and knelt before his hole and licked and sucked. He pushed my cum out of his ass and I lapped it up eagerly. The mixture of the flavors of my cum and his ass juice was nectar to me. I lapped it up greedily, sending my tongue in for more. He turned around, hoisted me up on the table on my back and thrusted his cock into me, ignoring the pain it was causing me. He pulled all the way out and plunged in again and again repeatedly. He held his hand on my throat, spat into my mouth several times and leaned in and tongue fucked my mouth while continuing his wild attack on my ass. My God! This fuck only got better and better. My brain was screaming with delight and I was moaning, panting and writhing under his control. His face was red and his brow was wrinkled with tension, I felt his cock explode in me and his burning hot cum coated my bowels. He volleyed several more blasts into me and his body relaxed on top of me. What a fuck! It had never been this intense. He kissed me tenderly and I licked his lips, moustache and beard which had been a fantasy of mine. After we stood up, he asked me if I had ever fucked a man before. "Sir, no, sir, I replied. He looked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Have you been fucking your old man?" "Sir, no, sir!" "Did you fuck Dub?" "Sir, no, sir!" "You had better not be lying to me, boy!" He tossed me a cigarette and a long neck Bud. Fuck, I felt like such a man! After I came home, I went to the bathroom and squeezed his cum out of my ass and ate it as I jacked off reliving the whole experience! (Comments via email are welcome) | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sun, 24 May 2020 21:33:39 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 7 (gay, adult youth)
Sunday evening, my parents and I were relaxing and talking before dinner
and the evening news was on in the background. My ears suddenly perked
up when they announced the disappearance of a local man, Angus Doubleday
"Dub" McGuire.
Angus was last seen at a local bar where he and some colleagues had drunk
a few beers after work and he had told them he was on his way home. He,
however, never arrived home, which was unusual, and he and his family had
planned a big birthday party for his wife for Saturday. There was no
trace of his pickup truck and anyone with any information was requested
to contact the local police.
I sat frozen in my place and tried to act normal in front of my parents.
Inside I was shaking and scared. What had happened to Dub and was anyone
going to find out that he had been in our backyard on Friday! What about
Bulldozer Man? Was he OK? My appetite was gone, but I ate heartily so my
parents wouldn't suspect anything. Later that night I snuck over to
ensure that Dub's condom was gone and to see if he had left anymore,
fortunately, nothing was to be seen.
I slept only fitfully that night. If something had happened to Bulldozer
Man, surely there would have been something on the news. Thankfully at
four o'clock in the morning I heard his Ford F-350 pull into the
building site and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned the light on in
my bedroom so he would know I was up. He came into the trailer, turned
on the lights, stood at the window and pulled out his stiff cock.
I hurried over there expecting him to be worried or scared. He was
sitting in his chair stroking his big, veiny, stiff uncut cock and
chewing on an unlit cigar. I hadn't really thought about sex with him,
but all of my fear and anxiety turned into desire for him. I eagerly
went down on my knees and sucked and slurped his cock. He leaned back,
tilting his head over the back of the chair and exhaled loudly and said,
"Fuck, that feels good, pussy boy."
I pulled out my throbbing cock and stroked along. He took his hands and
pumped my head up and down on his iron rod. It felt so good to feel his
pole filling my mouth and tapping the back of my throat. He was fresh
from the shower and smelled of masculine soap. His bush tickled my nose
and his hairy balls, my chin.
I was relieved and happy that he was ok and it was comforting to have his
cock in my mouth again. His body shook, stiffened and he blasted his
load in my mouth and throat and I could feel a big pool of his cum in my
mouth. I swallowed it slowly allowing it to coat my esophagus all the way
down. I shuddered with pleasure and came immediately.
After I had come down from this high and rejoined reality, I asked him if
he was OK, he responded that after a first class blowjob he was always
OK. I stammered, "but, Dub?"
"Who?"
"Dub....."
"Do you know anyone named Dub, and little friend, if you do know anyone
named Dub, how would you be knowing him?" He cocked his head, squinted
his right eye, and looked at me inquisitively.
He then leaned back, tilted his head up, and roared with laughter, "You
think I did something to Dub? Dub is an alcoholic and a gambler. He owes
money left and right and the loan sharks are after him. The police know
all about Dub. You little shit, are you so dumb that you think I would
waste my time doing something to Dub?"
"I just got worried.....after Friday......." I stammered.
"Fucking nonsense. Get over here." He pulled me on his lap, hugged me
and gave me a deep tongue kiss. I melted in his arms and he patted me.
He then turned my face toward him and looked sternly at me and asked,
"have you been fucking around with Dub?"
"Sir, no, sir!"
"Has your old man been fucking you?"
"Sir, no sir!"
"You had better not be lying to me boy!"
I was very nervous whether the condom trick Dub had pulled on me would
count as "fucking around", but quickly convinced myself that since
there was no physical contact, there was no "fucking around." I hoped
he would agree if he ever found out.
I went home, wanting to believe that Bulldozer Man didn't have anything
to do with Dub's disappearance, but in my heart, I was not completely
sure. I did however feel content that Bulldozer Man was OK and that I
had had the chance to suck him off. I fell into a deep sleep and woke up
at noon.
I turned on the news and was elated! Dub had been found in Mexico! He had
actually been arrested for carrying drugs in his truck. Apparently he
needed money bad enough to try and smuggle a load of hashish back to the
US, but the Mexican police had intercepted him. I was so relieved, I got
a hardon. I went to my bedroom window and saw Bulldozer Man sitting at
his desk. I flashed him my hardon and he gave me a thumbs up sign in
return.
After the workers had all left, I went over to the trailer and found
Bulldozer Man sitting at his desk and talking on the phone. I got down
on my knees, undid his pants, freed his cock and started slurping on it
as he spoke. It was Dub's lawyer and he wanted some money from Bulldozer
Man to help Dub. He told the lawyer that Dub had received his paycheck
from last week and that was all the money Dub would see from him. The
call became quite aggressive and Bulldozer Man's testosterone was up
causing his cock to throb and pulse in my mouth. My hormones got caught
up in the frenzy and I pumped and sucked for all I was worth. Finally he
banged the receiver down, pulled my head down with both hands and face
fucked me roughly.
He stood up, pulled his clothes off, leaned on the desk and presented his
big, hairy, beefy ass to me. "Eat my ass, fagboy," he said gruffly and
I was more than happy to lick, kiss and suck his sweaty ass. I found his
hole and licked and teased. I was so horny that I fingered his hole
gently and inserted my middle finger. He hissed his appreciation and
leaned back on my finger and stroked his rock hard cock. I was shaking
with desire and was overtaken with passion.
I stood up, spit on my cock and teased his hole. I gently penetrated him
and pushed until I got resistance from his ring muscle. I pulled back
and pressed again and once more met resistance. I took the bold move to
try one of his tricks, smacked his ass cheek hard and simultaneously
plunged my cock through the muscle. "You fucking little pervert," he
moaned. I started pumping and the tightness of his hole around my hard
cock was heavenly. I knew I would have to pace myself or I would
immediately shoot. I mimicked his fucking style with long, strong
thrusts inward and a slower pulls outward. "Yeeea, fuck me boy," he
moaned. I hugged him from behind and rubbed my smooth chest against his
hairy back. I rubbed his hairy chest with my arms, landing them on his
nipples which I tweaked and pulled with vigor.
He began to push back on my cock and I increased the rhythm of my
fucking. I was like a wild man. The sensations in my cock and balls were
the most intense experience I have ever had. We kept it up with me
thrusting and him pushing back. My body started shaking involuntarily
and there was nothing I could do except explode into orgasm, I blasted
four to five ropes of cum in him. Wow! I had fucked Bulldozer Man! I had
never even fantasized about it, but was driven to it by sheer instinct.
I pulled my cock out and knelt before his hole and licked and sucked. He
pushed my cum out of his ass and I lapped it up eagerly. The mixture of
the flavors of my cum and his ass juice was nectar to me. I lapped it up
greedily, sending my tongue in for more.
He turned around, hoisted me up on the table on my back and thrusted his
cock into me, ignoring the pain it was causing me. He pulled all the way
out and plunged in again and again repeatedly. He held his hand on my
throat, spat into my mouth several times and leaned in and tongue fucked
my mouth while continuing his wild attack on my ass. My God! This fuck
only got better and better.
My brain was screaming with delight and I was moaning, panting and
writhing under his control. His face was red and his brow was wrinkled
with tension, I felt his cock explode in me and his burning hot cum
coated my bowels. He volleyed several more blasts into me and his body
relaxed on top of me. What a fuck! It had never been this intense. He
kissed me tenderly and I licked his lips, moustache and beard which had
been a fantasy of mine.
After we stood up, he asked me if I had ever fucked a man before. "Sir,
no, sir, I replied. He looked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Have
you been fucking your old man?"
"Sir, no, sir!"
"Did you fuck Dub?"
"Sir, no, sir!"
"You had better not be lying to me, boy!"
He tossed me a cigarette and a long neck Bud. Fuck, I felt like such a
man!
After I came home, I went to the bathroom and squeezed his cum out of my
ass and ate it as I jacked off reliving the whole experience!
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-6 | Date: Sat, 23 May 2020 20:39:24 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 6 (gay, adult youth) I had been to a relative's wedding with my parents for a few days and had not had the chance to meet Bulldozer Man. I was super horny and aching for his cock. We arrived home at two o'clock pm on a Friday and my parents were off again to a dinner party. I saw Bulldozer Man sitting at his desk and I stood naked before my bedroom window stroking my cock to get his attention. He grabbed his crotch in response and nodded, so I knew we had an appointment. At four o'clock pm, all the crew left and I went over and found Bulldozer Man loading some tools into a shed. "Hey there pussy boy, long time no see." He looked so good in a black tank top stained with sweat from his chest and underarms, his worn blue jeans and work boots. His hairy arms and shoulders glistened with sweat and this image caused my gym shorts to tent. i told him where we had been and that I was home alone if he wanted to come over for a beer by our pool. He agreed and told me he would be over in 10 minutes. I had him a longneck Bud ready when he arrived and he drank half of it in one swig. He sat on a reclining chair and put his feet up. I knelt at his feet and licked the top of his dusty work boots, feeling the dusty grit in my mouth. I slid one of them off and inhaled and sucked his sweaty sock, the sweat and hormones caused my cock to twitch. I licked his foot, toes and in between them to get all of the scent and pheromones. He sighed with pleasure and I took my time to service both of his feet. I fetched him more beer and knelt down, raised his arm up and examined his hairy, sweaty armpit. The smell was so sexy and the bushy, black hair glistened with sweat droplets. I dove in and licked and sucked all the sweat and chewed on his armpit hair, getting some of it in my mouth which I savoured and swallowed. I took his tank top off and inhaled its manly scent. I sucked on it to extract as much sweat as possible. I licked his chest and sucked on his nipples as he relaxed and moaned. He chugged a third Bud down as I licked his arms and hands. He pushed two fingers into my mouth and I sucked them eagerly. He pressed them down into my throat until I gagged and he did this several times as we both got turned on by my gag reflex. He looked into my eyes and told me he needed to piss. I led him to our outdoor shower by the pool that is concealed by almost full length walls and a door, but open to the sky. He shed his jeans, and I plunged my nose and mouth into his sweaty underpants, inhaling the wonderful scent and chewing on his semi-hard cock. I pulled his underpants off and again inhaled, chewed and sucked them. He chuckled and said, "You're a fucking little pervert." I looked up at him, smiled and kissed and sucked his cock head. He pushed it in my mouth, grabbed my head and slammed it down my throat, it swelled immediately, choking me. He pumped and face fucked me roughly. I pulled off to get some air and lovingly licked up and down the shaft and bit and chewed on his foreskin. I moved down and licked and sucked his hairy balls, licking behind them to reach his taint, all the time savouring the scent of cock, ball and ass sweat. I moved behind him and he leaned over supporting himself on the shower wall to give me access to his ass. I licked and kissed his ass cheeks, up and down his sweaty crack, the salty, sweaty taste of man driving me crazy. I was stroking my cock and my hole was twitching with desire. I found his hole, tongued the opening thoroughly and it caused him to shiver and moan. I tongue fucked his ass deeply, exalting in the warmness of his canal and the tangy flavor. I moved back around facing him, still on my knees with my mouth open. Even though his cock was hard, he started pissing a dark, yellow stream on me. I lapped as much as I could in my mouth and swallowed eagerly. It was musky and just what I expected from a hardworking man. He continued to drench me with his warm, pungent urine from head to two. After my body was thoroughly soaked, he pissed directly in my mouth and I swallowed and gargled as much as I could. Conservatively, he must have emptied a gallon of piss on me. He stood me up facing the wall and licked, sucked and tongue fucked my ass. I was shaking with more than desire for him to fuck me, I needed him to fuck me. He stood up and plunged his huge, rock hard cock in my ass. I was so desperate for his cock, I didn't even mind the pain the entry caused. He fucked me with long, hard strokes ramming deeper in my bowels each time. I moaned like an animal and urged him on, "fuck me deeper, daddy." "You fucking cockslut, take daddy's dick in your fucking pussy,....you little cockwhore.." he said i a deep, masculine voice. He said a lot of other things that I couldn't even take notice of, my head was humming with the pleasure signals from my ass. Each stroke was registered as a pure satisfaction. He was fulfilling my need for him to fuck me like a wild animal. Suddenly, he slapped my face, "answer me when I fucking ask you a question, faggot." I had enjoyed the slap so much I still didn't answer and he slapped me again. I apologized and he fucked me harder and started to slap my ass cheeks intensely. "You like that, fagboy?" I shook my head up and down. Slap! "Fucking answer me when I talk to you, you fucking cunt." I moaned "sir, yes, sir, i love it, spank me daddy." He pinched, twisted and severely tweaked my stiff nipples. I moaned and cried out in pleasure and pain, both signals being interpreted as positive in my brain. He was also enjoying it and his fucking contined in a fast and hard manner. "Stroke your cock, fagboy." I stroked my throbbing cock and I felt his entire body shake and could feel a deep rumble in his bals. He exploded load after load of hot cum in my ass. He kept on humping me until I also expounded in a massive orgasm. We stood there panting and heaving for air until his cock had shrunk itself out of my hole. He turned me around, hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply. Wow! What a turn on that was for me. We showered, soaping each other off and jumped into the pool. We horsed around for a long time and I fetched us beers and we sat in the shallow end drinking and smoking cigarettes. We didn't really say much to each other, but it felt like it was right. After a while, he fingered my hole, took my hand and put on his hard cock and nodded towards the recliner. I smiled and went to the recliner, laid face down and spread my legs. He laid on top of my and fucked me slowly, with long, even strokes, moaning with each. My hard cock was through a slot in the chair, so I could stroke along. I had never experienced this slow and easy type of fucking and soon found out that it gave the chance to relax almost all of the muscles in my body. I guess this must be how he fucks his wife, animal-like the first time and lovingly the second. He fucked until we both reached an intense orgasm. We laid back on the recliner, drank another beer and smoked a cigarette. Suddenly I saw a movement in the hedge to the building site next door. There stood Dub. I sat frozen. Bulldozer Man noticed and looked over. Dub approached us and said, "well, well, well, I thought you were just fucking that little pussy boy. I didn't know he was your girlfriend." Bulldozer Man jumped up and started running toward "Dub, I am going to fucking kill you." | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sat, 23 May 2020 20:39:24 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 6 (gay, adult youth)
I had been to a relative's wedding with my parents for a few days and
had not had the chance to meet Bulldozer Man. I was super horny and
aching for his cock. We arrived home at two o'clock pm on a Friday and
my parents were off again to a dinner party.
I saw Bulldozer Man sitting at his desk and I stood naked before my
bedroom window stroking my cock to get his attention. He grabbed his
crotch in response and nodded, so I knew we had an appointment.
At four o'clock pm, all the crew left and I went over and found
Bulldozer Man loading some tools into a shed. "Hey there pussy boy,
long time no see." He looked so good in a black tank top stained with
sweat from his chest and underarms, his worn blue jeans and work boots.
His hairy arms and shoulders glistened with sweat and this image caused
my gym shorts to tent. i told him where we had been and that I was home
alone if he wanted to come over for a beer by our pool. He agreed and
told me he would be over in 10 minutes.
I had him a longneck Bud ready when he arrived and he drank half of it in
one swig. He sat on a reclining chair and put his feet up. I knelt at
his feet and licked the top of his dusty work boots, feeling the dusty
grit in my mouth. I slid one of them off and inhaled and sucked his
sweaty sock, the sweat and hormones caused my cock to twitch. I licked
his foot, toes and in between them to get all of the scent and
pheromones. He sighed with pleasure and I took my time to service both
of his feet.
I fetched him more beer and knelt down, raised his arm up and examined
his hairy, sweaty armpit. The smell was so sexy and the bushy, black
hair glistened with sweat droplets. I dove in and licked and sucked all
the sweat and chewed on his armpit hair, getting some of it in my mouth
which I savoured and swallowed. I took his tank top off and inhaled its
manly scent. I sucked on it to extract as much sweat as possible. I
licked his chest and sucked on his nipples as he relaxed and moaned. He
chugged a third Bud down as I licked his arms and hands. He pushed two
fingers into my mouth and I sucked them eagerly. He pressed them down
into my throat until I gagged and he did this several times as we both
got turned on by my gag reflex.
He looked into my eyes and told me he needed to piss. I led him to our
outdoor shower by the pool that is concealed by almost full length walls
and a door, but open to the sky. He shed his jeans, and I plunged my
nose and mouth into his sweaty underpants, inhaling the wonderful scent
and chewing on his semi-hard cock. I pulled his underpants off and again
inhaled, chewed and sucked them. He chuckled and said, "You're a
fucking little pervert." I looked up at him, smiled and kissed and
sucked his cock head. He pushed it in my mouth, grabbed my head and
slammed it down my throat, it swelled immediately, choking me. He pumped
and face fucked me roughly. I pulled off to get some air and lovingly
licked up and down the shaft and bit and chewed on his foreskin.
I moved down and licked and sucked his hairy balls, licking behind them
to reach his taint, all the time savouring the scent of cock, ball and
ass sweat. I moved behind him and he leaned over supporting himself on
the shower wall to give me access to his ass. I licked and kissed his
ass cheeks, up and down his sweaty crack, the salty, sweaty taste of man
driving me crazy. I was stroking my cock and my hole was twitching with
desire. I found his hole, tongued the opening thoroughly and it caused
him to shiver and moan. I tongue fucked his ass deeply, exalting in the
warmness of his canal and the tangy flavor.
I moved back around facing him, still on my knees with my mouth open.
Even though his cock was hard, he started pissing a dark, yellow stream
on me. I lapped as much as I could in my mouth and swallowed eagerly.
It was musky and just what I expected from a hardworking man. He
continued to drench me with his warm, pungent urine from head to two.
After my body was thoroughly soaked, he pissed directly in my mouth and I
swallowed and gargled as much as I could. Conservatively, he must have
emptied a gallon of piss on me.
He stood me up facing the wall and licked, sucked and tongue fucked my
ass. I was shaking with more than desire for him to fuck me, I needed
him to fuck me. He stood up and plunged his huge, rock hard cock in my
ass. I was so desperate for his cock, I didn't even mind the pain the
entry caused. He fucked me with long, hard strokes ramming deeper in my
bowels each time. I moaned like an animal and urged him on, "fuck me
deeper, daddy."
"You fucking cockslut, take daddy's dick in your fucking pussy,....you
little cockwhore.." he said i a deep, masculine voice. He said a lot of
other things that I couldn't even take notice of, my head was humming
with the pleasure signals from my ass. Each stroke was registered as a
pure satisfaction. He was fulfilling my need for him to fuck me like a
wild animal. Suddenly, he slapped my face, "answer me when I fucking
ask you a question, faggot." I had enjoyed the slap so much I still
didn't answer and he slapped me again. I apologized and he fucked me
harder and started to slap my ass cheeks intensely. "You like that,
fagboy?" I shook my head up and down. Slap! "Fucking answer me when I
talk to you, you fucking cunt." I moaned "sir, yes, sir, i love it,
spank me daddy."
He pinched, twisted and severely tweaked my stiff nipples. I moaned and
cried out in pleasure and pain, both signals being interpreted as
positive in my brain. He was also enjoying it and his fucking contined
in a fast and hard manner. "Stroke your cock, fagboy." I stroked my
throbbing cock and I felt his entire body shake and could feel a deep
rumble in his bals. He exploded load after load of hot cum in my ass. He
kept on humping me until I also expounded in a massive orgasm. We stood
there panting and heaving for air until his cock had shrunk itself out of
my hole.
He turned me around, hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply. Wow! What a
turn on that was for me. We showered, soaping each other off and jumped
into the pool. We horsed around for a long time and I fetched us beers
and we sat in the shallow end drinking and smoking cigarettes. We
didn't really say much to each other, but it felt like it was right.
After a while, he fingered my hole, took my hand and put on his hard cock
and nodded towards the recliner. I smiled and went to the recliner, laid
face down and spread my legs. He laid on top of my and fucked me slowly,
with long, even strokes, moaning with each. My hard cock was through a
slot in the chair, so I could stroke along. I had never experienced this
slow and easy type of fucking and soon found out that it gave the chance
to relax almost all of the muscles in my body. I guess this must be how
he fucks his wife, animal-like the first time and lovingly the second.
He fucked until we both reached an intense orgasm.
We laid back on the recliner, drank another beer and smoked a cigarette.
Suddenly I saw a movement in the hedge to the building site next door.
There stood Dub. I sat frozen. Bulldozer Man noticed and looked over.
Dub approached us and said, "well, well, well, I thought you were just
fucking that little pussy boy. I didn't know he was your girlfriend."
Bulldozer Man jumped up and started running toward "Dub, I am going to
fucking kill you."
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-5 | Date: Wed, 13 May 2020 22:31:09 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 5 (gay, adult-youth) The next morning it was raining so all the workers were working inside constructing the house. I could see Bulldozer Man at his desk in the trailer shuffling papers and talking on the telephone and just seeing his muscular body made me hard. Fuck I was horny, Itook his and Jake's underwear out the plastic bags I was kept them in and sniffed and strocked my throbbing cock. I could still smell the mansweat, funk and testosterone and it fueled my lust for these two hunks. I put a cigar capsule, I had stolen from my dad had, up ass and pretended they were fucking me. Even if their underwear had been the same, I could still identify whose was whose from their scent. I stuffed Jakes's briefs down my throat until I gagged and shot a big load. In the afternoon, the rain stopped and I was able to spy on the workers as they pissed. Their big swinging dicks and their strong yellow streams made me long to be drenched in piss. Dub pissed about 5 times and took his time so that I got a good view each time. Damn his thick cock made me hard. Bulldozer Man stayed longer than the other workers so I thought this might be my cue to go over. Just as I was starting over, a red car pulled in and a hot blonde woman got out and went into the trailer. She was probably on her 30's, long hair, big tits and a nice figure accentuated by a tight black dress. Damn she was hot! I went back up to my bedroom to spy. Bulldozer Man and the blonde starting kissing and he was massaging her big breasts. It made me horny just to see them doing this. The blonde went down on her knees and unzipped Bulldozer Man's pants, took out his cock and started sucking him. He pulled her dress over her head, removed her bra and those big globes were freed. They were topped with two nicely protuding dark red nipples which Bulldozer pulled and pinched. He took all of his clothes off and laid her on the desk. I was now beating my cock raw. Suddenly he came over to the window, looked up toward my bedroom, waved for me to come over and then shut the blinds. I stuffed my hardon into some gym shorts and raced over there. I could hear the blonde moaning and I saw Bulldozer Man kneeling before her prostrate body on the desk, licking her shaved pussy. I almost creamed then. He stood up and pushed his hard, veiny cock into her pink pussy lips. She moaned deeply and looked over at me and said "who's the kid?" "Just a litte horny fuck who lives next door", replied Bulldozer Man. He fucked her for a few minutes more as I stroked the hardon in my gym shorts. "Want a turn you little fuck?", Bulldozer asked me? I was scared, but yes I wanted a turn. I was a little confused if I was to take a turn with her or be fucked by him. In any case, I wanted a turn! He took me by the neck and pulled me over to the blonde, pushed me on my knees and pressed my head into her hot pussy. I started licking and sucking her pussy. She was very clean and it tasted sweet. She was moaning and my cock was throbbing. Bulldozer Man stood beside her face and she started licking and sucking his magnificent cock. I reached up and started playing with her nipples as I had seen Bulldozer Man do and she loved it. I did to! I licked around her pink, swollen pussy lips and found what I guessed to be her clit. (I had read about that in the Penthouse Forum magazine I had hidden under my bed.) She started wriggling, moaning and begging for me to keep on licking her clit. I shared my tongue's attention between her clit and sticking it inside her canal. She started squealing, her hips bucking up and down and I had to move my head quickly to keep up. She let out one big moan and I could feel her warm juices running down on my tongue and I lapped it up. My mouth was covered in her juice which made my cock twitch. I looked over at Bulldozer Man and he had a big smile on his face. He had enjoyed watching me eat out my first pussy, and maybe he was surprised that I was also interested in women. He opened up a desk drawer and pulled out a condom in a wrapper and tossed it to me. "Go for it", he said with a big smile. I got the condom on and rubbed my dick over her pink pussy lips which caused her to spread her legs wide. I pushed my hard dick in her hot, wet cunt and it felt wonderful! My hips started instinctively pushing my dick in and pulling it out. Fuck, I was in heaven. Could it really feel better to fuck an ass? If so, it must be unbelievable as this was so magnificent! I leaned over her and started kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breasts and nipples. My cock was banging in and out I could feel my balls hit her thighs. All the time she was moaning and sucking Bulldozer Man's dick. Bulldozer Man moved over behind me, bent down and started licking my hole. Fuck! I was scared I would climax and this would all be over, so I soldiered through and tried with all my might not to shoot my load. He tongue fucked me for some time all the while I kept pumping away at the hot, juicy pussy before me. Everytime I would thrust forward, my ass muscles would clench onto Bulldozer Man's tongue in a sensation that was heavenly. Bulldozer Man stood up and started fingering my hole, again his finger being clinched every time I thrust into the blonde's dripping cunt. When I pulled back, his finger would plunge deeper into my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and put the head of his cock at my hole and started to push in. It was difficult with the movement of my fucking the blonde, so I stopped pumping for 30 seconds to let him enter. Fuck!, this felt great, my cock in a hot cunt and Bulldozer Man's thick, veiny cock in my ass. He started fucking me and as he pushed forward, it in turn pushed my cock forward into her pussy and we pulled back together in a concerted motion. I was about to pass out from sensory overload and from trying to keep from shooting my load at that moment. After a while, Bulldozer Man pushed and pulled on my body until we started fucking in a non-concerted manner. When I was pushing forward into her pussy, he was pulling his cock out of my ass and when I was pulling my cock out, he was pushing his cock in my hole. Man this gave a whole different sensation. My ass would clench his cock hard as he was pulling out and it increased the pleasure in my ass. Finally I could not hold my orgasm back any longer and I yelled out as I shot my load. Bulldozer Man just kept fucking me harder and harder and I collapsed onto the blonde. Bulldozer Man pulled me out of the blonde, pulled his cock out of my ass and moved in and started fucking the blonde. She was now really moaning as she was getting speared with his huge, thick cock. His balls were slapping her ass with a rhythmic sound that was a turn on. He leaned over and buried his face in her tits and licked and sucked. I was turned on watching Bulldozer Man's beefy ass cheeks clench and unclench with the fucking motion. I kneeled behind him and started to tongue his sweaty crack. I dove in and found his hole and teased it with my tongue before plunging it deep in him. He was now moaning along with the blonde. His musky crack and hole were an aphrodisiac to me and my cock was hard again. The blonde's pussy was good, but Bulldozer Man's ass was heaven. Bulldozer Man moved up on the table and was lying on top of the blonde fucking her. She was writhing and moaning and crying out "Fuck me, fuck me, harder, deeper" and he was! He turned around to where he was lying on his back and the blonde was facing away from him riding his cock. He put his knees up, which gave me a good view of his hole, balls and his dick as it moved in and out of her cunt. I dove in and started licking his ass, up to his balls and kept my tongue so that it could lick the shaft of his cock as it was moving in and out of her pussy. I licked further up and licked her clit while she was riding his cock. This drove her wild and she started screaming and twitching and she had an orgasm. Bulldozer Man pushed her down and fucked her in a missionary position like a madman until he came with a roar. I think the whole trailer was shaking from the movement of the desk and the vibrations of his roar. He slowly pulled his dick out of her pussy, grabbed me by the neck and pushed my face into her pussy as his cum started slowly oozing out. I licked it up with gusto and my cock was rock hard. He noticed my hardon and said "Get the fuck home and jack that fucker off". I dressed quickly and left, but I didn't go home. I came back and cracked the door enough to see the two of them fucking again. This time in a more intimate, but still animal like fuck. Damn! I wanted to be there with them too! (Comments via email are welcome) | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Wed, 13 May 2020 22:31:09 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 5 (gay, adult-youth)
The next morning it was raining so all the workers were working inside
constructing the house. I could see Bulldozer Man at his desk in the
trailer shuffling papers and talking on the telephone and just seeing his
muscular body made me hard.
Fuck I was horny, Itook his and Jake's underwear out the plastic bags I
was kept them in and sniffed and strocked my throbbing cock. I could
still smell the mansweat, funk and testosterone and it fueled my lust for
these two hunks. I put a cigar capsule, I had stolen from my dad had, up
ass and pretended they were fucking me. Even if their underwear had been
the same, I could still identify whose was whose from their scent. I
stuffed Jakes's briefs down my throat until I gagged and shot a big
load.
In the afternoon, the rain stopped and I was able to spy on the workers
as they pissed. Their big swinging dicks and their strong yellow streams
made me long to be drenched in piss. Dub pissed about 5 times and took
his time so that I got a good view each time. Damn his thick cock made me
hard.
Bulldozer Man stayed longer than the other workers so I thought this
might be my cue to go over. Just as I was starting over, a red car pulled
in and a hot blonde woman got out and went into the trailer. She was
probably on her 30's, long hair, big tits and a nice figure accentuated
by a tight black dress. Damn she was hot!
I went back up to my bedroom to spy. Bulldozer Man and the blonde
starting kissing and he was massaging her big breasts. It made me horny
just to see them doing this. The blonde went down on her knees and
unzipped Bulldozer Man's pants, took out his cock and started sucking
him. He pulled her dress over her head, removed her bra and those big
globes were freed. They were topped with two nicely protuding dark red
nipples which Bulldozer pulled and pinched.
He took all of his clothes off and laid her on the desk. I was now
beating my cock raw. Suddenly he came over to the window, looked up
toward my bedroom, waved for me to come over and then shut the blinds.
I stuffed my hardon into some gym shorts and raced over there. I could
hear the blonde moaning and I saw Bulldozer Man kneeling before her
prostrate body on the desk, licking her shaved pussy. I almost creamed
then. He stood up and pushed his hard, veiny cock into her pink pussy
lips. She moaned deeply and looked over at me and said "who's the
kid?" "Just a litte horny fuck who lives next door", replied
Bulldozer Man. He fucked her for a few minutes more as I stroked the
hardon in my gym shorts.
"Want a turn you little fuck?", Bulldozer asked me? I was scared, but
yes I wanted a turn. I was a little confused if I was to take a turn with
her or be fucked by him. In any case, I wanted a turn! He took me by
the neck and pulled me over to the blonde, pushed me on my knees and
pressed my head into her hot pussy.
I started licking and sucking her pussy. She was very clean and it tasted
sweet. She was moaning and my cock was throbbing. Bulldozer Man stood
beside her face and she started licking and sucking his magnificent
cock. I reached up and started playing with her nipples as I had seen
Bulldozer Man do and she loved it. I did to! I licked around her pink,
swollen pussy lips and found what I guessed to be her clit. (I had read
about that in the Penthouse Forum magazine I had hidden under my bed.)
She started wriggling, moaning and begging for me to keep on licking her
clit. I shared my tongue's attention between her clit and sticking it
inside her canal. She started squealing, her hips bucking up and down
and I had to move my head quickly to keep up. She let out one big moan
and I could feel her warm juices running down on my tongue and I lapped
it up. My mouth was covered in her juice which made my cock twitch.
I looked over at Bulldozer Man and he had a big smile on his face. He
had enjoyed watching me eat out my first pussy, and maybe he was
surprised that I was also interested in women. He opened up a desk
drawer and pulled out a condom in a wrapper and tossed it to me. "Go for
it", he said with a big smile. I got the condom on and rubbed my dick
over her pink pussy lips which caused her to spread her legs wide.
I pushed my hard dick in her hot, wet cunt and it felt wonderful! My hips
started instinctively pushing my dick in and pulling it out. Fuck, I was
in heaven. Could it really feel better to fuck an ass? If so, it must
be unbelievable as this was so magnificent! I leaned over her and
started kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breasts and nipples. My cock
was banging in and out I could feel my balls hit her thighs. All the
time she was moaning and sucking Bulldozer Man's dick.
Bulldozer Man moved over behind me, bent down and started licking my
hole. Fuck! I was scared I would climax and this would all be over, so I
soldiered through and tried with all my might not to shoot my load. He
tongue fucked me for some time all the while I kept pumping away at the
hot, juicy pussy before me. Everytime I would thrust forward, my ass
muscles would clench onto Bulldozer Man's tongue in a sensation that was
heavenly.
Bulldozer Man stood up and started fingering my hole, again his finger
being clinched every time I thrust into the blonde's dripping cunt. When
I pulled back, his finger would plunge deeper into my ass. He pulled my
cheeks apart and put the head of his cock at my hole and started to push
in. It was difficult with the movement of my fucking the blonde, so I
stopped pumping for 30 seconds to let him enter. Fuck!, this felt great,
my cock in a hot cunt and Bulldozer Man's thick, veiny cock in my ass.
He started fucking me and as he pushed forward, it in turn pushed my cock
forward into her pussy and we pulled back together in a concerted motion.
I was about to pass out from sensory overload and from trying to keep
from shooting my load at that moment.
After a while, Bulldozer Man pushed and pulled on my body until we
started fucking in a non-concerted manner. When I was pushing forward
into her pussy, he was pulling his cock out of my ass and when I was
pulling my cock out, he was pushing his cock in my hole. Man this gave a
whole different sensation. My ass would clench his cock hard as he was
pulling out and it increased the pleasure in my ass. Finally I could not
hold my orgasm back any longer and I yelled out as I shot my load.
Bulldozer Man just kept fucking me harder and harder and I collapsed onto
the blonde.
Bulldozer Man pulled me out of the blonde, pulled his cock out of my ass
and moved in and started fucking the blonde. She was now really moaning
as she was getting speared with his huge, thick cock. His balls were
slapping her ass with a rhythmic sound that was a turn on. He leaned
over and buried his face in her tits and licked and sucked.
I was turned on watching Bulldozer Man's beefy ass cheeks clench and
unclench with the fucking motion. I kneeled behind him and started to
tongue his sweaty crack. I dove in and found his hole and teased it with
my tongue before plunging it deep in him. He was now moaning along with
the blonde. His musky crack and hole were an aphrodisiac to me and my
cock was hard again. The blonde's pussy was good, but Bulldozer Man's
ass was heaven.
Bulldozer Man moved up on the table and was lying on top of the blonde
fucking her. She was writhing and moaning and crying out "Fuck me, fuck
me, harder, deeper" and he was! He turned around to where he was lying
on his back and the blonde was facing away from him riding his cock. He
put his knees up, which gave me a good view of his hole, balls and his
dick as it moved in and out of her cunt. I dove in and started licking
his ass, up to his balls and kept my tongue so that it could lick the
shaft of his cock as it was moving in and out of her pussy. I licked
further up and licked her clit while she was riding his cock. This drove
her wild and she started screaming and twitching and she had an orgasm.
Bulldozer Man pushed her down and fucked her in a missionary position
like a madman until he came with a roar. I think the whole trailer was
shaking from the movement of the desk and the vibrations of his roar. He
slowly pulled his dick out of her pussy, grabbed me by the neck and
pushed my face into her pussy as his cum started slowly oozing out. I
licked it up with gusto and my cock was rock hard. He noticed my hardon
and said "Get the fuck home and jack that fucker off".
I dressed quickly and left, but I didn't go home. I came back and
cracked the door enough to see the two of them fucking again. This time
in a more intimate, but still animal like fuck. Damn! I wanted to be
there with them too!
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-3 | Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 19:04:48 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 3 (gay, adult-youth) I woke up on Sunday morning to a boiling hot day. I stroked my morning wood thinking about how I lost my virginity to Bulldozer Man. How hot was that? To be able to be thoroughly fucked by such a stud and for my first time! I could still feel a little bit of the vaporub burn in my asshole and I teased my hole with my finger and I stroked my dick at a steady rhythm. I decided to hold off cumming to wait and see if Bulldozer Man might show up at the trailer later: I had breakfast with my parents and learned that they were going sailing with some of our relatives and that I was welcome to join. I told them I had plans and would see them at dinner when they returned. About 10:00 am I heard Bulldozer Man's Ford F-350 come roaring into the lot next door. My heart skipped a beat wondering if I could be lucky enough to be fucked again. I discreetly went over to the trailer and found him sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette. "What's up cunt boy?" he asked. "You sniffing around for some cock?" He tossed me a cigarette and I lit up and tried to inhale like a real grown up. He took off his work boot and tossed it over to me. "That get you hard boy?" I inhaled deeply and he could see my cock starting to tent my gym shorts. I licked inside the boot and the aroma and taste of the sweaty leather caused my cock to stand straight up. He went over and kneeled at his crotch. "Not so fast, fag boy, my feet need some attention today." He put his socked foot in my face and I pressed my nose and mouth against it. I sucked on the sweaty sock and my head spun with pleasure. I removed the sock and licked and sucked the soles of his foot, in between his toes and faced fucked myself with his hairy toes. He pressed the toes deep into my mouth and I started gagging. He loved this and pulled the back of my head and pressed his foot deeper. I gagged, coughed and vomited a little. He just took his foot slowly out of my mouth and made me lick my vomit up and swallow it. "It's too fucking hot in this trailer, let's go over to the basement in the house". The basement was dark, cool and damp. He pulled my clothes off and bent me over a workhorse and smacked my ass cheek. "Who you been fucking, boy? Your old man fucking you?" I shook my head no and he was not satisfied. He smacked my ass harder, "you been fucking yourself with a dildo or something?, Nobody takes a big dick like mine for the first time without squealing!" I quietly said "No one, yours was the first cock I sucked and you are the one who busted my cherry. He took his leather belt out of his jeans and whipped my ass with one hard smack. I squealed with pain. "Just like that faggot boy! If you had been a virgin, you would have whelped liked that when my dick busted your cherry." He moved over in front of me and slapped my face. I didn't whimper or move. He unzipped his pants and took his semi-hard cock out and started slapping my face with it. "Fucking cock whore, I think you are a lying cock whore." He had a semi and I started sucking his cock while still bent over the workhorse. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked up and down the veiny shaft and bobbed on the head. I put my tongue in the groove between his foreskin and cock and I licked and sucked his big hairy balls. My ass checks were spread out from leaning over the workhorse and I could feel the cool damp basement air on my hole and it started twitching. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I heard a voice behind me say. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped. Bulldozer Man also got a shock. I looked around and saw one of the other workers I had seen at the site. He was one of hot, older workers about 55, 6', 210 lbs. I had noticed before that his chest was covered with salt and pepper hair and he had a flat top haircut and a matching beard. My initial shock and increased heart beat started to decrease. I was also turned on because I remembered that when I watched him piss, his dick was uncut and very thick. "Dub, what the fuck are you doing here? Bulldozer Man asked. Dub responded, "Just drove back, saw your truck and wondered if everything was ok. Didn't know you were dipping your pecker in some boycunt, you gonna share?" Bulldozer Man looked at me and nodded questionly, I nodded in the affirmative. "Fuck man, you already own his assI can see it?" said Dub. "You can hang around for sloppy seconds", said Bulldozer Man. "Fuck yea, ain't nothing better than boycunt that's already been sauced up," said Dub. I was still leaning over the workhorse and Bulldozer Man took his semi-hard cock and smacked my face. I started sucking his cock. "Get him slicked up for me Dub" said Bulldozer Man. Dub came up behind me and slapped my ass hard and asked. "Has he ever been fucked?" "I tapped his ass yesterday and he claims he was a virgin, but I think his old man is fucking him" said Bulldozer Man. Dub took his belt off, gave me two sharp strikes on my ass and asked "Your old man fucking you boy?" With Bulldozer Man's cock still in my mouth, I answered no. Dub came up behind me and rammed his thick, manly middle finger as far as it would go. I winced and my ass bucked up. He moved his finger in a wide circular motion deep within me and stated "He ain't been fucked much" and then to me "How many times you been fucked boy?" I answered only once and pointed at Bulldozer Man. Dub then said "He ain't lying." He started to finger fuck my ass and Bulldozer Man started face fucking me hard. Even though Dub's finger hurt like hell, I was enjoying this moment and my dick stiffened up to a full hardon. "Look, he likes it, his clit is standing up" said Dub. Dub pulled his finger out, kneeled down and started licking my crack and hole with his thick, rough tongue and it was driving me crazy. His beard and moustache were scratching my ass and this was also a turn on. He pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket, licked it and started fucking me with the cigar. The rough brown tobacco stimulated my ass hole and my canal until I was squirming with delight. Bulldozer Man held my ears and face fucked me hard, his big hairy balls slapping my chin. I could smell the manly scent of his bush and balls. "Trade places with me Dub" said Bulldozer Man. Dub removed his clothes and stood before me with his beer can dick pointed at my mouth. Bulldozer Man was fingering my ass and stroking his own cock. He rubbed his big, veiny cock in my crack a few times, pointed the head at my hole and entered. At the same time, Dub pressed his thick cock in my mouth. It was so thick that I could hardly get my mouth around it. "Open up boy", Dub said and smacked my face hard. I opened up and Dub rammed his dick all the way in my mouth. The head of it was closing my throat. He pulled my head up and down until I could breath again and he started face fucking me hard. This was a totally new experience for me, both my mouth and my ass were being stimulated and I thought my brain would go into sensory overload. They spit roasted me in a way that when one of them thrusted inwards, it pressed either my mouth or my ass on to the other one's cock. Bulldozer Man reached around and started stroking my cock and clenching my balls roughly. They continued to fuck me for what seemed to be a very long time, I was lost in the ectasy of being spit roasted by these two hunks. I was trying not to cum so they wouldn't think I was a panty waist, but I was so close. Bulldozer Man's legs and body began to shake and he started fucking me faster and harder like a piston. He shot his hot load in my hole with a loud roar. Dub was chuckling and said he was ready for his sloppy seconds. I became concerned if I really could take Dub's beer can cock. Bulldozer Man came around and put his semi-hard cock, that was covered with my ass juice and his cum, in my face and I starting licking, sucking and greedily eating his cum. Dub pushed his thick monster at my hole. He tried to be rough and ram it in, but it wouldn't go. He massaged my ass checks and relaxed my hole until he could get the big head in. I could feel it stretching my hole and I was feeling pain but I was determined not to whimper. I was panting and sweating like crazy and wishing this would end. He pumped on and after a while, my ass adjusted to the size and I started to enjoy it. "Oh yea, jizzed up boy cunt, yea, you little fuck, take Dub's big pole". He leaned over me and started pulling at my nipples and slapping my ass. The mixture of pain, pleasure, excitement and horniness was overwhelming and I shot my load with a load moan. "Fucking cunt loves it", Dub said and then he shot his load with a series of grunts and I could feel blast after blast of hot cum filling m me up. " Been saving it up for 2 weeks", Dub said and I could believe him. I was pretty much draped over the worhorse I was so spent. I looked up and saw Bulldozer Man and Dub standing there with their masculine, hairy, bodies glistening in sweat and their cocks slowly deflating. Fuck I was horny again! Dub noticed and said "Fucking little cunt's horny again". Dub picked up the cigar and lit it and passed it to Bulldozer Man, who took a big drag, and handed it to me. I took a big drag and ended up coughing which they thought was really funny. Dub looked at me and said "Boy, you are all sweaty and dirty, I think you need a shower". They led me over to a part of the basement that was still dirt and Dub told me to kneel down. I thought they wanted me to suck them again, but they pointed their dicks at me and started to piss! Fuck! I was in heaven. They blasted me with two gallons of dark, musty piss! It went down over my head, I opened my mouth and drank it in greedily. They pissed on my chest and my throbbing cock and balls. Dub told me to get on all fours and at last they pissed on my hole. The feeling of their warm, manly piss pelting me and running down my body was so invigorating! I pumped my rock hard cock into a super orgasm. We got dressed and Dub left. Bulldozer Man tossed me a cigarette and I felt like a giant. "You remember what I said, you're ass belongs to me. Dub is going to be sniffing around your ass, I had better not hear you've been fucking him behind my back". "Sir, no, sir" I said. He looked at me and said "has your old man been fucking you, boy?" I shook my head no and he just nodded his head up and down. He tussled my hair and left. 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Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 19:04:48 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 3 (gay, adult-youth)
I woke up on Sunday morning to a boiling hot day. I stroked my morning
wood thinking about how I lost my virginity to Bulldozer Man. How hot
was that? To be able to be thoroughly fucked by such a stud and for my
first time! I could still feel a little bit of the vaporub burn in my
asshole and I teased my hole with my finger and I stroked my dick at a
steady rhythm. I decided to hold off cumming to wait and see if
Bulldozer Man might show up at the trailer later:
I had breakfast with my parents and learned that they were going sailing
with some of our relatives and that I was welcome to join. I told them I
had plans and would see them at dinner when they returned.
About 10:00 am I heard Bulldozer Man's Ford F-350 come roaring into the
lot next door. My heart skipped a beat wondering if I could be lucky
enough to be fucked again. I discreetly went over to the trailer and
found him sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette. "What's up cunt
boy?" he asked. "You sniffing around for some cock?" He tossed me a
cigarette and I lit up and tried to inhale like a real grown up. He took
off his work boot and tossed it over to me. "That get you hard boy?"
I inhaled deeply and he could see my cock starting to tent my gym shorts.
I licked inside the boot and the aroma and taste of the sweaty leather
caused my cock to stand straight up. He went over and kneeled at his
crotch. "Not so fast, fag boy, my feet need some attention today." He
put his socked foot in my face and I pressed my nose and mouth against
it. I sucked on the sweaty sock and my head spun with pleasure. I
removed the sock and licked and sucked the soles of his foot, in between
his toes and faced fucked myself with his hairy toes. He pressed the
toes deep into my mouth and I started gagging. He loved this and pulled
the back of my head and pressed his foot deeper. I gagged, coughed and
vomited a little. He just took his foot slowly out of my mouth and made
me lick my vomit up and swallow it.
"It's too fucking hot in this trailer, let's go over to the basement
in the house". The basement was dark, cool and damp. He pulled my
clothes off and bent me over a workhorse and smacked my ass cheek. "Who
you been fucking, boy? Your old man fucking you?" I shook my head no
and he was not satisfied. He smacked my ass harder, "you been fucking
yourself with a dildo or something?, Nobody takes a big dick like mine
for the first time without squealing!" I quietly said "No one, yours
was the first cock I sucked and you are the one who busted my cherry. He
took his leather belt out of his jeans and whipped my ass with one hard
smack. I squealed with pain. "Just like that faggot boy! If you had
been a virgin, you would have whelped liked that when my dick busted your
cherry."
He moved over in front of me and slapped my face. I didn't whimper or
move. He unzipped his pants and took his semi-hard cock out and started
slapping my face with it. "Fucking cock whore, I think you are a lying
cock whore." He had a semi and I started sucking his cock while still
bent over the workhorse. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked up
and down the veiny shaft and bobbed on the head. I put my tongue in the
groove between his foreskin and cock and I licked and sucked his big
hairy balls. My ass checks were spread out from leaning over the
workhorse and I could feel the cool damp basement air on my hole and it
started twitching.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I heard a voice behind me
say. My heart skipped a beat and I jumped. Bulldozer Man also got a
shock. I looked around and saw one of the other workers I had seen at
the site. He was one of hot, older workers about 55, 6', 210 lbs. I had
noticed before that his chest was covered with salt and pepper hair and
he had a flat top haircut and a matching beard. My initial shock and
increased heart beat started to decrease. I was also turned on because I
remembered that when I watched him piss, his dick was uncut and very
thick.
"Dub, what the fuck are you doing here? Bulldozer Man asked. Dub
responded, "Just drove back, saw your truck and wondered if everything
was ok. Didn't know you were dipping your pecker in some boycunt, you
gonna share?" Bulldozer Man looked at me and nodded questionly, I nodded
in the affirmative.
"Fuck man, you already own his assI can see it?" said Dub. "You can
hang around for sloppy seconds", said Bulldozer Man. "Fuck yea, ain't
nothing better than boycunt that's already been sauced up," said Dub. I
was still leaning over the workhorse and Bulldozer Man took his semi-hard
cock and smacked my face. I started sucking his cock. "Get him slicked
up for me Dub" said Bulldozer Man.
Dub came up behind me and slapped my ass hard and asked. "Has he ever
been fucked?" "I tapped his ass yesterday and he claims he was a
virgin, but I think his old man is fucking him" said Bulldozer Man. Dub
took his belt off, gave me two sharp strikes on my ass and asked "Your
old man fucking you boy?" With Bulldozer Man's cock still in my mouth,
I answered no. Dub came up behind me and rammed his thick, manly middle
finger as far as it would go. I winced and my ass bucked up. He moved
his finger in a wide circular motion deep within me and stated "He
ain't been fucked much" and then to me "How many times you been fucked
boy?" I answered only once and pointed at Bulldozer Man. Dub then said
"He ain't lying." He started to finger fuck my ass and Bulldozer Man
started face fucking me hard. Even though Dub's finger hurt like hell, I
was enjoying this moment and my dick stiffened up to a full hardon.
"Look, he likes it, his clit is standing up" said Dub.
Dub pulled his finger out, kneeled down and started licking my crack and
hole with his thick, rough tongue and it was driving me crazy. His beard
and moustache were scratching my ass and this was also a turn on. He
pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket, licked it and started fucking me
with the cigar. The rough brown tobacco stimulated my ass hole and my
canal until I was squirming with delight. Bulldozer Man held my ears and
face fucked me hard, his big hairy balls slapping my chin. I could smell
the manly scent of his bush and balls.
"Trade places with me Dub" said Bulldozer Man. Dub removed his clothes
and stood before me with his beer can dick pointed at my mouth.
Bulldozer Man was fingering my ass and stroking his own cock. He rubbed
his big, veiny cock in my crack a few times, pointed the head at my hole
and entered. At the same time, Dub pressed his thick cock in my mouth.
It was so thick that I could hardly get my mouth around it. "Open up
boy", Dub said and smacked my face hard. I opened up and Dub rammed his
dick all the way in my mouth. The head of it was closing my throat. He
pulled my head up and down until I could breath again and he started face
fucking me hard.
This was a totally new experience for me, both my mouth and my ass were
being stimulated and I thought my brain would go into sensory overload.
They spit roasted me in a way that when one of them thrusted inwards, it
pressed either my mouth or my ass on to the other one's cock. Bulldozer
Man reached around and started stroking my cock and clenching my balls
roughly. They continued to fuck me for what seemed to be a very long
time, I was lost in the ectasy of being spit roasted by these two hunks.
I was trying not to cum so they wouldn't think I was a panty waist, but
I was so close.
Bulldozer Man's legs and body began to shake and he started fucking me
faster and harder like a piston. He shot his hot load in my hole with a
loud roar. Dub was chuckling and said he was ready for his sloppy
seconds. I became concerned if I really could take Dub's beer can
cock. Bulldozer Man came around and put his semi-hard cock, that was
covered with my ass juice and his cum, in my face and I starting licking,
sucking and greedily eating his cum.
Dub pushed his thick monster at my hole. He tried to be rough and ram it
in, but it wouldn't go. He massaged my ass checks and relaxed my hole
until he could get the big head in. I could feel it stretching my hole
and I was feeling pain but I was determined not to whimper. I was
panting and sweating like crazy and wishing this would end. He pumped on
and after a while, my ass adjusted to the size and I started to enjoy it.
"Oh yea, jizzed up boy cunt, yea, you little fuck, take Dub's big
pole". He leaned over me and started pulling at my nipples and slapping
my ass. The mixture of pain, pleasure, excitement and horniness was
overwhelming and I shot my load with a load moan. "Fucking cunt loves
it", Dub said and then he shot his load with a series of grunts and I
could feel blast after blast of hot cum filling m me up. " Been saving
it up for 2 weeks", Dub said and I could believe him.
I was pretty much draped over the worhorse I was so spent. I looked up
and saw Bulldozer Man and Dub standing there with their masculine, hairy,
bodies glistening in sweat and their cocks slowly deflating. Fuck I was
horny again! Dub noticed and said "Fucking little cunt's horny
again". Dub picked up the cigar and lit it and passed it to Bulldozer
Man, who took a big drag, and handed it to me. I took a big drag and
ended up coughing which they thought was really funny.
Dub looked at me and said "Boy, you are all sweaty and dirty, I think
you need a shower". They led me over to a part of the basement that was
still dirt and Dub told me to kneel down. I thought they wanted me to
suck them again, but they pointed their dicks at me and started to piss!
Fuck! I was in heaven. They blasted me with two gallons of dark, musty
piss! It went down over my head, I opened my mouth and drank it in
greedily. They pissed on my chest and my throbbing cock and balls. Dub
told me to get on all fours and at last they pissed on my hole. The
feeling of their warm, manly piss pelting me and running down my body was
so invigorating! I pumped my rock hard cock into a super orgasm.
We got dressed and Dub left. Bulldozer Man tossed me a cigarette and I
felt like a giant. "You remember what I said, you're ass belongs to
me. Dub is going to be sniffing around your ass, I had better not hear
you've been fucking him behind my back". "Sir, no, sir" I said. He
looked at me and said "has your old man been fucking you, boy?" I
shook my head no and he just nodded his head up and down. He tussled my
hair and left.
I went back to spot where they had pissed on me and started lapping up
the puddles and stroked myself off........
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-4 | Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 23:44:24 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 4 (gay, adult youth) It had been several days since I had had an opportunity to meet Bulldozer Man as he left work at the same time as the other workers. As he predicted, Dub had been sniffing around for something to happen. He came to work early and left late and hung around the area where the workers took a piss. I really wanted to go over and suck him off, but I was afraid of jeopardizing my relationship with Bulldozer Man. One morning, I know that Dub saw me watching him. He put a condom on his dick, he stroked until he shot a big load of cum and carefully removed it, tied it in a knot and discreetly placed it under a bush. I had jacked off watching him imagining my lips around his man meat and swallowing his load. That evening after everyone had left, I retrieved his full condom and went into the porta john. The air was stifling and the smell was pungent and rank. However, just thinking about the studly workers sitting down on the toilet with their big dicks swinging made the place interesting. I pulled my pants down, sat on the toilet and started sucking Dub's filled condom, imagining that I was sucking his cock. I swallowed the condom downmy throat until I gagged and let it stay there until I threw it up with a handful of mucous. I licked and sucked on it while I stroked my cock. When I was getting close to shooting, I bit a hole in the condom and starting sucking Dub's cum into my mouth. The liquid was acridly sweet and thinking that this had come from Dub's balls caused me to blast into orgasm. I took the torn, empty condom and put it back where Dub had left it. One morning I woke up hearing Bulldozer Man's Ford F-350 pull into the lot next door. I rolled over to look out the window to get a good look at him so I could stroke my morning wood. He was not alone, out of the passenger side of the pick-up emerged a huge, black man. He was about 45 years of age, at least 6', 5", 230 lbs with a black tank top that showed off his bulging biceps and smooth, muscular pecs, worn jeans and dusty work boots. I jumped up in the bed to get a better look. My morning wood was serious now, but I waited to jack off. The entire day I was obsessed with watching Bulldozer Man and the Black Man. I had even forgotten to eat breakfast or lunch. I was crazy horny as I usually jack off multiple times during the day. After all the workers left, these two were still on the building site working. They went into the trailer and opened up a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer each. I sat like a sentinel watching and wondering what would happen. Bulldozer Man came out to the piss spot and hauled his cock out to take a piss. I stroked and yearned to have his piss and dick in my mouth. He looked over at our house and spotted me snooping. He jerked his head for me to come over and I bolted like a colt. He was still standing at the piss area when I got there and he said "Hey boy, you horny or have you jacked off all day looking at Jake?" I smiled and admitted having spied on him and the black man. "You interested?", he asked. "YES!", I answered a little too loud and a little too eager. "Go on in the office, I'll be there soon. I have to take shit." I went to the office and opened the door slowly. Jake was sitting at the desk and smoking a cigarette. He looked me over, took a swig of beer and said "You must be the fuckboy the boss told me about". I nodded and he said "Get over here boy, let me get a look at you." His huge pecs and biceps glistened with sweat and just being in his presence had caused my breathing rated to quicken and my cock to tent up my gym shorts. He motioned for me to take my clothes off and rubbed his big hands over my body, causing me to shake with desire. He pulled hard on my cock and balls and inserted his huge middle finger in my ass. I was trembling and thought I would shoot then and there. He removed his shirt, pulled me in for a hot tongue kiss and pulled my head down to the nipple attached to his hard defined pec. "Suck it boy!" He demanded and pressed my head toward the nipple. I took it in my mouth and could taste his manly, salty sweat. He rubbed my ass and again pushed his finger in my ass. "You been fucked much boy?" "Only three times", I answered. "We'll have to do something about that", he said and pushed his finger further in. I instinctively started to lick further down his body, feeling his six pack, and tasting his tangy sweat with my tongue. I knelt down between his legs and he removed his pants and underwear and sat back down in the chair. A huge, semi-hard, long, thick purple snake uncoiled in front of my face. It had to be over 9" long and 3" in diameter. I was mesmerized and just stared at it. "It's not going to suck itself motherfucker, get your lips on it", he said and pulled my head on his dick. I greedily started licking and sucking the big head and foreskin. "Yea, just like that you little cunt" he said and pushed my head further on his cock. I sucked and licked, putting my tongue in the groove between the head and foreskin. I tried diligently, but couldn't get more than � of that monster in my mouth. While I was still struggling to suck him, he leaned over me, teased and fingered my hole and I pressed my ass down to take his whole finger. "Fuck, you're a little ho", he laughed and finger fucked med roughly. He pushed my head down on his cock and I gagged and coughed, but finally got at least 80% of it in my mouth. My cheeks ached, but I started face fucking myself on his rock hard pole. "You're a fucking cock hound", he moaned as I was finally able to give him pleasure. He picked up and sat me on his lap facing him, I ran my hands over his muscular shoulders, biceps and pecs, I shuddered with desire for this man. He positioned me on my haunches and I felt his dickhead at the opening of my hole. Damn! I was scared at the thought of being impaled by his light pole, but also excited by such a huge cock. He told me to lower myself onto his rigid shaft. I slid down and felt the head open my hole. Pain shot through my body and he pressed my shoulders down forcing his cock deeper. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth and was clearly in pain. He shouted "Open your eyes, look at me, boy......open your mouth, he leaned over and spat in my mouth". I was totally turned on and I leaned in for more, he continued to spit, and started pinching and pulling my nipples roughly. It made me so horny that I slowly slipped further down on his cock feeling my bowels stretching out to accommodate his girth. Finally it was in, I don't know if his whole cock was in, but I was so full and horny that my cock throbbing like a metronome. He started fucking me and it felt like his cock was reaching all the way to my stomach. My body was bucking up and down and my head was rocking to and fro. I was on cloud 9. He was moaning "Fuck yea, ride that cock, do a little pole dance, feel it spit that tight pussy!" "Yea, daddy, fuck me, split my cunt open, split my cunt, fuuuuck!", I moaned. The office door opened and Bulldozer Man came in, unzipped his pants and took his veiny, uncut cock out and started to stroke it. "Ride that horsecock, boy!", he said in a deep voice. Jake stood up and I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from falling. He pumped his rigid cock in me harder for a couple of minutes and then pulled his cock out with a loud pop. He laid me on the desk on my stomach and pressed his dick in my ass again. His cock stretched my hole out again, and this time I moaned with pleasure. Bulldozer Man came over and offered me his now, rock hard cock and I sucked it eagerly into my mouth. Jake fucked me with a steady rhythm and the stimulation in my ass was incredible, he pressed further until I could feel his balls slapping my own balls. I had taken the whole thing in my ass! I licked and sucked Bulldozer Man and could smell his musty, masculine ball sweat, further increasing my sensual pleasure. They fucked me like a pendulum to and fro from one dick to the other. They looked at each other and Jake said "Yea?", and Bulldozer Man grunted "Yea!" In reply. They both, in unison, shot their loads into me . I could feel hot cum filling both my ass and my mouth. God, that felt heavenly! Jake pulled his dick out of my ass and stuck in my face so that I could lick and suck his cum. Bulldozer Man turned me over and sucked my cock which shot off almost immediately. He spit my cum on Jake's dick and I licked my own cum off Jack's semi-hard snake. I laid on the table totally spent while they dressed. Jake said he didn't believe that I had only been fucked three times before. Bulldozer Man just looked darkly at me.....and the left. As I was getting dressed, I found Jake's underwear on the floor. I picked it up, placed it over my nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the funky scent of his cock, balls and ass. Fuck! I couldn't wait to jack off to these! (Comments via email are welcome) | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 23:44:24 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 4 (gay, adult youth)
It had been several days since I had had an opportunity to meet Bulldozer
Man as he left work at the same time as the other workers. As he
predicted, Dub had been sniffing around for something to happen. He came
to work early and left late and hung around the area where the workers
took a piss. I really wanted to go over and suck him off, but I was
afraid of jeopardizing my relationship with Bulldozer Man. One morning,
I know that Dub saw me watching him. He put a condom on his dick, he
stroked until he shot a big load of cum and carefully removed it, tied it
in a knot and discreetly placed it under a bush. I had jacked off
watching him imagining my lips around his man meat and swallowing his
load.
That evening after everyone had left, I retrieved his full condom and
went into the porta john. The air was stifling and the smell was pungent
and rank. However, just thinking about the studly workers sitting down on
the toilet with their big dicks swinging made the place interesting. I
pulled my pants down, sat on the toilet and started sucking Dub's filled
condom, imagining that I was sucking his cock. I swallowed the condom
downmy throat until I gagged and let it stay there until I threw it up
with a handful of mucous. I licked and sucked on it while I stroked my
cock. When I was getting close to shooting, I bit a hole in the condom
and starting sucking Dub's cum into my mouth. The liquid was acridly
sweet and thinking that this had come from Dub's balls caused me to
blast into orgasm. I took the torn, empty condom and put it back where
Dub had left it.
One morning I woke up hearing Bulldozer Man's Ford F-350 pull into the
lot next door. I rolled over to look out the window to get a good look
at him so I could stroke my morning wood. He was not alone, out of the
passenger side of the pick-up emerged a huge, black man. He was about
45 years of age, at least 6', 5", 230 lbs with a black tank top that
showed off his bulging biceps and smooth, muscular pecs, worn jeans and
dusty work boots. I jumped up in the bed to get a better look. My
morning wood was serious now, but I waited to jack off.
The entire day I was obsessed with watching Bulldozer Man and the Black
Man. I had even forgotten to eat breakfast or lunch. I was crazy horny
as I usually jack off multiple times during the day. After all the
workers left, these two were still on the building site working. They
went into the trailer and opened up a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer each. I sat
like a sentinel watching and wondering what would happen.
Bulldozer Man came out to the piss spot and hauled his cock out to take a
piss. I stroked and yearned to have his piss and dick in my mouth. He
looked over at our house and spotted me snooping. He jerked his head for
me to come over and I bolted like a colt.
He was still standing at the piss area when I got there and he said "Hey
boy, you horny or have you jacked off all day looking at Jake?" I smiled
and admitted having spied on him and the black man. "You interested?",
he asked. "YES!", I answered a little too loud and a little too eager.
"Go on in the office, I'll be there soon. I have to take shit."
I went to the office and opened the door slowly. Jake was sitting at the
desk and smoking a cigarette. He looked me over, took a swig of beer and
said "You must be the fuckboy the boss told me about". I nodded and he
said "Get over here boy, let me get a look at you." His huge pecs and
biceps glistened with sweat and just being in his presence had caused my
breathing rated to quicken and my cock to tent up my gym shorts. He
motioned for me to take my clothes off and rubbed his big hands over my
body, causing me to shake with desire. He pulled hard on my cock and
balls and inserted his huge middle finger in my ass. I was trembling and
thought I would shoot then and there.
He removed his shirt, pulled me in for a hot tongue kiss and pulled my
head down to the nipple attached to his hard defined pec. "Suck it
boy!" He demanded and pressed my head toward the nipple. I took it in
my mouth and could taste his manly, salty sweat. He rubbed my ass and
again pushed his finger in my ass. "You been fucked much boy?" "Only
three times", I answered. "We'll have to do something about that", he
said and pushed his finger further in.
I instinctively started to lick further down his body, feeling his six
pack, and tasting his tangy sweat with my tongue. I knelt down between
his legs and he removed his pants and underwear and sat back down in the
chair. A huge, semi-hard, long, thick purple snake uncoiled in front of
my face. It had to be over 9" long and 3" in diameter. I was
mesmerized and just stared at it. "It's not going to suck itself
motherfucker, get your lips on it", he said and pulled my head on his
dick. I greedily started licking and sucking the big head and foreskin.
"Yea, just like that you little cunt" he said and pushed my head
further on his cock. I sucked and licked, putting my tongue in the
groove between the head and foreskin. I tried diligently, but couldn't
get more than � of that monster in my mouth.
While I was still struggling to suck him, he leaned over me, teased and
fingered my hole and I pressed my ass down to take his whole finger.
"Fuck, you're a little ho", he laughed and finger fucked med roughly.
He pushed my head down on his cock and I gagged and coughed, but finally
got at least 80% of it in my mouth. My cheeks ached, but I started face
fucking myself on his rock hard pole. "You're a fucking cock hound",
he moaned as I was finally able to give him pleasure.
He picked up and sat me on his lap facing him, I ran my hands over his
muscular shoulders, biceps and pecs, I shuddered with desire for this
man. He positioned me on my haunches and I felt his dickhead at the
opening of my hole. Damn! I was scared at the thought of being impaled by
his light pole, but also excited by such a huge cock. He told me to
lower myself onto his rigid shaft. I slid down and felt the head open my
hole. Pain shot through my body and he pressed my shoulders down forcing
his cock deeper.
I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth and was clearly in pain. He shouted
"Open your eyes, look at me, boy......open your mouth, he leaned over and
spat in my mouth". I was totally turned on and I leaned in for more, he
continued to spit, and started pinching and pulling my nipples roughly.
It made me so horny that I slowly slipped further down on his cock
feeling my bowels stretching out to accommodate his girth.
Finally it was in, I don't know if his whole cock was in, but I was so
full and horny that my cock throbbing like a metronome. He started
fucking me and it felt like his cock was reaching all the way to my
stomach. My body was bucking up and down and my head was rocking to and
fro. I was on cloud 9. He was moaning "Fuck yea, ride that cock, do a
little pole dance, feel it spit that tight pussy!" "Yea, daddy, fuck
me, split my cunt open, split my cunt, fuuuuck!", I moaned.
The office door opened and Bulldozer Man came in, unzipped his pants and
took his veiny, uncut cock out and started to stroke it. "Ride that
horsecock, boy!", he said in a deep voice. Jake stood up and I had to
wrap my legs around his waist to keep from falling. He pumped his rigid
cock in me harder for a couple of minutes and then pulled his cock out
with a loud pop. He laid me on the desk on my stomach and pressed his
dick in my ass again. His cock stretched my hole out again, and this
time I moaned with pleasure. Bulldozer Man came over and offered me his
now, rock hard cock and I sucked it eagerly into my mouth.
Jake fucked me with a steady rhythm and the stimulation in my ass was
incredible, he pressed further until I could feel his balls slapping my
own balls. I had taken the whole thing in my ass! I licked and sucked
Bulldozer Man and could smell his musty, masculine ball sweat, further
increasing my sensual pleasure.
They fucked me like a pendulum to and fro from one dick to the other.
They looked at each other and Jake said "Yea?", and Bulldozer Man
grunted "Yea!" In reply. They both, in unison, shot their loads into
me . I could feel hot cum filling both my ass and my mouth. God, that
felt heavenly!
Jake pulled his dick out of my ass and stuck in my face so that I could
lick and suck his cum. Bulldozer Man turned me over and sucked my cock
which shot off almost immediately. He spit my cum on Jake's dick and I
licked my own cum off Jack's semi-hard snake.
I laid on the table totally spent while they dressed. Jake said he
didn't believe that I had only been fucked three times before. Bulldozer
Man just looked darkly at me.....and the left.
As I was getting dressed, I found Jake's underwear on the floor. I
picked it up, placed it over my nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the
funky scent of his cock, balls and ass. Fuck! I couldn't wait to jack
off to these!
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-2 | Date: Mon, 4 May 2020 23:49:39 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 2 That night I laid in bed, took Bulldozer Man's underwear and inhaled deeply. His musky, masculine scent was strong and my cock sprang immediately to attention. I licked and chewed the material to extract his pungent essence which caused my cock to throb with the rhythm of my rapid heartbeat. I stuffed his underwear down my throat until my gag reflex kicked in and imagined it was his big veiny cock fucking me. My virgin hole started to twitch as I imagined him fingering me there. I oiled up my cock with baby oil and beat myself off, remembering him blasting his hot load in my mouth. I shot off a big load, most of which landed on my face. I imagined that it was him who had unloaded on my face and I spread the cum over my face and licked my fingers and fell asleep. The next morning my parents wanted me to accompany them to my great uncle's birthday party in a town about 3 hours away. I begged off saying that I had been invited to a friend's house. In reality, I wanted to go over to the trailer and jack off with Bulldozer Man's socks and work boots. About 10 minutes after my parents left, I heard a truck pull into the lot next door. I looked out and saw Bulldozer Man getting out of his Ford F-350 pickup. My heart skipped a beat and wondered what he was doing there on a Saturday. I watched as he went into the trailer and wondered if he had come back for his underpants. He went into the trailer, sat behind the desk, put his feet on the desk, unzipped his pants, pulled out his monster cock and started beating his meat. My cock shot up like it was spring loaded. Once he was rock hard he walked over to the window and stroked in full sight of my window. I raced over to the trailer as fast as lightning. I slowly opened the door and peered in. He was back with his feet up on the desk, smoking a cigar and stroking his magnificent cock. I timidly crept in and he put his feet on the floor. I kneeled before him and greedily sucked his cock in my mouth. "Aaah, fuck yea, suck daddy's cock boy, aaah yeeah,, swallow that fucker down, boy". I bobbed up and down on his cock and pressed my head down until I felt the big head in my throat. I gagged, but it drove me on to face fuck myself hard on his pole while he continued to drag on the cigar. He stood up and removed his clothes and I salivated, staring at his strong hairy pecs, hard stomach, his hardon framed by a big black bush of hair, and two plum-sized hairy balls. He pushed his hardon flat against his stomach and said "get on them balls boy". I sucked and licked his warm, furry, full balls. It was a turn on to think that these held the hot spunk that was going to be my reward. He had clearly taken a bath earlier in the day, but his balls were still coated in a film of masculine mansweat. "Yea boy, suck those full nuts. I was so excited that my own cock tented my gym shorts. He pulled my t-shirt and gym shorts off, sat me on the desk, took his seat and started sucking my rock hard cock. I was so excited I shot my load in his mouth. He pulled me onto his lap, kissed me and fed me my own sperm. Fuck, I was immediately horny again. He directed my head to his nipples and I sucked and licked. "Bite those nips, boy" and I complied, "fuck yea, harder" and he smacked the back of my head to show me he meant business. I bit harder and he leaned his head back and moaned. He was playing with his other nipple and I moved over and worked on that nipple too. This caused his dick to throb and it was exciting to see my efforts having such a strong effect on him. He raised his right arm and pushed my face into his furry pit. "Dig into that pit boy" and I pressed my face into the sweaty bush of hair, inhaling his fresh mansweat and masculine deodorant. I moved over to his left pit and continued to lick and suck his pheromones out that caused my body and my cock to tremble. I thought I would come again. I moved back to nursing his nipples and he started to finger my hole. Just feeling his big, manly finger there caused me to jump with excitement. He licked his fingers, spat a big glob into his hand and seriously started to tease my hole. My ass was squirming for his cock. He pushed his middle finger in and slowly swirled it around, I thought my head would explode with pleasure and I panted and moaned like a bitch in heat. He moved the finger slowly in and out, loosening everything up. He continued until he had three fingers in. He did it so slowly gently that I never experienced any pain. He laid me on my back across the desk and pressed his steel rod at the tip of my hole. He pushed in slowly but steadily, I could feel my canal expand with the sheer volume of his giant cock. I could feel when he broke through the anal ring, but there was a minimum of pain and I barely whimpered a little. "You sure you're a virgin, boy." "Sir, yes, sir" I answered. "Don't lie to me boy!" He said and smacked me across the face roughly. "Sir, no, sir, I have never been fucked before. He seemed satisfied with the answer and started to pump his cock in my ass. The senasation of pleasure was incredible, I squirmed and moaned, "yes, yes, fuck me Daddy, fuck me harder." He pumped hard, pulled his dick all the way out and thrust it in again. "Yea, Daddy, like that, do it again". He pulled completely out and thrust in again repeatedly. It was like being fucked for the first time with each inward thrust. I couldn't last any longer and on the next inward thrust I moaned deep and loud and shot my load on the desk. Bulldozer Man pulled his dick out, turned me around on my knees and started to fuck me doggy style. "Now I'll show you how a cock slut like you needs to be fucked." He thrust his cock in hard and fucked in and out roughly and relentlessly pounding my ass. His strong arm had to hold my around my waist or he would have thrusted me off the end of the desk. He was like a raging bull out of control. His big plum-sized balls slapped against mine creating a hypnotic smacking sound. He slapped my ass cheeks until they were read and stinging and I was enjoying his rough dominant manner. My cock got hard again and I was in ecstasy. "You're hornier than a fucking two dollar whore, you little cunt. Who's your Daddy?" "You're my Daddy, fuck me Daddy!" He slapped my ass hard and fucked me even harder. "Tell me who fucked you before, there's no way a horny, little cunt like you is a virgin. Your old man fuck you at home boy?" "Sir, no, sir, you are the first. I swear to God!" I was so turned on now I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts just to be fucked harder. I was damn surprised myself that I loved it so much He piled drove me for about twenty more strokes, started moaning, trembling and fired his hot load into me with a mighty roar. He collapsed, panting, into his chair and pulled me on to his lap. He held his hand under my hole, put his other arm around my waist and squeezed his cum out of my ass. He put his hand up to my mouth and fed me his cum. I lapped it up eagerly knowing that it had been shot out of his balls and into my ass with his mighty cock. He held me in his arms and tenderly kissed me. He took a container of Vicks Vaporub out of his desk, took a small film on his middle finger and smeared it on my hole and inserted the finger in a little. "Now you'll remember this fuck for a few hours." "Now I've got to get home and fuck the wife" He dressed and left me with my burning ass. I was on cloud 9, I had my first fuck and it was Bulldozer Man! Fuck, the vaporub on my ass made me horny again." (*Feedback via email is appreciated) | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Mon, 4 May 2020 23:49:39 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 2
That night I laid in bed, took Bulldozer Man's underwear and inhaled
deeply. His musky, masculine scent was strong and my cock sprang
immediately to attention. I licked and chewed the material to extract
his pungent essence which caused my cock to throb with the rhythm of my
rapid heartbeat. I stuffed his underwear down my throat until my gag
reflex kicked in and imagined it was his big veiny cock fucking me. My
virgin hole started to twitch as I imagined him fingering me there. I
oiled up my cock with baby oil and beat myself off, remembering him
blasting his hot load in my mouth. I shot off a big load, most of which
landed on my face. I imagined that it was him who had unloaded on my
face and I spread the cum over my face and licked my fingers and fell
asleep.
The next morning my parents wanted me to accompany them to my great
uncle's birthday party in a town about 3 hours away. I begged off
saying that I had been invited to a friend's house. In reality, I
wanted to go over to the trailer and jack off with Bulldozer Man's socks
and work boots.
About 10 minutes after my parents left, I heard a truck pull into the lot
next door. I looked out and saw Bulldozer Man getting out of his Ford
F-350 pickup. My heart skipped a beat and wondered what he was doing
there on a Saturday. I watched as he went into the trailer and wondered
if he had come back for his underpants.
He went into the trailer, sat behind the desk, put his feet on the desk,
unzipped his pants, pulled out his monster cock and started beating his
meat. My cock shot up like it was spring loaded. Once he was rock hard
he walked over to the window and stroked in full sight of my window. I
raced over to the trailer as fast as lightning. I slowly opened the door
and peered in. He was back with his feet up on the desk, smoking a cigar
and stroking his magnificent cock.
I timidly crept in and he put his feet on the floor. I kneeled before him
and greedily sucked his cock in my mouth. "Aaah, fuck yea, suck
daddy's cock boy, aaah yeeah,, swallow that fucker down, boy". I
bobbed up and down on his cock and pressed my head down until I felt the
big head in my throat. I gagged, but it drove me on to face fuck myself
hard on his pole while he continued to drag on the cigar.
He stood up and removed his clothes and I salivated, staring at his
strong hairy pecs, hard stomach, his hardon framed by a big black bush of
hair, and two plum-sized hairy balls. He pushed his hardon flat against
his stomach and said "get on them balls boy". I sucked and licked his
warm, furry, full balls. It was a turn on to think that these held the
hot spunk that was going to be my reward. He had clearly taken a bath
earlier in the day, but his balls were still coated in a film of
masculine mansweat. "Yea boy, suck those full nuts.
I was so excited that my own cock tented my gym shorts. He pulled my
t-shirt and gym shorts off, sat me on the desk, took his seat and started
sucking my rock hard cock. I was so excited I shot my load in his
mouth. He pulled me onto his lap, kissed me and fed me my own sperm.
Fuck, I was immediately horny again.
He directed my head to his nipples and I sucked and licked. "Bite those
nips, boy" and I complied, "fuck yea, harder" and he smacked the back
of my head to show me he meant business. I bit harder and he leaned his
head back and moaned. He was playing with his other nipple and I moved
over and worked on that nipple too. This caused his dick to throb and it
was exciting to see my efforts having such a strong effect on him.
He raised his right arm and pushed my face into his furry pit. "Dig
into that pit boy" and I pressed my face into the sweaty bush of hair,
inhaling his fresh mansweat and masculine deodorant. I moved over to his
left pit and continued to lick and suck his pheromones out that caused my
body and my cock to tremble. I thought I would come again.
I moved back to nursing his nipples and he started to finger my hole.
Just feeling his big, manly finger there caused me to jump with
excitement. He licked his fingers, spat a big glob into his hand and
seriously started to tease my hole. My ass was squirming for his cock.
He pushed his middle finger in and slowly swirled it around, I thought my
head would explode with pleasure and I panted and moaned like a bitch in
heat. He moved the finger slowly in and out, loosening everything up.
He continued until he had three fingers in. He did it so slowly gently
that I never experienced any pain.
He laid me on my back across the desk and pressed his steel rod at the
tip of my hole. He pushed in slowly but steadily, I could feel my canal
expand with the sheer volume of his giant cock. I could feel when he
broke through the anal ring, but there was a minimum of pain and I barely
whimpered a little. "You sure you're a virgin, boy." "Sir, yes,
sir" I answered. "Don't lie to me boy!" He said and smacked me
across the face roughly. "Sir, no, sir, I have never been fucked before.
He seemed satisfied with the answer and started to pump his cock in my
ass. The senasation of pleasure was incredible, I squirmed and moaned,
"yes, yes, fuck me Daddy, fuck me harder." He pumped hard, pulled his
dick all the way out and thrust it in again. "Yea, Daddy, like that, do
it again". He pulled completely out and thrust in again repeatedly. It
was like being fucked for the first time with each inward thrust. I
couldn't last any longer and on the next inward thrust I moaned deep and
loud and shot my load on the desk.
Bulldozer Man pulled his dick out, turned me around on my knees and
started to fuck me doggy style. "Now I'll show you how a cock slut
like you needs to be fucked." He thrust his cock in hard and fucked in
and out roughly and relentlessly pounding my ass. His strong arm had to
hold my around my waist or he would have thrusted me off the end of the
desk. He was like a raging bull out of control. His big plum-sized
balls slapped against mine creating a hypnotic smacking sound. He
slapped my ass cheeks until they were read and stinging and I was
enjoying his rough dominant manner.
My cock got hard again and I was in ecstasy. "You're hornier than a
fucking two dollar whore, you little cunt. Who's your Daddy?"
"You're my Daddy, fuck me Daddy!" He slapped my ass hard and fucked
me even harder. "Tell me who fucked you before, there's no way a horny,
little cunt like you is a virgin. Your old man fuck you at home boy?"
"Sir, no, sir, you are the first. I swear to God!" I was so turned on
now I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts just to be fucked
harder. I was damn surprised myself that I loved it so much
He piled drove me for about twenty more strokes, started moaning,
trembling and fired his hot load into me with a mighty roar. He
collapsed, panting, into his chair and pulled me on to his lap. He held
his hand under my hole, put his other arm around my waist and squeezed
his cum out of my ass. He put his hand up to my mouth and fed me his
cum. I lapped it up eagerly knowing that it had been shot out of his
balls and into my ass with his mighty cock.
He held me in his arms and tenderly kissed me. He took a container of
Vicks Vaporub out of his desk, took a small film on his middle finger and
smeared it on my hole and inserted the finger in a little. "Now you'll
remember this fuck for a few hours." "Now I've got to get home and
fuck the wife"
He dressed and left me with my burning ass. I was on cloud 9, I had my
first fuck and it was Bulldozer Man! Fuck, the vaporub on my ass made me
horny again."
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bulldozer-man/bulldozer-man-1 | Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 20:13:55 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 1 (gay, adult-youth) Back in the early 1980's, when I was 13-14 years old, I was about 5', 8", 165 lbs. I had grown some hair around my pubes and in my armpits, but not much else. I was constantly horny and jacked off multiple times a day to control my raging hormones. Be it my own imagination, the underwear section of the Sear's catalog or a porno magazine I was able to score, I was beating my meat raw. I knew that I was attracted to both men and women, and when I first realized that I was also attracted to men, it was confusing and scary, but the pleasure I got from fantasizing about either pussy or dick, soon soothed my fears. It was about the last 2 weeks of the school year and one morning I was awakened at 6 am by a bull dozer clearing the vacant lot next to our house. A house was apparently going to be built there. I was annoyed that I was awakened so early, but my morning hardon got even harder when I saw the hunky bulldozer driver. He was in his early 40's, 6', 1", 210 lbs with a nice hard body from his physical labor, and a bushy black beard. He looked hot in his yellow hardhart, faded jeans, armless flannel shirt that was open, and his big yellow, worn work boots. His muscular chest was covered in a mat of black hair, two perky pink nipples poked out of the mat and there was a big nest of black hair in his armpits. I stroked my morning wood watching his muscles flex while maneuvering the big bulldozer, tweaked my nipples and fingered my virgin hole until I came with a new intensity. I repeated this every morning for the next two weeks until the lot was cleared and the hole was dug for the foundation of the house. Waking up on my first day of summer vacation, I was excited to be able to lie in bed and watch the hunky builder, but no one was at the site. I was disappointed but managed to rub my morning wood out by just imagining the bulldozer driver. A couple of days later, the building crew arrived and set up a trailer office at the edge of the lot beside our house and a little further along a porta-john. Hunky bulldozer driver was now apparently the leader of a crew of about 10 men. Most of them were also hot, muscular construction guys ranging from about 30 to 55 years of age. I sat and salivated and pulled on my cock most of the day as they framed the house. From my bedroom window, I had a good view into the trailer office, where I could watch hunky bulldozer man leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk talking on the phone or smoking a cigar. I could see he had a big bulge in his jeans and every once in a while he would scratch or adjust himself and my cock would rise. As the weather was hot, if they needed to piss, they did not use the porta john but rather came over to some bushes at the edge of our lot, hauled out their big cocks and pissed away. I found out that if I sat at a very specific angle in our living room, I could see their dicks as they pissed. I sat there hours on end just to jack off as I watched them. Finally, one day, Hunky Bulldozer man came over to the spot. My pulse and breath quickened at the thought of getting to see his cock. He did not disappoint. He hauled at an 8 inch, massive, veiny uncut cock out and pissed. He must have drained a gallon of piss, as I had time to beat myself off and cum as he was shaking the final drops off. That night, I went over to the spot and could smell the manly aroma of their stale urine. It made me so hot I got down on my knees, starting jerking my cock, inhaling deeply and imagining I was sucking and choking on hunky bulldozer man's thick cock. I leaned down to the damp spot, inhaled deepy. My cock shot a huge load and I just laid there exhausted. Later that night, I was horny again, so I snuck over to the trailer office to look through the windows. I found that the door was actually unlocked and crept in. It had a musty smell of man sweat, cigarette smoke and there were calendars of naked women hanging on the walls. I imagined hunky bulldozer man looking at these and stroking his big cock. Under his desk I found a pair of mud-crusted work boots and damp socks. Fuck, my heart raced as I picked up the boots and inhaled the aroma of his mansweat and leather. The socks were still damp and I clamped them over my nose and mouth and breathed deeply. I sucked on the part of the socks that held the toes and could taste his mansweat. My cock was rock hard and I pumped away to the scent of those boots and socks and had another massive orgasm. I wanted to steal the socks, but thought better of it. That night in bed, I couldn't get those socks out of my mind and jacked myself off again before falling asleep. The next day was a Friday, so I knew I had to maximize my viewing since they would not be working on the weekend I sat and watched them all day, flexing their sweaty muscles as they worked and draining their thick cocks when they had to piss. I don't know how many times I jacked off. After work, they sat together and drank beer and before they left at least 4 of them stood together and pissed. My heart throbbed and I could feel the blood thumping in my forehead as I jacked off watching them piss at the same time, dreaming that I could be kneeling there while they pissed on me and afterwards sucked them off one by one. I pumped my rock hard cock to a strong blast. They soon all left the worksite. After dinner, I went over to the piss spot again, inhaled and licked the spot where the 4 had pissed. The dirt I licked up was full of their acrid piss and I extracted as much flavor out as I could. The taste went straight to my brain and my dick stiffened. Fuck I was horny, but I wanted to hold off to cum util I had seen if hunky bulldozer man's boots and socks were still in the trailer. The trailer was unlocked and I went in. There, in the ashtray on bulldozer man's desk, was a big cigar stub that was still damp where he had chewed on it. I took it in my mouth, sat in his chair with my feet on this desk and licked, sucked and face fucked myself with the cigar. His boots and socks were under the desk and I inhaled a sock while I sucked on the cigar and started to jack my cock. I was in heaven, sitting there with the sensation of the bulldozer man's big cigar in my mouth, the manly aroma of the socks and my hand stroking my rock hard cock. My eyes were closed and I was in my own world. I wanted this moment to last forever! "Ahem!" I heard and opened my eyes and there standing before me was hunky bulldozer man! I jumped up out of the seat ready to run, but he took his big hairy arm and pushed me back in the chair and held me there. "So you are the horny little fuck who watched me take a piss the other day", he stated and asked at the same time. I was scared shitless and couldn't answer. "Are you a faggot cocksucker, boy?" he asked. I was going to answer that I had never sucked a cock, but the only words that would come out were "Not yet". He laughed and I relaxed a little sensing that he was not going to beat the shit out of me or haul me over to my parents and tell them what I had done. "So, you are looking to suck a cock?" he asked and I sheepishly nodded in the affirmative. "Answer me when I speak to you boy!" he said groughly. "Yes sir" I managed to say with my voice cracking a bit. "Do you want to suck my cock, boy?" "Sir, yes sir" I managed to say remembering that is what I had seen them do in the movie "Green Berets". He slowly unzipped his jeans revealing his white Hanes briefs that were starting to tent with his growing cock. I got down on my knees before him and sniffed and sucked on his cock through the briefs. The manly, musky scent of mansweat, piss and maybe cum wafted up to my brain and my cock, which has shrivelled to nothing before, stiffened up. "You are a horny litlte fuck" he said and pulled his briefs down, allowing his big veiny, uncut cock to spring free directly in my face. I didn't need any further encouragement or orders, I started licking his cock and foreskin and he started stroking my hair. Feeling the first real cock filling my mouth had me flying high. The skin was soft, but the flesh was hard and I could feel the veins on my lips. I sucked it in as far as I could and there was. probably 25% still left outside of my mouth. He massaged my throat with his hands and pressed his dick further in until it was in my throat. I was getting a gag reflex which was a real turn on for me. I was gagging and coughing but was determined not to let his dick out of my throat. I got used to it and he started face fucking me, slowly at first and building up to a fast and hard rhythm. "Fuck yea, take Daddy's cock boy, suck it, deeper" he moaned and I bobbed up and down on that cock for all I was worth. So many things were passing through my mind and I couldn't believe that I was on my knees sucking this hunk's huge cock. I had dreamed about this moment so many times. My heart was racing, my cock was throbbing and feeling the heat and power of this man was almost overwhelming. "Stroke your cock, son" he said and I obeyed. I knew I wasn't going to last long. His legs started to tremble, "are you ready for Daddy's load?". With his big cock fucking my face at max speed, I managed to mumble "Sir, yes sir" and he blasted his hot lava load in my mouth and down my throat. I blasted my load immediately and his spunk was spewing out of the sides of my mouth as well. I was coughing and gagging but still sucking every drop his spunk I could get. He was spent and sat in his office chair, lit a cigarette and passed one to me. I had never smoked a cigarette before, but thought it was cool that he was treating me like a man. He told me that this should be our secret and no one should ever know. I agreed, but was a little disappointed that it may be the only time he would let me suck his dick, but then he continued, "you are my cocksucker now, and you are to promise me that you won't fuck around with anyone else, unless I say so". I was so relieved that it sounded like he wanted more, I quickly agreed. When he started to pull his underwear up, we discovered that when I had shot my load, it had landed in his underwear. He took it off and threw it under the desk, zipped his pants up and with a nod said "see you later, boy". Fuck I was on cloud 9! I had sucked my first cock and it was hunky bulldozer man's!! On my way out, I reached under the desk, picked up the underwear, inhaled deeply and took it with me.... (Feedback via email is appreciated) | <div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page">
Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 20:13:55 +0200
From: Hm Gf <[email protected]>
Subject: Bulldozer Man, Part 1 (gay, adult-youth)
Back in the early 1980's, when I was 13-14 years old, I was about 5',
8", 165 lbs. I had grown some hair around my pubes and in my armpits,
but not much else. I was constantly horny and jacked off multiple times
a day to control my raging hormones. Be it my own imagination, the
underwear section of the Sear's catalog or a porno magazine I was able
to score, I was beating my meat raw. I knew that I was attracted to both
men and women, and when I first realized that I was also attracted to
men, it was confusing and scary, but the pleasure I got from fantasizing
about either pussy or dick, soon soothed my fears.
It was about the last 2 weeks of the school year and one morning I was
awakened at 6 am by a bull dozer clearing the vacant lot next to our
house. A house was apparently going to be built there. I was annoyed
that I was awakened so early, but my morning hardon got even harder when
I saw the hunky bulldozer driver. He was in his early 40's, 6', 1",
210 lbs with a nice hard body from his physical labor, and a bushy black
beard. He looked hot in his yellow hardhart, faded jeans, armless
flannel shirt that was open, and his big yellow, worn work boots. His
muscular chest was covered in a mat of black hair, two perky pink nipples
poked out of the mat and there was a big nest of black hair in his
armpits. I stroked my morning wood watching his muscles flex while
maneuvering the big bulldozer, tweaked my nipples and fingered my virgin
hole until I came with a new intensity.
I repeated this every morning for the next two weeks until the lot was
cleared and the hole was dug for the foundation of the house. Waking up
on my first day of summer vacation, I was excited to be able to lie in
bed and watch the hunky builder, but no one was at the site. I was
disappointed but managed to rub my morning wood out by just imagining the
bulldozer driver.
A couple of days later, the building crew arrived and set up a trailer
office at the edge of the lot beside our house and a little further along
a porta-john. Hunky bulldozer driver was now apparently the leader of a
crew of about 10 men. Most of them were also hot, muscular construction
guys ranging from about 30 to 55 years of age. I sat and salivated and
pulled on my cock most of the day as they framed the house. From my
bedroom window, I had a good view into the trailer office, where I could
watch hunky bulldozer man leaning back in his chair with his feet on the
desk talking on the phone or smoking a cigar. I could see he had a big
bulge in his jeans and every once in a while he would scratch or adjust
himself and my cock would rise.
As the weather was hot, if they needed to piss, they did not use the
porta john but rather came over to some bushes at the edge of our lot,
hauled out their big cocks and pissed away. I found out that if I sat at
a very specific angle in our living room, I could see their dicks as they
pissed. I sat there hours on end just to jack off as I watched them.
Finally, one day, Hunky Bulldozer man came over to the spot. My pulse
and breath quickened at the thought of getting to see his cock. He did
not disappoint. He hauled at an 8 inch, massive, veiny uncut cock out
and pissed. He must have drained a gallon of piss, as I had time to beat
myself off and cum as he was shaking the final drops off. That night, I
went over to the spot and could smell the manly aroma of their stale
urine. It made me so hot I got down on my knees, starting jerking my
cock, inhaling deeply and imagining I was sucking and choking on hunky
bulldozer man's thick cock. I leaned down to the damp spot, inhaled
deepy. My cock shot a huge load and I just laid there exhausted.
Later that night, I was horny again, so I snuck over to the trailer
office to look through the windows. I found that the door was actually
unlocked and crept in. It had a musty smell of man sweat, cigarette
smoke and there were calendars of naked women hanging on the walls. I
imagined hunky bulldozer man looking at these and stroking his big cock.
Under his desk I found a pair of mud-crusted work boots and damp socks.
Fuck, my heart raced as I picked up the boots and inhaled the aroma of
his mansweat and leather. The socks were still damp and I clamped them
over my nose and mouth and breathed deeply. I sucked on the part of the
socks that held the toes and could taste his mansweat. My cock was rock
hard and I pumped away to the scent of those boots and socks and had
another massive orgasm. I wanted to steal the socks, but thought better
of it. That night in bed, I couldn't get those socks out of my mind and
jacked myself off again before falling asleep.
The next day was a Friday, so I knew I had to maximize my viewing since
they would not be working on the weekend I sat and watched them all day,
flexing their sweaty muscles as they worked and draining their thick
cocks when they had to piss. I don't know how many times I jacked off.
After work, they sat together and drank beer and before they left at
least 4 of them stood together and pissed. My heart throbbed and I could
feel the blood thumping in my forehead as I jacked off watching them piss
at the same time, dreaming that I could be kneeling there while they
pissed on me and afterwards sucked them off one by one. I pumped my rock
hard cock to a strong blast. They soon all left the worksite.
After dinner, I went over to the piss spot again, inhaled and licked the
spot where the 4 had pissed. The dirt I licked up was full of their
acrid piss and I extracted as much flavor out as I could. The taste went
straight to my brain and my dick stiffened. Fuck I was horny, but I
wanted to hold off to cum util I had seen if hunky bulldozer man's boots
and socks were still in the trailer.
The trailer was unlocked and I went in. There, in the ashtray on
bulldozer man's desk, was a big cigar stub that was still damp where he
had chewed on it. I took it in my mouth, sat in his chair with my feet
on this desk and licked, sucked and face fucked myself with the cigar.
His boots and socks were under the desk and I inhaled a sock while I
sucked on the cigar and started to jack my cock. I was in heaven,
sitting there with the sensation of the bulldozer man's big cigar in my
mouth, the manly aroma of the socks and my hand stroking my rock hard
cock. My eyes were closed and I was in my own world. I wanted this
moment to last forever!
"Ahem!" I heard and opened my eyes and there standing before me was
hunky bulldozer man! I jumped up out of the seat ready to run, but he
took his big hairy arm and pushed me back in the chair and held me
there. "So you are the horny little fuck who watched me take a piss the
other day", he stated and asked at the same time. I was scared shitless
and couldn't answer. "Are you a faggot cocksucker, boy?" he asked.
I was going to answer that I had never sucked a cock, but the only words
that would come out were "Not yet". He laughed and I relaxed a little
sensing that he was not going to beat the shit out of me or haul me over
to my parents and tell them what I had done.
"So, you are looking to suck a cock?" he asked and I sheepishly nodded
in the affirmative. "Answer me when I speak to you boy!" he said
groughly. "Yes sir" I managed to say with my voice cracking a bit.
"Do you want to suck my cock, boy?" "Sir, yes sir" I managed to say
remembering that is what I had seen them do in the movie "Green
Berets".
He slowly unzipped his jeans revealing his white Hanes briefs that were
starting to tent with his growing cock. I got down on my knees before
him and sniffed and sucked on his cock through the briefs. The manly,
musky scent of mansweat, piss and maybe cum wafted up to my brain and my
cock, which has shrivelled to nothing before, stiffened up. "You are a
horny litlte fuck" he said and pulled his briefs down, allowing his big
veiny, uncut cock to spring free directly in my face.
I didn't need any further encouragement or orders, I started licking his
cock and foreskin and he started stroking my hair. Feeling the first
real cock filling my mouth had me flying high. The skin was soft, but
the flesh was hard and I could feel the veins on my lips. I sucked it in
as far as I could and there was. probably 25% still left outside of my
mouth. He massaged my throat with his hands and pressed his dick further
in until it was in my throat. I was getting a gag reflex which was a
real turn on for me. I was gagging and coughing but was determined not to
let his dick out of my throat. I got used to it and he started face
fucking me, slowly at first and building up to a fast and hard rhythm.
"Fuck yea, take Daddy's cock boy, suck it, deeper" he moaned and I
bobbed up and down on that cock for all I was worth. So many things were
passing through my mind and I couldn't believe that I was on my knees
sucking this hunk's huge cock. I had dreamed about this moment so many
times. My heart was racing, my cock was throbbing and feeling the heat
and power of this man was almost overwhelming.
"Stroke your cock, son" he said and I obeyed. I knew I wasn't going
to last long. His legs started to tremble, "are you ready for Daddy's
load?". With his big cock fucking my face at max speed, I managed to
mumble "Sir, yes sir" and he blasted his hot lava load in my mouth and
down my throat. I blasted my load immediately and his spunk was spewing
out of the sides of my mouth as well. I was coughing and gagging but
still sucking every drop his spunk I could get.
He was spent and sat in his office chair, lit a cigarette and passed one
to me. I had never smoked a cigarette before, but thought it was cool
that he was treating me like a man. He told me that this should be our
secret and no one should ever know. I agreed, but was a little
disappointed that it may be the only time he would let me suck his dick,
but then he continued, "you are my cocksucker now, and you are to
promise me that you won't fuck around with anyone else, unless I say
so". I was so relieved that it sounded like he wanted more, I quickly
agreed.
When he started to pull his underwear up, we discovered that when I had
shot my load, it had landed in his underwear. He took it off and threw
it under the desk, zipped his pants up and with a nod said "see you
later, boy".
Fuck I was on cloud 9! I had sucked my first cock and it was hunky
bulldozer man's!! On my way out, I reached under the desk, picked up
the underwear, inhaled deeply and took it with me....
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/day-of-the-dead/day-of-the-dead-1 | Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 14:28:53 EDT
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead
This is a fiction story about a fictional story.
If anyone saw the horror movie "Day of the Dead". There was a moment in that
movie that a guy gropes himself . and i have always gotten turned on by it.
anyhoo... I hope you like this sexual version... No gore , just sex...
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Day of the Dead
I was hiding in the mall after hell broke lose. I was being questioned for
an item they thought I had stolen. I was in the security offices when we heard
the crashing. The guy told me to wait here and left the office. He never came
back. Them I heard screaming and all sorts of mêlée. I watched at the
security camera in horror as people were attacking each other. Then I noticed some
of the attackers looked awful. And they were eating the people they attacked.
I wanted to get outta there. Then I turned on the TV they had there. The
news was talking about it on every channel.
"The Dead have risen"
Then I heard moans and someone rushing through the halls outside. I rushed
and locked the door. Then a few moments later there was banging on the door
and a gurgled moan. Then more banging. Then I heard more coming down the hall.
I looked at the monitor and saw those things entering the hall. How did they
know I was here. Then as I looked back at the TV. I saw the news station
being attacked. The anchorman screamed as several of these things jumped him and
started to chew on his head. Then I saw it up close as one came towards the
camera. His face was half missing and bone and sinew shone through the torn
skin. It was indeed the living dead. Then I looked back at the door and the
monitors.
"That door wont hold" I told my self.
I pushed the desk in front of it to slow them down. But it began to buckle.
I had to get out of there. I looked round the room then noticed the air vent.
I pulled it opened. It was just big enough to let my thin frame through. I
crawled in and put the cover back just as the door gave. It splintered as hands
groped through to get inside. I turned to crawl through the maze of the air
shaft. I don't know where I was going, making turns left, then right, then
left again. I was just hoping it would lead me out of here. I could hear the
echoes of moans and screams in the vents. It was frightening. I reached a
junction where I could go either forward , left , right or up. I stood to look up.
There was a grid above me and sky but it was a good 15 feet up. I had to try
so I gripped the sides of the passage and pressed my body tightly to the
walls and slowly crawled up the vent. Then I heard load moaned in the vents,
drawing closer.
"Shit" I said aloud.
"They are in the vents."
After a good 20 minutes or so I reached the grate above me. I heard someone'
s echoed sniffing and looked down to see one of those things below me. It was
smelling for me somehow. I stayed perfectly still where I was. It looked up
at the silhouette of my frame and started to try and climb up.
"Shit"
I cried out and started to hit at the grate to get it open. I finally was
able to crawl out of the grate and I was on the roof. I could hear him below
moaning and scratching to get to me. I looked out to see people just lumbering
around with no purpose.
"What the fuck was going on" I shouted.
Down below the lumbering people heard my shout and looked up. The y started
to come towards my direction. I noticed some of them were missing arms and
looked like street rats. Was everyone under this possession of sorts. I didn't
know, and I really didn't know where to go from here. I was on the roof of a
mall and with no where to go but down. I backed away from the crowd that was
gathering below. I turned and walked towards the grate I came out of. The
thing was gone for I didn't here his scratching anymore. I walked around the
large roof trying to see if I could figure a way down. I found the door to get
back down. But was too scared to open it. what if there was someone coming up
the landing below. Then I realized one of those things could find me here. So
I had to barricade the door from anyone opening it. so I found a large pipe
and jammed it against the door.
I don't remember how long I had been there but I must have nodded off
sometime. I woke under the fenced air unit covered in a tarp. It was apparently the
following morning already by my watch.
'Shit'. And I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I got up
and walked around the roof. I looked over the edge and there was still the
zombie type people walking aimlessly about. I surely could stay here all night
again. So I loosened the pipe holding the door and grabbed a smaller one as a
weapon. I slowly and quietly opened the door. I stepped down and saw no one.
I made my way down into the upper halls of the mall. I didn't see anyone.
The place seemed deserted. So I headed for the food court where there was still
food there from last night and I started to eat. As I was chewing on some
cookies I heard a sound in the distance. Something had fallen over. Then I saw
the, the strange possessed people were rushing down the hall. Their moans
filling the empty corridors. I grabbed the bag full of food I had grabbed and
rushed back towards the entrance to the roof. They saw me and came at me
faster. Then as I turned a corridor there was a lone one by the door to the roof.
He turned and came at me. I saw one of his eyes was hanging from its socket. I
was going to turn but saw the crowd rushing my way. I turned and confronted
him. He grumbled at me, that's when I saw his throat was partly gone. I held
my hand to my mouth to keep from throwing up. Then I gripped my pipe and
swung hard as I could. It struck the side of his head and snapped his neck. It
just flopped over on his shoulders but he still reached for me. I rushed past
him and ran up the landing. Slamming the door to the roof behind me. I wedged
the large pipe back against it. holding my weapon waiting to see if they
could break through the door. They did bang on it for hours it seemed but could
not get through. They eventually gave up and I was forced to stay yet another
night there. I had at least procured a radio and a cell phone that was laying
around to see if I could contact anyone. The radio had sporadic news
broadcasts that were there one moment and gone the next. Something about the dead
coming back to life and feeding on the living. I was there 2 more days before I
heard the helicopter. It was coming over the houses to the south. I grabbed
the bag I had and swung it too and fro to get there attention. They must have
seen me because they came toward the mall.
"Are you alright" came a Jamaica voice.
They landed on the roof and out came a black man and a haggard looking guy
with a beard.
They introduced themselves as Byron (black guy) and Phillips (white guy).
Byron was slim with a goatee. i glanced at him quickly and noticed a slight
bulge in his pants. 'typical black man' i thought. so i figured at least there
was a dick to gawk at. Phillip was just too much a mess to look at. he grabbed
at the tin by his side and took a drink.
"Come on" Said Byron with his Jamaican voice.
"We get you outta here"
So we took off and headed over the city. The city was in ruins. I could see
fires in areas, yet no firefighters to stop them. Cars were crashed all along
many highways. And there was the wandering zombies everywhere.
"So where we goin" I asked.
"Only safe place left" he replied.
"Old missile silo outside o town"
it took but 20 minutes to get there but it was near the everglades. I saw
crowds of the dead trying to get past the large gates. Put to no avail.
"That's the only way in" Philips said.
Byron landed on the air pad near the silo opening. He grabbed the walkie
talkie. And opened a channel.
"Torres we are back. We found a survivor. Open de gate man"
Then I saw the ground open up and a platform rise up. We stepped onto it and
were lowered down underground. When we got to the bottom, there were some
military types there. Their commander came up to me and immediately asked if I
had been bitten.
"No why" I questioned.
"Because if you get bitten you become one of them" he growled.
"Do you have military training" was his next question.
"No" I answered
"What's going on out there"
There was a big burly guy standing behind his commander. He answered.
"Haven't you heard. The dead walk" He looked at me with an evil look as he
chewed on his cigar.
"I don't know why you brought him Byron. He's no use to us." The commander
said.
"Lets go Steele" he said as he patted the big guy.
"Okay Cpt Rhodes" He answered.
I watched the big hunky man walk away. Peered at his big ass and my cock
twitched. Then two doctors came in, a woman and a man with a goatee. She
introduced herself as Sarah and his name escapes me at the moment.
The next morning I was shown the facilities. Where the bathroom was and such.
"Doesn't it bother you being the only woman here" I asked Sarah
"I'm not worried" She said.
It was obvious she was sleeping with another man I met, Salazar. He seemed a
bit unstable. Probably unable to cope with the situation. I was passing by
there room that evening and heard her moaning. I listened at the door and they
were obviously having sex. I quietly peered in and saw him on his back and
his about 6 inch cock sliding in to her pussy. I closed the door and turned to
see Rickles coming up behind me. He was a short stumpy soldier who was always
hanging round Steele.
"Are they fuckin again" he laughed.
"Lucky bastards the only one getting some here."
He grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. then walked past me. I took a quick
look at his beefy ass. He turned as I looked the other way. Then he stopped at
the door at the end of the hall and called out.
"Hey come back this way I wanna show you the corral"
Being curious as I was I followed. We went out to a storage area, past some
military jeeps and munitions. Then we were at and area where the other doctor
was and the big hunk Steele was on a scaffold. There was that weird moaning
of the zombies behind the `corral'. Steele looked down at me and smiled
again.
"Come to see the corral, have ya"
Beyond the corral was tunnels that must have gone on for miles. Steele
called out to the zombies in the tunnel and the moaning grew.
"What's he doing" I asked with fear.
Steele looked down at me and flipped his cap around and said.
"See sonny. We have to capture one of these fucks so that the doctor can
study them."
"Yeah, freakin doctor Frankenstein" laughed Rickles.
Near the gate to the corral was Torres. He was actually very good looking.
Soft brown hair and beard. I imagined I could have sex with him. He smiled at
me and I smiled back. Looks like there was someone here for me after all.
Figuring now that mankind was kinda fucked and there may be no gays left. I had
to get sex wherever I could get it. I heard moans and saw shadows coming in
from the deep caves that extended from the corral. I moved back once I saw the
zombies in the cave beyond the barrier that they (the army) had put up.
Steele climbed up on the higher level with a long metal rod in his hands. Sarah
had shown up with her lover and started to tell Steele that he needed to
collect another "sample" from the corral for the doctors experiments. There was an
exchange of words. She called him a Neanderthal or a cave man or something
to that nature. Rickles commented saying.
"Yeah but cave men got big dicks" he laughed as he grabbed his crotch.
The small lump indicated a small dick. Then Steele laughed loudly as the
zombies came to the wall reaching for him.
"Maybe this zombie bitch wants a big dick too" he said.
He laughed and groped at his own cock through his military gear.
"Here have some big cave man cock"
I looked at what was a sizeable lump in his trousers. My cock twitched in my
own pants. It would figure that the biggest asshole had the biggest dick. He
told Salazar to help him with the "sample" Salazar grabbed the rod and
looped it round the zombie and pulled her in. he really hated doing this because
of fear of the `things' but he had to follow Steele's orders or get his ass
kicked. Steele was after all a really big guy. After he pulled the zombie
through the pen the rod slipped from his hands and the zombie ran towards the
closest person. Torres. She attacked him and torn a chunk outta his neck. There
was a commotion and Steele pull out his revolver and shot it in the head. I
looked in horror at the scene.
"It's the only way to kill em'" Rickles said.
Torres was now on the floor bleeding profusely.
"Kill me" He cried.
Steele bitterly pulled the trigger and killed his friend. Sarah said that
once your bit the "infection" courses through and you become one of them. I
looked as Steele hugged his fallen friend. Then he turned and glared at
Salazar. Got up and rushed him.
"I'm gonna fuckin kill you" He growled.
"You pussy bastard. Torres is dead because of you"
It took several people to restrain him from killing Salazar. I intently
looked at his big cock bouncing in his pants. I was starting to get turned on by
this big dude.
I had gone back to the little room where I was situated in. I sat there on
the cot thinking about my loved ones. Were they still alive , or had the dead
gotten them. I assumed they were dead now. Because from what I had heard from
Rickles. All major cities and areas around had fallen to the dead within
hours. Yet there was no explanation as to why? Then my mind wondered to watching
Steele grope himself. The fat lump of cock meat he held got my dick
twitching again. I found myself groping at my own dick in response. Then remembered
Sarah getting fucked by Salazar. Imagined Steele's big cock fucking her
instead of Salazar. Then imagined it was me instead getting fucked by him. The
moaning that would ensue filled my head. My dick was raging now as I longed to
get fucked by the big stud. I ended up dozing off for a few hours. When I woke
my watch said it was after midnight. I decided to go explore the place as I
was bored all to hell. I passed Sarah's room and listened for any noise. It was
quiet so I moved on. I walked into the lounge and saw Rickles was up.
"Hey" I said.
"What are you doin up so late man?"
"My watch" he replied.
"Someones gotta stay up at all times. What about you?"
"Hungry. Wheres the galley?"
He pointed me in the right direction and i headed that way. i had turned to
ask him something else when i noticed he was looking at my ass. So i turned
and just kept walkin. I saw Cpt Rhodes sittin there and eating a sandwich.. I
said hey. he just glowered up at me like i just disturbed him..
'Asshole' i thought to myself.
But tryin to be cordial i asked.
"Do you know what started all this Captain Rhodes..?"
"Hell if i fukkin know. we havent been able to contact anyone. For all I
know everyone is fukking dead"
"Okay..."
I quietly finished my snack and left. i looked back to see there were tears
in his eyes.
walked back down the hall. In the distance i could hear the creatures
groaning. I turned a corner and slammed into Rickles. literally.
"Fuck, shit" he bellowed.
"Watch where the fuck you are goin man"
"Sorry" I said...
He dropped his gun and i reached down to pick it up.
"Here..". I started to say as i picked it up to hand it to him..
But he plainly grabbed my ass.
"Its alright boy. " He said.."just jumpy here. but ..."
"Get yer hand off my ass buddy" I said
"You sure you dont like it man. saw yours eyed widen when Steele crabbed his
crotch."
I tried to protest. .. "I..."
"Its alright man.. we've been down here for months." He said.
"Some of us are real horny and with Sarah being the cold Bitch she is we
have to find ways of pleasuring ourselves. "
"You have me wrong... " i tried to say..
"Yeah rite." he said.
" He does have a huge dick you know. except Sara, Salazar and that wacko
doctor. we've all had to take that fat log. the fukker is mean when he is horny.
and now w/ Torres dead. we need a new ass. cuz its the only one i got to
fuk.. and Steele really loved that boys hole"
He then grabbed at my crotch. which was already twitchin.
"Nice dick boy..feels big "
Since i was no longer protesting he pulled me into a storage room that was
nearby. He immediately got down on his knees and pulled my dick from my pants.
i seconds he was sucking me down his mouth. my protests disappeared when his
warm tongue danced on my awakening shaft. He was very good at sucking dick,
that is for sure. for within minute i was hard. i heard him moaning below me
as he slobbered over my hardening shaft.
"Great dick" he said as he pulled off it for a breath.
Then went back to work. he pulled down my pants and released my now aching
balls. his hand rubbed at them gingerly. his expert sucking was pulling me
closer and closer to the brink when he pulled off me. cold air rushed around my
hard 7 incher. he gazed at it and kissed the tip.
"Nice and meaty cock man" he said.
But he got up and started to pull at his own pants. i knew what he wanted
already. but was a little upset that he stopped sukking me.
"Now get over here and suck my dick boy" he commanded.
His dark uncut cock flopped out from his opened pants. Ok i figured. i
needed a dick soon anyways, so i got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. A
little small but it would have to do. after a few minutes, he was moaning. he
grabbed at my head and started to fuck my face with his 6 inch cock. i too
pulled down his pants and grabbed for his dark fur covered nuts. nice size, i
thought. so would be rewarded with a healthy dose of cum when he shot. then
after another few minutes of my suckin on him. i did as he done to me. pulled
his hard dick from my mouth.
"Hey, why stop?" he asked.
"You were doin so fukkin good there"
I finished removing my pants, turned around on all four and presented him my
ass.
"Well, you wanted to fuck someone right"
I said as my hand pulled at my cheeks to get them apart.
He looked at my hairy hole with lust. and before i said another word, his
face dove for my ass. i felt his bearded face at me in an instant. his hungry
tongue dug into my hole madly as he slobbered over my pucker. i heard his
drooling and munching on my ass. it felt so damned good. i could wait to feel his
cock buried deep in my ass. he was ravenous for me as he continued to eat
away at my hole. and he was awesome at this too. i squirmed form the expert
tonguing he was giving my pucker and loved when his tongue dug into me every few
moments. my cock was rock hard from his assault on my hole.
"Yes baby" i cried.
"Thats sooo damn good. eat out my pussy dude. get it ready for that hard
fukkin cock of yours."
After several minutes of my chewin on his cock he said it was time for some
fuckin.
He pushed me to the floor and mounted my ass.
"Come on stud" I said.
"Climb on board and fukk my pussy"
He needed ho more coaxing as he shoved his rock hard cock into my ass.
"Uuggghnn" I moaned as he slammed all 6 inches into me.
"Yeah stud" i groaned.
"Nice cock ya got there. Now fuk me good man"
He started a slow methodical fuk. in then out and again, and again. Feeling
my expert ass sukking in his cock. gripping it tightly, milking it.
I began to grind back into him. telling him to fuk harder. he gripped my
sides and started to speed up his plowing. his balls slapped against my ass
repeatedly. i reached below and grabbed at them. i rubbed and pulled on them to
get his cum out of them.
"Yeah stud. great cock. keep fukking me deeper man. i want you to breed my
ass good man.'
he just moaned his response.
He started to pound on my hole now. his excitment had taken him over. My
talented asshole grinding into his hairy crotch, my hands rubbing at his balls.
i wanted and needed his cum.
"Yeah stud" i called out.
"Fuck that pussy good. fill me with your seed dude"
I began to stroke my own cock. i wanted to cum with him. Then after a few
moments i said i wanted to see his face as he came in me. So i flipped on my
back. he grabbed my legs and pulled them up to his shoulders. then he slid back
into my ass.
"Aahhhh yeah man. such a great pussy you got boy." He said.
"Gonna load it up real nice"
He proceeded to fuck me like crazy now. his face grimacing every time i
clamped my ass har on his fuck tool. he looked down at my hand stroking my raging
cock and. he pushed it aside and grabbed at my dick. so now he was jerking
it in perfect unison with his fukkin my ass. his meaty hands felt good
stroking my cock. i was moaning now from his strokin and fukking.
"Yes daddy. fukk that pussy. fukk your baby's ass good."
Fukkk yeah" he groaned.
"Gonna bust real soon man. Your ass is fucking awesome.'
I reached for his butt cheeks and I ground hard on him. fukking him back
with ass and body. his gripp on my cock tightened and his thrusting intensified.
i knew indeed he was getting close and his breath became laboured. he was
flailing my dick faster too. i could feel my own orgasm coming closer as my
balls began to pull up into me. then the tingle in my scrotum hit me and i knew
i was gonna blow.
"Yeesssss" i cried out.
" Fuck me dude. Fuck the cum outta me."
He pounded faster and faster himself.
"Yeah man. i'm gonna bust too. get ready for my cum buddy"
I clamped my ass down hard on his cock. my hips thrusting and my load was
pulled from my balls. i looked down to see my piss slit open as the first shot
fired from my cock. it splattered on my upper chest.
"Aaaweeee fuk yes. Im cumming stud. Cumming for you"
then several more shots fired up. 2 hit me on the chin an cheek. then a few
more fired just as he began to orgasm.
"Meeee toooo" He shrieked.
"Im cumming man. feel my load, aarrrrrrrgghh!!!"
His face warped as he was preparing to blow his load. I clamped down on his
firing cock as i felt the first shots.he fell on me as he pumped my ass full
of his cum. his hairy body on my chest. My own dick still oozing cum between
us. he kissed my face. licking my cum off my cheek. this guy was actually quit
the hot lover. my hands held him as he finished dumping his load into my
hungry ass.
"Thats my man. breed this boy hole good"
His body continued to convulse even after the last drops were drained from
his nuts. so he just kept twitching on me. but i was loving every moment of
it..Then after what seemed minutes he slowed and slumped over me. He was
kissing my back and holding me close.
"That was sooo Good" he whispered in my ear..
"Gonna like having you around here".....
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to be continued
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<pre>Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 14:28:53 EDT
From: [email protected]
Subject: Day of the Dead
This is a fiction story about a fictional story.
If anyone saw the horror movie "Day of the Dead". There was a moment in that
movie that a guy gropes himself . and i have always gotten turned on by it.
anyhoo... I hope you like this sexual version... No gore , just sex...
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Day of the Dead
I was hiding in the mall after hell broke lose. I was being questioned for
an item they thought I had stolen. I was in the security offices when we heard
the crashing. The guy told me to wait here and left the office. He never came
back. Them I heard screaming and all sorts of mêlée. I watched at the
security camera in horror as people were attacking each other. Then I noticed some
of the attackers looked awful. And they were eating the people they attacked.
I wanted to get outta there. Then I turned on the TV they had there. The
news was talking about it on every channel.
"The Dead have risen"
Then I heard moans and someone rushing through the halls outside. I rushed
and locked the door. Then a few moments later there was banging on the door
and a gurgled moan. Then more banging. Then I heard more coming down the hall.
I looked at the monitor and saw those things entering the hall. How did they
know I was here. Then as I looked back at the TV. I saw the news station
being attacked. The anchorman screamed as several of these things jumped him and
started to chew on his head. Then I saw it up close as one came towards the
camera. His face was half missing and bone and sinew shone through the torn
skin. It was indeed the living dead. Then I looked back at the door and the
monitors.
"That door wont hold" I told my self.
I pushed the desk in front of it to slow them down. But it began to buckle.
I had to get out of there. I looked round the room then noticed the air vent.
I pulled it opened. It was just big enough to let my thin frame through. I
crawled in and put the cover back just as the door gave. It splintered as hands
groped through to get inside. I turned to crawl through the maze of the air
shaft. I don't know where I was going, making turns left, then right, then
left again. I was just hoping it would lead me out of here. I could hear the
echoes of moans and screams in the vents. It was frightening. I reached a
junction where I could go either forward , left , right or up. I stood to look up.
There was a grid above me and sky but it was a good 15 feet up. I had to try
so I gripped the sides of the passage and pressed my body tightly to the
walls and slowly crawled up the vent. Then I heard load moaned in the vents,
drawing closer.
"Shit" I said aloud.
"They are in the vents."
After a good 20 minutes or so I reached the grate above me. I heard someone'
s echoed sniffing and looked down to see one of those things below me. It was
smelling for me somehow. I stayed perfectly still where I was. It looked up
at the silhouette of my frame and started to try and climb up.
"Shit"
I cried out and started to hit at the grate to get it open. I finally was
able to crawl out of the grate and I was on the roof. I could hear him below
moaning and scratching to get to me. I looked out to see people just lumbering
around with no purpose.
"What the fuck was going on" I shouted.
Down below the lumbering people heard my shout and looked up. The y started
to come towards my direction. I noticed some of them were missing arms and
looked like street rats. Was everyone under this possession of sorts. I didn't
know, and I really didn't know where to go from here. I was on the roof of a
mall and with no where to go but down. I backed away from the crowd that was
gathering below. I turned and walked towards the grate I came out of. The
thing was gone for I didn't here his scratching anymore. I walked around the
large roof trying to see if I could figure a way down. I found the door to get
back down. But was too scared to open it. what if there was someone coming up
the landing below. Then I realized one of those things could find me here. So
I had to barricade the door from anyone opening it. so I found a large pipe
and jammed it against the door.
I don't remember how long I had been there but I must have nodded off
sometime. I woke under the fenced air unit covered in a tarp. It was apparently the
following morning already by my watch.
'Shit'. And I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I got up
and walked around the roof. I looked over the edge and there was still the
zombie type people walking aimlessly about. I surely could stay here all night
again. So I loosened the pipe holding the door and grabbed a smaller one as a
weapon. I slowly and quietly opened the door. I stepped down and saw no one.
I made my way down into the upper halls of the mall. I didn't see anyone.
The place seemed deserted. So I headed for the food court where there was still
food there from last night and I started to eat. As I was chewing on some
cookies I heard a sound in the distance. Something had fallen over. Then I saw
the, the strange possessed people were rushing down the hall. Their moans
filling the empty corridors. I grabbed the bag full of food I had grabbed and
rushed back towards the entrance to the roof. They saw me and came at me
faster. Then as I turned a corridor there was a lone one by the door to the roof.
He turned and came at me. I saw one of his eyes was hanging from its socket. I
was going to turn but saw the crowd rushing my way. I turned and confronted
him. He grumbled at me, that's when I saw his throat was partly gone. I held
my hand to my mouth to keep from throwing up. Then I gripped my pipe and
swung hard as I could. It struck the side of his head and snapped his neck. It
just flopped over on his shoulders but he still reached for me. I rushed past
him and ran up the landing. Slamming the door to the roof behind me. I wedged
the large pipe back against it. holding my weapon waiting to see if they
could break through the door. They did bang on it for hours it seemed but could
not get through. They eventually gave up and I was forced to stay yet another
night there. I had at least procured a radio and a cell phone that was laying
around to see if I could contact anyone. The radio had sporadic news
broadcasts that were there one moment and gone the next. Something about the dead
coming back to life and feeding on the living. I was there 2 more days before I
heard the helicopter. It was coming over the houses to the south. I grabbed
the bag I had and swung it too and fro to get there attention. They must have
seen me because they came toward the mall.
"Are you alright" came a Jamaica voice.
They landed on the roof and out came a black man and a haggard looking guy
with a beard.
They introduced themselves as Byron (black guy) and Phillips (white guy).
Byron was slim with a goatee. i glanced at him quickly and noticed a slight
bulge in his pants. 'typical black man' i thought. so i figured at least there
was a dick to gawk at. Phillip was just too much a mess to look at. he grabbed
at the tin by his side and took a drink.
"Come on" Said Byron with his Jamaican voice.
"We get you outta here"
So we took off and headed over the city. The city was in ruins. I could see
fires in areas, yet no firefighters to stop them. Cars were crashed all along
many highways. And there was the wandering zombies everywhere.
"So where we goin" I asked.
"Only safe place left" he replied.
"Old missile silo outside o town"
it took but 20 minutes to get there but it was near the everglades. I saw
crowds of the dead trying to get past the large gates. Put to no avail.
"That's the only way in" Philips said.
Byron landed on the air pad near the silo opening. He grabbed the walkie
talkie. And opened a channel.
"Torres we are back. We found a survivor. Open de gate man"
Then I saw the ground open up and a platform rise up. We stepped onto it and
were lowered down underground. When we got to the bottom, there were some
military types there. Their commander came up to me and immediately asked if I
had been bitten.
"No why" I questioned.
"Because if you get bitten you become one of them" he growled.
"Do you have military training" was his next question.
"No" I answered
"What's going on out there"
There was a big burly guy standing behind his commander. He answered.
"Haven't you heard. The dead walk" He looked at me with an evil look as he
chewed on his cigar.
"I don't know why you brought him Byron. He's no use to us." The commander
said.
"Lets go Steele" he said as he patted the big guy.
"Okay Cpt Rhodes" He answered.
I watched the big hunky man walk away. Peered at his big ass and my cock
twitched. Then two doctors came in, a woman and a man with a goatee. She
introduced herself as Sarah and his name escapes me at the moment.
The next morning I was shown the facilities. Where the bathroom was and such.
"Doesn't it bother you being the only woman here" I asked Sarah
"I'm not worried" She said.
It was obvious she was sleeping with another man I met, Salazar. He seemed a
bit unstable. Probably unable to cope with the situation. I was passing by
there room that evening and heard her moaning. I listened at the door and they
were obviously having sex. I quietly peered in and saw him on his back and
his about 6 inch cock sliding in to her pussy. I closed the door and turned to
see Rickles coming up behind me. He was a short stumpy soldier who was always
hanging round Steele.
"Are they fuckin again" he laughed.
"Lucky bastards the only one getting some here."
He grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. then walked past me. I took a quick
look at his beefy ass. He turned as I looked the other way. Then he stopped at
the door at the end of the hall and called out.
"Hey come back this way I wanna show you the corral"
Being curious as I was I followed. We went out to a storage area, past some
military jeeps and munitions. Then we were at and area where the other doctor
was and the big hunk Steele was on a scaffold. There was that weird moaning
of the zombies behind the `corral'. Steele looked down at me and smiled
again.
"Come to see the corral, have ya"
Beyond the corral was tunnels that must have gone on for miles. Steele
called out to the zombies in the tunnel and the moaning grew.
"What's he doing" I asked with fear.
Steele looked down at me and flipped his cap around and said.
"See sonny. We have to capture one of these fucks so that the doctor can
study them."
"Yeah, freakin doctor Frankenstein" laughed Rickles.
Near the gate to the corral was Torres. He was actually very good looking.
Soft brown hair and beard. I imagined I could have sex with him. He smiled at
me and I smiled back. Looks like there was someone here for me after all.
Figuring now that mankind was kinda fucked and there may be no gays left. I had
to get sex wherever I could get it. I heard moans and saw shadows coming in
from the deep caves that extended from the corral. I moved back once I saw the
zombies in the cave beyond the barrier that they (the army) had put up.
Steele climbed up on the higher level with a long metal rod in his hands. Sarah
had shown up with her lover and started to tell Steele that he needed to
collect another "sample" from the corral for the doctors experiments. There was an
exchange of words. She called him a Neanderthal or a cave man or something
to that nature. Rickles commented saying.
"Yeah but cave men got big dicks" he laughed as he grabbed his crotch.
The small lump indicated a small dick. Then Steele laughed loudly as the
zombies came to the wall reaching for him.
"Maybe this zombie bitch wants a big dick too" he said.
He laughed and groped at his own cock through his military gear.
"Here have some big cave man cock"
I looked at what was a sizeable lump in his trousers. My cock twitched in my
own pants. It would figure that the biggest asshole had the biggest dick. He
told Salazar to help him with the "sample" Salazar grabbed the rod and
looped it round the zombie and pulled her in. he really hated doing this because
of fear of the `things' but he had to follow Steele's orders or get his ass
kicked. Steele was after all a really big guy. After he pulled the zombie
through the pen the rod slipped from his hands and the zombie ran towards the
closest person. Torres. She attacked him and torn a chunk outta his neck. There
was a commotion and Steele pull out his revolver and shot it in the head. I
looked in horror at the scene.
"It's the only way to kill em'" Rickles said.
Torres was now on the floor bleeding profusely.
"Kill me" He cried.
Steele bitterly pulled the trigger and killed his friend. Sarah said that
once your bit the "infection" courses through and you become one of them. I
looked as Steele hugged his fallen friend. Then he turned and glared at
Salazar. Got up and rushed him.
"I'm gonna fuckin kill you" He growled.
"You pussy bastard. Torres is dead because of you"
It took several people to restrain him from killing Salazar. I intently
looked at his big cock bouncing in his pants. I was starting to get turned on by
this big dude.
I had gone back to the little room where I was situated in. I sat there on
the cot thinking about my loved ones. Were they still alive , or had the dead
gotten them. I assumed they were dead now. Because from what I had heard from
Rickles. All major cities and areas around had fallen to the dead within
hours. Yet there was no explanation as to why? Then my mind wondered to watching
Steele grope himself. The fat lump of cock meat he held got my dick
twitching again. I found myself groping at my own dick in response. Then remembered
Sarah getting fucked by Salazar. Imagined Steele's big cock fucking her
instead of Salazar. Then imagined it was me instead getting fucked by him. The
moaning that would ensue filled my head. My dick was raging now as I longed to
get fucked by the big stud. I ended up dozing off for a few hours. When I woke
my watch said it was after midnight. I decided to go explore the place as I
was bored all to hell. I passed Sarah's room and listened for any noise. It was
quiet so I moved on. I walked into the lounge and saw Rickles was up.
"Hey" I said.
"What are you doin up so late man?"
"My watch" he replied.
"Someones gotta stay up at all times. What about you?"
"Hungry. Wheres the galley?"
He pointed me in the right direction and i headed that way. i had turned to
ask him something else when i noticed he was looking at my ass. So i turned
and just kept walkin. I saw Cpt Rhodes sittin there and eating a sandwich.. I
said hey. he just glowered up at me like i just disturbed him..
'Asshole' i thought to myself.
But tryin to be cordial i asked.
"Do you know what started all this Captain Rhodes..?"
"Hell if i fukkin know. we havent been able to contact anyone. For all I
know everyone is fukking dead"
"Okay..."
I quietly finished my snack and left. i looked back to see there were tears
in his eyes.
walked back down the hall. In the distance i could hear the creatures
groaning. I turned a corner and slammed into Rickles. literally.
"Fuck, shit" he bellowed.
"Watch where the fuck you are goin man"
"Sorry" I said...
He dropped his gun and i reached down to pick it up.
"Here..". I started to say as i picked it up to hand it to him..
But he plainly grabbed my ass.
"Its alright boy. " He said.."just jumpy here. but ..."
"Get yer hand off my ass buddy" I said
"You sure you dont like it man. saw yours eyed widen when Steele crabbed his
crotch."
I tried to protest. .. "I..."
"Its alright man.. we've been down here for months." He said.
"Some of us are real horny and with Sarah being the cold Bitch she is we
have to find ways of pleasuring ourselves. "
"You have me wrong... " i tried to say..
"Yeah rite." he said.
" He does have a huge dick you know. except Sara, Salazar and that wacko
doctor. we've all had to take that fat log. the fukker is mean when he is horny.
and now w/ Torres dead. we need a new ass. cuz its the only one i got to
fuk.. and Steele really loved that boys hole"
He then grabbed at my crotch. which was already twitchin.
"Nice dick boy..feels big "
Since i was no longer protesting he pulled me into a storage room that was
nearby. He immediately got down on his knees and pulled my dick from my pants.
i seconds he was sucking me down his mouth. my protests disappeared when his
warm tongue danced on my awakening shaft. He was very good at sucking dick,
that is for sure. for within minute i was hard. i heard him moaning below me
as he slobbered over my hardening shaft.
"Great dick" he said as he pulled off it for a breath.
Then went back to work. he pulled down my pants and released my now aching
balls. his hand rubbed at them gingerly. his expert sucking was pulling me
closer and closer to the brink when he pulled off me. cold air rushed around my
hard 7 incher. he gazed at it and kissed the tip.
"Nice and meaty cock man" he said.
But he got up and started to pull at his own pants. i knew what he wanted
already. but was a little upset that he stopped sukking me.
"Now get over here and suck my dick boy" he commanded.
His dark uncut cock flopped out from his opened pants. Ok i figured. i
needed a dick soon anyways, so i got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. A
little small but it would have to do. after a few minutes, he was moaning. he
grabbed at my head and started to fuck my face with his 6 inch cock. i too
pulled down his pants and grabbed for his dark fur covered nuts. nice size, i
thought. so would be rewarded with a healthy dose of cum when he shot. then
after another few minutes of my suckin on him. i did as he done to me. pulled
his hard dick from my mouth.
"Hey, why stop?" he asked.
"You were doin so fukkin good there"
I finished removing my pants, turned around on all four and presented him my
ass.
"Well, you wanted to fuck someone right"
I said as my hand pulled at my cheeks to get them apart.
He looked at my hairy hole with lust. and before i said another word, his
face dove for my ass. i felt his bearded face at me in an instant. his hungry
tongue dug into my hole madly as he slobbered over my pucker. i heard his
drooling and munching on my ass. it felt so damned good. i could wait to feel his
cock buried deep in my ass. he was ravenous for me as he continued to eat
away at my hole. and he was awesome at this too. i squirmed form the expert
tonguing he was giving my pucker and loved when his tongue dug into me every few
moments. my cock was rock hard from his assault on my hole.
"Yes baby" i cried.
"Thats sooo damn good. eat out my pussy dude. get it ready for that hard
fukkin cock of yours."
After several minutes of my chewin on his cock he said it was time for some
fuckin.
He pushed me to the floor and mounted my ass.
"Come on stud" I said.
"Climb on board and fukk my pussy"
He needed ho more coaxing as he shoved his rock hard cock into my ass.
"Uuggghnn" I moaned as he slammed all 6 inches into me.
"Yeah stud" i groaned.
"Nice cock ya got there. Now fuk me good man"
He started a slow methodical fuk. in then out and again, and again. Feeling
my expert ass sukking in his cock. gripping it tightly, milking it.
I began to grind back into him. telling him to fuk harder. he gripped my
sides and started to speed up his plowing. his balls slapped against my ass
repeatedly. i reached below and grabbed at them. i rubbed and pulled on them to
get his cum out of them.
"Yeah stud. great cock. keep fukking me deeper man. i want you to breed my
ass good man.'
he just moaned his response.
He started to pound on my hole now. his excitment had taken him over. My
talented asshole grinding into his hairy crotch, my hands rubbing at his balls.
i wanted and needed his cum.
"Yeah stud" i called out.
"Fuck that pussy good. fill me with your seed dude"
I began to stroke my own cock. i wanted to cum with him. Then after a few
moments i said i wanted to see his face as he came in me. So i flipped on my
back. he grabbed my legs and pulled them up to his shoulders. then he slid back
into my ass.
"Aahhhh yeah man. such a great pussy you got boy." He said.
"Gonna load it up real nice"
He proceeded to fuck me like crazy now. his face grimacing every time i
clamped my ass har on his fuck tool. he looked down at my hand stroking my raging
cock and. he pushed it aside and grabbed at my dick. so now he was jerking
it in perfect unison with his fukkin my ass. his meaty hands felt good
stroking my cock. i was moaning now from his strokin and fukking.
"Yes daddy. fukk that pussy. fukk your baby's ass good."
Fukkk yeah" he groaned.
"Gonna bust real soon man. Your ass is fucking awesome.'
I reached for his butt cheeks and I ground hard on him. fukking him back
with ass and body. his gripp on my cock tightened and his thrusting intensified.
i knew indeed he was getting close and his breath became laboured. he was
flailing my dick faster too. i could feel my own orgasm coming closer as my
balls began to pull up into me. then the tingle in my scrotum hit me and i knew
i was gonna blow.
"Yeesssss" i cried out.
" Fuck me dude. Fuck the cum outta me."
He pounded faster and faster himself.
"Yeah man. i'm gonna bust too. get ready for my cum buddy"
I clamped my ass down hard on his cock. my hips thrusting and my load was
pulled from my balls. i looked down to see my piss slit open as the first shot
fired from my cock. it splattered on my upper chest.
"Aaaweeee fuk yes. Im cumming stud. Cumming for you"
then several more shots fired up. 2 hit me on the chin an cheek. then a few
more fired just as he began to orgasm.
"Meeee toooo" He shrieked.
"Im cumming man. feel my load, aarrrrrrrgghh!!!"
His face warped as he was preparing to blow his load. I clamped down on his
firing cock as i felt the first shots.he fell on me as he pumped my ass full
of his cum. his hairy body on my chest. My own dick still oozing cum between
us. he kissed my face. licking my cum off my cheek. this guy was actually quit
the hot lover. my hands held him as he finished dumping his load into my
hungry ass.
"Thats my man. breed this boy hole good"
His body continued to convulse even after the last drops were drained from
his nuts. so he just kept twitching on me. but i was loving every moment of
it..Then after what seemed minutes he slowed and slumped over me. He was
kissing my back and holding me close.
"That was sooo Good" he whispered in my ear..
"Gonna like having you around here".....
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to be continued
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Chapter 15 � Celebration
"You guys miss me or something?" I asked.
"Yeah, you was gone forever, Max," cried Mike. "I didn't think you was coming back."
I knelt in front of Mike, wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, "I won't ever leave you guys."
"You better not," he said.
"Well, it looks like we have plenty of help here, let's start taking things in and get it stashed in Joey and Alex's room." The boys worked on the smaller bags while Tom, Brian, Carol and I carried the bigger bags.
"Wow, what a mess, Max," Joey said.
"Yeah, what's the deal?" asked Alex.
"Let's just say we had a few small problems and leave it at that. Why don't you start emptying bags and sorting things while we go in the other room and chat? T.J., Mike would you like to help them?"
"Sure, Max, c'mon T.J. Let's dig in."
All four boys started dumping bags to sort while the four adults headed to the living room.
"I need a drink, people, can I get one for anybody else?" I asked.
"Hard or soft, Max?" Tom asked.
"I'd like a hard one right now, but I better stick with soft."
"I'll take a soda, whatever you have."
"You got any tea, Max?" asked Brian.
"Sure thing, what about you Carol?"
"I'm fine, Max. So, tell me what happened."
I sat and relayed the story to Carol with Tom and Brian filling in missed details.
"Oh, my God, what a scene. I'm glad I wasn't there or I would've slapped that bitch silly. I'm glad Anna agreed to remove them from our list of foster homes. I wouldn't want to put any kid through that nightmare again."
"Tell her the good news, Tom."
"Oh, yeah, they're going be charged with a felony for obstructing. That should get them blocked from ever being able to foster kids again, for anybody, right?"
"It sure will. They'll never pass the background investigation with that hanging over their heads. Good work, guys." Carol turned to me and asked, "So, how'd you and Brian get along?"
"Yeah, I wanted to thank you for having him there. You could have warned me how big he was before I left. I about needed a clean pair of pants when I turned around and saw this mountain standing there. He was great help, though."
"Ha, I wish I could have seen the look on your face."
"It was priceless, Carol. He really did look like he was about lose it. He thought maybe I was there to help the Mueller's and not him. Once I told him who I was, the color returned to his face."
At that moment, I heard a scream of anger from the other end of the house. I bolted down the hall to see what happened. When I got to the boys' room, all four were staring at a small pile of paper laying on the floor and tears were streaming down Joey's and Alex's faces. I entered the room, grabbed the boys in a hug and asked, "What's wrong boys. Whatever it is, we'll fix it."
"Those nasty fuckers tore up our mom and dad's picture!" Joey screamed. "It was the last thing we had of them. I can't fucking believe they fucking did that." He buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed. I stroked his and Alex's back for a few minutes while they continued to cry. Mike and T.J. came around behind them and joined the hug.
It took several minutes, but once they started to calm down, I leaned back, looked into their eyes and said, "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll get this fixed. I promise." I gently picked up the pieces of the picture, asked them to continue the sorting and headed back to the living room.
"What was that all about?" asked Carol.
I held out my hand, showing them the scraps of paper.
"Was that the picture of their parents?" she asked.
"'Was' is right, Carol. I can't believe they did this."
Tom piped up, "Well, now there's another charge I can throw at those scumbags, destruction of private property. Not a big one by any stretch, but it'll cost them. Probably the only way to hurt folks like that since they obviously don't have hearts."
"Can they be forced to pay to have it repaired?" Brian asked.
"Possibly. If they're charged and either found or plead guilty, they'll be fined at a minimum. Sometimes, the judges will add damages to the fine. All depends on the judge and his mood."
"I might be able to help with that," Carol said. "I know a friendly judge or two, especially when it comes to dealing with kids and their issues."
"Good, I want to see them pay through the nose for this. I'll put this in an envelope for now and be right back." As I entered my study to get an envelope, I heard the ding of the driveway sensor announcing someone coming. I asked Carol to meet whoever it was at the door and I'd be right back. Carol was just opening the door when I came back into the living room. "Paul," I called as I crossed over to the door, "it's good to see you again. And you must be Joy, pleasure to meet you. Any problems finding the place."
"Nope, satnav had you pinpointed. I love tech when it works right."
"You both know Carol, right."
"Of course, afternoon, Carol, Max. We have a load of stuff for one lucky young man, should we bring it in now?"
"Let me get some helpers and we'll make quick work of it." I stepped to the hallway and shouted, "Boys, grab your coats and shoes, Paul and Joy are here with Mike's things. Let's help them unload and get it all in Mike and T.J.'s room."
"On the way, Max," Alex yelled back. "Let's go guys," I heard Joey say.
With everybody hauling boxes, it took only five minutes to get all Mike's things moved into his room. The sorting of Mike's stuff would begin once they were done with Joey and Alex's sorting. As the boys returned to the twins' room, the adults gravitated to the living room.
"Paul, Joy, let me take your coats and I'll hang them up." Once all the coats were hung up, I headed to join the others while asking, "Can I get anyone something to drink?" I fielded drink requests from everyone and headed to the kitchen. I returned, handed them out and took a seat in my chair. "The Hamilton's should be getting here shortly with T.J.'s stuff. Once his stuff is in his and Mike's room, I'll order the pizza. Anything you do or don't want when I order?" The general consensus was anything but anchovies. Once that was settled, I made introductions.
"Paul, Joy, you know Carol, the man in uniform is Tom Wright from the Sangamon County Sherriff's department and the large man next to him is Brian. Brian works with Carol and they met me at the twins' former foster-parents to pick up the belongings."
"Were you expecting trouble, Max," Paul asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised after what Paul told me about what happened at supper last night. It's a shame the boys had to be there for that."
"No, I really didn't think I'd have a problem today, but Carol did, and, thankfully, she called in Tom and Brian for reinforcements. As it turns out, it's a good thing she did. We had some fun this afternoon, didn't we boys?"
"Oh, yeah, I live for days like this," said Brian sarcastically.
"Just doing my job, Max," added Tom. "I see shi--, um, junk like that every day. But I wouldn't be doing anything else."
"I'm sorry you both got dragged into that today, but I'm glad you were there. So, tell me Paul, Joy, how's Mike doing? I know he's only lived with you a couple months, but I'd like to know whatever you can share."
"Well", Joy began, "he was very withdrawn and scared when he was first brought to us. We knew about the abuse by his parents, so we just tried to show we cared."
"He hasn't talked about it much," Paul continued, "but the last couple weeks, he seems to be doing a little better. Physically, it looks like all the bruises have finally faded, but mentally, I think he's still pretty fragile and will be for a while to come. One of the reasons the agency placed him with us is I'm a licensed child psychologist and they thought if he wanted to talk about it, I'd be in a better position to help. Unfortunately, we didn't get that far."
"He seems to have attached himself to you a bit judging by the way he hid behind you last night. Would you be available and willing to talk with him if he wants to?"
"I'd be happy to, Max. Let's give him a little bit to adjust to his new home and surroundings and see how he feels about it later. If he wants to talk, I'm more than willing to listen."
"Speaking of new homes," Joy interrupted, "your house is beautiful. How big is it?"
"About 4500 square feet and set in the middle of 18 acres of nothing but trees."
"I'd love to see the rest of it, can we get a tour?" Joy asked.
"Sure, tours are a quarter per person," I laughed, "but how about if we wait for the Kirkland's so I only have to do it once?"
"Deal, Max."
"Is that a pool or a greenhouse out there?" asked Tom pointing through the glass wall.
"Pool, Tom. Just had the shelter installed last week. I'd been wanting to have one for several years so I could use it in the winter and with the boys coming out, it seemed like the time was right to finally follow through."
"Must be rough to live like this. I wouldn't know, though, not on a cop's salary. How'd you swing it?"
"I'm an author, Tom. I had four successful books. The royalties from the first paid for it all."
"Damn, I knew you looked familiar. Now it clicks where I've seen you, your picture on the dust covers of your books. Your first name is Maxwill, isn't it?"
"Guilty as charged, Tom."
"I've read a couple of your books, Max, but never realized you lived in the area."
"Been here almost 12 years, but I like to keep a low profile."
Ding!
"What the heck is that?" Brian asked.
"Driveway sensor," I explained. "Let's me know when someone's turned into the drive. Probably the Kirkland's"
"That's a good thing to have out here in the middle of nowhere, Max. Good security."
I headed to the door, but, on my way, I called down the hallway, "Boys, coats and shoes, again. The Kirkland's are here with T.J.'s things." I opened the door to greet George and Nancy just as the boys came charging in. "Hi Nancy, nice to see you again, and you must be George. Nice to meet you, also. The boys are ready, so why don't we get unloaded real quick?"
"Sure, Max, come on boys, let's go," George called as he waved his hand. We followed George to their car and in just a few trips had all of T.J.'s stuff move into his and Mike's room.
Once we were done unloading, I asked, "Do you have all of Joey and Alex's stuff sorted out?"
"Yes, sir, we're about to start putting it all away."
"Well, why don't you take a break and come meet these folks. I'm sure they'd like to know who they've been helping today."
"Okay," Joey said and they all followed me to the living room. When we arrived, I lined them up, standing in front of me.
"Okay folks, I know some of you already know each other, but I'd still to go around and introduce everyone." I started with the boys, tapping each one on the head as I said their names. "I'll start here with Joey, I think, then Alex, maybe, who knows, T.J. and, finally, Mike." The boys giggled at my confusion on the twins. "Boys, you all know Carol, who has helped make this possible, then we have Paul and Joy Kirkland who were Mike's foster-parents, Nancy and George Hamilton, T.J.'s foster-parents, the big guy over here," I said pointing out the human mountain by the fireplace, "is Brian Marks and next to him is Tom Wright."
"Who are they?" Alex asked, "and why is a cop here?"
"Brian and Tom met me to help get your stuff from the Mueller's."
"Really, did they get arrested?" Joey asked.
"No, not yet, anyway."
"Well, they should be after what they did," from Alex.
"What'd they do?" Paul asked.
"They were a royal pain in the ass," Brian commented.
"And they obstructed me in doing my job," added Tom. "Add destruction of property to that and they're going to have nice fines to pay."
"What property got damaged?" Joy asked.
"They shredded a picture of Joey and Alex's parents. It was the last thing they had of them."
"Oh, that's just horrible," cried Nancy.
"I'm going to try and get it repaired, but I don't know if I can. We'll see. Well, let me get supper ordered and then we can go on the house tour I promised Joy. Why don't you boys go start sorting T.J. and Mike's things while we wait." I called Capone's, placed the order, then asked, "I know you don't normally deliver, but would it be worth an extra 100 bucks to you to get this one brought out? I have a house full of people and don't want to be a rude host and leave."
"Let me check, hang on," the young lady replied. She came back in a minute, "Yeah, the boss says he'd allow it this time, especially for the extra you're willing to pay. Where do you live?"
"Is Joe working tonight? He's been here before to work on my mowers and knows the way."
"You bet. We'll have him on the way as soon as everything's out of the ovens."
"Great, I appreciate the service. Thanks."
"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. Have a good evening."
I turned to my guests and said, "Okay, food's ordered, who ready for the tour?" Everyone but Carol raised their hand. "Follow me." Joy was the first to join me and held her hand out. "What's this, Joy", I asked.
"It's my quarter, for the tour," she laughed.
"Put that away. You know I was kidding."
"I know, but it's still funny. I couldn't resist."
"Yes, it was, and I needed a laugh. Thanks." We headed down the hall to my study where I opened the double doors to the room and stood aside as my guests entered, "This is the study. This is where I've spent the better part of the last 12 years while writing my last three books." The room is paneled in light oak and the walls are covered with floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with books.
"You could start a library out here, Max," commented George.
"I like it, Max. I would love to spend time in here reading," added Tom.
"I'll get you a library card with full privileges then, Tom," I laughed. "Books are due back two weeks from checkout with a dime a day late fee." They all laughed. "Let's move on. This next room," I said as I opened the door, "is my bedroom and bathroom. I separated mine from the others so guests wouldn't have to hear me snore all night long." Next, we headed back through the kitchen and dining area to the home theater/game room. "This, obviously, is the home theater and gaming room. I really haven't used it much over the years, but I think it's going to be seeing a lot more use with four boys in the house."
"Are those leather chairs, Max?" Paul asked.
"Yep, recliners with cup holders, massagers and heat. Great place to spend a cold winter's night, let me tell you."
"Where's the screen?" asked Brian.
"Let me show you." I walked to the recliner I normally used, grabbed the remote and pressed a button. The 10' wide screen lowered from a slot hidden in the ceiling by the end wall of the room while the projector dropped from its hidden cubbyhole.
"Freakin' cool, man. I could get used to this."
"Well, I need to upgrade the projector to handle the new 4k resolution, but since I don't use it a lot, I haven't been in a hurry to do so." I punched the button and the screen and projector returned to their hidden positions. "Let's move on." I headed to the glass wall in the living room, turned on the outside lights and opened the door, waving a hand to direct my guests outside. I unlocked the pool shelter and led everyone in.
"Wow, Max, this is wonderful," said Nancy. "Nice and warm. Have you been swimming since they completed it?"
"Last night and this morning with the boys. They love it, too. Probably a wise investment since they're going to be living here, now."
"I really could get used to living here, Max" Tom said. "If you're interested, I'm available for adoption, too," he laughed. "My parents surrendered their parental rights years ago." We all laughed along.
"Let's head back inside and I'll show you the other end of the house." We headed back inside after I had re-locked the pool shelter and turned down the hallway towards the other bedrooms and garage. We entered the bedroom Carol used last night, "I have three bedrooms on this side of the house. They're all about the same size and each has its own bathroom. I didn't want guests to have to share." We passed by the two other bedrooms, saying hi to the boys while they continued sorting stuff and headed on to the garage. "On this side of the hall is a half-bath and separate utility room. I also have a fairly good sized room here that I currently use for storage."
The door at the end of the hall opened into the garage. "And this, of course, is the garage. Nothing much to see in here."
"Are you kidding me, Max?" asked George. "Your average Joe doesn't get to walk in his garage and see a Shelby like that every day."
"It's just a car, George. And now, it's too small. When it was just me, it was great, but with four boys, I need something considerably bigger than this."
"I'll trade you my 10-year old minivan for it, even up," he joked, which brought another laugh from everyone.
"Yeah, I just bet you would. Actually, I have the problem already solved, but it won't be here for another month. I'll have to check with the Ford dealer to see if they have something I can rent until my new Flex comes in."
"Well, the offer's still open, Max, if you change your mind."
"George, stop that. You're embarrassing me," Nancy scolded as she slapped the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Max, I don't know what's come over him."
"No worries, Nancy. If our places were swapped, I'd be making the same offer," I laughed.
Ding!
Tom yelled, "Incoming!" which gathered another laugh from everyone.
"Good timing for the food to show up, right at the end of the nickel tour."
"Wait just a darn minute, Max, I paid a quarter. Where's my change, dang it?" asked Joy.
We headed back into the house and as we passed the boys' rooms, I hollered, "Boys, wash faces and hands and come eat." That was followed by a resounding cheer from all four. When we got back to the living room, Carol was already waiting at the door. I met her there and pulled out my wallet to pay for our pizzas and breadsticks. Joe rang the bell and we let him in. He handed the food to Carol while I settled the bill him, including a generous tip to him for making the delivery.
"Thanks Mr. Sanders, appreciate it. Enjoy your supper."
"We will Joe, thanks again for making a delivery. I'll try to not make habit out of it."
"You keep tipping like this, I'll deliver every night. See you later." He hopped in his car and headed out.
When the boys came in to the kitchen, I had them set the table for everyone after getting the plates out of the cabinet for T.J.. Joey and Alex asked everyone what they wanted to drink, fixed them and set them on the table. We were soon ready to sit and chow down.
"That's quite the little work crew you've got there, Max. I wish our kids were that helpful," Nancy commented.
"I started that this morning with breakfast, I asked for the boys to help set the table and they were happy to do so. They did the same at lunch, also."
"I still wish our kids would help like that."
"Well, Nancy, when I was growing up, our parents instilled in me and my siblings that we had to work together to live together. I intend to pass that on to these guys."
"Can I send our kids out for a week or two this summer and see if you can work a miracle with them?" laughed George.
"I can't promise a miracle George, but I'd be happy to do what I can." The rest of the meal passed quietly and when the boys had emptied their plates, they took their dishes to the sink, rinsed and stacked them. Then, they came back to take the adults' dishes and do the same thing.
Nancy commented, "Oh, yeah, our kids are definitely coming out sometime this summer."
We all laughed, including the boys.
T.J. asked, "Can they really come out. Even though I'm not going to be living with you any longer, I'd still like to be friends with them. We always had fun together."
"I'm sure we can work something out T.J.," I said. "I don't want you to lose your friends just because you live here now. After all, we have the pool and the trails and lots of other things to do out here. They might enjoy the occasional visit. Why don't you guys keep sorting Mike and T.J.'s things and we'll get stuff put away in a little bit."
"Okay, Max. See y'all later." Alex said as they turned and headed down the hall.
"Max, you are one lucky son-of-a-gun," Paul said. "And those are four lucky boys, too." He turned to Joy and said, "Dear, I think it's time we head for home and let Max help his sons get organized."
"Paul, what you just said, `his sons', I really like the sound of that. I hope I get used to it."
"Oh, you will, don't worry. C'mon Joy."
Nancy was next with, "I think George and I will be on our way also, Max. You have a lot of organizing to do and we'll just be in the way. Thanks for supper and good luck. You're going to need it."
"Thanks to all of you for helping out today. I really appreciate it and if we can ever do anything for you, just let me know. Paul, I'll be in touch after a while about counseling for Mike." I shook hands all around and reminded my new friends not to be strangers. As I turned around to head back to the others, I found Carol and Brian standing behind me with their coats and Carol's bag. "You two are leaving, also?" I asked.
"Yeah, Max, you have plenty to deal with at the moment and we don't need to be in your way, either," Carol said.
"But aren't you staying tonight, Carol?"
"That was the original plan, but the way things happened today, I really don't need to since we've approved the adoption and this paperwork transfers legal custody and guardianship of all four boys to you. I think you have everything under control."
"Yeah, right, that remains to be seen. Carol, I don't I'll ever be able to adequately thank you for your help."
"No need, Max, it's my job and we have a good result. Don't worry, you'll be just fine. I'll stay in touch with some follow-up visits, but I'll give you a couple days' notice before showing up."
"I'll look forward to it." I turned to Brian and said, "Brian it was a pleasure to meet you and I want to thank you for helping me at the Mueller's today. Sorry for picking on you about your size, but that's Carol's fault for not warning me." Carol and Brian both chuckled.
"Yeah, she does that a lot with folks, loves to see their reaction when I show up."
"Well, thanks again. You two enjoy your day off tomorrow. We'll see you later." Carol and Brian turned and headed to their cars to leave.
I closed the front door and turned around to find Tom still sitting on the couch with what appeared to be a rather pensive look on his face. I walked over and sat next to him, which seemed to rouse his from his thoughts.
"Looks like it just you, me and the boys, Tom."
"Yeah, it does."
"What's up, Tom, you seem a bit lost?"
"I'm not sure Max, can we talk?" | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 15</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc473041282"><span>Chapter
15 � Celebration</span></a><span> </span></h2>
<p><span>"You
guys miss me or something?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
you was gone forever, Max," cried Mike. "I didn't think you was coming back."</span></p>
<p><span>I
knelt in front of Mike, wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, "I
won't ever leave you guys."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
better not," he said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
it looks like we have plenty of help here, let's start taking things in and get
it stashed in Joey and Alex's room." The boys worked on the smaller bags while
Tom, Brian, Carol and I carried the bigger bags.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow,
what a mess, Max," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
what's the deal?" asked Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's
just say we had a few small problems and leave it at that. Why don't you start
emptying bags and sorting things while we go in the other room and chat? T.J.,
Mike would you like to help them?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
Max, c'mon T.J. Let's dig in."</span></p>
<p><span>All
four boys started dumping bags to sort while the four adults headed to the
living room. </span></p>
<p><span>"I
need a drink, people, can I get one for anybody else?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hard
or soft, Max?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
like a hard one right now, but I better stick with soft."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
take a soda, whatever you have." </span></p>
<p><span>"You
got any tea, Max?" asked Brian.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, what about you Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
fine, Max. So, tell me what happened."</span></p>
<p><span>I
sat and relayed the story to Carol with Tom and Brian filling in missed
details.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
my God, what a scene. I'm glad I wasn't there or I would've slapped that bitch
silly. I'm glad Anna agreed to remove them from our list of foster homes. I
wouldn't want to put any kid through that nightmare again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Tell
her the good news, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, they're going be charged with a felony for obstructing. That should get
them blocked from ever being able to foster kids again, for anybody, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It
sure will. They'll never pass the background investigation with that hanging
over their heads. Good work, guys." Carol turned to me and asked, "So, how'd
you and Brian get along?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I wanted to thank you for having him there. You could have warned me how big
he was before I left. I about needed a clean pair of pants when I turned
around and saw this mountain standing there. He was great help, though."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ha,
I wish I could have seen the look on your face."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was priceless, Carol. He really did look like he was about lose it. He
thought maybe I was there to help the Mueller's and not him. Once I told him who
I was, the color returned to his face."</span></p>
<p><span>At
that moment, I heard a scream of anger from the other end of the house. I
bolted down the hall to see what happened. When I got to the boys' room, all
four were staring at a small pile of paper laying on the floor and tears were
streaming down Joey's and Alex's faces. I entered the room, grabbed the boys
in a hug and asked, "What's wrong boys. Whatever it is, we'll fix it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Those
nasty fuckers tore up our mom and dad's picture!" Joey screamed. "It was the
last thing we had of them. I can't fucking believe they fucking did that." He
buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed. I stroked his and Alex's back for a
few minutes while they continued to cry. Mike and T.J. came around behind them
and joined the hug. </span></p>
<p><span>It
took several minutes, but once they started to calm down, I leaned back, looked
into their eyes and said, "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll get
this fixed. I promise." I gently picked up the pieces of the picture, asked
them to continue the sorting and headed back to the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
was that all about?" asked Carol.</span></p>
<p><span>I
held out my hand, showing them the scraps of paper.</span></p>
<p><span>"Was
that the picture of their parents?" she asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"'Was'
is right, Carol. I can't believe they did this."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
piped up, "Well, now there's another charge I can throw at those scumbags,
destruction of private property. Not a big one by any stretch, but it'll cost
them. Probably the only way to hurt folks like that since they obviously don't
have hearts."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
they be forced to pay to have it repaired?" Brian asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Possibly.
If they're charged and either found or plead guilty, they'll be fined at a
minimum. Sometimes, the judges will add damages to the fine. All depends on
the judge and his mood."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
might be able to help with that," Carol said. "I know a friendly judge or two,
especially when it comes to dealing with kids and their issues."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
I want to see them pay through the nose for this. I'll put this in an envelope
for now and be right back." As I entered my study to get an envelope, I heard
the ding of the driveway sensor announcing someone coming. I asked Carol to
meet whoever it was at the door and I'd be right back. Carol was just opening
the door when I came back into the living room. "Paul," I called as I crossed
over to the door, "it's good to see you again. And you must be Joy, pleasure
to meet you. Any problems finding the place."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
satnav had you pinpointed. I love tech when it works right."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
both know Carol, right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, afternoon, Carol, Max. We have a load of stuff for one lucky young
man, should we bring it in now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me get some helpers and we'll make quick work of it." I stepped to the hallway
and shouted, "Boys, grab your coats and shoes, Paul and Joy are here with
Mike's things. Let's help them unload and get it all in Mike and T.J.'s room."</span></p>
<p><span>"On
the way, Max," Alex yelled back. "Let's go guys," I heard Joey say.</span></p>
<p><span>With
everybody hauling boxes, it took only five minutes to get all Mike's things
moved into his room. The sorting of Mike's stuff would begin once they were
done with Joey and Alex's sorting. As the boys returned to the twins' room,
the adults gravitated to the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>"Paul,
Joy, let me take your coats and I'll hang them up." Once all the coats were
hung up, I headed to join the others while asking, "Can I get anyone something
to drink?" I fielded drink requests from everyone and headed to the kitchen.
I returned, handed them out and took a seat in my chair. "The Hamilton's
should be getting here shortly with T.J.'s stuff. Once his stuff is in his and
Mike's room, I'll order the pizza. Anything you do or don't want when I
order?" The general consensus was anything but anchovies. Once that was
settled, I made introductions.</span></p>
<p><span>"Paul,
Joy, you know Carol, the man in uniform is Tom Wright from the Sangamon County
Sherriff's department and the large man next to him is Brian. Brian works with
Carol and they met me at the twins' former foster-parents to pick up the
belongings."</span></p>
<p><span>"Were
you expecting trouble, Max," Paul asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wouldn't be surprised after what Paul told me about what happened at supper
last night. It's a shame the boys had to be there for that."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I really didn't think I'd have a problem today, but Carol did, and, thankfully,
she called in Tom and Brian for reinforcements. As it turns out, it's a good
thing she did. We had some fun this afternoon, didn't we boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, I live for days like this," said Brian sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
doing my job, Max," added Tom. "I see shi--, um, junk like that every day.
But I wouldn't be doing anything else."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry you both got dragged into that today, but I'm glad you were there. So,
tell me Paul, Joy, how's Mike doing? I know he's only lived with you a couple
months, but I'd like to know whatever you can share."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well",
Joy began, "he was very withdrawn and scared when he was first brought to us.
We knew about the abuse by his parents, so we just tried to show we cared."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
hasn't talked about it much," Paul continued, "but the last couple weeks, he
seems to be doing a little better. Physically, it looks like all the bruises
have finally faded, but mentally, I think he's still pretty fragile and will be
for a while to come. One of the reasons the agency placed him with us is I'm a
licensed child psychologist and they thought if he wanted to talk about it, I'd
be in a better position to help. Unfortunately, we didn't get that far."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
seems to have attached himself to you a bit judging by the way he hid behind
you last night. Would you be available and willing to talk with him if he
wants to?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
be happy to, Max. Let's give him a little bit to adjust to his new home and
surroundings and see how he feels about it later. If he wants to talk, I'm
more than willing to listen."</span></p>
<p><span>"Speaking
of new homes," Joy interrupted, "your house is beautiful. How big is it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"About
4500 square feet and set in the middle of 18 acres of nothing but trees." </span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
love to see the rest of it, can we get a tour?" Joy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
tours are a quarter per person," I laughed, "but how about if we wait for the
Kirkland's so I only have to do it once?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Deal,
Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
that a pool or a greenhouse out there?" asked Tom pointing through the glass
wall.</span></p>
<p><span>"Pool,
Tom. Just had the shelter installed last week. I'd been wanting to have one
for several years so I could use it in the winter and with the boys coming out,
it seemed like the time was right to finally follow through."</span></p>
<p><span>"Must
be rough to live like this. I wouldn't know, though, not on a cop's salary.
How'd you swing it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
an author, Tom. I had four successful books. The royalties from the first
paid for it all."</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn,
I knew you looked familiar. Now it clicks where I've seen you, your picture on
the dust covers of your books. Your first name is Maxwill, isn't it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Guilty
as charged, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
read a couple of your books, Max, but never realized you lived in the area."</span></p>
<p><span>"Been
here almost 12 years, but I like to keep a low profile."</span></p>
<p><span>Ding!</span></p>
<p><span>"What
the heck is that?" Brian asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Driveway
sensor," I explained. "Let's me know when someone's turned into the drive.
Probably the Kirkland's"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a good thing to have out here in the middle of nowhere, Max. Good security."</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed to the door, but, on my way, I called down the hallway, "Boys, coats and
shoes, again. The Kirkland's are here with T.J.'s things." I opened the door
to greet George and Nancy just as the boys came charging in. "Hi Nancy, nice
to see you again, and you must be George. Nice to meet you, also. The boys
are ready, so why don't we get unloaded real quick?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
Max, come on boys, let's go," George called as he waved his hand. We followed
George to their car and in just a few trips had all of T.J.'s stuff move into his
and Mike's room. </span></p>
<p><span>Once
we were done unloading, I asked, "Do you have all of Joey and Alex's stuff
sorted out?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir, we're about to start putting it all away."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
why don't you take a break and come meet these folks. I'm sure they'd like to
know who they've been helping today."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,"
Joey said and they all followed me to the living room. When we arrived, I
lined them up, standing in front of me. </span></p>
<p><span>"Okay
folks, I know some of you already know each other, but I'd still to go around
and introduce everyone." I started with the boys, tapping each one on the head
as I said their names. "I'll start here with Joey, I think, then Alex, maybe,
who knows, T.J. and, finally, Mike." The boys giggled at my confusion on the
twins. "Boys, you all know Carol, who has helped make this possible, then we
have Paul and Joy Kirkland who were Mike's foster-parents, Nancy and George
Hamilton, T.J.'s foster-parents, the big guy over here," I said pointing out
the human mountain by the fireplace, "is Brian Marks and next to him is Tom
Wright."</span></p>
<p><span>"Who
are they?" Alex asked, "and why is a cop here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Brian
and Tom met me to help get your stuff from the Mueller's."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really,
did they get arrested?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
not yet, anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
they should be after what they did," from Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"What'd
they do?" Paul asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
were a royal pain in the ass," Brian commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
they obstructed me in doing my job," added Tom. "Add destruction of property
to that and they're going to have nice fines to pay."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
property got damaged?" Joy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
shredded a picture of Joey and Alex's parents. It was the last thing they had
of them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
that's just horrible," cried Nancy.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
going to try and get it repaired, but I don't know if I can. We'll see. Well,
let me get supper ordered and then we can go on the house tour I promised Joy.
Why don't you boys go start sorting T.J. and Mike's things while we wait." I
called Capone's, placed the order, then asked, "I know you don't normally
deliver, but would it be worth an extra 100 bucks to you to get this one
brought out? I have a house full of people and don't want to be a rude host
and leave."</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me check, hang on," the young lady replied. She came back in a minute, "Yeah,
the boss says he'd allow it this time, especially for the extra you're willing
to pay. Where do you live?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
Joe working tonight? He's been here before to work on my mowers and knows the
way."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. We'll have him on the way as soon as everything's out of the ovens."</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
I appreciate the service. Thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mr. Sanders. Have a good evening."</span></p>
<p><span>I
turned to my guests and said, "Okay, food's ordered, who ready for the tour?"
Everyone but Carol raised their hand. "Follow me." Joy was the first to join
me and held her hand out. "What's this, Joy", I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
my quarter, for the tour," she laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Put
that away. You know I was kidding."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, but it's still funny. I couldn't resist."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
it was, and I needed a laugh. Thanks." We headed down the hall to my study
where I opened the double doors to the room and stood aside as my guests
entered, "This is the study. This is where I've spent the better part of the
last 12 years while writing my last three books." The room is paneled in light
oak and the walls are covered with floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with books.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
could start a library out here, Max," commented George.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
like it, Max. I would love to spend time in here reading," added Tom.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
get you a library card with full privileges then, Tom," I laughed. "Books are
due back two weeks from checkout with a dime a day late fee." They all
laughed. "Let's move on. This next room," I said as I opened the door, "is my
bedroom and bathroom. I separated mine from the others so guests wouldn't have
to hear me snore all night long." Next, we headed back through the kitchen and
dining area to the home theater/game room. "This, obviously, is the home
theater and gaming room. I really haven't used it much over the years, but I
think it's going to be seeing a lot more use with four boys in the house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
those leather chairs, Max?" Paul asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
recliners with cup holders, massagers and heat. Great place to spend a cold
winter's night, let me tell you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Where's
the screen?" asked Brian.</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me show you." I walked to the recliner I normally used, grabbed the remote and
pressed a button. The 10' wide screen lowered from a slot hidden in the
ceiling by the end wall of the room while the projector dropped from its hidden
cubbyhole.</span></p>
<p><span>"Freakin'
cool, man. I could get used to this."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I need to upgrade the projector to handle the new 4k resolution, but since I
don't use it a lot, I haven't been in a hurry to do so." I punched the button
and the screen and projector returned to their hidden positions. "Let's move
on." I headed to the glass wall in the living room, turned on the outside
lights and opened the door, waving a hand to direct my guests outside. I
unlocked the pool shelter and led everyone in.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow,
Max, this is wonderful," said Nancy. "Nice and warm. Have you been swimming
since they completed it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Last
night and this morning with the boys. They love it, too. Probably a wise
investment since they're going to be living here, now."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
really could get used to living here, Max" Tom said. "If you're interested,
I'm available for adoption, too," he laughed. "My parents surrendered their parental
rights years ago." We all laughed along.</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's
head back inside and I'll show you the other end of the house." We headed back
inside after I had re-locked the pool shelter and turned down the hallway
towards the other bedrooms and garage. We entered the bedroom Carol used last
night, "I have three bedrooms on this side of the house. They're all about the
same size and each has its own bathroom. I didn't want guests to have to
share." We passed by the two other bedrooms, saying hi to the boys while they
continued sorting stuff and headed on to the garage. "On this side of the hall
is a half-bath and separate utility room. I also have a fairly good sized room
here that I currently use for storage."</span></p>
<p><span>The
door at the end of the hall opened into the garage. "And this, of course, is
the garage. Nothing much to see in here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you kidding me, Max?" asked George. "Your average Joe doesn't get to walk in
his garage and see a Shelby like that every day."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
just a car, George. And now, it's too small. When it was just me, it was
great, but with four boys, I need something considerably bigger than this."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
trade you my 10-year old minivan for it, even up," he joked, which brought another
laugh from everyone.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I just bet you would. Actually, I have the problem already solved, but it
won't be here for another month. I'll have to check with the Ford dealer to
see if they have something I can rent until my new Flex comes in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
the offer's still open, Max, if you change your mind."</span></p>
<p><span>"George,
stop that. You're embarrassing me," Nancy scolded as she slapped the back of
his head. "I'm sorry, Max, I don't know what's come over him."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
worries, Nancy. If our places were swapped, I'd be making the same offer," I
laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>Ding!</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
yelled, "Incoming!" which gathered another laugh from everyone.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
timing for the food to show up, right at the end of the nickel tour."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait
just a darn minute, Max, I paid a quarter. Where's my change, dang it?" asked
Joy.</span></p>
<p><span>We
headed back into the house and as we passed the boys' rooms, I hollered, "Boys,
wash faces and hands and come eat." That was followed by a resounding cheer
from all four. When we got back to the living room, Carol was already waiting
at the door. I met her there and pulled out my wallet to pay for our pizzas
and breadsticks. Joe rang the bell and we let him in. He handed the food to
Carol while I settled the bill him, including a generous tip to him for making
the delivery.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
Mr. Sanders, appreciate it. Enjoy your supper."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
will Joe, thanks again for making a delivery. I'll try to not make habit out
of it."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
keep tipping like this, I'll deliver every night. See you later." He hopped
in his car and headed out.</span></p>
<p><span>When
the boys came in to the kitchen, I had them set the table for everyone after
getting the plates out of the cabinet for T.J.. Joey and Alex asked everyone
what they wanted to drink, fixed them and set them on the table. We were soon
ready to sit and chow down.</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
quite the little work crew you've got there, Max. I wish our kids were that
helpful," Nancy commented. </span></p>
<p><span>"I
started that this morning with breakfast, I asked for the boys to help set the
table and they were happy to do so. They did the same at lunch, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
still wish our kids would help like that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Nancy, when I was growing up, our parents instilled in me and my siblings that
we had to work together to live together. I intend to pass that on to these
guys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
I send our kids out for a week or two this summer and see if you can work a
miracle with them?" laughed George.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't promise a miracle George, but I'd be happy to do what I can." The rest
of the meal passed quietly and when the boys had emptied their plates, they
took their dishes to the sink, rinsed and stacked them. Then, they came back
to take the adults' dishes and do the same thing.</span></p>
<p><span>Nancy
commented, "Oh, yeah, our kids are definitely coming out sometime this summer."</span></p>
<p><span>We
all laughed, including the boys.</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
asked, "Can they really come out. Even though I'm not going to be living with
you any longer, I'd still like to be friends with them. We always had fun
together."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure we can work something out T.J.," I said. "I don't want you to lose your
friends just because you live here now. After all, we have the pool and the
trails and lots of other things to do out here. They might enjoy the
occasional visit. Why don't you guys keep sorting Mike and T.J.'s things and
we'll get stuff put away in a little bit."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
Max. See y'all later." Alex said as they turned and headed down the hall.</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,
you are one lucky son-of-a-gun," Paul said. "And those are four lucky boys, too."
He turned to Joy and said, "Dear, I think it's time we head for home and let
Max help his sons get organized."</span></p>
<p><span>"Paul,
what you just said, `his sons', I really like the sound of that. I hope I get
used to it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
you will, don't worry. C'mon Joy."</span></p>
<p><span>Nancy
was next with, "I think George and I will be on our way also, Max. You have a
lot of organizing to do and we'll just be in the way. Thanks for supper and
good luck. You're going to need it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
to all of you for helping out today. I really appreciate it and if we can ever
do anything for you, just let me know. Paul, I'll be in touch after a while
about counseling for Mike." I shook hands all around and reminded my new
friends not to be strangers. As I turned around to head back to the others, I
found Carol and Brian standing behind me with their coats and Carol's bag. "You
two are leaving, also?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
Max, you have plenty to deal with at the moment and we don't need to be in your
way, either," Carol said.</span></p>
<p><span>"But
aren't you staying tonight, Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
was the original plan, but the way things happened today, I really don't need
to since we've approved the adoption and this paperwork transfers legal custody
and guardianship of all four boys to you. I think you have everything under
control."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
right, that remains to be seen. Carol, I don't I'll ever be able to adequately
thank you for your help."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
need, Max, it's my job and we have a good result. Don't worry, you'll be just
fine. I'll stay in touch with some follow-up visits, but I'll give you a
couple days' notice before showing up."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
look forward to it." I turned to Brian and said, "Brian it was a pleasure to
meet you and I want to thank you for helping me at the Mueller's today. Sorry
for picking on you about your size, but that's Carol's fault for not warning
me." Carol and Brian both chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
she does that a lot with folks, loves to see their reaction when I show up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
thanks again. You two enjoy your day off tomorrow. We'll see you later."
Carol and Brian turned and headed to their cars to leave.</span></p>
<p><span>I
closed the front door and turned around to find Tom still sitting on the couch
with what appeared to be a rather pensive look on his face. I walked over and
sat next to him, which seemed to rouse his from his thoughts.</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks
like it just you, me and the boys, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it does."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
up, Tom, you seem a bit lost?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not sure Max, can we talk?"</span></p>
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Chapter 13 � Saturday
Saturday morning rolled around and I was awake early. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt and headed out to the kitchen to get some coffee brewing and start working on some breakfast. The smells of fresh coffee, bacon and sausage were finally influencing my house guests and I was hearing noises from the other end of the house. Carol was the first to emerge from her bedroom. She came into the kitchen and sat at a stool at the counter.
"Anything I can do to help, Max?"
"I don't think so, Carol. Everything's about ready. I'm just about the head down and wake the boys." I took off down the hall and stopped at T.J. and Mike's bedroom first. After knocking, I pushed the door open to find both boys sitting on the edge of the bed, T.J. still nude and Mike in his pajamas. "Are you two ready for some breakfast?"
"Just about", T.J. answered. "Mike's been to the bathroom and I'm just heading there." He stood up and ambled slowly to the bathroom.
"Sounds good. Make sure you both wash your hands, come out to kitchen and have a seat at the table. And T.J., please put on of pair of shorts. I was serious last night about wearing clothes in the rest of the house when other people are here."
"Sure thing, Max."
I turned and headed to the twins' bedroom to repeat the process and heard light snoring through the door. I opened the door, looked in, and found the boys all tangled up with each other and the covers on the floor. How they could sleep tied in a knot like that was beyond my ability to comprehend. I walked to the bed to wake them. I gently shook Alex's shoulder, told him it was time to wake up and come have some breakfast. As he untangled himself from his brother, Joey started to open his eyes, also. It was obvious as they rolled onto their backs that both would benefit from a quick trip to the john. I told them to hit the bathroom, wash hands and come out to eat breakfast. I also reminded them to pull on a pair of shorts before they came out to the kitchen. They mumbled they would and I headed back to the kitchen to finish up and get food on the table.
When I got back to the kitchen, T.J. and Mike had joined Carol on a stool at the counter and were talking. Mike was still in his pajamas and T.J. was shirtless, but at least he had on a pair of shorts. I pulled plates out of the cabinet, handed them to T.J. and asked him to set the plates on the table. I then handed Mike silverware and napkins for everyone and had him add those to the table. Both boys seemed happy to help and the table was ready for our breakfast. Joey and Alex stumbled down the hallway towards the kitchen. Amazingly, they both had listened to me and had on shorts.
I asked them to get some glasses out of the cabinet for the four of them, while pointing to the cabinet, then fill them with milk and set them on the table. Everything was finally ready and we sat down to eat. Talk was light as the boys plowed through the eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. I had to help Mike put some honey on his toast as he was having a hard time squeezing the silly bear. Once we were all done eating, I asked the boys to take their dishes to the sink and then had them come back to the table.
"Okay, boys, what would you like to do today?"
T.J. was first to answer and he, of course, wanted to go swimming. Mike wanted to play on the Xbox and the twins said they wanted to see more of my property.
"Okay, how does this sound to you? Why don't we take a walk through the snow and the woods for a while? When we get back to the house, we can take a swim to warm up, then have lunch. After lunch, we can relax in the theater and watch a movie and have some popcorn. We can figure out the rest of the day after that."
"Yeah, let's go!"
"Whoa, buckos. None of you are quite dressed for a walk in the snow. Why don't you head to your rooms, get on some warmer clothes, including two pair of socks? When you're changed, come back and we'll head out." The four scampered to their rooms to get ready. I turned to Carol and asked, "How, about it Carol, you going to join us."
"I'll pass, if you don't mind, Max. I've never been much for the cold. If my parents didn't live here, I'd probably be in Florida or Arizona somewhere else warm. Besides, I need to call Anna and tell her about the Mueller's and see if she has any thoughts on where the twins will go next."
"No problem, Carol. I'm the same way with the cold. I don't usually wander the woods this time of year, but I thought it would occupy the boys for a while. Besides, your call is important. I'll be interested to hear what Anna says. When you're done with your call, if you'd like, feel free to grab a book from my study. There's plenty there to choose from."
"I'd like that, Max. I'll curl up by the fireplace and read a bit. You guys have fun out there and I'll see you in a little while."
I headed to my room to get bundled up for a snowy trek through the woods and then met the boys by the front door. We headed out and I led them to the nearest trail I had cut through the trees, one that usually took about an hour to hike in good weather. As we walked, the boys were constantly chattering about the things they were seeing. I suggested they might want to quiet down for a little bit as we were coming to a point on the trail where I frequently found deer. The boys got all quiet and started tiptoeing through the trees. As we turned a corner in the trail, we were not disappointed. Six deer were straight ahead of us, grazing through the underbrush. The boys were awestruck. T.J. started to get closer and I grabbed his shoulder to hold him back.
"Hold on, there, T.J. They might look tame, but they're as wild as they can be. They'll tolerate us being here as long as we don't get any closer."
"Aw, man, I wanted to pet one."
"Sorry, but these guys and gals aren't pets that you can touch or hold. If you tried, they'd either run off or knock you silly with their hooves."
"That's too bad," Joey said, "I bet they'd make great pets."
"Yeah, we could put up a fence in the yard and corral them," added Alex.
"What's this we stuff? You don't actually live here, you know. Not yet anyway."
"Yeah, we know," Alex mumbled. "Soon enough though, I bet."
"I'm hoping for that also. Well, you guys getting cold yet? Ready to head back to the house and go for a swim?"
"Yeah," they all hollered, scaring off the deer.
We turned around and headed back to the house. When we got back to the house, we headed in through the garage so we could remove our snow-covered clothes there instead of tracking snow throughout the house. We all stripped down to our underwear then headed into the house. I grabbed a towel from Joey and Alex's bathroom so I could get through the house and past Carol without embarrassing myself or her. While the boys got changed in their rooms, I headed to my bedroom to get changed for a swim, hearing a whistle behind me as I passed through the living room. We met up in the living room to head out to the pool. Carol got up to join us and caught up with the group as I unlocked and opened the door to the pool. The boys tossed their towels on the table and jumped in the pool. I sat with Carol to ask about her call to Anna.
"So, did you get in touch with Anna and, if so, what did she have to say?" I asked.
"I did. She was less than thrilled about the Mueller's skipping out, but when I told her why they did, she didn't seem too unhappy about it. I think Anna's finally moving into the current century with her thinking."
"And...?" I prodded.
"I gave her my thoughts and, surprisingly, she agreed with me."
"Quit holding back," I uttered, "What's going to happen with Joey and Alex? I can't stand not knowing where they're going tomorrow afternoon."
"Well, Max. I have one more call to make to finalize the plans, but I have to wait until I know the person's available before I call."
"When will that be?" I pushed.
"About an hour or so. I'll make the call as soon as I can."
"It sounds like you've done all you can for now. I guess I'll join the boys in the pool for a bit."
"You go right ahead, I'll be right here reading and watching you guys play."
I jumped in the pool, much to the delight of four rambunctious boys. We spent the next hour swimming and playing. I spent some more time with Joey teaching him to float and once he seemed to have it figured out, I moved on to help Alex. Alex caught on to floating very quickly and it was T.J.'s turn. The whole time I was working with those three, Mike was just swimming back and forth across the width of the pool. He'd take a short break every 5 or so laps and then start up again.
Once T.J. had floating mastered, I waded over to Mike and said, "You swim pretty well for a munchkin, Mike. How'd you get so good?"
"It's the one thing I liked to do that my mom and dad liked, too. We lived in a trailer park that had its own pool and I'd go there every day I could. Last summer, the park arranged to have YMCA lifeguards come in to give lessons to all the kids in the park. It was great. When the classes were done, I got a ribbon for being the best swimmer in the park."
"I can see you learned a lot. You might be able to help the others learn to swim better."
"I can't do that, they're all older than me."
"Just because they're older, Mike, doesn't mean they can't learn from you. I bet you'd do just fine helping them."
"I don't know, Max. You think they'll listen to a pipsqueak like me?"
"If I tell them they have to, they won't have a choice, will they?"
"No, I guess not," Mike giggled. "Thanks, Max."
"You guys getting hungry, yet? I'm starving."
"Yeah, let's eat," they screamed. Man, they were loud inside that shelter.
"Okay, let's get dried off, showered, dressed and fix some grub." We climbed out of the pool and grabbed our towels, and did a quick wipe-down before darting for the house. Once inside, we headed for our bedrooms to get cleaned up. After I was dressed, I headed to the kitchen to start the grill built in the stovetop so I could cook hamburgers and hot dogs for lunch. I stopped at T.J. and Mike's room to see if they were okay and finding they were, headed to check on the twins. They were drying off, so I headed back to the kitchen to start the cooking.
When the boys returned to the kitchen, I had them set up the table again like they had done for breakfast. I had to reach the plates for T.J., but the others were able to get the items they needed by themselves. I offered Pepsi as drinks with lunch and that option was well-received. Alex had gotten the glasses and Joey poured the drinks, then they each took two glasses and carried them to the table. The table was set and ready in very short order, we just needed the food. I asked Carol to get the chips out, then had Joey get the ketchup, mustard and relish out and on the table. By the time those were ready, the meat was done.
I set the platter of burgers and dogs on the table, then grabbed the buns. Between Carol and I, we pretty quickly had the boys' plates all set and it was our turn to fix our plates. Lunch was a fairly quiet affair and the platter was soon empty signaling clean-up time. I had the boys take their dishes to the sink while Carol and I started cleaning up the remaining items. Alex and Joey seemed to charge with the dishes, first rinsing their own and then T.J.'s and Mike's and stacking them all in the sink. They came back to the table to get the last of the plates and proceeded to rinse and stack them with the others. The kitchen was cleaned up in a heartbeat with all the help the boys added.
"Great job, boys. Thanks for your help. I could get use to this."
"We're just trying to do our part, Max," Alex remarked.
"Yeah, we're doing everything we can to have you pick us as the ones to adopt," added Joey.
"Hang on there, hotrods, this is not a competition or a test. Come here, all of you, take a seat on the couch. We need to have a chat." I could tell that T.J. and Mike were unhappy with what the other two had said. Just as I sat down to start the conversation, the phone rang. I was going to ask Carol to grab it and take a message, but she had disappeared. Bathroom break, I assumed. "Hang on guys, I have to answer that. Don't go anywhere. We're still going to have a chat."
I grabbed the phone in the kitchen on the fourth ring, "Max Sanders."
A deep voice asked, "Is this Maxwill Sanders, the famous author?"
Great, I thought, a lunatic fan. "Nope, sorry, you have the wrong number." I looked over at the couch and saw I had four sets of eyes watching as the boys kneeled on the couch, peering over the back at me. I turned around so they couldn't see my face as the call continued.
"Are you certain? I was sure this was the right number," the deep voice continued. "Aren't you the Maxwill Sanders who is hosting four young guests for the weekend?"
"Well, yes, I am, but how could you know that?"
The voice abruptly changed to one I immediately recognized, "Max, it's Carol. I'm calling from the bedroom," she chuckled.
"Might I ask why you are doing this?" I quizzed her, but trying to sound disinterested so as not to attract too much attention from the boys.
"Sure," Carol continued. "As I understand it, those four young guests are all looking for new and forever homes. Is that correct?"
"You know it is."
"Well, I thought you'd like to know that after our conversation this morning, Anna has given her approval for you to adopt all four. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack, Max."
"When?"
"Well, the final paperwork needs to be completed and you will all have to go court in about six months for the official hearing in front of a juvenile judge, but with my recommendation, that's just a formality. And, if you want, the boys can go ahead and move in now."
I was really trying hard to maintain my composure and sound natural. "Sounds good. Can I ask why we're having this conversation over the phone and not in person?"
"I thought you'd like to tell the boys yourself."
"Thanks, I'll do that right now."
I hung up the phone and took a moment to catch my breath and wits before turning around and walking back to couch to finally have my chat with the boys, a very different conversation than the one I had originally planned. I sat on the table facing the boys, took a deep breath and began the conversation that would forever change our lives.
"Well, boys, it's a good thing I answered that call as it was very important."
"It was about us, wasn't it?" asked Joey.
"You're not going to adopt us after all, are you, Max?" added Alex.
T.J. dropped his head and I could see tears forming in Mike's eye.
"You're right Alex, I'm not going to adopt one of you?"
"Why not!? I thought you liked us."
"Oh, I do. More than I should after such a short time together. But that's why I'm not adopting just one of you."
"Huh? What you spoutin' Max?"
"Nope, I decided adopting one of you wasn't going to work because I could never pick just one of you. So, I'm doing the only logical thing and I'm going to adopt all four of you."
"No shit!! Yee-ha!!" yelled Joey as he jumped off the couch and started dancing. He abruptly stopped and said, "Oops, sorry Max, that slipped."
"It's okay this time, young man."
"When do we get move in?" asked Alex.
"Last night," I said.
"Really, we get to stay and not go back to our other homes?"
"Yep. You guys good with that?"
"You bet!!"
Joey, Alex and T.J. started a little happy dance when I finally noticed Mike was curled into ball on the couch and appeared to be crying. I sat down next to him and pulled him up in my lap. He was most definitely crying.
"Hey, Mike, what's up? Didn't you hear, you get to stay here with T.J., Alex and Joey and become my sons."
"Yeah, but I like Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland. I'll miss them."
"I'm sure you will, buddy. Don't worry, you'll still get to see them. I'll make sure of that."
"You will?" he sniveled.
"Of course, I will. Would you like to call and tell them the news?"
"Really? I can do that?"
"Of course, you can. Come on. You other three, quiet down for a minute, Mike needs to make a phone call."
"Who's he calling."
"Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland. He wants to tell them the news about being adopted. And when he's done, I think T.J. should call the Hamilton's and let them know, also, okay."
"Sure thing, that's a great idea," T.J. answered. "They were hoping things would work out this time."
"Wait, you've been through this before and nobody followed through."
"Yep, this is my fourth home visit."
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, T.J., but no more. You have a home now! And three new brothers, to boot."
"I get to kick `em!? Cool, come here you two, Max says I get to kick you."
"No, I didn't, T.J., you misunderstood."
"Rats. I was lookin' forward to it. Maybe later," he laughed.
"Come on you two, let's go make those calls. Carol, can you do me a favor and make sure these other two don't tear down the house while we call the Kirkland's and Hamilton's so the boys can tell them the good news."
"Sure, you go on."
"Thanks, Carol. I think we'll use the phone in the study. It should be quieter in there."
"Ha! I have no doubt."
Mike, T.J. and I headed for my study. I took a seat at the desk and asked, "Who wants to go first?" Mike raised his hand. I pulled him over and set him in my lap. I put the phone on speaker and dialed the number Paul had given me last night.
"Hello?" Paul answered.
"Good afternoon, Paul, this Max Sanders. How are you today?"
"Good, Max, how are you and the boys doing? I worry about Michael."
"We're all doing just great, Paul. Thanks for asking. Is your wife close, Michael has something he'd like to tell you both."
"Sure, hang on a second." Paul covered the phone and I heard him call, "Joy, come here, Michael's on the phone and wants to tell us something." He came back to our call, "She's coming."
"No problem, Paul, do you have a speaker on the phone so she can listen, too?"
"Sure, let me switch it on." Paul made the switch just as his wife came in the room. "Okay, Joy's here and we're on speaker."
"Michael, it's Joy, how you doin'?"
"I'm great Mrs. Kirkland. Hi Mr. Kirkland."
"Hi, Michael. What's this news that couldn't wait?"
"Well, Max, um, Mr. Sanders just got a phone call and after the call, he told us he gets to adopt all four of us."
"Wow! That's great news," Paul said. "Congratulations Max and Michael."
"Oh, Michael, that's just wonderful. We're going to miss having you, though," added Joy.
"I'll miss both of you, too, but I'm getting a new dad and three new brothers. I never had brothers before. It's gonna' be great!"
"Paul, Joy, Max again. Michael wanted to be the one to tell you the news. I got off the phone no more than five minutes ago, and he couldn't wait to call."
"When will he be moving in with you, Max?" Paul asked.
"Well, that's what's gonna' be a bit weird. According to Carol, he moved in last night."
"Oh my, that's awful quick. Are they sure about this?" Joy asked.
"Yeah, they are guys. After the incident with Frank and Iris at Steak `n Shake last night, Carol made some calls this morning and made arrangements for Joey and Alex to just stay here instead of trying to find another foster family for a couple of weeks or months. Since they were bending rules for those two, they decided to bend them for the other two."
"What incident, Paul? You didn't tell me about anything that happened," Joy commented.
"I'll tell you later Joy. Listen, Max, what do you want us to do with Michael's other things that are still here?"
"Well, we could come in later this afternoon or evening to pick them up, if that's okay with you? The only problem is my car's a Mustang and doesn't have a lot of room, so we'd probably have to make a couple trips to get everything."
"No problem, Max, but it sounds like you have plenty other things to deal with today. How `bout we pack his things up and bring them out to you? That would give us a chance to goodbye to Michael."
"Yeah, you're right, I have more than enough to deal with now. It'd be a great help to us if you don't mind making the trip."
"No problem, Max, we'll be glad to help any way we can. I can bring Joy up to speed on last night as we put things together. Shouldn't take us too long and we could be there in a couple hours."
"That would work out fine, Paul. Say, I was planning to order pizza for supper tonight, would you two like to join us?"
"Sure, Max, we'd like that. Should we bring anything with us?"
"Just your appetites, I'll have everything else covered. Let me give you directions to the house."
"Just give me the address, Max. We have satnav in the car and I'm sure it can find you."
"Okay, here it is." I gave them the address and phone number just in case their navigation unit wasn't updated and needed to call. "Thanks, again, folks, we'll see you in a while."
I punched the button to disconnect the phone, told Mike to go out with his brothers while we called T.J.'s foster-parents. Mike scooted off my lap and ran out to the living room. T.J. then hopped up and filled my lap again. I dialed the number for the Hamilton's.
"Hamilton house, who do you want to talk to?" a young voice answered.
"Hi, is your mom or dad there? This is Max Sanders."
"Yeah, hang on." I heard a clunk as the phone was laid down and a kid yelling, "Mom! Phone's for you. Some Sandy dude."
T.J. laughed, "That's Olivia, no manners at all."
Nancy picked up the phone, "Hello? Max?"
"Hi, Nancy, yes, this is Max Sanders. We met last night at Steak `n Shake when you brought T.J. out."
"Is everything alright? I wasn't expecting to hear from anybody until tomorrow afternoon."
"Things couldn't be better, Nancy."
"Oh, thank goodness."
"T.J.'s here, too, and he has something he'd like to tell you himself. Is your husband home so he can hear this, too?"
"No, George is at work, again. Hi Thomas, what's going on."
"I got some great news, Mrs. Hamilton. Mr. Sanders can adopt me! And the others, too!! I'm finally getting a real home," T.J. squealed.
"Oh, that's great Thomas. I'm so happy for you and the others. This is a wonderful thing you're doing, Max. Life-altering, but wonderful."
"It will surely change life around here, no doubt about that. For the better, I'm hoping."
"Oh, for sure, Max. There's nothing better in this world than being a parent."
"Now, what arrangements can we make to pick up T.J.'s other belongings? Mike's foster-parents are going to bring his stuff out in a while and are going to join us for a pizza dinner. Would you and your family like to join us? We have plenty of room for everyone."
"I'll have to call George and ask him, but I think that'll be fine. To be honest, T.J. didn't have a lot when he came to live with us, so it won't take long to pack it up."
"You'd be doing me a huge favor, Nancy. I appreciate it."
"Oh, happy to help. I'm just so happy for Thomas. I'll call George right now and let him know our evening plans have changed. Give me your address, Max, and we'll see you in a little bit."
I gave Nancy the address and we hung up. I lifted T.J. off my lap and we headed back to the living room, me walking and T.J. dancing the cutest little happy dance I have ever seen. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 13</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472711684"><span>Chapter
13 � Saturday</span></a></h2>
<p><span>Saturday
morning rolled around and I was awake early. I pulled on some shorts and a
shirt and headed out to the kitchen to get some coffee brewing and start
working on some breakfast. The smells of fresh coffee, bacon and sausage were
finally influencing my house guests and I was hearing noises from the other end
of the house. Carol was the first to emerge from her bedroom. She came into
the kitchen and sat at a stool at the counter. </span></p>
<p><span>"Anything
I can do to help, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't think so, Carol. Everything's about ready. I'm just about the head down
and wake the boys." I took off down the hall and stopped at T.J. and Mike's
bedroom first. After knocking, I pushed the door open to find both boys
sitting on the edge of the bed, T.J. still nude and Mike in his pajamas. "Are
you two ready for some breakfast?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
about", T.J. answered. "Mike's been to the bathroom and I'm just heading
there." He stood up and ambled slowly to the bathroom.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good. Make sure you both wash your hands, come out to kitchen and have a seat
at the table. And T.J., please put on of pair of shorts. I was serious last
night about wearing clothes in the rest of the house when other people are
here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>I
turned and headed to the twins' bedroom to repeat the process and heard light
snoring through the door. I opened the door, looked in, and found the boys all
tangled up with each other and the covers on the floor. How they could sleep
tied in a knot like that was beyond my ability to comprehend. I walked to the
bed to wake them. I gently shook Alex's shoulder, told him it was time to wake
up and come have some breakfast. As he untangled himself from his brother,
Joey started to open his eyes, also. It was obvious as they rolled onto their
backs that both would benefit from a quick trip to the john. I told them to
hit the bathroom, wash hands and come out to eat breakfast. I also reminded
them to pull on a pair of shorts before they came out to the kitchen. They
mumbled they would and I headed back to the kitchen to finish up and get food
on the table.</span></p>
<p><span>When
I got back to the kitchen, T.J. and Mike had joined Carol on a stool at the
counter and were talking. Mike was still in his pajamas and T.J. was
shirtless, but at least he had on a pair of shorts. I pulled plates out of the
cabinet, handed them to T.J. and asked him to set the plates on the table. I
then handed Mike silverware and napkins for everyone and had him add those to
the table. Both boys seemed happy to help and the table was ready for our
breakfast. Joey and Alex stumbled down the hallway towards the kitchen.
Amazingly, they both had listened to me and had on shorts.</span></p>
<p><span>I
asked them to get some glasses out of the cabinet for the four of them, while
pointing to the cabinet, then fill them with milk and set them on the table.
Everything was finally ready and we sat down to eat. Talk was light as the
boys plowed through the eggs, bacon, sausage and toast. I had to help Mike put
some honey on his toast as he was having a hard time squeezing the silly bear.
Once we were all done eating, I asked the boys to take their dishes to the sink
and then had them come back to the table.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
boys, what would you like to do today?"</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
was first to answer and he, of course, wanted to go swimming. Mike wanted to
play on the Xbox and the twins said they wanted to see more of my property.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
how does this sound to you? Why don't we take a walk through the snow and the
woods for a while? When we get back to the house, we can take a swim to warm
up, then have lunch. After lunch, we can relax in the theater and watch a
movie and have some popcorn. We can figure out the rest of the day after
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
let's go!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
buckos. None of you are quite dressed for a walk in the snow. Why don't you
head to your rooms, get on some warmer clothes, including two pair of socks?
When you're changed, come back and we'll head out." The four scampered to
their rooms to get ready. I turned to Carol and asked, "How, about it Carol,
you going to join us."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
pass, if you don't mind, Max. I've never been much for the cold. If my
parents didn't live here, I'd probably be in Florida or Arizona somewhere else
warm. Besides, I need to call Anna and tell her about the Mueller's and see if
she has any thoughts on where the twins will go next."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, Carol. I'm the same way with the cold. I don't usually wander the
woods this time of year, but I thought it would occupy the boys for a while.
Besides, your call is important. I'll be interested to hear what Anna says.
When you're done with your call, if you'd like, feel free to grab a book from
my study. There's plenty there to choose from."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
like that, Max. I'll curl up by the fireplace and read a bit. You guys have
fun out there and I'll see you in a little while." </span></p>
<p><span>I
headed to my room to get bundled up for a snowy trek through the woods and then
met the boys by the front door. We headed out and I led them to the nearest
trail I had cut through the trees, one that usually took about an hour to hike
in good weather. As we walked, the boys were constantly chattering about the
things they were seeing. I suggested they might want to quiet down for a little
bit as we were coming to a point on the trail where I frequently found deer.
The boys got all quiet and started tiptoeing through the trees. As we turned a
corner in the trail, we were not disappointed. Six deer were straight ahead of
us, grazing through the underbrush. The boys were awestruck. T.J. started to
get closer and I grabbed his shoulder to hold him back.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hold
on, there, T.J. They might look tame, but they're as wild as they can be.
They'll tolerate us being here as long as we don't get any closer."</span></p>
<p><span>"Aw,
man, I wanted to pet one."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
but these guys and gals aren't pets that you can touch or hold. If you tried,
they'd either run off or knock you silly with their hooves."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
too bad," Joey said, "I bet they'd make great pets."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we could put up a fence in the yard and corral them," added Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
this we stuff? You don't actually live here, you know. Not yet anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we know," Alex mumbled. "Soon enough though, I bet."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
hoping for that also. Well, you guys getting cold yet? Ready to head back to
the house and go for a swim?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
they all hollered, scaring off the deer. </span></p>
<p><span>We
turned around and headed back to the house. When we got back to the house, we
headed in through the garage so we could remove our snow-covered clothes there
instead of tracking snow throughout the house. We all stripped down to our
underwear then headed into the house. I grabbed a towel from Joey and Alex's
bathroom so I could get through the house and past Carol without embarrassing
myself or her. While the boys got changed in their rooms, I headed to my
bedroom to get changed for a swim, hearing a whistle behind me as I passed
through the living room. We met up in the living room to head out to the
pool. Carol got up to join us and caught up with the group as I unlocked and
opened the door to the pool. The boys tossed their towels on the table and
jumped in the pool. I sat with Carol to ask about her call to Anna.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
did you get in touch with Anna and, if so, what did she have to say?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
did. She was less than thrilled about the Mueller's skipping out, but when I
told her why they did, she didn't seem too unhappy about it. I think Anna's
finally moving into the current century with her thinking."</span></p>
<p><span>"And...?"
I prodded.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
gave her my thoughts and, surprisingly, she agreed with me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Quit
holding back," I uttered, "What's going to happen with Joey and Alex? I can't
stand not knowing where they're going tomorrow afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Max. I have one more call to make to finalize the plans, but I have to wait
until I know the person's available before I call."</span></p>
<p><span>"When
will that be?" I pushed.</span></p>
<p><span>"About
an hour or so. I'll make the call as soon as I can."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
sounds like you've done all you can for now. I guess I'll join the boys in the
pool for a bit."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
go right ahead, I'll be right here reading and watching you guys play."</span></p>
<p><span>I
jumped in the pool, much to the delight of four rambunctious boys. We spent
the next hour swimming and playing. I spent some more time with Joey teaching
him to float and once he seemed to have it figured out, I moved on to help
Alex. Alex caught on to floating very quickly and it was T.J.'s turn. The
whole time I was working with those three, Mike was just swimming back and forth
across the width of the pool. He'd take a short break every 5 or so laps and
then start up again. </span></p>
<p><span>Once
T.J. had floating mastered, I waded over to Mike and said, "You swim pretty
well for a munchkin, Mike. How'd you get so good?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
the one thing I liked to do that my mom and dad liked, too. We lived in a
trailer park that had its own pool and I'd go there every day I could. Last
summer, the park arranged to have YMCA lifeguards come in to give lessons to
all the kids in the park. It was great. When the classes were done, I got a
ribbon for being the best swimmer in the park."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can see you learned a lot. You might be able to help the others learn to swim
better."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't do that, they're all older than me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
because they're older, Mike, doesn't mean they can't learn from you. I bet
you'd do just fine helping them."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, Max. You think they'll listen to a pipsqueak like me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
I tell them they have to, they won't have a choice, will they?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I guess not," Mike giggled. "Thanks, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
guys getting hungry, yet? I'm starving."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
let's eat," they screamed. Man, they were loud inside that shelter.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
let's get dried off, showered, dressed and fix some grub." We climbed out of
the pool and grabbed our towels, and did a quick wipe-down before darting for
the house. Once inside, we headed for our bedrooms to get cleaned up. After I
was dressed, I headed to the kitchen to start the grill built in the stovetop
so I could cook hamburgers and hot dogs for lunch. I stopped at T.J. and
Mike's room to see if they were okay and finding they were, headed to check on
the twins. They were drying off, so I headed back to the kitchen to start the
cooking.</span></p>
<p><span>When
the boys returned to the kitchen, I had them set up the table again like they
had done for breakfast. I had to reach the plates for T.J., but the others
were able to get the items they needed by themselves. I offered Pepsi as drinks
with lunch and that option was well-received. Alex had gotten the glasses and
Joey poured the drinks, then they each took two glasses and carried them to the
table. The table was set and ready in very short order, we just needed the
food. I asked Carol to get the chips out, then had Joey get the ketchup,
mustard and relish out and on the table. By the time those were ready, the
meat was done. </span></p>
<p><span>I
set the platter of burgers and dogs on the table, then grabbed the buns.
Between Carol and I, we pretty quickly had the boys' plates all set and it was
our turn to fix our plates. Lunch was a fairly quiet affair and the platter
was soon empty signaling clean-up time. I had the boys take their dishes to
the sink while Carol and I started cleaning up the remaining items. Alex and
Joey seemed to charge with the dishes, first rinsing their own and then T.J.'s
and Mike's and stacking them all in the sink. They came back to the table to
get the last of the plates and proceeded to rinse and stack them with the
others. The kitchen was cleaned up in a heartbeat with all the help the boys
added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Great
job, boys. Thanks for your help. I could get use to this."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
just trying to do our part, Max," Alex remarked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we're doing everything we can to have you pick us as the ones to adopt," added
Joey.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hang
on there, hotrods, this is not a competition or a test. Come here, all of you,
take a seat on the couch. We need to have a chat." I could tell that T.J. and
Mike were unhappy with what the other two had said. Just as I sat down to
start the conversation, the phone rang. I was going to ask Carol to grab it
and take a message, but she had disappeared. Bathroom break, I assumed. "Hang
on guys, I have to answer that. Don't go anywhere. We're still going to have
a chat."</span></p>
<p><span>I
grabbed the phone in the kitchen on the fourth ring, "Max Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>A
deep voice asked, "Is this Maxwill Sanders, the famous author?"</span></p>
<p><span>Great,
I thought, a lunatic fan. "Nope, sorry, you have the wrong number." I looked
over at the couch and saw I had four sets of eyes watching as the boys kneeled
on the couch, peering over the back at me. I turned around so they couldn't
see my face as the call continued.</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you certain? I was sure this was the right number," the deep voice continued.
"Aren't you the Maxwill Sanders who is hosting four young guests for the
weekend?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
yes, I am, but how could you know that?"</span></p>
<p><span>The
voice abruptly changed to one I immediately recognized, "Max, it's Carol. I'm
calling from the bedroom," she chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Might
I ask why you are doing this?" I quizzed her, but trying to sound disinterested
so as not to attract too much attention from the boys.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,"
Carol continued. "As I understand it, those four young guests are all looking
for new and forever homes. Is that correct?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
know it is."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I thought you'd like to know that after our conversation this morning, Anna has
given her approval for you to adopt all four. Do you think you can handle
that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you serious?"</span></p>
<p><span>"As
a heart attack, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"When?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
the final paperwork needs to be completed and you will all have to go court in
about six months for the official hearing in front of a juvenile judge, but
with my recommendation, that's just a formality. And, if you want, the boys
can go ahead and move in now."</span></p>
<p><span>I
was really trying hard to maintain my composure and sound natural. "Sounds
good. Can I ask why we're having this conversation over the phone and not in
person?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
thought you'd like to tell the boys yourself."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
I'll do that right now."</span></p>
<p><span>I
hung up the phone and took a moment to catch my breath and wits before turning
around and walking back to couch to finally have my chat with the boys, a very
different conversation than the one I had originally planned. I sat on the
table facing the boys, took a deep breath and began the conversation that would
forever change our lives.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
boys, it's a good thing I answered that call as it was very important."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was about us, wasn't it?" asked Joey.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
not going to adopt us after all, are you, Max?" added Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
dropped his head and I could see tears forming in Mike's eye.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
right Alex, I'm not going to adopt one of you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not!? I thought you liked us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I do. More than I should after such a short time together. But that's why I'm
not adopting just one of you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Huh?
What you spoutin' Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
I decided adopting one of you wasn't going to work because I could never pick
just one of you. So, I'm doing the only logical thing and I'm going to adopt
all four of you."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
shit!! Yee-ha!!" yelled Joey as he jumped off the couch and started dancing.
He abruptly stopped and said, "Oops, sorry Max, that slipped."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
okay this time, young man."</span></p>
<p><span>"When
do we get move in?" asked Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Last
night," I said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Really,
we get to stay and not go back to our other homes?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep.
You guys good with that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet!!"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey,
Alex and T.J. started a little happy dance when I finally noticed Mike was
curled into ball on the couch and appeared to be crying. I sat down next to
him and pulled him up in my lap. He was most definitely crying.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
Mike, what's up? Didn't you hear, you get to stay here with T.J., Alex and
Joey and become my sons."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
but I like Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland. I'll miss them."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure you will, buddy. Don't worry, you'll still get to see them. I'll make
sure of that."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
will?" he sniveled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, I will. Would you like to call and tell them the news?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Really?
I can do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, you can. Come on. You other three, quiet down for a minute, Mike
needs to make a phone call."</span></p>
<p><span>"Who's
he calling."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
and Mrs. Kirkland. He wants to tell them the news about being adopted. And
when he's done, I think T.J. should call the Hamilton's and let them know, also,
okay."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, that's a great idea," T.J. answered. "They were hoping things would
work out this time."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
you've been through this before and nobody followed through."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
this is my fourth home visit."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry you had to deal with that, T.J., but no more. You have a home now! And
three new brothers, to boot."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
get to kick `em!? Cool, come here you two, Max says I get to kick you."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I didn't, T.J., you misunderstood."</span></p>
<p><span>"Rats.
I was lookin' forward to it. Maybe later," he laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Come
on you two, let's go make those calls. Carol, can you do me a favor and make
sure these other two don't tear down the house while we call the Kirkland's and
Hamilton's so the boys can tell them the good news."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
you go on."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Carol. I think we'll use the phone in the study. It should be quieter in
there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ha!
I have no doubt."</span></p>
<p><span>Mike,
T.J. and I headed for my study. I took a seat at the desk and asked, "Who
wants to go first?" Mike raised his hand. I pulled him over and set him in my
lap. I put the phone on speaker and dialed the number Paul had given me last
night.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hello?"
Paul answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon, Paul, this Max Sanders. How are you today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
Max, how are you and the boys doing? I worry about Michael."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
all doing just great, Paul. Thanks for asking. Is your wife close, Michael
has something he'd like to tell you both."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
hang on a second." Paul covered the phone and I heard him call, "Joy, come
here, Michael's on the phone and wants to tell us something." He came back to
our call, "She's coming."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, Paul, do you have a speaker on the phone so she can listen, too?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
let me switch it on." Paul made the switch just as his wife came in the room.
"Okay, Joy's here and we're on speaker."</span></p>
<p><span>"Michael,
it's Joy, how you doin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
great Mrs. Kirkland. Hi Mr. Kirkland."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
Michael. What's this news that couldn't wait?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Max, um, Mr. Sanders just got a phone call and after the call, he told us he
gets to adopt all four of us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow!
That's great news," Paul said. "Congratulations Max and Michael."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
Michael, that's just wonderful. We're going to miss having you, though," added
Joy.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
miss both of you, too, but I'm getting a new dad and three new brothers. I
never had brothers before. It's gonna' be great!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Paul,
Joy, Max again. Michael wanted to be the one to tell you the news. I got off
the phone no more than five minutes ago, and he couldn't wait to call."</span></p>
<p><span>"When
will he be moving in with you, Max?" Paul asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that's what's gonna' be a bit weird. According to Carol, he moved in last
night."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
my, that's awful quick. Are they sure about this?" Joy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
they are guys. After the incident with Frank and Iris at Steak `n Shake last
night, Carol made some calls this morning and made arrangements for Joey and
Alex to just stay here instead of trying to find another foster family for a
couple of weeks or months. Since they were bending rules for those two, they
decided to bend them for the other two."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
incident, Paul? You didn't tell me about anything that happened," Joy
commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
tell you later Joy. Listen, Max, what do you want us to do with Michael's
other things that are still here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we could come in later this afternoon or evening to pick them up, if that's okay
with you? The only problem is my car's a Mustang and doesn't have a lot of
room, so we'd probably have to make a couple trips to get everything."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, Max, but it sounds like you have plenty other things to deal with
today. How `bout we pack his things up and bring them out to you? That would
give us a chance to goodbye to Michael."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
you're right, I have more than enough to deal with now. It'd be a great help
to us if you don't mind making the trip."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, Max, we'll be glad to help any way we can. I can bring Joy up to
speed on last night as we put things together. Shouldn't take us too long and
we could be there in a couple hours."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
would work out fine, Paul. Say, I was planning to order pizza for supper
tonight, would you two like to join us?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
Max, we'd like that. Should we bring anything with us?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
your appetites, I'll have everything else covered. Let me give you directions
to the house." </span></p>
<p><span>"Just
give me the address, Max. We have satnav in the car and I'm sure it can find
you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
here it is." I gave them the address and phone number just in case their
navigation unit wasn't updated and needed to call. "Thanks, again, folks,
we'll see you in a while."</span></p>
<p><span>I
punched the button to disconnect the phone, told Mike to go out with his
brothers while we called T.J.'s foster-parents. Mike scooted off my lap and
ran out to the living room. T.J. then hopped up and filled my lap again. I
dialed the number for the Hamilton's.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hamilton
house, who do you want to talk to?" a young voice answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
is your mom or dad there? This is Max Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
hang on." I heard a clunk as the phone was laid down and a kid yelling, "Mom!
Phone's for you. Some Sandy dude."</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
laughed, "That's Olivia, no manners at all."</span></p>
<p><span>Nancy
picked up the phone, "Hello? Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
Nancy, yes, this is Max Sanders. We met last night at Steak `n Shake when you
brought T.J. out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
everything alright? I wasn't expecting to hear from anybody until tomorrow
afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Things
couldn't be better, Nancy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
thank goodness."</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.'s
here, too, and he has something he'd like to tell you himself. Is your husband
home so he can hear this, too?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
George is at work, again. Hi Thomas, what's going on."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
got some great news, Mrs. Hamilton. Mr. Sanders can adopt me! And the others,
too!! I'm finally getting a real home," T.J. squealed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
that's great Thomas. I'm so happy for you and the others. This is a wonderful
thing you're doing, Max. Life-altering, but wonderful."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
will surely change life around here, no doubt about that. For the better, I'm
hoping."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
for sure, Max. There's nothing better in this world than being a parent."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
what arrangements can we make to pick up T.J.'s other belongings? Mike's
foster-parents are going to bring his stuff out in a while and are going to
join us for a pizza dinner. Would you and your family like to join us? We
have plenty of room for everyone."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
have to call George and ask him, but I think that'll be fine. To be honest,
T.J. didn't have a lot when he came to live with us, so it won't take long to
pack it up."</span></p>
<p><span>"You'd
be doing me a huge favor, Nancy. I appreciate it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
happy to help. I'm just so happy for Thomas. I'll call George right now and
let him know our evening plans have changed. Give me your address, Max, and
we'll see you in a little bit."</span></p>
<p><span>I gave Nancy the address and we hung up. I
lifted T.J. off my lap and we headed back to the living room, me walking and
T.J. dancing the cutest little happy dance I have ever seen.</span></p>
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Chapter 14 � Confrontation
When I returned to living room, I got the boys settled down and had them sit on the couch.
"Okay, guys, it looks like this is your new home and as of last night, you all now live here." They all cheered loudly and Carol gave a small round of applause. I was quickly surrounded by all four boys as they attempted to hug the stuffing out me. "Thanks, fellas, I love you, too. You owe a great big thank-you hug to Carol, also. I don't think this would have happened if it hadn't been for her help. Especially, not this soon." They turned and smothered Carol in big group hug, all saying thanks.
"Okay, have a seat again. There's a few more things to tell you." Once all four had returned to the couch, I continued, "Mike and T.J.'s foster-parents are going to be bringing the rest of their stuff out later this afternoon and they are going to stay for pizza as a bit of a celebration."
Joey got a worried look on his face and asked, "The Mueller's aren't coming, are they? I don't ever wanna see them again."
"Absolutely not. I have no intention of them ever having contact with you again."
"But what about our stuff?" asked Alex. "We only brought what we needed for a weekend and left a whole bunch at their house."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of that. I'll go there this afternoon and retrieve your belongings myself."
"Whoo, that's good, we left a bunch of stuff that we don't want to lose," said a relieved Alex.
"Yeah, the only picture we have of our parents is there," added Joey.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. It will all be brought back here in a little bit. I just need to draft a little bit of help." I turned to Carol and asked, "Would you be willing to stay with the boys this afternoon while I deal with this?"
"Sure thing, Max. I'll arrange some help for you, too."
"How are you going to do that?"
"No worries, Max. I just to need to make a couple of quick phone calls. Be right back." She turned and headed to her bedroom, leaving me with the wild bunch.
"Okay, guys, since we're having pizza tonight, I need to find out what you like so I can order them when I get back. And remember, one at a time so I can hear. Let's start with Mike."
"I don't want nothin' but cheese."
"Sausage and pepperoni for me, please," from T.J.
"Whatever meats they got, no green junk or fungus for us," added Alex.
"Okay, we can handle all that. I'll make sure to cover all the bases when I order. Do you guys like breadsticks, too?"
"Oh, yeah, those are great."
"Okay, that's settled. When I get back from the Mueller's, we'll get things put away and I'll order supper. I'll head out just as soon as Carol is done with her phone calls."
As if the words were magic, Carol appeared at my shoulder. "Okay, Max, everything's all set. Here's the Mueller's address. You'll be met there by Brian Marks, a man who works in our office, and a county deputy, Tom Wright, who owes me a favor. They've both been told about last night, so they know what to look out for."
"Thanks, Carol. I can understand the guy from your office, but why the deputy?"
"I just want to ensure there aren't any problems. After last night's incident, I think it's a good idea. I think the Mueller's could be a problem if you went without backup."
"Well, I hope I won't need it, but thanks."
"I've also told Brian the things that I know belong to the twins he needs to help look for. I don't want anything left for the Mueller's to destroy."
"Okay, I'll be on my way, then." I turned to the boys and said, "You guys be good for Carol. I don't want to hear of any problems while I'm gone."
A chorus of "Okay, we'll be good, get outta here" came from the boys.
"Thanks for helping Carol. I owe you more than I could ever repay. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Take your time, Max and don't let the Mueller's get in your way."
I grabbed my coat, hopped in the Mustang and headed out to retrieve the twins' stuff. I first hoped the Mueller's wouldn't cause any problems, but my second concern was that I had enough room in the car for whatever the boys had left. I knew they were just being fostered at the Mueller's, but they'd lived there since their parents had died, so I had no clue how much might be there. The drive to their house was only about 15 minutes as they lived on the far west side of Springfield. As I pulled down the street, I saw a man I assumed to be Brian getting out of a truck and a county deputy was getting out of his car.
I pulled in the driveway and was met by both men as I got out of my car. When I turned around to introduce myself, I was met by wall of what appeared to be cloth-covered rock. The man was well over 6�' tall and weighed in the neighborhood of 300-325 pounds, all of it muscle. I had to seriously strain my neck as I looked up to make eye contact.
"Are you Mr. Sanders?" the mountain grumbled.
"Maybe," I stammered, "it all depends on who you are."
"My name's Brian. I work at the agency with Carol. She called and thought you could use my assistance this afternoon."
"Well, thank God for that `cause if you weren't Brian, I was outta here. Carol said you'd be here but she didn't warn me you were so damn big. If you were here at the Mueller's urging, I was leaving. It's good to meet you, Brian, and I thank you for your help today. Sorry to bring you out on a Saturday."
"Not a problem, Mr. Sanders. It's all part of the job. Carol told me what happened last night and I'm here to make sure nothing like that happens again today." He pointed his thumb over his massive shoulder and added, "This here's Deputy Tom Wright and he's here to help me, not that I really need it, but he makes it official."
I shook hands with both men, "Thanks for joining us, Deputy Wright. I'm hoping there won't be any issues, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
"Nice to meet you, too, sir, just sorry it has to be under what could be troubling circumstances. Like Brian said, I'm here to reinforce whatever he says. He has the paperwork showing you as the rightful and now legal guardian of two boys, Joseph and Alexander Allison. If the residents dispute that, I'm here to enforce the rules laid out in his paperwork and keep the peace, if needed. Hopefully it won't be, but you never how these situations will turn out."
"Well, thanks, again. Shall we make our presence known, gents?"
"Yes, let's," Brian said. Man, his voice sounded like grating boulders.
I led the way to the front door and rang the bell with Brian and Tom flanking me. Iris opened the door and exclaimed, "Just what the hell the are you doing here, Mr. Sanders? We have nothing to say to you." She turned and yelled, "Frank, get in her, it's that pervert from last night!"
"Hi, Iris," I responded politely. "It's nice to see you, too," I added sarcastically.
Frank arrived at the door and took charge. "Get outta here you sicko. We got no business with you and I don't want people the likes of you on my property."
"I'm sorry to hear that Frank, but I'm here to pick up the rest of Joey and Alex's belongings."
"Well, that's just too bad. You wasted your trip because you're not stepping foot in this house."
"Um, before you say anything else, Frank, let me introduce these two gentlemen. First, the giant on my left is Brian. He works with Carol and has the paperwork appointing me as the new legal guardian of Joey and Alex Allison. The kind gentleman on my right is Deputy Tom Wright of the Sangamon County Sherriff's department. He's here to ensure you comply with the orders as stated in Brian's paperwork. Now, do you have anything else you'd like to say?"
"Fine, whatever, they can come in, but you get the hell off my property."
"That is not the way it's going to be, Frank. Either I'm allowed to come in and retrieve my sons' belongings or Deputy Wright, here, is going to put handcuffs on you and your sweet little wife and park your ignorant asses in the back seat of his car until we are done. My, what will the neighbors think when they see you sitting in his car for the next hour or so?" I turned to the deputy and winked. The evilest grin I've ever seen split the lower half of his face and he nodded as he pulled a set of cuffs from his belt. I turned back to face Frank and added, "Your move Frank, what's it gonna' be? Cooperation or confinement?"
"Fine. Be an insufferable ass. Get in here, get those little fags' shit and get the hell out."
"Whoops, Frank, I think you just stepped over the line from jerk to outright asshole. Deputy Wright, would kindly do me a favor and get this individual out of my sight?"
"With pleasure, Mr. Sanders. Mr. Mueller, please step outside."
"I don't think so. If you're helping him, you must be one of them, too."
"Sir, either step outside, or I'll come in and remove you by force."
"You can't do that! This is MY home," Frank bellowed.
"Excuse me, Mr. Sanders." I stepped aside and Deputy Wright took my spot. "Now, sir, or I WILL come in and remove you," he growled.
Frank seemed to lose all his bluster after that. His head drooped to his chest and he stepped outside. "Fine, do what you have to do," he mumbled.
"You, sir, are going to sit in my car and not cause any trouble. Can you do that without the cuffs, or do I have to cuff you? I can tell you that it will be much more comfortable without them. And once you go in, you're not coming back out until these two gentlemen have completed their task. Understood?"
"I don't like this at all, but I understand. No cuffs, though."
"That's fine, sir. As long you're good, no cuffs. Any hint of trouble, I'll not only slap the cuffs on ya', I'll hogtie you, too, and toss you back in on your gut. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good, let's go." Tom led Frank to his car at the curb, placed him in the back seat and slammed the door in his face. He came back and rejoined Brian and me on the porch. "Okay, he's dealt with. He ain't happy, but then, neither am I. I hate dealing with homophobic assholes like him."
"Thanks, deputy, shall we try the door again?"
"You bet, let's get this done."
I rang the bell again, Iris cracked it open and peeked through. "Hi, again, Iris. We're still here and we are going to get my sons' belongings. Are you going to let us in so we can do that or will you be joining your husband in Deputy Wright's car?"
"Oh, fine, get in here and get it done," she snarled.
"Thank you for cooperating, Iris." The three of us stepped inside and while Tom took a position by the door to keep an eye on Frank and his car, I asked, "Will you show me their room, please?"
"This way," she hissed. We followed her lead down the hallway to a closed door. "In there," she said as she pointed to the door.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I turned to iris, "Unlock the door, Iris."
"I don't have the key."
"Well, who has the key?"
"Nobody, it got lost."
"Fine, Iris. We'll just have to try something else. Deputy Wright," I called down the hall, "we have a slight issue. Could you please help us here, for just a moment?"
Tom came down the hall with a frown on his face. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Sanders?"
"The door to the boys' room is locked and Iris says the key is lost. Do you have an easy way to remedy that situation?"
"But, of course. If you'll step back, I'll fix this in a jiffy." We backed down the hall a few feet and Tom positioned himself with his back up against the wall opposite the door. "I absolutely love this part of the job." He took a deep breath, raised his right foot and firmly planted it directly on the knob. Iris screamed as the door flew open into the room.
"There ya' go, Mr. Sanders, problem solved."
"I like your style, Deputy Wright. I think we could be great friends."
"No doubt about it, Mr. Sanders. I'll be at the front door keepin' an eye on the car. You need anything else, just holler."
"Why'd you go and do that you ignorant ape? You tore up that door for no reason!" Iris screamed.
"Ma'am, the door was locked. I thought I heard a cry for help and, without the key, that was the quickest way to get in and provide any assistance that may have been needed. As it turns out, my hearing deceived me and the room was empty. Can you imagine how embarrassed I am about this?" The smile that crossed his faced was absolutely wicked. "Please accept my apologies for the damage. If you file a claim with the department, I'm sure you'll be reimbursed for the damages. Now, let's you and I go back to the living room and stay out of the way. Please, ma'am, lead the way."
Iris headed back to the living room with Tom following two steps behind her. "Now, plant your skinny little behind on the couch right there and don't move. You move, you join your hubby in the car, got it?"
"Yes, SIR," she spat, then added, "asshole."
"That's it, lady, I'm done with you, too." Tom grabbed her arm and dragged her out to his car. When they arrived at the car, he cuffed her, opened the back door, sat her down with her husband and slammed the door in her stunned face. Tom returned to the house and came down the hall. "Okay, they're both on ice. You can go about your business without any further interruption."
"Thanks, Tom. You've been extremely helpful."
"You two got this? I need to keep an eye on the jerks in my car."
"Sure Tom, go ahead." Tom headed back to the front door while Brian and I got busy. "Brian, why don't you start with the dresser while I take care of the closet?"
"You got it, Max." He opened the top drawer and closed it immediately, then the next drawer, which he also closed and continued on through the remaining drawers. "Uh, Max, we got a problem, man. The dresser's empty."
I had just opened the closet and realized it was also empty. "So's the closet, Brian. What the hell's going on here?" I stood back and realized the room was basically a shell with just a bed, dresser, four walls, a floor and a ceiling. I headed out to the living room and told Tom what was going on.
"Uh, Tom, we got an even bigger problem, now."
"What now, Mr. Sanders?"
"The room's been emptied. No clothes, no toys, nothin'. Even the picture of their parents that was supposed to be on the wall is gone."
"That's it, I'm done being a nice guy." He got on the radio and requested his supervisor be dispatched to his current location. We chatted as we waited for Tom's supervisor to arrive and the more we talked, the more I was liking Tom. We could see Frank and Iris in the car and they were stewing, their faces were red and glistening with moisture despite the cool temperatures. The supervisor finally arrived after a 30-minute wait and came up to the three of us on the porch. A rather large African-American man in uniform met the three of us on the porch.
"Afternoon Tom, what's up?" he inquired.
"First, let me introduce Brian Marks and Maxwill Sanders. Brian, Max, this is my supervisor and sergeant, Trooper Dylan Brock." We shook hands and Tom continued, "Here's the scoop, boss. Mr. Sanders is in the process of adopting two boys that, until last night, lived here with Mr. and Mrs. Mueller, who, at this moment, are chilling out in the back seat of my unit." Dylan turned and saw the two of them through the fogged windows. "Mr. Marks works for the family service agency helping Mr. Sanders with the adoption process and has the paperwork designating Mr. Sanders as the boys' legal guardian. The boys in question are currently at Mr. Sanders' residence under the supervision of Ms. Carol Ward, who works at the agency with Mr. Marks. Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders arrived here this afternoon to retrieve the belongings of the two boys and we've had some issues, sir."
"Hang on a minute, Wright. How did the boys come to be at Mr. Sanders' house already?"
"I think I'll let Mr. Sanders explain that part, sir, as I wasn't there."
"Fine. Mr. Sanders, please fill me in."
"Okay, here goes. I had planned with the adoption agency for the boys to spend the weekend at my home, along with Ms. Ward in her official capacity. We were to meet the boys, along with their foster-parents at Steak `n Shake last night, to have supper before going home."
"Wait, why meet there instead of picking the boys up here?"
"There are two other boys I'm adopting at the same time from two other foster-homes. Ms. Ward thought it would be easier to meet there instead of going to three different homes to pick up the four boys."
"You're adopting four boys? You got balls, mister. Go on."
"Okay, when Frank, Iris, Joey and Alex arrived, I invited them to join us for dinner and they accepted. We had just placed our order and were chatting when Frank asked where my wife was. Before I could answer, one of the boys told Frank and Iris that I wasn't married because I'm gay. Frank flipped out and told Iris and the boys that they were leaving. The boys refused to leave and said they were going with me because they were also gay."
"Wait a sec, Mr. Sanders. You're gay?"
"Yes sir."
"And the boys you're adopting are gay also?"
"That's what they said. I honestly don't know. They're only eight, so they may not be."
"From my experience with people, at that age, they probably know. Sorry for interrupting, go on."
"Well, after that was said, Frank told Ms. Ward that the boys would not be welcomed back into their home tomorrow and she would have to find somewhere else for them to live. After his little speech, they left. This morning, Carol talked to her boss, Anna, and convinced her that I should be allowed to adopt all four of the boys. And since they were already at my house, they should be allowed to stay instead of being moved to another foster-home for a few weeks or months. So, that left me with four boys who only had the things they needed for a weekend. I've arranged with the other two families to bring the other boys' things out later this afternoon. Since I didn't feel I'd get the same cooperation from these two, I decided to come in myself to get their stuff."
"All right, that explains your presence, what's the explanation for Mr. Marks and Deputy Wright being here."
"That would be Ms. Ward's doing. Before I came here this afternoon, she called and arranged for these two to be here to prevent possible problems. She was there for the incident last night. I guess she had a feeling this wasn't going to go well and provided `backup' for me, as she called it. I think it best to let Deputy Wright tell the rest of the story."
"You're doing just fine, but I'll let him pick it up from there." He turned to Tom and said, "Go."
"Yes, Sir. Mr. Marks and I arrived shortly before Mr. Sanders and we waited in our vehicles for him. When he arrived, we introduced ourselves and then rang the doorbell. Mrs. Mueller opened the door and told Mr. Sanders to leave, he had no business here. She turned back in and yelled to Mr. Mueller `Frank, get in her, it's that pervert from last night'. Mr. Mueller then came to door and again told Mr. Sanders to `get off my property'. Mr. Sanders politely explained that was not going to happen and that he was only here to pick up the boys' belongings. Mr. Sanders then introduced Mr. Marks and myself and explained out presence.
"Mr. Mueller said he would allow the two of us in the house, but, he again told Mr. Sanders to get off his property. I informed Mr. Mueller if he did not allow Mr. Sanders in to retrieve the boys' property, I was going to place him in my car until we were done. He still refused Mr. Sanders entry into the home. After two more warnings and refusals, I placed Mr. Mueller in my unit, without handcuffs."
"That explains his cooling it out here. Care to explain why the wife's out here with him?"
"I'm gettin' there, boss. After placing Mr. Mueller in my unit, I explained how things were going to be to Mrs. Mueller and she started to be slightly cooperative. She led Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders to the boys' room while I stood at the door to keep an eye on my unit and Mr. Mueller. Very shortly, Mr. Sanders called for my assistance. When I arrived at the door to the room, he told me it was locked and Mrs. Mueller had said the key was lost. So, I kicked the door in."
"You kicked the door in?" Dylan interrupted. "You mind explaining to me what led you to that brilliant course of action?"
"Yes, sir. I thought I heard someone yell for help from inside the room and thinking we might have an emergency situation, that seemed to be the most expedient way to gain access."
"You expect me to believe that, Deputy?" Dylan asked as a slight grin broke his otherwise stoic face.
"That's exactly what will be in my report, sir."
"Fine, continue. I still haven't heard how Mrs. Mueller ended up in your unit."
"Yes, sir. Unfortunately, after we gained access to the room in question, I discovered nobody was inside. My ears must have been playing tricks on me. I led Mrs. Mueller back to the living room and told her she needed to sit on the couch and remain there until Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders had the boys' property packed and were on their way. She responded with, and I quote, sir, `Yes, sir, asshole'. It was at that point I decided to place her in my unit with Mr. Mueller. I came back inside in case Mr. Marks or Mr. Sanders required additional assistance. Mr. Sanders called me back to the bedroom and explained that none of the boys' possessions were located within said room. I decided in that moment to call in the `Big Dog' and made a radio call requesting you be dispatched to this location. And that's how we got here. Sir."
Dylan turned to Brian and asked, "You have anything to add, Mr. Marks?"
"No, sir, I think they've covered everything pretty well."
"Very well, let me have a discussion with the Mueller's and see what they have to say." Dylan headed to Tom's car and opened the back door. A very heated and animated discussion took place that we couldn't quite hear, but I could see Dylan's face getting redder and could tell he was not happy with the Mueller's. After five minutes of listening to the Mueller's yell at him, he'd apparently heard enough as he slammed the car door in their faces, turned and came back to the three of us on the porch.
"Those two are a real piece of work, let me tell you. Mr. Sanders, Mr. Marks, you will find what you came for in the garage. These two have spent a lot time since returning home last night attempting to remove all traces of, and I quote, `those little bastard pervert faggots' from their home. All the boys' things have been thrown into garbage bags and put in the garage. They had planned to take it all out to the country tonight and burn it all. Have themselves a nice little bonfire. Said they even used rubber gloves to bag it all so they wouldn't get any `viruses or other sick shit' by touching their things. Go through the house, open the garage door and load it up. Deputy, I'd like to have a word with you."
Brian and I headed back into the house and followed his instructions while he had his discussion with Tom.
"Deputy, I think you've done excellent work here today. With the possible exception of kicking in the bedroom door," he chuckled. "That particular move may have been just a notch or two high on the scale of acceptable actions, but I understand why you did it."
"'Scuse me boss? You're okay with it?" he stuttered.
"Look, Tom, I've known since you joined the department you were gay." Oh, shit, here it comes, Tom thought. "I haven't said anything about it to anybody because, quite frankly, it's none of their damn business and you do an excellent job. I wish I had more guys with your level of competence out here. And if I'd been in your position here this afternoon, these two would be lucky to have just a door to fix."
"Are you kidding me, sir?"
"Not at all, Tom. You've shown remarkable restraint today. Dealing with folks like the Mueller's isn't easy for any of us, but I can only imagine what it was like for you having to endure that level of homophobic abuse. Now, is there anything we can charge them with? Did they assault anyone that you witnessed? Anything besides being disgusting individuals which, unfortunately, isn't against any law I'm aware of?"
"Uh, no sir. About the only thing I can think of we might be able to charge and make stick would be obstructing a police officer while attempting to enforce a court order."
"Oh, I like that, Tom. Write it up and I'll see that it's done. I'll deliver the papers to them myself after we see the judge Monday morning."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"For what, allowing you to do the job you were hired for?"
"No, sir, I'd fully expect that. About not saying anything about who I am. I'm sure the others in the department wouldn't like it much."
"Oh, don't be too sure about that, Tom. You're not the only gay man in the department."
"I'm not? Who else?"
"Oh, no you don't, mister. Just like I keep your confidences, I don't talk about other's either."
"Understood, sir. Thanks again. Um, what about the door thing. I told them if they filed a complaint with the department, they could probably get reimbursed for the repair charges."
"Oh, they can file any damn complaint they want to. Doesn't mean I have to do anything with it. I have a very special file under my desk just for stupid crap like that. If they think they are getting any money from the department after the way they've acted, they're smoking some really good shit."
"Thanks again, sir. I'll go help Mr. Sanders and Mr. Marks."
"No problems, Deputy. When you have everything loaded up, you can let those two out and leave them here to stew in their own filth. After that, take the rest of the day off in recognition of your good work this afternoon. And remember, don't take no shit off nobody."
"Thank you, sir. For everything. Have a great afternoon."
While Dylan and Tom had their discussion, Brian and I had managed to get everything loaded into our vehicles and were ready to leave. "Tom, we're ready to get out of here. I'd like to get this stuff home and to the boys so we can start putting it away. What's going to happen with them?" I asked pointing to his car.
"Sounds good, Max. Those two are going be charged with obstructing an officer enforcing a court order. Don't worry, they'll get what's due them," he grinned. "As soon as you two are on your way, I'm supposed to leave them here. Will you two need any help unloading when you get home, Max. I suddenly have the afternoon off and nothing else to do."
"I think we can handle it, Tom, but you're welcome to come out anyway. We're going to have a little pizza party to celebrate today's good news. Since you helped here, I'd be happy if you joined us."
"That sounds like fun, Max. I'll be right behind you. Go on, you two, get outta here so I can kick those two to the curb. I'll be right behind you."
"Sounds great, Tom. See you soon." I turned to Brian and said, "Let's get the hell out of here Brian. I don't want to hear from them when they get out of the car."
"You lead, I follow, Max."
I hopped in the Shelby and took off with Brian right behind me. In the rear-view mirror, I watched Tom get the Mueller's out of his car and he was quickly settled in on Brian's bumper for the parade to my house. We pulled in my drive 20 minutes later. While I parked in the garage, Tom and Brian took spots on the concrete outside, stopping just short of the garage door. I was immediately surrounded by four jumping and whooping boys, Carol smiling in the background and two very confused looking gentlemen standing behind me. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 14</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472711685"><span>Chapter
14 � Confrontation</span></a></h2>
<p><span>When
I returned to living room, I got the boys settled down and had them sit on the
couch.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
guys, it looks like this is your new home and as of last night, you all now
live here." They all cheered loudly and Carol gave a small round of applause.
I was quickly surrounded by all four boys as they attempted to hug the stuffing
out me. "Thanks, fellas, I love you, too. You owe a great big thank-you hug
to Carol, also. I don't think this would have happened if it hadn't been for
her help. Especially, not this soon." They turned and smothered Carol in big
group hug, all saying thanks.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
have a seat again. There's a few more things to tell you." Once all four had
returned to the couch, I continued, "Mike and T.J.'s foster-parents are going
to be bringing the rest of their stuff out later this afternoon and they are
going to stay for pizza as a bit of a celebration."</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
got a worried look on his face and asked, "The Mueller's aren't coming, are
they? I don't ever wanna see them again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Absolutely
not. I have no intention of them ever having contact with you again."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
what about our stuff?" asked Alex. "We only brought what we needed for a
weekend and left a whole bunch at their house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry, I'll take care of that. I'll go there this afternoon and retrieve your
belongings myself."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoo,
that's good, we left a bunch of stuff that we don't want to lose," said a
relieved Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
the only picture we have of our parents is there," added Joey.</span></p>
<p><span>"Like
I said, don't worry about it. It will all be brought back here in a little
bit. I just need to draft a little bit of help." I turned to Carol and asked,
"Would you be willing to stay with the boys this afternoon while I deal with
this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, Max. I'll arrange some help for you, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
are you going to do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
worries, Max. I just to need to make a couple of quick phone calls. Be right
back." She turned and headed to her bedroom, leaving me with the wild bunch.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
guys, since we're having pizza tonight, I need to find out what you like so I
can order them when I get back. And remember, one at a time so I can hear.
Let's start with Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't want nothin' but cheese."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sausage
and pepperoni for me, please," from T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever
meats they got, no green junk or fungus for us," added Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
we can handle all that. I'll make sure to cover all the bases when I order.
Do you guys like breadsticks, too?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, those are great."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
that's settled. When I get back from the Mueller's, we'll get things put away
and I'll order supper. I'll head out just as soon as Carol is done with her
phone calls."</span></p>
<p><span>As
if the words were magic, Carol appeared at my shoulder. "Okay, Max,
everything's all set. Here's the Mueller's address. You'll be met there by
Brian Marks, a man who works in our office, and a county deputy, Tom Wright,
who owes me a favor. They've both been told about last night, so they know
what to look out for."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Carol. I can understand the guy from your office, but why the deputy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
just want to ensure there aren't any problems. After last night's incident, I
think it's a good idea. I think the Mueller's could be a problem if you went
without backup."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I hope I won't need it, but thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
also told Brian the things that I know belong to the twins he needs to help
look for. I don't want anything left for the Mueller's to destroy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
I'll be on my way, then." I turned to the boys and said, "You guys be good for
Carol. I don't want to hear of any problems while I'm gone."</span></p>
<p><span>A
chorus of "Okay, we'll be good, get outta here" came from the boys.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for helping Carol. I owe you more than I could ever repay. I'll be back as
soon as I can."</span></p>
<p><span>"Take
your time, Max and don't let the Mueller's get in your way."</span></p>
<p><span>I
grabbed my coat, hopped in the Mustang and headed out to retrieve the twins'
stuff. I first hoped the Mueller's wouldn't cause any problems, but my second
concern was that I had enough room in the car for whatever the boys had left.
I knew they were just being fostered at the Mueller's, but they'd lived there
since their parents had died, so I had no clue how much might be there. The
drive to their house was only about 15 minutes as they lived on the far west
side of Springfield. As I pulled down the street, I saw a man I assumed to be
Brian getting out of a truck and a county deputy was getting out of his car.</span></p>
<p><span>I
pulled in the driveway and was met by both men as I got out of my car. When I
turned around to introduce myself, I was met by wall of what appeared to be
cloth-covered rock. The man was well over 6�' tall and weighed in the
neighborhood of 300-325 pounds, all of it muscle. I had to seriously strain my
neck as I looked up to make eye contact.</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you Mr. Sanders?" the mountain grumbled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Maybe,"
I stammered, "it all depends on who you are."</span></p>
<p><span>"My
name's Brian. I work at the agency with Carol. She called and thought you
could use my assistance this afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
thank God for that `cause if you weren't Brian, I was outta here. Carol said
you'd be here but she didn't warn me you were so damn big. If you were here at
the Mueller's urging, I was leaving. It's good to meet you, Brian, and I thank
you for your help today. Sorry to bring you out on a Saturday."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
a problem, Mr. Sanders. It's all part of the job. Carol told me what happened
last night and I'm here to make sure nothing like that happens again today."
He pointed his thumb over his massive shoulder and added, "This here's Deputy Tom
Wright and he's here to help me, not that I really need it, but he makes it
official."</span></p>
<p><span>I
shook hands with both men, "Thanks for joining us, Deputy Wright. I'm hoping
there won't be any issues, but it's better to be safe than sorry."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to meet you, too, sir, just sorry it has to be under what could be troubling
circumstances. Like Brian said, I'm here to reinforce whatever he says. He
has the paperwork showing you as the rightful and now legal guardian of two
boys, Joseph and Alexander Allison. If the residents dispute that, I'm here to
enforce the rules laid out in his paperwork and keep the peace, if needed.
Hopefully it won't be, but you never how these situations will turn out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
thanks, again. Shall we make our presence known, gents?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
let's," Brian said. Man, his voice sounded like grating boulders.</span></p>
<p><span>I
led the way to the front door and rang the bell with Brian and Tom flanking
me. Iris opened the door and exclaimed, "Just what the hell the are you doing
here, Mr. Sanders? We have nothing to say to you." She turned and yelled,
"Frank, get in her, it's that pervert from last night!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
Iris," I responded politely. "It's nice to see you, too," I added
sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>Frank
arrived at the door and took charge. "Get outta here you sicko. We got no
business with you and I don't want people the likes of you on my property."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry to hear that Frank, but I'm here to pick up the rest of Joey and Alex's
belongings."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that's just too bad. You wasted your trip because you're not stepping foot in
this house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
before you say anything else, Frank, let me introduce these two gentlemen.
First, the giant on my left is Brian. He works with Carol and has the paperwork
appointing me as the new legal guardian of Joey and Alex Allison. The kind
gentleman on my right is Deputy Tom Wright of the Sangamon County Sherriff's
department. He's here to ensure you comply with the orders as stated in Brian's
paperwork. Now, do you have anything else you'd like to say?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
whatever, they can come in, but you get the hell off my property."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
is <i>not</i> the way it's going to be, Frank. Either I'm allowed to come in
and retrieve my sons' belongings or Deputy Wright, here, is going to put
handcuffs on you and your sweet little wife and park your ignorant asses in the
back seat of his car until we are done. My, what will the neighbors think when
they see you sitting in his car for the next hour or so?" I turned to the
deputy and winked. The evilest grin I've ever seen split the lower half of his
face and he nodded as he pulled a set of cuffs from his belt. I turned back to
face Frank and added, "Your move Frank, what's it gonna' be? Cooperation or
confinement?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine.
Be an insufferable ass. Get in here, get those little fags' shit and get the
hell out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoops,
Frank, I think you just stepped over the line from jerk to outright asshole.
Deputy Wright, would kindly do me a favor and get this individual out of my
sight?"</span></p>
<p><span>"With
pleasure, Mr. Sanders. Mr. Mueller, please step outside."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't think so. If you're helping him, you must be one of them, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sir,
either step outside, or I'll come in and remove you by force."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
can't do that! This is MY home," Frank bellowed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Excuse
me, Mr. Sanders." I stepped aside and Deputy Wright took my spot. "<i>Now</i>,
sir, or I WILL come in and remove you," he growled. </span></p>
<p><span>Frank
seemed to lose all his bluster after that. His head drooped to his chest and
he stepped outside. "Fine, do what you have to do," he mumbled.</span></p>
<p><span>"You,
sir, are going to sit in my car and not cause any trouble. Can you do that
without the cuffs, or do I have to cuff you? I can tell you that it will be
much more comfortable without them. And once you go in, you're not coming back
out until these two gentlemen have completed their task. Understood?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't like this at all, but I understand. No cuffs, though."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
fine, sir. As long you're good, no cuffs. Any hint of trouble, I'll not only
slap the cuffs on ya', I'll hogtie you, too, and toss you back in on your gut.
Got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Got
it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
let's go." Tom led Frank to his car at the curb, placed him in the back seat
and slammed the door in his face. He came back and rejoined Brian and me on
the porch. "Okay, he's dealt with. He ain't happy, but then, neither am I. I
hate dealing with homophobic assholes like him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
deputy, shall we try the door again?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, let's get this done."</span></p>
<p><span>I
rang the bell again, Iris cracked it open and peeked through. "Hi, again,
Iris. We're still here and we <i>are</i> going to get my sons' belongings.
Are you going to let us in so we can do that or will you be joining your
husband in Deputy Wright's car?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
fine, get in here and get it done," she snarled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you for cooperating, Iris." The three of us stepped inside and while Tom took
a position by the door to keep an eye on Frank and his car, I asked, "Will you
show me their room, please?"</span></p>
<p><span>"This
way," she hissed. We followed her lead down the hallway to a closed door. "In
there," she said as she pointed to the door.</span></p>
<p><span>I
tried to open the door, but it was locked. I turned to iris, "Unlock the door,
Iris."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't have the key."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
who has the key?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nobody,
it got lost."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
Iris. We'll just have to try something else. Deputy Wright," I called down
the hall, "we have a slight issue. Could you please help us here, for just a
moment?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
came down the hall with a frown on his face. "What seems to be the problem,
Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>"The
door to the boys' room is locked and Iris says the key is lost. Do you have an
easy way to remedy that situation?"</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
of course. If you'll step back, I'll fix this in a jiffy." We backed down the
hall a few feet and Tom positioned himself with his back up against the wall
opposite the door. "I absolutely love this part of the job." He took a deep
breath, raised his right foot and firmly planted it directly on the knob. Iris
screamed as the door flew open into the room.</span></p>
<p><span>"There
ya' go, Mr. Sanders, problem solved."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
like your style, Deputy Wright. I think we could be great friends."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
doubt about it, Mr. Sanders. I'll be at the front door keepin' an eye on the
car. You need anything else, just holler."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why'd
you go and do that you ignorant ape? You tore up that door for no reason!"
Iris screamed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ma'am,
the door was locked. I thought I heard a cry for help and, without the key,
that was the quickest way to get in and provide any assistance that may have
been needed. As it turns out, my hearing deceived me and the room was empty.
Can you imagine how embarrassed I am about this?" The smile that crossed his
faced was absolutely wicked. "Please accept my apologies for the damage. If
you file a claim with the department, I'm sure you'll be reimbursed for the
damages. Now, let's you and I go back to the living room and stay out of the
way. Please, ma'am, lead the way."</span></p>
<p><span>Iris
headed back to the living room with Tom following two steps behind her. "Now,
plant your skinny little behind on the couch right there and don't move. You
move, you join your hubby in the car, got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
SIR," she spat, then added, "asshole."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
it, lady, I'm done with you, too." Tom grabbed her arm and dragged her out to
his car. When they arrived at the car, he cuffed her, opened the back door,
sat her down with her husband and slammed the door in her stunned face. Tom
returned to the house and came down the hall. "Okay, they're both on ice. You
can go about your business without any further interruption."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Tom. You've been extremely helpful."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
two got this? I need to keep an eye on the jerks in my car."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
Tom, go ahead." Tom headed back to the front door while Brian and I got busy.
"Brian, why don't you start with the dresser while I take care of the closet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, Max." He opened the top drawer and closed it immediately, then the
next drawer, which he also closed and continued on through the remaining
drawers. "Uh, Max, we got a problem, man. The dresser's empty."</span></p>
<p><span>I
had just opened the closet and realized it was also empty. "So's the closet,
Brian. What the hell's going on here?" I stood back and realized the room was
basically a shell with just a bed, dresser, four walls, a floor and a ceiling.
I headed out to the living room and told Tom what was going on.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
Tom, we got an even bigger problem, now."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
now, Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>"The
room's been emptied. No clothes, no toys, nothin'. Even the picture of their
parents that was supposed to be on the wall is gone."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
it, I'm done being a nice guy." He got on the radio and requested his
supervisor be dispatched to his current location. We chatted as we waited for
Tom's supervisor to arrive and the more we talked, the more I was liking Tom.
We could see Frank and Iris in the car and they were stewing, their faces were
red and glistening with moisture despite the cool temperatures. The supervisor
finally arrived after a 30-minute wait and came up to the three of us on the
porch. A rather large African-American man in uniform met the three of us on
the porch.</span></p>
<p><span>"Afternoon
Tom, what's up?" he inquired.</span></p>
<p><span>"First,
let me introduce Brian Marks and Maxwill Sanders. Brian, Max, this is my
supervisor and sergeant, Trooper Dylan Brock." We shook hands and Tom
continued, "Here's the scoop, boss. Mr. Sanders is in the process of adopting
two boys that, until last night, lived here with Mr. and Mrs. Mueller, who, at
this moment, are chilling out in the back seat of my unit." Dylan turned and
saw the two of them through the fogged windows. "Mr. Marks works for the
family service agency helping Mr. Sanders with the adoption process and has the
paperwork designating Mr. Sanders as the boys' legal guardian. The boys in
question are currently at Mr. Sanders' residence under the supervision of Ms.
Carol Ward, who works at the agency with Mr. Marks. Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders
arrived here this afternoon to retrieve the belongings of the two boys and
we've had some issues, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hang
on a minute, Wright. How did the boys come to be at Mr. Sanders' house
already?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I'll let Mr. Sanders explain that part, sir, as I wasn't there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine.
Mr. Sanders, please fill me in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
here goes. I had planned with the adoption agency for the boys to spend the
weekend at my home, along with Ms. Ward in her official capacity. We were to
meet the boys, along with their foster-parents at Steak `n Shake last night, to
have supper before going home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
why meet there instead of picking the boys up here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"There
are two other boys I'm adopting at the same time from two other foster-homes.
Ms. Ward thought it would be easier to meet there instead of going to three
different homes to pick up the four boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
adopting four boys? You got balls, mister. Go on."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
when Frank, Iris, Joey and Alex arrived, I invited them to join us for dinner
and they accepted. We had just placed our order and were chatting when Frank
asked where my wife was. Before I could answer, one of the boys told Frank and
Iris that I wasn't married because I'm gay. Frank flipped out and told Iris
and the boys that they were leaving. The boys refused to leave and said they
were going with me because they were also gay."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait
a sec, Mr. Sanders. You're gay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes
sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
the boys you're adopting are gay also?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
what they said. I honestly don't know. They're only eight, so they may not
be."</span></p>
<p><span>"From
my experience with people, at that age, they probably know. Sorry for
interrupting, go on."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
after that was said, Frank told Ms. Ward that the boys would not be welcomed
back into their home tomorrow and she would have to find somewhere else for
them to live. After his little speech, they left. This morning, Carol talked
to her boss, Anna, and convinced her that I should be allowed to adopt all four
of the boys. And since they were already at my house, they should be allowed
to stay instead of being moved to another foster-home for a few weeks or
months. So, that left me with four boys who only had the things they needed
for a weekend. I've arranged with the other two families to bring the other
boys' things out later this afternoon. Since I didn't feel I'd get the same
cooperation from these two, I decided to come in myself to get their stuff."</span></p>
<p><span>"All
right, that explains your presence, what's the explanation for Mr. Marks and
Deputy Wright being here."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
would be Ms. Ward's doing. Before I came here this afternoon, she called and
arranged for these two to be here to prevent possible problems. She was there
for the incident last night. I guess she had a feeling this wasn't going to go
well and provided `backup' for me, as she called it. I think it best to let
Deputy Wright tell the rest of the story."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
doing just fine, but I'll let him pick it up from there." He turned to Tom and
said, "Go."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
Sir. Mr. Marks and I arrived shortly before Mr. Sanders and we waited in our
vehicles for him. When he arrived, we introduced ourselves and then rang the
doorbell. Mrs. Mueller opened the door and told Mr. Sanders to leave, he had
no business here. She turned back in and yelled to Mr. Mueller `Frank, get in
her, it's that pervert from last night'. Mr. Mueller then came to door and
again told Mr. Sanders to `get off my property'. Mr. Sanders politely
explained that was not going to happen and that he was only here to pick up the
boys' belongings. Mr. Sanders then introduced Mr. Marks and myself and
explained out presence.</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
Mueller said he would allow the two of us in the house, but, he again told Mr.
Sanders to get off his property. I informed Mr. Mueller if he did not allow
Mr. Sanders in to retrieve the boys' property, I was going to place him in my
car until we were done. He still refused Mr. Sanders entry into the home.
After two more warnings and refusals, I placed Mr. Mueller in my unit, without
handcuffs."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
explains his cooling it out here. Care to explain why the wife's out here with
him?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
gettin' there, boss. After placing Mr. Mueller in my unit, I explained how
things were going to be to Mrs. Mueller and she started to be slightly
cooperative. She led Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders to the boys' room while I stood
at the door to keep an eye on my unit and Mr. Mueller. Very shortly, Mr.
Sanders called for my assistance. When I arrived at the door to the room, he
told me it was locked and Mrs. Mueller had said the key was lost. So, I kicked
the door in."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
kicked the door in?" Dylan interrupted. "You mind explaining to me what led
you to that brilliant course of action?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir. I thought I heard someone yell for help from inside the room and thinking
we might have an emergency situation, that seemed to be the most expedient way
to gain access."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
expect me to believe that, Deputy?" Dylan asked as a slight grin broke his
otherwise stoic face.</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
exactly what will be in my report, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
continue. I still haven't heard how Mrs. Mueller ended up in your unit."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir. Unfortunately, after we gained access to the room in question, I
discovered nobody was inside. My ears must have been playing tricks on me. I
led Mrs. Mueller back to the living room and told her she needed to sit on the
couch and remain there until Mr. Marks and Mr. Sanders had the boys' property
packed and were on their way. She responded with, and I quote, sir, `Yes, sir,
asshole'. It was at that point I decided to place her in my unit with Mr.
Mueller. I came back inside in case Mr. Marks or Mr. Sanders required
additional assistance. Mr. Sanders called me back to the bedroom and explained
that none of the boys' possessions were located within said room. I decided in
that moment to call in the `Big Dog' and made a radio call requesting you be
dispatched to this location. And that's how we got here. Sir."</span></p>
<p><span>Dylan
turned to Brian and asked, "You have anything to add, Mr. Marks?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir, I think they've covered everything pretty well."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well, let me have a discussion with the Mueller's and see what they have to
say." Dylan headed to Tom's car and opened the back door. A very heated and
animated discussion took place that we couldn't quite hear, but I could see
Dylan's face getting redder and could tell he was not happy with the
Mueller's. After five minutes of listening to the Mueller's yell at him, he'd
apparently heard enough as he slammed the car door in their faces, turned and
came back to the three of us on the porch. </span></p>
<p><span>"Those
two are a real piece of work, let me tell you. Mr. Sanders, Mr. Marks, you
will find what you came for in the garage. These two have spent a lot time
since returning home last night attempting to remove all traces of, and I
quote, `those little bastard pervert faggots' from their home. All the boys'
things have been thrown into garbage bags and put in the garage. They had
planned to take it all out to the country tonight and burn it all. Have
themselves a nice little bonfire. Said they even used rubber gloves to bag it
all so they wouldn't get any `viruses or other sick shit' by touching their
things. Go through the house, open the garage door and load it up. Deputy,
I'd like to have a word with you."</span></p>
<p><span>Brian
and I headed back into the house and followed his instructions while he had his
discussion with Tom.</span></p>
<p><span>"Deputy,
I think you've done excellent work here today. With the possible exception of
kicking in the bedroom door," he chuckled. "That particular move may have been
just a notch or two high on the scale of acceptable actions, but I understand
why you did it."</span></p>
<p><span>"'Scuse
me boss? You're okay with it?" he stuttered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
Tom, I've known since you joined the department you were gay." Oh, shit, here
it comes, Tom thought. "I haven't said anything about it to anybody because,
quite frankly, it's none of their damn business and you do an excellent job. I
wish I had more guys with your level of competence out here. And if I'd been
in your position here this afternoon, these two would be lucky to have just a
door to fix."</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you kidding me, sir?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, Tom. You've shown remarkable restraint today. Dealing with folks like
the Mueller's isn't easy for any of us, but I can only imagine what it was like
for you having to endure that level of homophobic abuse. Now, is there
anything we can charge them with? Did they assault anyone that you witnessed?
Anything besides being disgusting individuals which, unfortunately, isn't
against any law I'm aware of?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
no sir. About the only thing I can think of we might be able to charge and
make stick would be obstructing a police officer while attempting to enforce a
court order."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I like that, Tom. Write it up and I'll see that it's done. I'll deliver the
papers to them myself after we see the judge Monday morning."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir. Thank you, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"For
what, allowing you to do the job you were hired for?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir, I'd fully expect that. About not saying anything about who I am. I'm
sure the others in the department wouldn't like it much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
don't be too sure about that, Tom. You're not the only gay man in the
department."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not? Who else?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no you don't, mister. Just like I keep your confidences, I don't talk about
other's either."</span></p>
<p><span>"Understood,
sir. Thanks again. Um, what about the door thing. I told them if they filed
a complaint with the department, they could probably get reimbursed for the
repair charges."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
they can file any damn complaint they want to. Doesn't mean I have to do
anything with it. I have a very special file under my desk just for stupid
crap like that. If they think they are getting any money from the department
after the way they've acted, they're smoking some really good shit."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
again, sir. I'll go help Mr. Sanders and Mr. Marks."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problems, Deputy. When you have everything loaded up, you can let those two
out and leave them here to stew in their own filth. After that, take the rest
of the day off in recognition of your good work this afternoon. And remember,
don't take no shit off nobody."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, sir. For everything. Have a great afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>While
Dylan and Tom had their discussion, Brian and I had managed to get everything
loaded into our vehicles and were ready to leave. "Tom, we're ready to get out
of here. I'd like to get this stuff home and to the boys so we can start
putting it away. What's going to happen with them?" I asked pointing to his
car.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good, Max. Those two are going be charged with obstructing an officer
enforcing a court order. Don't worry, they'll get what's due them," he
grinned. "As soon as you two are on your way, I'm supposed to leave them here.
Will you two need any help unloading when you get home, Max. I suddenly have
the afternoon off and nothing else to do."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think we can handle it, Tom, but you're welcome to come out anyway. We're
going to have a little pizza party to celebrate today's good news. Since you
helped here, I'd be happy if you joined us."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds like fun, Max. I'll be right behind you. Go on, you two, get outta
here so I can kick those two to the curb. I'll be right behind you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
great, Tom. See you soon." I turned to Brian and said, "Let's get the hell
out of here Brian. I don't want to hear from them when they get out of the
car."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
lead, I follow, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>I hopped in the Shelby and took off with
Brian right behind me. In the rear-view mirror, I watched Tom get the
Mueller's out of his car and he was quickly settled in on Brian's bumper for
the parade to my house. We pulled in my drive 20 minutes later. While I
parked in the garage, Tom and Brian took spots on the concrete outside,
stopping just short of the garage door. I was immediately surrounded by four
jumping and whooping boys, Carol smiling in the background and two very
confused looking gentlemen standing behind me.</span></p>
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Chapter 66 � Look Out Chicago
"Oh, right, I did. Well, I guess if y'all wanna eat supper with the two of us, you better plant your butts in a seat and buckle up because ... we're eating in Chicago tonight."
Eighteen eyes lit up like camera flashes as the boys suddenly realized what was happening.
Alex was the first to find his voice. "Wait a minute, you've got a freakin' jet?"
"No, Alex, we've got a freakin' jet," I replied with a smile. After that, the questions were flying faster than any human could understand or have a hope to answer. I let them run for about a minute before finally holding up my hands in surrender. "Okay, let me hit the highlights really quick; yes, it's our plane; yes, we're going to Chicago for supper and the weekend; no, we won't be doing any barrel rolls or loops; yes, we can fly just about anywhere in the country without stopping; no, we can't go Mach 5; yes, I have a place in Chicago, along with Los Angeles, Orlando and Colorado Springs. Have I missed any important ones?"
"I can think of one," Andy answered seriously, "Who's flyin' this thing?"
"Oh, yeah, forgot about that one. That would be me, Andy."
"No way," Mike scoffed.
"Way, buddy. Now if you'll all take a seat and buckle in, we can get this bucket of bolts in the air. Tom is sitting by the door, Joey, Josh, why don't you take the back two seats, Alex and Brent, the middle two, Eric, you take the seat opposite Tom and Mike, Andy and Logan, you guys get the small couch. You'll have to put the armrest up, though. Now, did I miss anybody."
"What about me, Dad," T.J. asked. "Where am I supposed to sit?"
"Oh, right, T.J. The only other spot open, I guess, is the stool that's behind that partition," I answered while pointing towards the rear of the cabin. "It's not the most comfortable seat in the world, and if someone has to pee, you'll have to move, but there is a seatbelt." Tom was rolling his eyes at me for torturing the lad in this manner, but the other boys were loving every second of it and laughing their butts off.
"What!? You expect me to sit on the crapper the whole time? No way, man, not gonna happen. I'd rather sit on the floor."
"Sorry, son, that's not allowed. Especially for takeoff or landing. You have to be belted in a seat. Hmm, how can we handle this?" I paused for a moment, tapping my chin and looking at the ceiling, acting as if I was in deep thought before carrying on. "Oh, wait, T.J., I just remembered, there is one other seat available, but I don't know if you'll like it very much."
"Anywhere but the stool, Dad. Hell, I'll sit on the roof if it gets me to Chicago."
"Sorry, the roof's not an option, I left my tie-down straps at home. Besides, I think that might get just a bit too chilly for you," I deadpanned. I knelt in front T.J., looked into his eyes and added, "Tell you what, go through the curtain behind me and you can have the seat on the right, okay?"
"Cool, dad, thanks," T.J. sighed with relief. He moved around me and in three steps was at the opening to the cockpit. After pulling the curtain to the side, he stopped dead in his tracks, goggled at all the electronics, then turned back around and stammered, "Uh, D-d-a-a-d, th-th-that's the c-c-cockp-p-it."
"Yeah, I know," I replied with a wide grin. "Take the right seat and strap in. I gotta close the door before we takeoff." T.J. took a step and leapt into my arms, wrapping his arms around my neck and almost knocking both of us to the floor.
"Thanks, you're the coolest Dad ever," he squeaked into my ear.
"You earned it, buddy," I whispered back, "now go get settled." The happiest boy in the world turned back around, stepped proudly into the cockpit and took his assigned seat. I closed the cabin door and checked everyone to make sure they were buckled in and comfortable before joining T.J. in the cockpit and checking to make sure he was properly strapped in, as well. I then settled into the left seat and strapped myself in place. I handed the second headset to T.J. with the following instructions, "You can wear this and listen to everything on the radio with me, but you can't say anything when I'm talking to someone, understood?"
"Yes, sir," he agreed as he put the headset on and adjusted it to fit his small cranium.
I pulled out my reference book and, while explaining everything I was doing to T.J., started following all the checklists printed within. After entering our destination airport into the flight computer, along with the waypoints along our route, I lit off the first engine. Once it was running smoothly and all its indicators were in the green, it was time to start the second engine. It took only a few minutes for both to be running smoothly and we were ready to roll. I contacted the tower to get my taxi instructions, then taxied to the end of runway 4. After checking with the tower again and receiving my clearance for takeoff, I yelled to the back, "Y'all ready to get outta town!?" With everyone in loud and boisterous agreement, and after checking outside for other traffic, I eased off the brake and allowed the plane to roll from the taxiway onto the runway.
Once I was correctly aligned, I reapplied the brakes and came to a full stop. After one last check of the systems and indicators to verify everything was a go, I eased the throttles forward to about 95% thrust and allowed the engines to spool up to full song before releasing the brakes. The initial roll was pretty slow, but we quickly gained speed and sooner than everyone else expected we'd reached our rotate speed of 92 knots. I gently pulled the yoke towards me and we left planet earth below us, aimed for the sun-drenched heavens.
I retracted the landing gear and flaps, then climbed to our initial altitude of 5,000 feet and leveled off briefly before being released from Springfield's airspace and being allowed to climb to our cruising altitude of 35,500 feet. Once at our assigned cruise altitude, I retarded the throttles to the most efficient setting to maintain our flight level. After we were settled in and cutting across the sky at 435 knots, I pressed the button on the yoke that would allow me to talk to T.J. and asked, "So, what do you think, buddy?"
"Oh, this is so cool, Dad. It's almost like playing a video game with all these screens up here."
"Well, yeah, in some respects it is," I laughed. "Hey, you wanna do me a favor?"
"Anything, just name it," the youngster enthused.
"Unstrap and grab me a Pepsi from the fridge. Flying always dries out my mouth and throat. Make sure you don't bump anything on the way out. Then, let everyone else know they can get one, too. There should be an assortment of drinks in there and some munchies in the drawers next to it."
"You got it, Dad. Be right back."
T.J. undid his harness, then carefully climbed out of his seat and headed back into the main cabin. He soon returned, handing me a can of soda over my shoulder, which I gratefully accepted. "Thanks, kiddo. Before you strap yourself back in, let the others know they can come up here, one at a time, to take a look. And check on Pops to make sure he's doing okay. He doesn't much like flying."
"On my way." T.J. put his drink can in the cupholder by his seat, then turned and went back to tell the others the good news, but not before checking on Tom.
"Hey, Pops, how ya' doin'?" T.J. asked after kneeling in front of the big guy.
"Okay, I think," he answered nervously. "I'm still alive, anyway, though I didn't much like the takeoff."
"Don't worry, man, Dad's got a handle on everything. He really does know how to fly."
"I hope to hell he does. Thanks for checking on me, T.J. You better get back in your seat now."
"In a minute, Pops, I gotta tell these other bozos somethin'," T.J. replied with a grin. He stood back up and let go a loud whistle to get the other boys' attention. After all eyes were focused on him, he said, "Listen up, munchkins. Dad says you can all come up front and take a look, but you can't touch anything. And leave your drinks here. He doesn't want anything spilled up there." As all eight stood up and started forward, T.J. held up his hands and added, "One at a time, ya' boneheads. Geez. That's a tiny space up there and y'all ain't gonna fit in it at the same time. You need to take turns, from youngest to oldest."
"But what about us?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, we're twins, remember?" Joey added.
"You two might be twins, but one of you is still older than the other, even if it's by just a few minutes. So, figure it out. Mike, Andy, which of you gets to go first?"
"I don't know," Mike answered.
"Yeah, we're both six," Andy added.
"Well, when's your birthdays?"
"August," Andy answered.
"May for me," Mike replied.
"Then Mike's older, so Andy gets to come up first. C'mon on, dude, you're gonna love this," T.J. said, extending a hand to help Andy up. "Let me get back in my seat, then you can come in, okay?"
"Thanks, T.J." The two made their way to the cockpit and after T.J. had resettled in his seat, Andy stepped in and stood behind T.J.
"Wow! This is cool, Dad. How do you know what everything does?"
"Practice, Andy, lots and lots of practice." I spent a few minutes describing the various screens of the Rockwell Collins Pro Line 21 avionics suite and the plane's other controls to Andy. When I turned around to ask if he had any questions, he looked like his head was about to explode. "Guess that was a little too much, huh?"
"Uh, yeah. How long did it take you to learn all this?"
"Three to four weeks of intense training, buddy. And I do refresher courses every so often just to make sure I haven't forgotten anything."
"So, can we really go anywhere we want any time we want?" Andy asked with a gleam of hope in his eyes.
"Just about, yeah. We just need to plan things ahead a bit to make sure the plane's ready and we have somewhere to stay."
"Swe-e-e-t!" he squealed with delight. "When can we go to Disney World?"
"Maybe this summer. We'll have to see how things work out. Now, why don't you scoot on out of here and let one of the others take their turn."
"You got it, Dad. Thanks for letting me watch, this is really cool."
As Andy turned to take his seat again, T.J. stopped him and said, "Mike's next, Andy, send him on up." With a thumbs up from Andy, he returned to his seat and sent Mike in.
While we waited for our next visitor to appear, I asked T.J. about his late exchange with Andy, "What was that all about?"
"I just told `em to go from youngest to oldest, that way there wouldn't be any fighting about who was next," T.J. replied with a smile. "It seemed the logical thing to do."
"Good thinking, son."
"Yeah, I thought so," the munchkin replied with a grin.
We spent the next half hour of our flight with visitors from the main cabin. With every one of them, I gave the same basic explanation of the electronics and controls, answering questions as they were asked. Alex, obtuse thinker that he is, was the only one who asked a question that had nothing to do with the plane.
"So, why does T.J. get to sit up here with you and not any of us?" he quizzed me with a bit of an edge to his voice.
My response to his inquiry was straight to the point. "Because T.J. helped save a young man's life this week and he earned the privilege. Someday, you'll earn that privilege for yourself."
"Sorry, Dad, you're right." He then turned to T.J. and added, "Sorry, dude. You did a good thing with Rich. And you proved the point that our group is important. Thanks to you, the school will probably let us keep meeting. Have fun up here with Dad."
"I will, Alex, thanks." With that, Alex returned to his seat without any further complaint.
By the time all the visits from the boys were completed, we'd been handed off to the O'Hare tower and it was time to begin our descent. O'Hare's controller would guide us around Chicago and through their traffic until it was time for Chicago Executive to take over for our final approach. Ten minutes after my first contact with O'Hare, it was Executive's turn. T.J. was listening intently to every transmission, helping me keep track of speeds and altitudes as we made our descent. Once we turned onto our final approach, I extended the flaps and landing gear. With the three gear indicators displaying locked, I knew we were finally ready to come back down to earth.
After turning from my assigned base leg onto our final approach, I was lined up perfectly for runway 16 and with no crosswind to speak of, the landing was a breeze. I allowed the pane to float over the apron and managed to have the main gear gently touchdown right on the runway numbers. I slowly lowered the nose until we were firmly reattached to terra firma. Following directions from the tower, I turned off the runway and aimed the plane for the FBO I'd selected. As we approached their building, I was guided to a parking spot on the tarmac by one of the linesmen. Once in the proper location, I pulled out my reference book and began running through the after landing checklists, ensuring everything was secured and properly shut down.
T.J. had already removed his restraints and was standing in the opening to the cabin when I finally extricated myself from my own seat. God, I needed a good stretch, but that was going to have to wait until I was off the plane and could actually stand up straight. I opened the cabin door and unfolded the steps, allowing the late afternoon sun to stream through the opening.
"Okay, guys, we're here. Form a line and head on out. This airport's a lot busier than Springfield, so I want you to line up in front of the wing until Tom and I are outside with you. Got it?" With nods of understanding from all, I had T.J. lead the parade outside. Once they were gone, I knelt in front of Tom and asked, "You okay, big guy?"
"I don't know," he muttered in response. "Are we on the ground yet?"
"Well, either we are, or the boys jumped and didn't leave us a parachute. C'mon, open your eyes and relax your grip on the armrest. You can't take the seat with you." He cracked one eye open and seeing we were alone, slowly peeled open the second one.
"Oh, thank you, Jesus!" he exhaled. "I guess T.J. was right and you really do know how to fly."
"Got a license and everything, bubba," I chuckled as I patted his meaty thigh. "C'mon, the boys are waiting outside to see how much damage they can do to this town in the next couple days." Tom unbuckled himself and stood shakily. With my help, he managed to get down the few steps to the ground without falling. I had Eric come over and help guide Tom to the rest of the herd while I stepped into the cockpit one last time to switch off the battery.
After finally joining the rest of the crew on the ground, I closed and locked the cabin door. I quickly checked to ensure the FBO employees had chocked the wheels and was happy to see they had done so. One of the guys who was helping to tie the plane down stepped over and introduced himself.
"Good afternoon, my name's Marty. You must be Mr. Sanders. Welcome to Chicago, sir. Hope you had a good flight."
"I couldn't have asked for better, Marty, thanks."
"What can we do for you besides a parking spot for a few days?" Marty asked.
"It would be a good idea to go ahead and refuel, of course, then if someone would check inside for trash, I'd appreciate it. I think the boys got it all, but you never know. Then Sunday afternoon before we leave, if you guys could restock the fridge with drinks and some snack bars or something, the plane will be ready for takeoff when we come back."
"No problem, sir. We'll be happy to take care of you. Just leave your key inside when you head out, and we'll make sure you're ready to roll when you come back. Enjoy your visit to the Windy City."
"We will, Marty. Thanks." I turned to the group waiting patiently in front of the wing and said, "Okay, let's get our bags and hit the road." I led the way to the baggage compartment and after unlocking the door, began handing bags out to everyone. Since mine was the first in, it was the last out. After retrieving it, I relocked the compartment and we headed inside the FBO. I checked in at the counter and left my key, then led the group outside where our ride was waiting for us. Our `ride' turned out to be a stretched Ford Expedition and the driver was standing by the passenger door waiting for us. When he saw us heading his way, he stepped over to greet us.
"Good afternoon. Mr. Sanders and entourage, I assume. Welcome to Chicago. My name is Tony and I'm going to be your driver for the next few days."
"Afternoon, Tony, I'm Max Sanders and this is Tom Wright. The rest of the gaggle are our sons and a few of their friends. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."
"No, sir. Got here just about ten minutes ago. Why don't we get your bags in the back and we can get rolling?" We followed Tony to the back of the extra-long vehicle and tossed our bags in. Once properly stowed, we followed Tony back to the passenger door and, after he opened the door, the boys led the parade inside, all of them oohing and aahing at the interior of our ride. Just before I climbed in, Tony caught my attention and said, "I know we're going to end up at your condo in Oak Park, Mr. Sanders, but I assume you're going to want to eat before we get there. Any particular restaurant you had in mind?"
"Yes, Ed Debevic's. You know the place?"
"You bet. It's my home away from home, sir. Your boys are going to love it, too. Hop in and we'll get this show on the road." I climbed inside the monstrous vehicle and Tony closed the door behind me.
As we started moving, Joey commented, "We need to get one of these for home, Dad. We could take all our friends with us everywhere we go."
"I'm happy with the Flex, Joey. Besides, I don't think this tank would even fit in the storage building."
"I bet it would if you got rid of the cars that were already in there," Alex offered.
"Bite your tongue, goofball. I'm not getting rid of a Corvette and a Ferrari to make room for this."
"Where we goin' to eat, Mr. Sanders?" Eric asked.
"A wild and fun 50's-style diner called Ed Debevic's, close to downtown. I think you guys'll like it."
"And where're are we stayin'?" Josh asked.
"We have a three-bedroom condo out in Oak Park, complete with a private pool."
"So, can we go swimmin' later?" Andy asked.
"You're welcome to try," I chuckled, "but you probably won't like it too much. It's not heated or covered since I'm not up here enough to justify the expense."
"Oh, man, talk about shrinkage," Eric giggled. "That water's probably cold enough to make Tom look like Andy." All the boys laughed at that comment since they knew exactly what Eric was talking about.
"I know you said we got three bedrooms, Dad, but what kinda beds you got there?" Mike asked. "There's nine of us and two of you. Who's gonna sleep where?"
"Well, the Master Bedroom has a king-sized bed and that's where Pops and I will be, of course. The other two bedrooms have two queen-sized beds each. So, I was thinking Joey and Josh along with Alex and Brent would use one of the bedrooms. Then, Mike and Andy with Logan and T.J. can use the other bedroom. Then there's the sofa in the living room that folds out into a bed and I figured Eric could use it."
I watched the boys as I gave them my thoughts on the sleeping arrangements for the next two nights. Brent and Alex immediately started whispering to each other and Josh and Joey leaned in close together and shared a little kiss. Eric was the one who had the most interesting reaction as he frowned deeply and shook his head in disgust.
"I promise, Eric, it's pretty decent as far as sofa beds go. None of my other guests has ever complained about it."
"Yeah, we'll see. Guess if I don't like it, I can always sleep on the damn floor," he pouted.
"Would you like to hop on a train back home so you can sleep in your own bed tonight?" I asked, a bit peeved at the surly teen.
"No way, man. I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders, that was really rude of me and my dad told me to watch my attitude. I'm sure the couch will be fine."
During the remaining forty-five minutes of our ride to the restaurant, the boys kept up a constant chatter about everything they could see outside the vehicle's windows. Tom and I relaxed in the back seat of the limo and enjoyed listening to them and the excitement that seemed to be oozing from every pore of their bodies. When we finally pulled up at the restaurant, we could see the place was packed. But, it was early evening on a Friday in Chicago, so that wasn't altogether unexpected. Tony managed to find a parking spot for the behemoth in which we were riding, then came around to open the door for us. We let the boys clamber out first, then extricated ourselves from the back seat to join them on the sidewalk.
"Are you going to join us, Tony?" Tom asked.
"I'd like to, but I need to stay with the limo to make sure I don't get a ticket or worse, towed. Parking around here is a nightmare."
"Would you like us to order something for you and have it sent out?" I asked.
"No, thanks, my wife packed a supper for me and it's waiting in the truck."
"Well, leave it for later," Tom replied. "We'll send out something hot and tasty."
"Gee, thanks, appreciate that. Go enjoy yourselves, guys." We turned and headed inside where we were assaulted by music and all the other noises you'd expect from a crowded diner.
A server was passing by as the door closed behind us and she greeted us with, "Whoa right there, fellas. Ain't nobody said nothin' `bout a football team comin' in tonight." The boys enjoyed a good laugh at her comment.
"I hope you have room for us," I replied.
"I'm sure we will, right after I kick summa dese bums out. Y'all just hang right there, ya' hear me?"
"No rush," I responded. Tom looked at me like I'd lost my mind for picking this crazy place. I leaned close to him and quietly explained, "It's part of the show they put on. The servers tend to pick on people and do crazy things, including dancing and singing along with the music. I thought the kids would have some fun here since the workers are all acting like kids."
"Gotcha. Thanks for givin' me the scoop. I was beginning to really question your sanity."
As we were chatting, the server who'd passed by headed over to a few tables where people looked to be done eating. "C'mon, ya' lazy bums, we need these tables for a football team! Make room, will ya'? Go on, get outta here." Properly chastised, the customers at both tables promptly stood up and headed our direction. As they got closer and saw the `football team' they gave up their table for, they began to laugh as they headed out into early dusk. In less than a minute, the tables were both cleaned off, pushed together and the server waved us over.
"Y'all park your behinds in them chairs and I'll be right back with some menus and silverware." She dashed off and returned in a flash, handing menus to each of us, then placing a napkin-wrapped set of silver in front of each of us. "Give them a gander and let ole Stella know watchu wanna munch on tonight," she added as she sat in an empty chair and put her feet up in Andy's lap.
With the six-year-old perplexed at this development, Andy shot me a look and asked, "Is she for real?"
"She sure is," I answered with a chuckle. "Better find somethin' you want to eat and tell her what it is."
"C'mon, cutie-pie," Stella interjected, "I ain't got all night." Completely flustered at the attention he was receiving, Andy finally just pointed to something on the menu. "You got it baby-cakes. Okay who's next?" When nobody immediately answered, she added, "If'n y'all wanna eat sometime tonight, I'd suggest you get a move on." We continued around the table telling Stella our selections, including a dinner for Tony with the request for it be taken to him outside. When everyone had ordered, Stella put her feet back on the floor, but before getting up, she leaned over and planted a little kiss on Andy's cheek, further adding to his flush of embarrassment. "You're such a sweetie, I might have to take you home with me tonight," she whispered sweetly into his ear, then stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Andy's got a girlfriend," Mike sing-songed with a giggle.
"No, I don't!" Andy squealed in protest. "She's just some crazy lady."
"She might be crazy as a loon, but she's hot," Eric commented. "Maybe she'd take me home with her," he added wistfully.
"Whoa, big boy," Tom interjected. "Keep it in your pants." It was Eric's turn to blush as all the boys hooted in laughter at his expense.
Stella returned with our drinks while the boys were still laughing and after setting the glasses on the table, asked, "What'd I miss? Is my skirt on backwards or somethin'?" she asked, looking down and checking her attire.
"No," Alex answered, "Eric just said he'd let you take him home if Andy won't go."
"And which one of you is Eric? Is it you?" she asked, pointing to Tom, who emphatically shook his head no.
"Nah, that ain't Eric. That's our Pops," T.J. offered. "Eric's the really pink one tryin' to crawl under the table and hide."
Stella turned and found Eric doing just as T.J. said. She sidled over to the young man, spun his chair out and straddled his thirteen-year-old body as she sat down on his lap facing him, her ample bosom practically in his face. She stared deeply into Eric's eyes and cooed, "Oooh, want me to take you home, do you? I get off work at nine, sweetums. You better be here," much to Eric's chagrin.
"Uh, no, ma'am, thanks anyway. I was just kiddin'," Eric sputtered.
Stella stood up, spun Eric's chair back and countered with, "Your loss, toots." Then she strutted off towards the kitchen, giving her hips a little wiggle as she did. A wiggle Eric's bulging eyes didn't miss.
While the boys cracked up at Eric's misfortune, he fumed, "It ain't funny, you guys. Geez, that's embarrassing."
I noticed Eric had a hand in his lap and he appeared to be making a minor adjustment to an awkward situation. As we waited for our dinner to arrive, the boys were having a blast watching the servers poke fun at their customers and generally have a good time while working. Many would be singing and dancing along to whatever song was currently playing as they moved from table to table. Even Tom and I were enjoying ourselves, though that was mostly because the boys were having so much fun. Soon enough, our food was delivered by Stella and two other servers who'd offered to help. As they dug into their food, the boys resembled a herd of velociraptors on their first visit to a buffet filled with their favorite delicacies. All voices were muted except for the occasional request for more ketchup or a drink refill. Without exception, the nine voracious eating machines were done with their meals long before Tom and me.
When Stella strolled by and noticed their empty plates, she stopped and commented, "My, my, my. You boys ain't no football team, you're a bunch of pigs." The boys obliged Stella by responding with their best piggish grunts between their giggles. "Yep, right on the money, as usual. Don't suppose all you little piggies are ready for dessert, are you?" Again, they responded with grunts since they were so well received the first time around. "All right, already, stick a sock in it. I'll get somebody here to get those empty plates out of the way while I get nine of the world's smallest sundaes set up." She turned to leave, but Tom stopped her with a question.
"Uh, Stella, there's eleven of us here. Aren't we all gettin' dessert?"
"Not on your life, buster. You and your buddy, there, didn't clean your plates. Only people and little pigs with clean plates get dessert `round here." Another round of wild grunting followed her as she left Tom and me in stunned disbelief. When she returned with the boys' desserts, Tom and I had finally managed to clear our plates, hoping we'd now be entitled to enjoy an after-dinner snack with the boys. "Well, well, well, looks like we have to add a couple more pigs to our list. Lucky for you I brought two extra treats with me. Otherwise you'd have to go without. Enjoy, fellas."
As it turns out, the world's smallest sundae is vanilla ice cream, whipped cream and hot fudge in a glass the size of a regular shot glass. And, you get to keep the glass as a souvenir of your visit. So, we've been in town less than two hours and we already have something to take home to remind us of the fun we're going to have this weekend. I have no doubt that before we leave town Sunday for the trip home, there will be many more similar items to add to this shot glass.
Stella swung by one more time and, on seeing the dessert glasses were all empty, offered to have them cleaned, wrapped and bagged so we could take them with us. I also handed over my Black American Express to pay for our dinner while the glasses were taken care of. Stella returned shortly with a carry out bag holding our glasses and my receipt for our dinner.
"Well, it was nice takin' care of y'all tonight, but ya' gotta git the heck outta here now. I need these tables." After we delayed moving for just a few seconds, she added, "C'mon, boys, hop to it. I gots hungry people to feed. Move it on outta here, y'all." With that, we all jumped up and started heading for the door and the ride to our home away from home for the weekend. As Eric passed her, she grabbed his arm and said with a sly wink, "Don't forget, sweet baby, nine o'clock," causing the poor boy to turn pink with embarrassment, again. As I passed by Stella on my way to the door, I thanked her for taking such good care of us and making it fun for the boys while slipping her a well-earned tip for her efforts.
When we stepped out into the cool March evening, we found Tony waiting dutifully for us. As we walked the twenty feet to the limo, he opened the door to allow us to climb in. I was the last to board our armored chariot and Tony thanked me profusely for the meal we'd sent out. Apparently, most of his clients don't believe in common courtesy. I always figured if you can afford to pay for a limo to haul your sorry butt all over hell's half acres, you could afford to take care of the driver properly and show your true appreciation for the work he's performing on your behalf.
"Where we headed now, Mr. Sanders?" Tony asked before I climbed in to join the others.
"I guess we'll head for the condo, Tony, but I'd like to stop by a grocery store somewhere along the way so we can stock up on drinks and some basic food and snacks. You know a good store out in the `burbs?"
"You bet, sir. There's a nice new market just a few blocks from your place. We'll stop by there on the way."
"Perfect, Tony, thanks. Let's get movin'." I climbed in the back and took my seat next to Tom, wrapping his hand in mine. Tony eased the door closed and we were soon lumbering westward through the Friday evening traffic. "Man, I'm glad I don't drive have to through this insanity," I commented to Tom. "I'd be in jail in no time because I know I'd end up killing some asshole."
"Same here. The limo's a good idea. Saves us a bunch of stress. Besides, Tony seems to know his way around."
"He better. I'm not paying if we get lost," I laughed. We sat back in our seat to relax and again watched as the boys took in the sights as we weaved and wiggled our way through suburb after suburb to get to Oak Park. Thirty minutes after leaving the restaurant, Tony was pulling off the expressway and burrowing deep into Oak Park. It had been a year or so since I'd stayed at the condo and I could see quite a bit had changed in that time. A lot of the old houses along the street from the exit had been torn down and they'd been replaced by businesses in new buildings. Some people just don't understand repurposing an existing building to suit their needs. But, with newer laws on the books relating to equal access for everyone, I guess it's sometimes easier to tear down something old and start over.
As we drew nearer the condo, Tony pulled into the parking lot of a well-lit and newer strip mall that had a large grocery store on one end of the building. He pulled up to the entry to the store, then came around and opened the limo's door. After we'd all climbed out, he said, "I obviously can't leave the truck here, so I'll be out in the lot a ways, watching for you. When I see you guys come out, I'll pull back up and we'll load up for the rest of the trip to your condo."
"Sounds good, Tony, Thanks. See you in a few." After closing the limo's passenger door, Tony moved it out of the way while we entered the store. If we thought grocery shopping with five boys in tow was a challenge, doing so with nine was even worse. Items continued to be dropped in the cart as we snaked the aisles with Tom and me not really seeing most of it. In thirty minutes, the cart was loaded and I, for one, was ready to get the heck out of there. Tom was leading the parade to the register while I followed along to make sure we didn't leave anyone behind. We managed to get out of the store without having to spring a king from his kidnappers and headed back out into the evening's increasing darkness.
True to his word, as soon as Tony saw us walk through the door, he flashed the lights on the limo and had it moving in our direction. After pulling the vehicle to the curb, he jumped out and opened the tailgate so we could stow our purchases. With our packages secure, we loaded back up and Tony headed for the condo. In less than five minutes, we pulled into the drive of our home for the next couple of nights. Tony helped us carry everything inside and while Tom and the boys started putting things away, Tony pulled me aside.
"What time do you want to get started in the morning, Mr. Sanders?" he asked.
"I think around eleven would be a good time for you to show up. I've made a ten o'clock reservation at the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio for a guided tour with the boys. Since it's only a few blocks from here, I thought we'd walk over. If my memory serves me, the tour lasts around an hour, so if you wanted to pick us up over there about eleven, that should work out all right."
"Perfect, sir. Where are we going in the afternoon?"
"I think the Field Museum of Natural History and Shedd Aquarium. You shouldn't have a problem finding parking for the beast there."
"Nope, not a problem. I'll just use the bus parking areas at both. Okay, then, you guys have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow about eleven."
"Sounds good, Tony. Have a good night." He turned and left the house to head for home for the night. When I rejoined the family, I discovered all our food purchases had been stored and our overnight bags put in their respective rooms. Eric had dropped his bag in the same room Josh where was sleeping so it wouldn't be floating around the living room. I also discovered I was the only one who was still wearing any clothes and I aimed for the bedroom to quickly remedy that condition. I was glad I'd thought during our dinner to use the app on my phone to bump up the thermostat before we got here. The normal fifty-five-degree temperature I left the house at during the winter would have been decidedly uncomfortable compared to the regular seventy-eight I maintained at home.
As I joined the rest of the group in the living room, Eric commented, "This is a pretty nice place, Mr. Sanders."
"Thanks, Eric. I don't come here a lot, but it's nice to have when I want to get away for a few days. So, what's next guys?"
"You got any games up here, Dad?" Mike asked.
"Unfortunately, no. All the guests I've ever had here have been adults, so no games. About the only thing I've got are some movies in the stand under the TV. Why don't you guys take a look and find one we can watch."
The boys started digging and shortly, Joey said, "I've got one here, but I don't know what it is. There's no label on the disc or case."
"Well, pop it in the player and let's see what you've found. It's probably something another guest left behind." Joey did as I requested and while Tom and I talked to each other about tomorrow's plans, the movie started itself. It wasn't until about ten minutes later when the music started thumping and I was hearing moans of pleasure emanating from the sound system that I turned back to the TV and refocused on the screen. I was stunned to see two very generously endowed men doing everything they could to swallow their partner's engorged member. The boys were watching the action with rapt fascination while I scrambled to grab the remote and stop the playback.
"Oh, c'mon Dad, it was just starting to get interesting," Joey complained when the screen went blank.
"Where did you find that?" I asked, knowing that I'd never had anything like that.
"It was just mixed in with all the other movies," Alex replied. It was then I took a quick look around the room and discovered the little bit of movie that had been viewed had created a profound effect on all of us. It was quite the sight to behold, but not one I'd expected to see during the weekend.
"Well, please see if you can find something a little more appropriate." When Eric began to rifle through the selection again, Josh turned to face Joey and the two hugged each other as they ground their groins together. Not to be outdone by his brother, Alex scrambled on top of Brent and proceeded to give him a rather passionate kiss while rocking his hips and mashing their two stiff cocklets between them. Before the others could get involved in anything, I reminded the boys that the rules we followed at home would also be followed here.
Thankfully, that reminder put a damper on the action taking place in front of us as the two pairs separated, but still stayed close enough to each to hold hands as they settled in to watch the movie Eric picked out, Mission: Impossible, with Tom Cruise. Eric sheepishly handed me the offending disc to deal with, and I couldn't help but admire the young man's svelte form and bouncing boner as he did so. I also noticed that he took an appreciative glance at Tom and me as we reclined on the sofa, both of our still hard penises on display.
As the new movie began and everyone settled in, Tom leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Ya' just gotta love boys like that who are unashamed of being erect and don't bother to cover up. You really got to jack that beautiful piece of meat?" With a slight nod and grin from me, he added, "You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I hope I get the chance." I looked at him with surprise at the suggestion.
"Don't get your hopes up," I whispered.
"Heh, that wouldn't be the only thing up if I did," he chuckled.
When the movie finally ended almost two hours later, it was time to head for bed. We were going to have a busy day tomorrow and I wanted everyone to get a good night's sleep. We had the boys run through the showers two at a time and then climb into bed. We allowed Eric to use the shower in the master bathroom since he was sorta the odd man out, then Tom and I followed when he was done. As we made our rounds to say goodnight to everyone, it was evident that sleep was the last thing on any of their minds. We found Mike and Andy lightly fondling each other in their bed while Logan and T.J. were well past simple fondling and happily masturbating each other. We managed to get them to stop just long enough to receive their kisses and hugs, but as soon as we shared those with the boys, they promptly returned to their previous activities.
Stepping into the other bedroom, we found Alex and Brent locked in a mutual blowjob. In the other bed, Josh had Joey's legs pushed up to his chest and he was busy lapping at Joey's tight hole while also stroking Joey's hard cocklet. Again, we interrupted the action just long enough to share hugs and kisses before turning and leaving the room, allowing the boys to resume their enjoyment of each other. We stepped into the living room, engorged cocks leading the way, to find a forlorn and lonely Eric setting up the sofa bed. When we first saw him, his penis was limp as a wet noodle, but that didn't last long. As soon as he spotted the two of us with our erections pointing the way, his dick sprang back to life. We stopped on the way to our room to give him a hug goodnight and, as we did, he managed to rub his rampant hardon against ours, making a hard situation even harder.
After letting go of the horny teen, we made a beeline for our room and bed, ensuring we closed the door behind us. We tossed back the covers since we knew we wouldn't need them to generate any heat for a while and fell into each other's longing grasp. When we finally hugged and kissed each other, I moaned in desire for the man I loved and shared my bed with. Our tongues had been doing battle with each other for several minutes when I felt a stray hand on my shoulder. I knew it couldn't be one of Tom's hands as both of his were wantonly caressing my ass while both of mine were working on his back and shoulders.
"C'mon, Josh, quit teasin' me," Joey whispered to his partner. "I need you inside me."
"I'm tryin', dude, but I guess I'm freaked out about doin' it with your brother in the room with us. I can't keep it hard."
"Oh, give me a fuckin' break, man. What's a guy gotta do to get screwed around here?"
"Maybe tell Alex to quit starin' at us. He may have Brent's dick in his mouth, but he ain't took his eyes off us yet."
"You keep lickin' and I'll see what I can do." Joey closed his eyes in pleasure and an unwelcome thought popped into to Alex's mind. "Alex, dude, give me a break will ya'? I wanna get fucked over here, but you're scarin' Josh with your stare."
"Hey, it ain't my problem if he can't get it up," Alex replied silently.
"It may not be your problem, but it sure as hell is your fault. Look somewhere else, damn it."
"But it's kinda fun watchin' you wiggle and writhe over there," Alex answered with a silent giggle.
"You'll get to see a lot more of that if you quit starin' at us and I can actually get some dick in me, dude."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Give us a minute." Silence took over the room as Alex and Brent shifted positions on the bed. "Okay, we've moved. If he still can't get it up, let me know and we'll come help."
"Thanks, bro, I'll let you know." Joey refocused his attention on Josh and whispered, "Okay, Joshy, they ain't watchin' no more. Get your dick in my mouth and I'll get you hard in no time." Josh disconnected his tongue from Joey's ass long enough to reposition himself as Joey wanted. Joey swallowed Josh's soft member in a flash as Josh reburied his face in Joey's ass to continue his oral pleasuring of the tight hole located there.
In the other bed, Alex and Brent were still orally assaulting each other's cocklets and their moans of delight carried across the room. They separated briefly and rearranged themselves so they were face to face and their tongues engaged in battle. When they broke for air a minute later, Brent whispered in Alex's ear, "What'd we move around for?"
"Joey was complainin' that Josh couldn't get hard with me watchin' `em."
"I didn't hear nothin'."
"Oh, c'mon, Brent, you know what we can do."
"Well, you've told me, but I don't think I believe you."
"Okay, how's this? Right now, you're thinkin' it might be fun to join Joey and Josh in the same bed. And you're also thinkin' about that promise you made to Dad about returnin' the favor you owe him. Do you believe me now?"
"Holy shit, dude, I thought you was bullshittin' me," Brent exclaimed quietly. "I see I'm gonna have to be careful what I think around you two. Now, why the fuck you watchin' them? Your attention shoulda been on me."
"Oh, it was, but it was pretty hot watchin' my brother get his ass licked, too. I've never seen it from this angle. He makes the funniest faces when he's getting' rimmed." Brent lifted his head up over Alex's and quietly agreed with the action he could see happening in the other bed.
"C'mon, let's go join `em," Brent whispered.
"But I want you to fuck me," Alex complained with a whine.
"Oh, I'm going to, don't you worry. You and your brother are both gonna get fucked like you ain't never been fucked before." Brent slid to the side of the bed, grabbed Alex's hand in his, and pulled him to the other bed, Brent's bouncing four-inch boner leading the way. Upon reaching their destination, Brent spoke up, "C'mon, you two, make some room."
Josh looked up from the prize in front of his face and asked, "What the hell are you two doin'?" Joey was unable to say anything since his mouth was filled with Josh's stiff four-and-a-half-inch cock.
"I thought that was obvious," Brent answered, "We're joining you, so make a hole. Oh, wait, you've already got one there, don't you?" he added with a quick laugh. "And I'm gonna help you fill it." Josh and Joey shifted over to make room so Alex and Brent could climb on the bed with them.
Brent laid down on his back, proud of his stiff member reaching for the ceiling. "Josh," Brent started, "lay next to me, then Joey and Alex can climb on top of us." Josh and Joey disengaged and rearranged themselves into the position Brent suggested. "Damn, Josh, you got a nice cock. I think you're bigger than I am."
"I hope so," Josh replied indignantly. "I am older, ya' know. Okay, now what?"
"You hold my dick and I'll hold yours while they sit down on `em. Once they're settled, let the fucking begin." Brent reached a hand over, wrapped it around Josh's boner and held it straight up. Josh followed his lead and did the same to Brent. Joey and Alex wasted no time in climbing on top of their partners and settling their bodies lower and lower until both turgid members made contact with their intended targets. The twins hesitated for just a moment as they looked to each other with wide grins on their faces. After sharing an almost imperceptible nod of agreement, the two young boys began to lower themselves even further, allowing their partners to enter them for the first time.
Though they'd engaged each other several times previously, neither was adequately prepared for the slightly larger cocks that spread their tight holes wider than ever before. Both winced in pain as they impaled themselves on Brent and Josh's willing rods. Joey clasped Alex's hand in his own and, as the two continued to hold each other, they slowly lowered themselves until both boys' smooth white behinds were resting comfortably on their partner's thighs.
"Oh, fuck," Joey moaned, "that hurt! They're bigger than we are."
"No shit, Sherlock, what was your first clue?" Alex retorted. "Hang on, Brent, I need to breathe for a minute."
"Take your time, baby, I'm in no hurry. Besides, we ain't goin' nowhere, are we Josh?" Brent added with an evil chuckle.
"Not on your life. I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on Joey's cute ass."
After a few moments to catch his breath, Alex began rocking on Brent's hips to slowly loosen himself with Joey following his lead. Soon enough, both lads were ready to continue and began flexing their legs to lift their bodies up and gently lower them again. Each movement generated gasps of delight from all four youngsters as the two younger ones took control of the action. As Joey and Alex increased their speed, Brent and Josh were doing everything they could to control their own bodies as the new feelings were flooding them with tingling sensations from head to toe.
"C'mon, Joey, I want you to come with me," Josh moaned.
"I'm tryin', dude. God this feels good," Joey groaned in reply.
"How ya' doin', Brent? I ain't breakin' your dick, am I?"
"Not a chance, baby. I'm gettin' close to poppin', though."
With the larger than normal cocks buried in their asses, Joey and Alex's prostates were getting bumped on every stroke and both were about to lose total control. And when Brent wrapped one hand around Alex's cocklet and gently squeezed his skin-encased nuggets with the other, Alex felt his body shudder as his orgasm overtook him. Alex's tightly stretched sphincter clamped around Brent's buried cock and drove the boy over the edge.
"Oh god, fuck me harder," Alex breathed as he quivered in delight. Brent raised his ass to meet Alex's downward slide, driving his cock as deeply as possible into his lover's tight ass and he grunted as his cock twitched wildly in Alex's ass.
As if the two were connected at the ass, Joey followed his brother in orgasm, leaning over Josh and kissing him deeply as the first wave of pleasure flooded through him. Josh responded by returning the kiss and letting himself go, dick dancing madly in the tight confines of Joey's ass.
"Oh, Jesus," Josh muttered incoherently as wave after wave of carnal bliss wracked his young body. "I ain't never fuckin' Eric again. He's good, but he can't hold a candle to you, lover."
"I love you, Josh," Joey whispered with a bit of a whimper in his voice.
"I love you, too, sweetie," Josh whispered back as Joey collapsed in a heap on top of him. Josh wrapped his arms around Joey in a loving embrace as the two lads kissed passionately. "I don't ever want to lose you," Josh added as the two lovers separated.
"I feel the same way. Promise you won't leave me, ever."
"I promise."
On the other side of the bed, Brent and Alex looked at each other after hearing what the other two had said to each other and raised their eyebrows in confusion. They disengaged from each other and quickly returned to their own bed where they quietly had their own whispered conversation.
"Brent," Alex started, "I like you a whole lot and you can fuck me anytime you want, but I don't know if I love you."
"Same for me, dude. I mean, that was fuckin' hot doin' it in the same bed with Joey and Josh, but I don't think we really feel the same way they do about each other."
"Do you think that's weird? Especially after what we just did?"
"I don't know. I really like you, too, but I think the love part would be stretchin' it a bit. I guess we'll have to see what happens."
"Yeah, I guess so. Look, we probably oughta run through a shower real quick."
"Good idea. I'd hate to go sleep with crap on my dick."
"I'll help you wash up, okay?" Alex added with an evil smirk.
"You're on, dude," Brent replied with a large grin cutting across his face. The two climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick rinse, giggling madly like the two crazy kids they were.
When the bathroom door closed, Joey lifted his head and asked, "Do you think Alex would be pissed if I didn't have sex with him anymore?"
"I don't know, Joey, he's your brother. But I'm not askin' you to do that."
"I know you're not. I just think if we're both really in love with each other, and I'm pretty sure we are, then we should only have sex with each other. Even though Alex is my brother, I still think I'd feel like I was cheatin' on you if I did it with him."
"That's why I won't do it with Eric again, I don't want you thinkin' I'd rather have him than you. But, if you wanna get off with Alex, I'm cool with it."
"Not gonna happen, lumpy, I'm all yours," Joey cooed as he rolled over and pulled Josh on top of him.
"God, I love you, Joey Allison."
"I love you more, Josh Stone. You up for a shower?"
"I'm up for anything that includes you, sweetie," Josh giggled.
"Then let's go kick those two out of the way," Joey replied, pulling Josh out of bed after sliding out from under him.
"So, Logan, you been screwin' my brothers, haven't you?" T.J. asked.
"You bet I have. And they got some nice asses."
"Good, then you know what you're doin', `cause I want you to screw me."
"I don't know T.J., I don't wanna hurt you, man. You ever had a dick up your butt?"
"Not a dick, no, but dad used his finger inside me once and that felt really good. Your dick ain't much bigger, so it shouldn't hurt none."
"Wait, your dad did what? Which one?"
"Oops, shouldn't a said that. Never mind, dude. Just use your finger before you try to stick your dick in me, okay?"
"I know the drill, buddy. I'll be careful, I promise." With that, Logan knelt behind T.J.'s upraised ass, slicked up a finger in his mouth and gently pressed it home. Sensing T.J.'s discomfort, he paused and asked, "You okay, T.J.?"
"Yeah, never better," the youngster grunted through the mild distress he felt. "Keep going, though, dude. It'll feel better soon." Logan dutifully followed T.J.'s instructions and began slowly fucking the younger boy with his finger. T.J. occasionally hissed at the intrusion, but never wavered in his desire to have Logan's dick inside him. After a few minutes of working over the lad with one finger, Logan began working two fingers in and out of T.J., figuring if he could handle two without discomfort, when it came time for his dick to take over, it wouldn't be a problem.
When T.J. started raising his ass on every insertion of two fingers, Logan decided it was finally time for the real thing. While keeping his fingers buried to the hilt in T.J.'s tight hole, Logan got to his knees behind T.J. and crept ever closer. As T.J. pulled away once, Logan removed his fingers, causing the younger lad to gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Logan then deftly slid his straining rock-hard cocklet inside T.J.'s wrinkled rosebud to replace the missing fingers. With his ass promptly refilled with hard meat, T.J. sighed in deep contentment at being full again. He gave in to his desires and allowed the slightly more experienced Logan to take control of their encounter.
"Oh, fuck, your dick is perfect, Logan," T.J. moaned in delight. "You could fuck me all night long."
"I'd love to try, but I don't think I could keep from coming that long."
"Ps-s-s-t," hissed Andy from the other bed. "Is he really fuckin' you, T.J.?"
"Oh, yeah," T.J. breathed in reply.
"Can we watch?" Mike asked.
"Why not?" Logan answered. "But, you better hurry. I may not last long. T.J.'s hole's a lot tighter than Joey and Alex's." The two youngest joined the others in their bed and took up positions on each side of the two entwined lads so they could witness Logan's stiffness pistoning in and out of T.J.'s hole.
"Wow!" Andy exclaimed, "That's freakin' cool. You really are screwin' him, ain't you?"
"Sh-h-h," T.J. hissed. "I don't want our dads to hear."
"What? You think they ain't screwin' each other right now?" Mike asked.
"They probably are," T.J. answered, "but I don't think they care to hear us doin' it. Oh, Jesus, Logan, fuck me, man."
"Hey, can I suck your dick, T.J.?" Andy asked.
"Oh, please," T.J. begged.
"Wait, what can I do?" Mike asked.
"You can suck on my nuts, if you want," Logan offered. "That always feels good."
Andy promptly crawled under T.J.'s belly and positioned his head so he could take T.J.'s lonely boner into his mouth while Mike slid behind Logan and promptly started lapping at the low-hanging delicacies between Logan's legs. It was crowded under the two bucking broncos, but Andy and Mike managed to accommodate each other while only banging their heads together a few times. Thanks to the motion provided by Logan, T.J. was essentially fucking Andy's mouth and all Andy had to do was lay there and absorb the pummeling. Poor Mike, though, had to constantly move his head to keep Logan's balls firmly encased in his mouth, but it was a challenge he was up for.
After just a few minutes of anal and oral stimulation, T.J. started moaning desperately, "Oh, god, oh fuck, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, fuck me, Logan, fuck me-e-e-e!" T.J. had finally reached the point of sexual bliss and let himself go, dick dancing wildly in Andy's mouth and asshole clamping Logan's cock repeatedly as he came like never before. Logan couldn't hold back any longer as waves of sexual desire coursed through his body and his cock started twitching and jerking in T.J.'s tight ass.
Andy and Mike moved at just the right moment to avoid being smothered when T.J. collapsed onto the bed, completely spent of all strength, and Logan's weight pushing T.J. even deeper into the mattress. After taking a minute to collect his wits, T.J. finally mumbled, "Geez, that was fuckin' amazing. I ain't never felt that good before."
"But what about when we suck your dick?" Mike whined. "I thought you liked it when we did that. Don't that feel good?"
"Oh, I do like it, and it does feel good, but getting' fucked feels even better. I can see why Joey and Alex are always doing it."
"I'm with T.J. on this one, guys," Logan agreed. "Gettin' sucked is good, but bein' fucked is even better."
"Well, I wanna get fucked and find out," Andy demanded.
"Sorry, little dude, but I'm too pooped to pop again," Logan responded. "Besides, small as my dick is, it'd probably hurt you."
"We don't need you, Mike can fuck me, and I can fuck him."
"Give it a shot, guys, but I think you'll find your dicks are too short to do much of anything," T.J. offered.
Andy laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his ass to Mike. "Go on, then, try it." Mike followed Andy's instructions as try as he might, he couldn't push even the head of his one-and-a-half-inch pecker inside Andy, leaving both boys dejected. "C'mon, let me try to fuck you, Mike."
"You can try, but your dick's even shorter than mine. It ain't gonna happen."
"At least let me try," Andy pleaded. Seeing no way out, Mike assumed the same position and let Andy attempt to penetrate his virgin hole. After a minute with no better success, Andy suddenly froze.
"What's wrong Andy," Mike asked.
"I think I broke my dick," Andy whimpered in fear.
"What're you talking about, bonehead?" T.J. asked. "You can't break a dick, there ain't no bones in it."
"I don't know, but somethin don't feel right. Quick, somebody turn on the light, so I can make sure." Mike felt his way through the dark room to the door, flipped the switch to bring some illumination to the situation and then ran back to the bed to see what the problem was. By the time he got back and had jumped up on the bed, Andy was flat on his back and holding his hands over his crotch, afraid to actually see what had happened to his most private and prized body part.
"C'mon, dude, you gotta move your hands so we can see what's up," T.J. cajoled the scared lad.
"I don't wanna. What if it falls off?" Andy whined.
"It ain't gonna fall off, ya' dingleberry," Logan offered. "We all seen it before, anyway, so get your dang hands outta the way."
"Look, Andy, Mike and I have been helping you with your problem for several weeks now, we know what your dick looks like. If anyone can tell if there's something wrong, it'll be us."
"Yeah, okay, I guess so. Just please don't let it fall off." With that, he pulled his hands out of the way so the other three could examine the stiff one-inch member. After a quick glance at the situation, T.J. began to chuckle, followed by Mike and Logan joining him in laughter. "Hey, this shit ain't funny. What's goin' on!?" Andy whined.
"You're fine, dude," T.J. answered with a giggle, "Your skin just slipped back past your head for the first time."
"What!? Really? Woo-hoo! I didn't think that was ever gonna happen. I gotta show our dads," he added as jumped off the bed and ran for the door.
"Whoa, bucko," T.J. called to the running boy. "The last thing Dad wants to see at midnight is your skinless dickhead." But he was too late as Andy was already out the door and halfway across the living room.
I extracted my tongue from Tom's mouth and whispered in Tom's ear, "Um, I think we have company, hon."
Tom lifted his head to look over my shoulder and he spied a sad and pathetic looking Eric standing behind me. "Uh, what's up, Eric? We're a little busy in here."
"Yeah, I know," the young man sadly replied. "And judging by the noises coming from the other bedrooms, everybody else is fuckin' busy, too. Everybody but me, that is. I'm feeling awful lonely on the couch by myself," he added with a pout.
Tom looked back to me and raised his eyebrows in question. I gave a little shrug of my shoulders as if to say `whatever'. The next thing I knew, the big guy had moved to create some space between us and Eric promptly climbed over me to fill that gap, his stiff five inches aimed directly at his nose.
I asked, "You sure about this, Eric? I don't want you doing something you don't want to."
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure, Mr. Sanders. I damn near came in my pants when Stella sat in my lap and I need to get off. Besides, you guys are hot as hell." As the young man said all this, he'd reached down and wrapped a hand around each of our leaking cocks.
"Okay, Eric, it's your decision," I moaned as he started to stroke me. "But, first, we're Max and Tom, okay. Second, we won't do anything you don't ask for and we especially won't do anything that will hurt you. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. Dad's got the same ones."
"We'll do anything you want," Tom answered. "But I'm not too sure you want either of us to actually penetrate you."
"Why not? Max's dick is smaller than dad's and you're not much bigger than he is. If I can take him up my ass, I can handle you, too."
"Uh, Eric, your dad led me to believe you were straight."
"Big deal. Besides, I ain't got no girl I can fuck whenever I want. And after the last week or so with Josh and Dad, I think I might be bisexual. I mean, I really want a girlfriend, but I've found out I like to suck dicks and get fucked, too. There ain't nothin' wrong with that, is there?"
"Not at all. So, you're in charge tonight, what would like to have happen?"
"Promise you won't think I'm sick?" Eric nervously asked.
"We promise, buddy," Tom answered. "Your wish is our pleasure."
"Well, I wanna be licked from head to toe. I love it when Josh sucks on my tits, it fuckin' drives me crazy. I wanna find out what other spots can feel like that."
"I think I know a spot or two Josh may not know about, what about you, Tom?"
"I could be persuaded to test a few locations, see what happens," he answered with an evil grin.
"Hot damn!" Eric crowed. "Where do you wanna start?"
"Why don't you roll over on your stomach and we'll start on the back side?" I suggested. In two seconds, Eric had rolled over and spread his arms and legs wide to give us unfettered access to all the luscious parts of his supple body. The only thing we would miss during the first part of this experiment would be the scrumptious view of his hardness, but I believed we would make up for that when it was time for us to test his front side.
We began working on his toes and feet, causing him to giggle uncontrollably as we lovingly tested each tender spot. We slowly moved up his calves to the back of his knees where we took a short break to wet our whistles with some ice water. When our frigid tongues met the back of his thighs for the first time, Eric squealed in surprised delight, but the chill didn't last very long as the heat emanating from the young man's body quickly warmed our mouths. When we reached the junction of his thighs to the smooth globes of his perfect ass, we skipped that area for the moment and moved up to his waist, proceeding on up the squirming boy's back to his shoulders. After a thorough investigation of his neck and ears, we moved on down his arms to his fingertips, leaving no square inch of skin dry in the process.
"Okay, time to roll over, Eric," I teased the boy.
"No it ain't, you missed a spot," Eric demanded.
"I didn't miss anything, did you, Max," Tom asked in innocence.
"Not me, hon, must've been you," I retorted sarcastically.
"You both missed my ass and you know it," Eric demanded.
"Well, how could we have been so remiss in our duties," I kidded. "I think we should immediately correct that oversight."
With that, we returned our mouths to the beautiful, pale globes of Eric's ass. As I licked every spot I could reach without banging our heads together, I also gently massaged my half of Eric's taut ass and Tom was following my example. Each time my hand slipped between the lad's legs, my fingertips would lightly brush his hairless scrotum, causing Eric's body to jerk uncontrollably. Soon enough, Tom took the middle road and spread those luscious mounds of flesh before slipping his tongue through Eric's rear cleft from his lower back all the way to the glorious orbs swaddled in their bag of wrinkled flesh. Tom then took a deep breath and returned his tongue and attention to the puckered rosebud in the middle of Eric's supple form. The sudden intake of air through Eric's tightly pursed lips let us know the prostrate boy was still alive.
After Tom ended his oral assault on Eric's tight orifice, I smacked his ass and whispered, "Now, turn over, boy, time for the front."
"I can't, I'm too limp. Help me, please," he begged. Working together, we got the limp noodle rolled over and repositioned. You couldn't help but notice the large wet spot on the young man's pubis from his copious leaking, but we weren't in any position to complain, as both of us had also left rather large wet spots on the sheets and ourselves. We wasted no time in starting at the bottom and working our way to the top again, attacking his toes with relish. By the time we reached Eric's hips, he was writhing with anticipation and arching his back with lust. As before, though, we skipped the stiff morsel that was the prize we were trying to win and moved on up Eric's torso.
His nipples were already erect when we reached them, but that didn't put a damper on the attention we lavished on those quarter-sized nubbins. I flicked my tongue over his nipple several times and the boy moaned in desire with each contact. Moving on, we attacked his face, occasionally slipping our tongues between his sweet lips, and then moved on to his ears again before continuing to his armpits, then down his arms to his fingertips. That left us just one spot to test and Eric was aching with wanton desire for the assault on his most private of body parts to begin. Since I'd had the distinct pleasure of masturbating Eric previously, I signaled Tom he was tonight's winner and it was time for him to claim his prize.
We both took a large gulp of ice water again before I moved between Eric's widespread legs so I could taste the walnut-sized orbs that hung loosely there while Tom positioned himself over Eric's dripping cock. I dove between the boy's thighs and swallowed both nuggets in one gulp just as Tom lowered his head and engulfed the engorged shaft of hot, throbbing teen meat that was jutting obscenely from Eric's groin. The young man arched his back so furiously, I'm surprised Tom didn't receive a broken nose as Eric tried to bury his cock as deeply in Tom's mouth as possible.
With all the torture we had already put the lad through, Eric was thrashing wildly as he tried not to come, hoping to extend this moment for as long as absolutely possible. And he succeeded for a bit. Right up to the point where I inserted an index finger into his ass and stroked his prostate. Without warning, Eric's ass clamped my finger tightly and I felt his balls retreat as he exploded into Tom's waiting mouth. With every clamping of my finger, I could feel his overloaded nuts pump another load of young teen spunk into Tom's mouth and down his throat. After seven violent shots, Eric finally started to taper off and when Tom released his cock, it was still oozing semen onto his belly.
I released his balls from my mouth and greedily lapped up the overflow. Nothing in this world can properly prepare you for your first taste of a young teen's semen and I was in heaven. Thoroughly spent and exhausted, Eric collapsed back onto the bed, eyes rolled back in his head as he began his slow recovery.
As body and mind slowly returned to normal, Eric sputtered, "Oh, Jesus, that was freakin' unreal!"
At that moment, Andy came running into the room, squealing with joy as he jumped up on the bed. He stood proudly before us, put his hands on his hips and pushed them forward, shoving his groin into our faces while crowing, "Dads, dads, look at my dick!"
"Whoa, Andy, calm down," Tom said as he grabbed the bouncing wild monkey and held him still. "Don't step on Eric."
"Oops, sorry, dude," the youngster apologized. "Didn't see you. But look at my dick, it's all better." The three of us intently examined Andy's small penis and it was evident what was causing his jubilation. His foreskin had retracted behind his glans and he was over the moon with giddiness.
"Well," I intoned, "it looks like T.J. and Mike have been able to help you out, haven't they?"
"It doesn't hurt, does it, Andy?" Tom asked with concern.
"Nah, it didn't hurt a bit, it just felt different and I thought I broke it somehow. But when we looked, it was like this. Ain't that cool?"
"Very cool, young man. Have you tried to move your skin back to its normal position?"
"No, I'm afraid to. You do it."
"Okay, here goes." I gently grasped the stiff member between my thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled the skin forward. And just as nature intended, it slipped smoothly back over the glans, hiding that precious purple helmet from view. "Works like a dream, Andy," I added. "You'll probably want the others to keep stretching it, though, just to make sure the skin doesn't tighten back up."
"I will, don't worry. Besides, they like playin' with my dick just as much I do." Having finally calmed down a bit, Andy looked around at the three of us as asked, "So, what y'all doin'? I thought Eric was sleepin' on the couch tonight."
"Well, turns out there's a bad spring in the couch and it was poking Eric in the back, so he asked if he could sleep with us," Tom answered.
"Yeah, right," Andy coughed in disbelief.
"Look, you," I interjected, "You're supposed to be asleep. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, so scoot."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm goin'. I know when I'm not wanted," Andy pouted sullenly as he turned to leave.
"Come here, you little stinker." Andy took two steps back over to me and I wrapped him in a bear hug. When I was done squeezing the boy, I leaned back and said, "We love you with all our hearts and want you in our lives, young man, don't you ever forget that." I finally released him and guided him into Tom's outstretched arms.
Tom followed suit with a big hug for our youngest followed by a sloppy wet kiss on the forehead. "Now, move along and get some sleep, buddy," he said with a light smack on his behind.
Before crawling off the bed, Andy pulled both of us into another hug, one arm wrapped around each of our necks. "I love you guys, too, you're the bestest dads ever." After releasing us he jumped on top of Eric's prone figure and gave him a hug, too. "Sorry for bargin' in and interruptin' your fun," he whispered to the surprised young man. "Don't keep `em up too long, okay?"
"I won't, little dude, promise," Eric answered with a sly grin. "Sleep tight." With that, Andy scooted off the bed and returned to his bedroom where Logan, T.J. and Mike waited. As soon as we heard the bedroom door on the other side of the living room close, Eric turned his eyes back to us and added, "I think I owe you dudes a little somethin' for torturin' me the way you did."
"No, you don't, Eric. Besides, I distinctly recall you asking to be tortured," Tom answered.
"Whatever," he huffed. "I ain't leavin' you two high and dry after that experience." Eric promptly rolled over, got up on his hands and knees and added, "C'mon, Max, I want your cock in my ass. And Tom, get over here, I wanna suck that monster cock of yours." With neither of us willing to take a pass on a willing ass or mouth, we assumed our positions and began to fuck Eric from both ends.
"So, what'd the dads say about your foreskin?" T.J. asked after Andy closed the door.
"They thought it was cool and that you and Mike done good helpin' me."
"Were they asleep?" Mike asked.
"Not by a long shot. You ain't gonna believe this. Eric was in bed with `em and it looked like they'd been busy. I mean, all three had boners and Eric was pink from head to toe, like he'd just, you know."
"Like he just came?" Logan asked.
"Well, yeah. It was kinda weird, but it was hot, too. I know Dad and Pops screw each other, but I don't know why Eric was there with them."
"He was probably just horny like the rest of us," Mike offered.
"Oh, I bet it was more than that," T.J. grinned. "Oops, shouldn't a said that."
"What are you talkin' `bout, bonehead?" Mike quizzed the chagrined youngster.
"I can't say no more. Our dads'll be really pissed off."
"C'mon, T.J., don't clam up on us now. Spill your guts, bubba," Andy demanded as he grabbed T.J.'s scrotum and gave a little squeeze.
"Oo-o-mph, let go, ya' jerk," T.J. squeaked. As Andy loosened his grip, T.J. added, "Geez, asshole, ya' didn't have to try to rip my nuts off."
"I didn't, you big baby. Now, watchu talkin' `bout?"
"I think I know," Logan ventured. With all eyes intently focused on him, Logan added, "I think your dads like boys." Andy and Mike looked confused while surprise flashed on T.J.'s face.
"Shut up, Logan," T.J. hissed. "I told Dad I wouldn't say nothin'."
"You didn't, I did. And it was just a guess, but I see I'm right."
"Damn it," T.J. moaned in defeat.
"What's he sayin', T.J.," Mike asked, looking to his brother to help clear his confusion.
"Fine, I'll tell ya', but you gotta keep your mouths shut, you hear? And I ain't sayin' nothin' `til you let go of my nuts, Andy." When Andy finally released T.J.'s scrotum, he continued, "You remember when we talked about men who like men and all that shit." After quick nods from Mike and Andy, "Well, our dads also like boys. I mean, really like boys."
"You mean they, like, wanna fuck us and shit?" Andy asked.
"No, they won't fuck us `cause they won't ever do anything that will hurt us. But they will suck you, maybe put a finger up your butt, or let you suck them. But you have to ask them for it."
"Have they done that stuff with you?" Mike begged.
"Yeah, that one night I slept with them and told you I was scared."
"Was it fun?" Logan wanted to know.
"Oh, it was great. They were so loving and sweet. We couldn't ask for better dads. They really do love us."
"So, do you think they're doin' that shit with Eric right now?" Andy asked.
"Who knows?" T.J. replied. "They wouldn't be if Eric didn't ask `em for it, though."
"I wanna find out," Andy muttered as he climbed off the bed and headed for the door.
"Andy, get your ass back here," T.J. hissed. "We can't go peepin' and invadin' their privacy."
"Why not," Andy pouted. "They stand there and watch us do that crap all the time when we're goin' to bed. That's why they always have boners when they tell us goodnight, isn't it? `Cause watchin' us get `em horny."
"He's right," Mike agreed, "They do. And if they can do it to us, we can do it to them," he added as he crawled off the bed and joined Andy at the door.
"Fine, go, but I ain't gettin' my ass beat for bein' a nosy little shit." Logan had moved off the bed and was on his way across the room, also. "Where do you think you're goin'?"
"Hey, if they're lookin', so am I."
"Y'all are gonna get us in so much trouble."
"Oh, c'mon, dude. A little peek, that's it," Andy badgered.
"Fine, but keep your mouths shut."
With Andy leading the way, the four slunk across the dark living room and stopped outside the door to the master bedroom. Just before Andy's hand touched the knob, Mike whispered, "Should we get the others?"
"Hell, no," T.J. whispered back. "Just take your peek and let's get back to bed."
Without any more hesitation, Andy quietly turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. The boys got an eyeful when they found Tom flat on his back, Eric's head bobbing up and down on his cock, and Max was gently sliding his cock in and out of Eric's ass. After watching the action for a bit, the four turned as one and returned to their own bedroom and climbed in their beds.
"Holy shit," Logan exclaimed. "I wouldn't have believed that if I didn't see it myself."
"I thought you said they wouldn't fuck us. If they won't, why's Dad fuckin' Eric?" Andy asked.
"They won't," T.J. replied. "Like I said, Eric had to tell them he wanted it or Dad wouldn't be doin' it. But since Eric's bigger than us, maybe it don't hurt him like it would us."
"Damn it, my dick's hard again," Mike complained. "I can't go to sleep with a boner."
"I'll fix it for ya', Mike," Logan offered while licking his lips. "C'mere you little bugger," he added, patting the mattress. Mike jumped from bed to bed and stretched out for Logan to do as he promised. Not to be left out, T.J. took Logan's stiff member into his mouth while Andy swallowed T.J.'s pecker and Mike began gobbling on Andy's. The four tumescent tots spent considerable time pleasuring each other before finally curling up together and falling asleep, spent, but extremely happy.
"Ow! Careful with the teeth there, Eric," Tom winced.
Pulling his mouth off Tom's cock, Eric answered with, "Sorry, Tom, my bad," before swallowing half of the stiff member again.
"S'okay, buddy."
I continued to bury my cock in Eric's tight ass, relishing every moment my bare pubis met his smooth behind. Eric was deeply committed to giving us maximum pleasure as he struggled to swallow Tom's engorged meat while raising his ass on my every stroke to let me fully penetrate him. It became quite obvious this was not the boy's first time for either action. I reached around his slender torso and wrapped a hand around his dripping five-inch cock, spreading the natural lubricant from the tip of his glans all the way to the base of his snug, wrinkled scrotum. I continued to stroke his beautiful cock, making good use of the now free-flowing pre-cum.
After what seemed to be a lifetime, but was actually way too soon for any of us, Tom started to groan, "Oh, fuck, Eric, I'm gonna ..., oh god, look out, buddy."
That was all he was able to say before he flooded Eric's mouth with his semen. Eric did everything he could to swallow the load and only a little bit dribbled back out past his lips. As he continued to work on cleaning Tom's softening cock, Eric started bucking his hips as his sphincter snugly entrapped my cock and he started filling my hand with his own thin offering. The contractions from Eric's orgasm pushed me over the edge and I began filling the boy's young ass with my load. When all three of us were completely spent, Eric and I fairly collapsed onto Tom and the bed.
Eric, thanks to the rejuvenation capabilities of his youth, was the first to find his voice. "Oh, man, fuck me runnin'. That was heaven on earth, you two. Thanks for the night of my life. So far, anyway. I hope we can do it again, sometime."
"It was for us, too, Eric," Tom exhaled.
"I sure wouldn't say no to a round two," I muttered as my wilting cock retreated from Eric's tender body. "But I think we could all use another quick shower before we try to get some sleep."
The three of us crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. While Eric used the toilet, Tom turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to a comfortable setting. With the water just right, we climbed in and proceeded to clean the sweat and stench of sex from each other. Using the separate shower head on a hose, I had Eric bend over so I could help clean him out so he wouldn't leak semen on the bed overnight. That was a new experience for him, but one he seemed to enjoy as he giggled the entire time.
With all three of us clean inside and out, from head to toe, we dried each other and headed back to the bed where we curled up together for a good night's sleep with Eric the meat in our sandwich. As we crossed the bedroom, I noticed the door was open, but in my tired mind, I just assumed Andy had neglected to close it when he went back to bed earlier. I gave the open portal no more thought as I nuzzled the back of Eric's head with my nose and fell into a deep and contented sleep. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family Chapter 66</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Hlk503282182"></a><a name="_Hlk501369123"></a><a name="_Toc503519436"><span>Chapter 66 � Look Out
Chicago</span></a></h2>
<p><span>"Oh,
right, I did. Well, I guess if y'all wanna eat supper with the two of us, you
better plant your butts in a seat and buckle up because ... we're eating in
Chicago tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>Eighteen
eyes lit up like camera flashes as the boys suddenly realized what was
happening.</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
was the first to find his voice. "Wait a minute, you've got a freakin' jet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
Alex, <i>we've</i> got a freakin' jet," I replied with a smile. After that,
the questions were flying faster than any human could understand or have a hope
to answer. I let them run for about a minute before finally holding up my
hands in surrender. "Okay, let me hit the highlights really quick; yes, it's
our plane; yes, we're going to Chicago for supper <i>and</i> the weekend; no,
we won't be doing any barrel rolls or loops; yes, we can fly just about
anywhere in the country without stopping; no, we can't go Mach 5; yes, I have a
place in Chicago, along with Los Angeles, Orlando and Colorado Springs. Have I
missed any important ones?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can think of one," Andy answered seriously, "Who's flyin' this thing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, forgot about that one. That would be me, Andy."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
way," Mike scoffed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Way,
buddy. Now if you'll all take a seat and buckle in, we can get this bucket of
bolts in the air. Tom is sitting by the door, Joey, Josh, why don't you take
the back two seats, Alex and Brent, the middle two, Eric, you take the seat
opposite Tom and Mike, Andy and Logan, you guys get the small couch. You'll
have to put the armrest up, though. Now, did I miss anybody."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
about me, Dad," T.J. asked. "Where am I supposed to sit?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
right, T.J. The only other spot open, I guess, is the stool that's behind that
partition," I answered while pointing towards the rear of the cabin. "It's not
the most comfortable seat in the world, and if someone has to pee, you'll have
to move, but there <i>is</i> a seatbelt." Tom was rolling his eyes at me for
torturing the lad in this manner, but the other boys were loving every second
of it and laughing their butts off.</span></p>
<p><span>"What!?
You expect me to sit on the crapper the whole time? No way, man, not gonna
happen. I'd rather sit on the floor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
son, that's not allowed. Especially for takeoff or landing. You have to be
belted in a seat. Hmm, how can we handle this?" I paused for a moment,
tapping my chin and looking at the ceiling, acting as if I was in deep thought
before carrying on. "Oh, wait, T.J., I just remembered, there is one other
seat available, but I don't know if you'll like it very much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Anywhere
but the stool, Dad. Hell, I'll sit on the roof if it gets me to Chicago."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
the roof's not an option, I left my tie-down straps at home. Besides, I think that
might get just a bit too chilly for you," I deadpanned. I knelt in front T.J.,
looked into his eyes and added, "Tell you what, go through the curtain behind
me and you can have the seat on the right, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Cool,
dad, thanks," T.J. sighed with relief. He moved around me and in three steps
was at the opening to the cockpit. After pulling the curtain to the side, he
stopped dead in his tracks, goggled at all the electronics, then turned back
around and stammered, "Uh, D-d-a-a-d, th-th-that's the c-c-cockp-p-it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know," I replied with a wide grin. "Take the right seat and strap in. I
gotta close the door before we takeoff." T.J. took a step and leapt into my
arms, wrapping his arms around my neck and almost knocking both of us to the
floor.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
you're the coolest Dad ever," he squeaked into my ear.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
earned it, buddy," I whispered back, "now go get settled." The happiest boy in
the world turned back around, stepped proudly into the cockpit and took his
assigned seat. I closed the cabin door and checked everyone to make sure they
were buckled in and comfortable before joining T.J. in the cockpit and checking
to make sure he was properly strapped in, as well. I then settled into the
left seat and strapped myself in place. I handed the second headset to T.J.
with the following instructions, "You can wear this and listen to everything on
the radio with me, but you can't say anything when I'm talking to someone,
understood?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir," he agreed as he put the headset on and adjusted it to fit his small
cranium.</span></p>
<p><span>I
pulled out my reference book and, while explaining everything I was doing to
T.J., started following all the checklists printed within. After entering our
destination airport into the flight computer, along with the waypoints along our
route, I lit off the first engine. Once it was running smoothly and all its indicators
were in the green, it was time to start the second engine. It took only a few
minutes for both to be running smoothly and we were ready to roll. I contacted
the tower to get my taxi instructions, then taxied to the end of runway 4. After
checking with the tower again and receiving my clearance for takeoff, I yelled
to the back, "Y'all ready to get outta town!?" With everyone in loud and
boisterous agreement, and after checking outside for other traffic, I eased off
the brake and allowed the plane to roll from the taxiway onto the runway. </span></p>
<p><span>Once
I was correctly aligned, I reapplied the brakes and came to a full stop. After
one last check of the systems and indicators to verify everything was a go, I
eased the throttles forward to about 95% thrust and allowed the engines to
spool up to full song before releasing the brakes. The initial roll was pretty
slow, but we quickly gained speed and sooner than everyone else expected we'd
reached our rotate speed of 92 knots. I gently pulled the yoke towards me and
we left planet earth below us, aimed for the sun-drenched heavens.</span></p>
<p><span>I
retracted the landing gear and flaps, then climbed to our initial altitude of
5,000 feet and leveled off briefly before being released from Springfield's
airspace and being allowed to climb to our cruising altitude of 35,500 feet. Once
at our assigned cruise altitude, I retarded the throttles to the most efficient
setting to maintain our flight level. After we were settled in and cutting
across the sky at 435 knots, I pressed the button on the yoke that would allow
me to talk to T.J. and asked, "So, what do you think, buddy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
this is so cool, Dad. It's almost like playing a video game with all these
screens up here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
yeah, in some respects it is," I laughed. "Hey, you wanna do me a favor?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Anything,
just name it," the youngster enthused.</span></p>
<p><span>"Unstrap
and grab me a Pepsi from the fridge. Flying always dries out my mouth and
throat. Make sure you don't bump anything on the way out. Then, let everyone
else know they can get one, too. There should be an assortment of drinks in
there and some munchies in the drawers next to it."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, Dad. Be right back."</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
undid his harness, then carefully climbed out of his seat and headed back into
the main cabin. He soon returned, handing me a can of soda over my shoulder,
which I gratefully accepted. "Thanks, kiddo. Before you strap yourself back
in, let the others know they can come up here, one at a time, to take a look.
And check on Pops to make sure he's doing okay. He doesn't much like flying."</span></p>
<p><span>"On
my way." T.J. put his drink can in the cupholder by his seat, then turned and
went back to tell the others the good news, but not before checking on Tom. </span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
Pops, how ya' doin'?" T.J. asked after kneeling in front of the big guy.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
I think," he answered nervously. "I'm still alive, anyway, though I didn't
much like the takeoff."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry, man, Dad's got a handle on everything. He really does know how to fly."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope to hell he does. Thanks for checking on me, T.J. You better get back in
your seat now."</span></p>
<p><span>"In
a minute, Pops, I gotta tell these other bozos somethin'," T.J. replied with a
grin. He stood back up and let go a loud whistle to get the other boys'
attention. After all eyes were focused on him, he said, "Listen up,
munchkins. Dad says you can all come up front and take a look, but you can't
touch anything. And leave your drinks here. He doesn't want anything spilled
up there." As all eight stood up and started forward, T.J. held up his hands
and added, "One at a time, ya' boneheads. Geez. That's a tiny space up there
and y'all ain't gonna fit in it at the same time. You need to take turns, from
youngest to oldest."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
what about us?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we're twins, remember?" Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
two might be twins, but one of you is still older than the other, even if it's by
just a few minutes. So, figure it out. Mike, Andy, which of you gets to go
first?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know," Mike answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we're both six," Andy added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
when's your birthdays?"</span></p>
<p><span>"August,"
Andy answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"May
for me," Mike replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
Mike's older, so Andy gets to come up first. C'mon on, dude, you're gonna love
this," T.J. said, extending a hand to help Andy up. "Let me get back in my
seat, then you can come in, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
T.J." The two made their way to the cockpit and after T.J. had resettled in
his seat, Andy stepped in and stood behind T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow!
This is cool, Dad. How do you know what everything does?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Practice,
Andy, lots and lots of practice." I spent a few minutes describing the various
screens of the Rockwell Collins Pro Line 21 avionics suite and the plane's
other controls to Andy. When I turned around to ask if he had any questions,
he looked like his head was about to explode. "Guess that was a little too
much, huh?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
yeah. How long did it take you to learn all this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Three
to four weeks of intense training, buddy. And I do refresher courses every so
often just to make sure I haven't forgotten anything."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
can we really go anywhere we want any time we want?" Andy asked with a gleam of
hope in his eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
about, yeah. We just need to plan things ahead a bit to make sure the plane's
ready and we have somewhere to stay."</span></p>
<p><span>"Swe-e-e-t!"
he squealed with delight. "When can we go to Disney World?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Maybe
this summer. We'll have to see how things work out. Now, why don't you scoot
on out of here and let one of the others take their turn."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, Dad. Thanks for letting me watch, this is really cool."</span></p>
<p><span>As
Andy turned to take his seat again, T.J. stopped him and said, "Mike's next,
Andy, send him on up." With a thumbs up from Andy, he returned to his seat and
sent Mike in.</span></p>
<p><span>While
we waited for our next visitor to appear, I asked T.J. about his late exchange
with Andy, "What was that all about?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
just told `em to go from youngest to oldest, that way there wouldn't be any
fighting about who was next," T.J. replied with a smile. "It seemed the
logical thing to do."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
thinking, son."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I thought so," the munchkin replied with a grin.</span></p>
<p><span>We
spent the next half hour of our flight with visitors from the main cabin. With
every one of them, I gave the same basic explanation of the electronics and
controls, answering questions as they were asked. Alex, obtuse thinker that he
is, was the only one who asked a question that had nothing to do with the
plane.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
why does T.J. get to sit up here with you and not any of us?" he quizzed me
with a bit of an edge to his voice.</span></p>
<p><span>My
response to his inquiry was straight to the point. "Because T.J. helped save a
young man's life this week and he earned the privilege. Someday, you'll earn
that privilege for yourself."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
Dad, you're right." He then turned to T.J. and added, "Sorry, dude. You did a
good thing with Rich. And you proved the point that our group is important. Thanks
to you, the school will probably let us keep meeting. Have fun up here with
Dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, Alex, thanks." With that, Alex returned to his seat without any further
complaint.</span></p>
<p><span>By
the time all the visits from the boys were completed, we'd been handed off to
the O'Hare tower and it was time to begin our descent. O'Hare's controller
would guide us around Chicago and through their traffic until it was time for
Chicago Executive to take over for our final approach. Ten minutes after my
first contact with O'Hare, it was Executive's turn. T.J. was listening
intently to every transmission, helping me keep track of speeds and altitudes
as we made our descent. Once we turned onto our final approach, I extended the
flaps and landing gear. With the three gear indicators displaying locked, I
knew we were finally ready to come back down to earth.</span></p>
<p><span>After
turning from my assigned base leg onto our final approach, I was lined up
perfectly for runway 16 and with no crosswind to speak of, the landing was a
breeze. I allowed the pane to float over the apron and managed to have the
main gear gently touchdown right on the runway numbers. I slowly lowered the
nose until we were firmly reattached to terra firma. Following directions from
the tower, I turned off the runway and aimed the plane for the FBO I'd
selected. As we approached their building, I was guided to a parking spot on
the tarmac by one of the linesmen. Once in the proper location, I pulled out
my reference book and began running through the after landing checklists,
ensuring everything was secured and properly shut down.</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
had already removed his restraints and was standing in the opening to the cabin
when I finally extricated myself from my own seat. God, I needed a good stretch,
but that was going to have to wait until I was off the plane and could actually
stand up straight. I opened the cabin door and unfolded the steps, allowing
the late afternoon sun to stream through the opening. </span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
guys, we're here. Form a line and head on out. This airport's a lot busier
than Springfield, so I want you to line up in front of the wing until Tom and I
are outside with you. Got it?" With nods of understanding from all, I had
T.J. lead the parade outside. Once they were gone, I knelt in front of Tom and
asked, "You okay, big guy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know," he muttered in response. "Are we on the ground yet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
either we are, or the boys jumped and didn't leave us a parachute. C'mon, open
your eyes and relax your grip on the armrest. You can't take the seat with
you." He cracked one eye open and seeing we were alone, slowly peeled open the
second one.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
thank you, Jesus!" he exhaled. "I guess T.J. was right and you really do know
how to fly."</span></p>
<p><span>"Got
a license and everything, bubba," I chuckled as I patted his meaty thigh.
"C'mon, the boys are waiting outside to see how much damage they can do to this
town in the next couple days." Tom unbuckled himself and stood shakily. With
my help, he managed to get down the few steps to the ground without falling. I
had Eric come over and help guide Tom to the rest of the herd while I stepped
into the cockpit one last time to switch off the battery.</span></p>
<p><span>After
finally joining the rest of the crew on the ground, I closed and locked the
cabin door. I quickly checked to ensure the FBO employees had chocked the
wheels and was happy to see they had done so. One of the guys who was helping
to tie the plane down stepped over and introduced himself.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon, my name's Marty. You must be Mr. Sanders. Welcome to Chicago,
sir. Hope you had a good flight."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
couldn't have asked for better, Marty, thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
can we do for you besides a parking spot for a few days?" Marty asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
would be a good idea to go ahead and refuel, of course, then if someone would
check inside for trash, I'd appreciate it. I think the boys got it all, but
you never know. Then Sunday afternoon before we leave, if you guys could
restock the fridge with drinks and some snack bars or something, the plane will
be ready for takeoff when we come back."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, sir. We'll be happy to take care of you. Just leave your key inside
when you head out, and we'll make sure you're ready to roll when you come
back. Enjoy your visit to the Windy City."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
will, Marty. Thanks." I turned to the group waiting patiently in front of the
wing and said, "Okay, let's get our bags and hit the road." I led the way to
the baggage compartment and after unlocking the door, began handing bags out to
everyone. Since mine was the first in, it was the last out. After retrieving
it, I relocked the compartment and we headed inside the FBO. I checked in at
the counter and left my key, then led the group outside where our ride was
waiting for us. Our `ride' turned out to be a stretched Ford Expedition and
the driver was standing by the passenger door waiting for us. When he saw us
heading his way, he stepped over to greet us.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon. Mr. Sanders and entourage, I assume. Welcome to Chicago. My name
is Tony and I'm going to be your driver for the next few days."</span></p>
<p><span>"Afternoon,
Tony, I'm Max Sanders and this is Tom Wright. The rest of the gaggle are our
sons and a few of their friends. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir. Got here just about ten minutes ago. Why don't we get your bags in the
back and we can get rolling?" We followed Tony to the back of the extra-long
vehicle and tossed our bags in. Once properly stowed, we followed Tony back to
the passenger door and, after he opened the door, the boys led the parade
inside, all of them oohing and aahing at the interior of our ride. Just before
I climbed in, Tony caught my attention and said, "I know we're going to end up
at your condo in Oak Park, Mr. Sanders, but I assume you're going to want to
eat before we get there. Any particular restaurant you had in mind?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
Ed Debevic's. You know the place?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. It's my home away from home, sir. Your boys are going to love it, too.
Hop in and we'll get this show on the road." I climbed inside the monstrous
vehicle and Tony closed the door behind me.</span></p>
<p><span>As
we started moving, Joey commented, "We need to get one of these for home, Dad.
We could take all our friends with us everywhere we go."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
happy with the Flex, Joey. Besides, I don't think this tank would even fit in
the storage building."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
bet it would if you got rid of the cars that were already in there," Alex
offered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Bite
your tongue, goofball. I'm not getting rid of a Corvette and a Ferrari to make
room for <i>this</i>."</span></p>
<p><span>"Where
we goin' to eat, Mr. Sanders?" Eric asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"A
wild and fun 50's-style diner called Ed Debevic's, close to downtown. I think
you guys'll like it."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
where're are we stayin'?" Josh asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
have a three-bedroom condo out in Oak Park, complete with a private pool."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
can we go swimmin' later?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
welcome to try," I chuckled, "but you probably won't like it too much. It's
not heated or covered since I'm not up here enough to justify the expense."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
man, talk about shrinkage," Eric giggled. "That water's probably cold enough
to make Tom look like Andy." All the boys laughed at that comment since they
knew exactly what Eric was talking about.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you said we got three bedrooms, Dad, but what kinda beds you got there?"
Mike asked. "There's nine of us and two of you. Who's gonna sleep where?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
the Master Bedroom has a king-sized bed and that's where Pops and I will be, of
course. The other two bedrooms have two queen-sized beds each. So, I was
thinking Joey and Josh along with Alex and Brent would use one of the bedrooms.
Then, Mike and Andy with Logan and T.J. can use the other bedroom. Then
there's the sofa in the living room that folds out into a bed and I figured
Eric could use it."</span></p>
<p><span>I
watched the boys as I gave them my thoughts on the sleeping arrangements for
the next two nights. Brent and Alex immediately started whispering to each
other and Josh and Joey leaned in close together and shared a little kiss.
Eric was the one who had the most interesting reaction as he frowned deeply and
shook his head in disgust.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
promise, Eric, it's pretty decent as far as sofa beds go. None of my other
guests has ever complained about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we'll see. Guess if I don't like it, I can always sleep on the damn floor," he
pouted.</span></p>
<p><span>"Would
you like to hop on a train back home so you can sleep in your own bed tonight?"
I asked, a bit peeved at the surly teen.</span></p>
<p><span>"No
way, man. I'm sorry, Mr. Sanders, that was really rude of me and my dad told
me to watch my attitude. I'm sure the couch will be fine."</span></p>
<p><span>During
the remaining forty-five minutes of our ride to the restaurant, the boys kept
up a constant chatter about everything they could see outside the vehicle's windows.
Tom and I relaxed in the back seat of the limo and enjoyed listening to them
and the excitement that seemed to be oozing from every pore of their bodies.
When we finally pulled up at the restaurant, we could see the place was packed.
But, it was early evening on a Friday in Chicago, so that wasn't altogether
unexpected. Tony managed to find a parking spot for the behemoth in which we
were riding, then came around to open the door for us. We let the boys clamber
out first, then extricated ourselves from the back seat to join them on the
sidewalk.</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you going to join us, Tony?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
like to, but I need to stay with the limo to make sure I don't get a ticket or
worse, towed. Parking around here is a nightmare."</span></p>
<p><span>"Would
you like us to order something for you and have it sent out?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
thanks, my wife packed a supper for me and it's waiting in the truck."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
leave it for later," Tom replied. "We'll send out something hot and tasty."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gee,
thanks, appreciate that. Go enjoy yourselves, guys." We turned and headed
inside where we were assaulted by music and all the other noises you'd expect
from a crowded diner.</span></p>
<p><span>A
server was passing by as the door closed behind us and she greeted us with,
"Whoa right there, fellas. Ain't nobody said nothin' `bout a football team
comin' in tonight." The boys enjoyed a good laugh at her comment.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope you have room for us," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure we will, right after I kick summa dese bums out. Y'all just hang right
there, ya' hear me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
rush," I responded. Tom looked at me like I'd lost my mind for picking this crazy
place. I leaned close to him and quietly explained, "It's part of the show
they put on. The servers tend to pick on people and do crazy things, including
dancing and singing along with the music. I thought the kids would have some
fun here since the workers are all acting like kids."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gotcha.
Thanks for givin' me the scoop. I was beginning to really question your
sanity." </span></p>
<p><span>As
we were chatting, the server who'd passed by headed over to a few tables where
people looked to be done eating. "C'mon, ya' lazy bums, we need these tables
for a football team! Make room, will ya'? Go on, get outta here." Properly
chastised, the customers at both tables promptly stood up and headed our
direction. As they got closer and saw the `football team' they gave up their
table for, they began to laugh as they headed out into early dusk. In less
than a minute, the tables were both cleaned off, pushed together and the server
waved us over.</span></p>
<p><span>"Y'all
park your behinds in them chairs and I'll be right back with some menus and
silverware." She dashed off and returned in a flash, handing menus to each of
us, then placing a napkin-wrapped set of silver in front of each of us. "Give them
a gander and let ole Stella know watchu wanna munch on tonight," she added as
she sat in an empty chair and put her feet up in Andy's lap.</span></p>
<p><span>With
the six-year-old perplexed at this development, Andy shot me a look and asked,
"Is she for real?"</span></p>
<p><span>"She
sure is," I answered with a chuckle. "Better find somethin' you want to eat and
tell her what it is."</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
cutie-pie," Stella interjected, "I ain't got all night." Completely flustered
at the attention he was receiving, Andy finally just pointed to something on
the menu. "You got it baby-cakes. Okay who's next?" When nobody immediately
answered, she added, "If'n y'all wanna eat sometime tonight, I'd suggest you
get a move on." We continued around the table telling Stella our selections,
including a dinner for Tony with the request for it be taken to him outside.
When everyone had ordered, Stella put her feet back on the floor, but before getting
up, she leaned over and planted a little kiss on Andy's cheek, further adding
to his flush of embarrassment. "You're such a sweetie, I might have to take you
home with me tonight," she whispered sweetly into his ear, then stood up and
headed for the kitchen.</span></p>
<p><span>"Andy's
got a girlfriend," Mike sing-songed with a giggle.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I don't!" Andy squealed in protest. "She's just some crazy lady."</span></p>
<p><span>"She
might be crazy as a loon, but she's hot," Eric commented. "Maybe she'd take me
home with her," he added wistfully.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
big boy," Tom interjected. "Keep it in your pants." It was Eric's turn to
blush as all the boys hooted in laughter at his expense.</span></p>
<p><span>Stella
returned with our drinks while the boys were still laughing and after setting
the glasses on the table, asked, "What'd I miss? Is my skirt on backwards or
somethin'?" she asked, looking down and checking her attire.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,"
Alex answered, "Eric just said he'd let you take <i>him</i> home if Andy won't
go."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
which one of you is Eric? Is it you?" she asked, pointing to Tom, who
emphatically shook his head no.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah,
that ain't Eric. That's our Pops," T.J. offered. "Eric's the really pink one
tryin' to crawl under the table and hide." </span></p>
<p><span>Stella
turned and found Eric doing just as T.J. said. She sidled over to the young
man, spun his chair out and straddled his thirteen-year-old body as she sat
down on his lap facing him, her ample bosom practically in his face. She
stared deeply into Eric's eyes and cooed, "Oooh, want me to take <i>you</i>
home, do you? I get off work at nine, sweetums. You better be here," much to
Eric's chagrin.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
no, ma'am, thanks anyway. I was just kiddin'," Eric sputtered.</span></p>
<p><span>Stella
stood up, spun Eric's chair back and countered with, "Your loss, toots." Then
she strutted off towards the kitchen, giving her hips a little wiggle as she
did. A wiggle Eric's bulging eyes didn't miss.</span></p>
<p><span>While
the boys cracked up at Eric's misfortune, he fumed, "It ain't funny, you guys.
Geez, that's embarrassing." </span></p>
<p><span>I
noticed Eric had a hand in his lap and he appeared to be making a minor
adjustment to an awkward situation. As we waited for our dinner to arrive, the
boys were having a blast watching the servers poke fun at their customers and
generally have a good time while working. Many would be singing and dancing along
to whatever song was currently playing as they moved from table to table. Even
Tom and I were enjoying ourselves, though that was mostly because the boys were
having so much fun. Soon enough, our food was delivered by Stella and two other
servers who'd offered to help. As they dug into their food, the boys resembled
a herd of velociraptors on their first visit to a buffet filled with their
favorite delicacies. All voices were muted except for the occasional request
for more ketchup or a drink refill. Without exception, the nine voracious
eating machines were done with their meals long before Tom and me. </span></p>
<p><span>When
Stella strolled by and noticed their empty plates, she stopped and commented,
"My, my, my. You boys ain't no football team, you're a bunch of pigs." The
boys obliged Stella by responding with their best piggish grunts between their
giggles. "Yep, right on the money, as usual. Don't suppose all you little
piggies are ready for dessert, are you?" Again, they responded with grunts
since they were so well received the first time around. "All right, already,
stick a sock in it. I'll get somebody here to get those empty plates out of
the way while I get nine of the world's smallest sundaes set up." She turned
to leave, but Tom stopped her with a question.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
Stella, there's eleven of us here. Aren't we all gettin' dessert?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
on your life, buster. You and your buddy, there, didn't clean your plates.
Only people and little pigs with clean plates get dessert `round here."
Another round of wild grunting followed her as she left Tom and me in stunned
disbelief. When she returned with the boys' desserts, Tom and I had finally
managed to clear our plates, hoping we'd now be entitled to enjoy an
after-dinner snack with the boys. "Well, well, well, looks like we have to add
a couple more pigs to our list. Lucky for you I brought two extra treats with
me. Otherwise you'd have to go without. Enjoy, fellas."</span></p>
<p><span>As
it turns out, the world's smallest sundae is vanilla ice cream, whipped cream
and hot fudge in a glass the size of a regular shot glass. And, you get to
keep the glass as a souvenir of your visit. So, we've been in town less than
two hours and we already have something to take home to remind us of the fun
we're going to have this weekend. I have no doubt that before we leave town
Sunday for the trip home, there will be many more similar items to add to this
shot glass.</span></p>
<p><span>Stella
swung by one more time and, on seeing the dessert glasses were all empty,
offered to have them cleaned, wrapped and bagged so we could take them with
us. I also handed over my Black American Express to pay for our dinner while
the glasses were taken care of. Stella returned shortly with a carry out bag
holding our glasses and my receipt for our dinner.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
it was nice takin' care of y'all tonight, but ya' gotta git the heck outta here
now. I need these tables." After we delayed moving for just a few seconds,
she added, "C'mon, boys, hop to it. I gots hungry people to feed. Move it on
outta here, y'all." With that, we all jumped up and started <a name="_Hlk503465526">heading for the door and the ride to our home away from
home for the weekend</a>. As Eric passed her, she grabbed his arm and said
with a sly wink, "Don't forget, sweet baby, nine o'clock," causing the poor boy
to turn pink with embarrassment, again. As I passed by Stella on my way to the
door, I thanked her for taking such good care of us and making it fun for the
boys while slipping her a well-earned tip for her efforts.</span></p>
<p><span>When
we stepped out into the cool March evening, we found Tony waiting dutifully for
us. As we walked the twenty feet to the limo, he opened the door to allow us
to climb in. I was the last to board our armored chariot and Tony thanked me
profusely for the meal we'd sent out. Apparently, most of his clients don't
believe in common courtesy. I always figured if you can afford to pay for a
limo to haul your sorry butt all over hell's half acres, you could afford to
take care of the driver properly and show your true appreciation for the work
he's performing on your behalf.</span></p>
<p><span>"Where
we headed now, Mr. Sanders?" Tony asked before I climbed in to join the others.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess we'll head for the condo, Tony, but I'd like to stop by a grocery store
somewhere along the way so we can stock up on drinks and some basic food and
snacks. You know a good store out in the `burbs?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, sir. There's a nice new market just a few blocks from your place. We'll stop
by there on the way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
Tony, thanks. Let's get movin'." I climbed in the back and took my seat next
to Tom, wrapping his hand in mine. Tony eased the door closed and we were soon
lumbering westward through the Friday evening traffic. "Man, I'm glad I don't
drive have to through this insanity," I commented to Tom. "I'd be in jail in
no time because I know I'd end up killing some asshole."</span></p>
<p><span>"Same
here. The limo's a good idea. Saves us a bunch of stress. Besides, Tony
seems to know his way around."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
better. I'm not paying if we get lost," I laughed. We sat back in our seat to
relax and again watched as the boys took in the sights as we weaved and wiggled
our way through suburb after suburb to get to Oak Park. Thirty minutes after
leaving the restaurant, Tony was pulling off the expressway and burrowing deep
into Oak Park. It had been a year or so since I'd stayed at the condo and I
could see quite a bit had changed in that time. A lot of the old houses along
the street from the exit had been torn down and they'd been replaced by
businesses in new buildings. Some people just don't understand repurposing an
existing building to suit their needs. But, with newer laws on the books relating
to equal access for everyone, I guess it's sometimes easier to tear down something
old and start over.</span></p>
<p><span>As
we drew nearer the condo, Tony pulled into the parking lot of a well-lit and
newer strip mall that had a large grocery store on one end of the building. He
pulled up to the entry to the store, then came around and opened the limo's
door. After we'd all climbed out, he said, "I obviously can't leave the truck
here, so I'll be out in the lot a ways, watching for you. When I see you guys
come out, I'll pull back up and we'll load up for the rest of the trip to your
condo."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good, Tony, Thanks. See you in a few." After closing the limo's passenger door,
Tony moved it out of the way while we entered the store. If we thought grocery
shopping with five boys in tow was a challenge, doing so with nine was even
worse. Items continued to be dropped in the cart as we snaked the aisles with
Tom and me not really seeing most of it. In thirty minutes, the cart was
loaded and I, for one, was ready to get the heck out of there. Tom was leading
the parade to the register while I followed along to make sure we didn't leave
anyone behind. We managed to get out of the store without having to spring a
king from his kidnappers and headed back out into the evening's increasing
darkness.</span></p>
<p><span>True
to his word, as soon as Tony saw us walk through the door, he flashed the
lights on the limo and had it moving in our direction. After pulling the
vehicle to the curb, he jumped out and opened the tailgate so we could stow our
purchases. With our packages secure, we loaded back up and Tony headed for the
condo. In less than five minutes, we pulled into the drive of our home for the
next couple of nights. Tony helped us carry everything inside and while Tom
and the boys started putting things away, Tony pulled me aside.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
time do you want to get started in the morning, Mr. Sanders?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think around eleven would be a good time for you to show up. I've made a ten
o'clock reservation at the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio for a guided tour
with the boys. Since it's only a few blocks from here, I thought we'd walk
over. If my memory serves me, the tour lasts around an hour, so if you wanted
to pick us up over there about eleven, that should work out all right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
sir. Where are we going in the afternoon?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think the Field Museum of Natural History and Shedd Aquarium. You shouldn't
have a problem finding parking for the beast there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
not a problem. I'll just use the bus parking areas at both. Okay, then, you
guys have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow about eleven."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good, Tony. Have a good night." He turned and left the house to head for home
for the night. When I rejoined the family, I discovered all our food purchases
had been stored and our overnight bags put in their respective rooms. Eric had
dropped his bag in the same room Josh where was sleeping so it wouldn't be
floating around the living room. I also discovered I was the only one who was
still wearing any clothes and I aimed for the bedroom to quickly remedy that
condition. I was glad I'd thought during our dinner to use the app on my phone
to bump up the thermostat before we got here. The normal fifty-five-degree
temperature I left the house at during the winter would have been decidedly
uncomfortable compared to the regular seventy-eight I maintained at home.</span></p>
<p><span>As
I joined the rest of the group in the living room, Eric commented, "This is a
pretty nice place, Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Eric. I don't come here a lot, but it's nice to have when I want to get away
for a few days. So, what's next guys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got any games up here, Dad?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately,
no. All the guests I've ever had here have been adults, so no games. About
the only thing I've got are some movies in the stand under the TV. Why don't
you guys take a look and find one we can watch."</span></p>
<p><span>The
boys started digging and shortly, Joey said, "I've got one here, but I don't
know what it is. There's no label on the disc or case."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
pop it in the player and let's see what you've found. It's probably something
another guest left behind." Joey did as I requested and while Tom and I talked
to each other about tomorrow's plans, the movie started itself. It wasn't
until about ten minutes later when the music started thumping and I was hearing
moans of pleasure emanating from the sound system that I turned back to the TV
and refocused on the screen. I was stunned to see two very generously endowed
men doing everything they could to swallow their partner's engorged member.
The boys were watching the action with rapt fascination while I scrambled to
grab the remote and stop the playback.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
c'mon Dad, it was just starting to get interesting," Joey complained when the
screen went blank.</span></p>
<p><span>"Where
did you find <i>that</i>?" I asked, knowing that I'd never had anything like
that.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was just mixed in with all the other movies," Alex replied. It was then I took
a quick look around the room and discovered the little bit of movie that had
been viewed had created a profound effect on all of us. It was quite the sight
to behold, but not one I'd expected to see during the weekend.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
please see if you can find something a little more appropriate." When Eric
began to rifle through the selection again, Josh turned to face Joey and the
two hugged each other as they ground their groins together. Not to be outdone
by his brother, Alex scrambled on top of Brent and proceeded to give him a
rather passionate kiss while rocking his hips and mashing their two stiff
cocklets between them. Before the others could get involved in anything, I
reminded the boys that the rules we followed at home would also be followed
here. </span></p>
<p><span>Thankfully,
that reminder put a damper on the action taking place in front of us as the two
pairs separated, but still stayed close enough to each to hold hands as they
settled in to watch the movie Eric picked out, <i>Mission: Impossible</i>,<i> </i>with
Tom Cruise. Eric sheepishly handed me the offending disc to deal with, and I
couldn't help but admire the young man's svelte form and bouncing boner as he
did so. I also noticed that he took an appreciative glance at Tom and me as we
reclined on the sofa, both of our still hard penises on display.</span></p>
<p><span>As
the new movie began and everyone settled in, Tom leaned over and whispered in
my ear, "Ya' just gotta love boys like that who are unashamed of being erect and
don't bother to cover up. You really got to jack that beautiful piece of
meat?" With a slight nod and grin from me, he added, "You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
I hope I get the chance." I looked at him with surprise at the suggestion.</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
get your hopes up," I whispered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Heh,
that wouldn't be the only thing up if I did," he chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>When
the movie finally ended almost two hours later, it was time to head for bed.
We were going to have a busy day tomorrow and I wanted everyone to get a good
night's sleep. We had the boys run through the showers two at a time and then
climb into bed. We allowed Eric to use the shower in the master bathroom since
he was sorta the odd man out, then Tom and I followed when he was done. As we
made our rounds to say goodnight to everyone, it was evident that sleep was the
last thing on any of their minds. We found Mike and Andy lightly fondling each
other in their bed while Logan and T.J. were well past simple fondling and
happily masturbating each other. We managed to get them to stop just long
enough to receive their kisses and hugs, but as soon as we shared those with
the boys, they promptly returned to their previous activities.</span></p>
<p><span>Stepping
into the other bedroom, we found Alex and Brent locked in a mutual blowjob. In
the other bed, Josh had Joey's legs pushed up to his chest and he was busy
lapping at Joey's tight hole while also stroking Joey's hard cocklet. Again,
we interrupted the action just long enough to share hugs and kisses before
turning and leaving the room, allowing the boys to resume their enjoyment of
each other. We stepped into the living room, engorged cocks leading the way,
to find a forlorn and lonely Eric setting up the sofa bed. When we first saw
him, his penis was limp as a wet noodle, but that didn't last long. As soon as
he spotted the two of us with our erections pointing the way, his dick sprang
back to life. We stopped on the way to our room to give him a hug goodnight
and, as we did, he managed to rub his rampant hardon against ours, making a
hard situation even harder.</span></p>
<p><span>After
letting go of the horny teen, we made a beeline for our room and bed, ensuring
we closed the door behind us. We tossed back the covers since we knew we
wouldn't need them to generate any heat for a while and fell into each other's longing
grasp. When we finally hugged and kissed each other, I moaned in desire for
the man I loved and shared my bed with. Our tongues had been doing battle with
each other for several minutes when I felt a stray hand on my shoulder. I knew
it couldn't be one of Tom's hands as both of his were wantonly caressing my ass
while both of mine were working on his back and shoulders.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
Josh, quit teasin' me," Joey whispered to his partner. "I need you inside me."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
tryin', dude, but I guess I'm freaked out about doin' it with your brother in
the room with us. I can't keep it hard."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
give me a fuckin' break, man. What's a guy gotta do to get screwed around
here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Maybe
tell Alex to quit starin' at us. He may have Brent's dick in his mouth, but he
ain't took his eyes off us yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
keep lickin' and I'll see what I can do." Joey closed his eyes in pleasure and
an unwelcome thought popped into to Alex's mind. "Alex, dude, give me a break
will ya'? I wanna get fucked over here, but you're scarin' Josh with your
stare."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
it ain't my problem if he can't get it up," Alex replied silently.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
may not be your problem, but it sure as hell is your fault. Look somewhere
else, damn it."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
it's kinda fun watchin' you wiggle and writhe over there," Alex answered with a
silent giggle.</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
get to see a lot more of that if you quit starin' at us and I can actually get
some dick in me, dude."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
yeah, whatever. Give us a minute." Silence took over the room as Alex and
Brent shifted positions on the bed. "Okay, we've moved. If he still can't get
it up, let me know and we'll come help."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
bro, I'll let you know." Joey refocused his attention on Josh and whispered,
"Okay, Joshy, they ain't watchin' no more. Get your dick in my mouth and I'll
get you hard in no time." Josh disconnected his tongue from Joey's ass long
enough to reposition himself as Joey wanted. Joey swallowed Josh's soft member
in a flash as Josh reburied his face in Joey's ass to continue his oral
pleasuring of the tight hole located there.</span></p>
<p><span>In
the other bed, Alex and Brent were still orally assaulting each other's
cocklets and their moans of delight carried across the room. They separated
briefly and rearranged themselves so they were face to face and their tongues
engaged in battle. When they broke for air a minute later, Brent whispered in
Alex's ear, "What'd we move around for?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey
was complainin' that Josh couldn't get hard with me watchin' `em."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't hear nothin'."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
c'mon, Brent, you know what we can do."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you've told me, but I don't think I believe you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
how's this? Right now, you're thinkin' it might be fun to join Joey and Josh
in the same bed. And you're also thinkin' about that promise you made to Dad
about returnin' the favor you owe him. Do you believe me now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Holy
shit, dude, I thought you was bullshittin' me," Brent exclaimed quietly. "I
see I'm gonna have to be careful what I think around you two. Now, why the
fuck you watchin' them? Your attention shoulda been on me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
it was, but it was pretty hot watchin' my brother get his ass licked, too.
I've never seen it from this angle. He makes the funniest faces when he's
getting' rimmed." Brent lifted his head up over Alex's and quietly agreed with
the action he could see happening in the other bed.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
let's go join `em," Brent whispered.</span></p>
<p><span>"But
I want you to fuck me," Alex complained with a whine.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I'm going to, don't you worry. You and your brother are both gonna get fucked
like you ain't never been fucked before." Brent slid to the side of the bed,
grabbed Alex's hand in his, and pulled him to the other bed, Brent's bouncing
four-inch boner leading the way. Upon reaching their destination, Brent spoke
up, "C'mon, you two, make some room."</span></p>
<p><span>Josh
looked up from the prize in front of his face and asked, "What the hell are you
two doin'?" Joey was unable to say anything since his mouth was filled with
Josh's stiff four-and-a-half-inch cock.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
thought that was obvious," Brent answered, "We're joining you, so make a hole.
Oh, wait, you've already got one there, don't you?" he added with a quick laugh.
"And I'm gonna help you fill it." Josh and Joey shifted over to make room so
Alex and Brent could climb on the bed with them.</span></p>
<p><span>Brent
laid down on his back, proud of his stiff member reaching for the ceiling.
"Josh," Brent started, "lay next to me, then Joey and Alex can climb on top of
us." Josh and Joey disengaged and rearranged themselves into the position
Brent suggested. "Damn, Josh, you got a nice cock. I think you're bigger than
I am."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope so," Josh replied indignantly. "I am older, ya' know. Okay, now what?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
hold my dick and I'll hold yours while they sit down on `em. Once they're
settled, let the fucking begin." Brent reached a hand over, wrapped it around
Josh's boner and held it straight up. Josh followed his lead and did the same
to Brent. Joey and Alex wasted no time in climbing on top of their partners
and settling their bodies lower and lower until both turgid members made
contact with their intended targets. The twins hesitated for just a moment as
they looked to each other with wide grins on their faces. After sharing an
almost imperceptible nod of agreement, the two young boys began to lower
themselves even further, allowing their partners to enter them for the first
time.</span></p>
<p><span>Though
they'd engaged each other several times previously, neither was adequately
prepared for the slightly larger cocks that spread their tight holes wider than
ever before. Both winced in pain as they impaled themselves on Brent and
Josh's willing rods. Joey clasped Alex's hand in his own and, as the two continued
to hold each other, they slowly lowered themselves until both boys' smooth
white behinds were resting comfortably on their partner's thighs.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
fuck," Joey moaned, "that hurt! They're bigger than we are."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
shit, Sherlock, what was your first clue?" Alex retorted. "Hang on, Brent, I
need to breathe for a minute."</span></p>
<p><span>"Take
your time, baby, I'm in no hurry. Besides, we ain't goin' nowhere, are we
Josh?" Brent added with an evil chuckle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
on your life. I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on Joey's cute ass."</span></p>
<p><span>After
a few moments to catch his breath, Alex began rocking on Brent's hips to slowly
loosen himself with Joey following his lead. Soon enough, both lads were ready
to continue and began flexing their legs to lift their bodies up and gently
lower them again. Each movement generated gasps of delight from all four
youngsters as the two younger ones took control of the action. As Joey and
Alex increased their speed, Brent and Josh were doing everything they could to
control their own bodies as the new feelings were flooding them with tingling
sensations from head to toe. </span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
Joey, I want you to come with me," Josh moaned.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
tryin', dude. God this feels good," Joey groaned in reply.</span></p>
<p><span>"How
ya' doin', Brent? I ain't breakin' your dick, am I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
a chance, baby. I'm gettin' close to poppin', though."</span></p>
<p><span>With
the larger than normal cocks buried in their asses, Joey and Alex's prostates
were getting bumped on every stroke and both were about to lose total control.
And when Brent wrapped one hand around Alex's cocklet and gently squeezed his
skin-encased nuggets with the other, Alex felt his body shudder as his orgasm
overtook him. Alex's tightly stretched sphincter clamped around Brent's buried
cock and drove the boy over the edge. </span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
god, fuck me harder," Alex breathed as he quivered in delight. Brent raised
his ass to meet Alex's downward slide, driving his cock as deeply as possible
into his lover's tight ass and he grunted as his cock twitched wildly in Alex's
ass.</span></p>
<p><span>As
if the two were connected at the ass, Joey followed his brother in orgasm,
leaning over Josh and kissing him deeply as the first wave of pleasure flooded through
him. Josh responded by returning the kiss and letting himself go, dick dancing
madly in the tight confines of Joey's ass. </span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
Jesus," Josh muttered incoherently as wave after wave of carnal bliss wracked
his young body. "I ain't never fuckin' Eric again. He's good, but he can't
hold a candle to you, lover."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you, Josh," Joey whispered with a bit of a whimper in his voice.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you, too, sweetie," Josh whispered back as Joey collapsed in a heap on top
of him. Josh wrapped his arms around Joey in a loving embrace as the two lads kissed
passionately. "I don't ever want to lose you," Josh added as the two lovers
separated.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
feel the same way. Promise you won't leave me, ever."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
promise."</span></p>
<p><span>On
the other side of the bed, Brent and Alex looked at each other after hearing
what the other two had said to each other and raised their eyebrows in
confusion. They disengaged from each other and quickly returned to their own
bed where they quietly had their own whispered conversation.</span></p>
<p><span>"Brent,"
Alex started, "I like you a whole lot and you can fuck me anytime you want, but
I don't know if I <i>love</i> you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Same
for me, dude. I mean, that was fuckin' hot doin' it in the same bed with Joey
and Josh, but I don't think we really feel the same way they do about each
other."</span></p>
<p><span>"Do
you think that's weird? Especially after what we just did?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know. I really like you, too, but I think the love part would be
stretchin' it a bit. I guess we'll have to see what happens."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I guess so. Look, we probably oughta run through a shower real quick."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
idea. I'd hate to go sleep with crap on my dick."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
help you wash up, okay?" Alex added with an evil smirk.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
on, dude," Brent replied with a large grin cutting across his face. The two
climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick rinse, giggling madly
like the two crazy kids they were.</span></p>
<p><span>When
the bathroom door closed, Joey lifted his head and asked, "Do you think Alex
would be pissed if I didn't have sex with him anymore?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, Joey, he's your brother. But I'm not askin' you to do that."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you're not. I just think if we're both really in love with each other,
and I'm pretty sure we are, then we should only have sex with each other. Even
though Alex is my brother, I still think I'd feel like I was cheatin' on you if
I did it with him."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
why I won't do it with Eric again, I don't want you thinkin' I'd rather have
him than you. But, if you wanna get off with Alex, I'm cool with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
gonna happen, lumpy, I'm all yours," Joey cooed as he rolled over and pulled
Josh on top of him.</span></p>
<p><span>"God,
I love you, Joey Allison."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you more, Josh Stone. You up for a shower?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
<i>up</i> for anything that includes you, sweetie," Josh giggled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
let's go kick those two out of the way," Joey replied, pulling Josh out of bed
after sliding out from under him.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
Logan, you been screwin' my brothers, haven't you?" T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet I have. And they got some nice asses."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
then you know what you're doin', `cause I want you to screw me."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know T.J., I don't wanna hurt you, man. You ever had a dick up your
butt?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
a dick, no, but dad used his finger inside me once and that felt really good.
Your dick ain't much bigger, so it shouldn't hurt none."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
your dad did <i>what</i>? Which one?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oops,
shouldn't a said that. Never mind, dude. Just use your finger before you try
to stick your dick in me, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know the drill, buddy. I'll be careful, I promise." With that, Logan knelt
behind T.J.'s upraised ass, slicked up a finger in his mouth and gently pressed
it home. Sensing T.J.'s discomfort, he paused and asked, "You okay, T.J.?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
never better," the youngster grunted through the mild distress he felt. "Keep
going, though, dude. It'll feel better soon." Logan dutifully followed T.J.'s
instructions and began slowly fucking the younger boy with his finger. T.J. occasionally
hissed at the intrusion, but never wavered in his desire to have Logan's dick
inside him. After a few minutes of working over the lad with one finger, Logan
began working two fingers in and out of T.J., figuring if he could handle two
without discomfort, when it came time for his dick to take over, it wouldn't be
a problem.</span></p>
<p><span>When
T.J. started raising his ass on every insertion of two fingers, Logan decided
it was finally time for the real thing. While keeping his fingers buried to
the hilt in T.J.'s tight hole, Logan got to his knees behind T.J. and crept
ever closer. As T.J. pulled away once, Logan removed his fingers, causing the
younger lad to gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Logan then deftly slid
his straining rock-hard cocklet inside T.J.'s wrinkled rosebud to replace the
missing fingers. With his ass promptly refilled with hard meat, T.J. sighed in
deep contentment at being full again. He gave in to his desires and allowed
the slightly more experienced Logan to take control of their encounter.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
fuck, your dick is perfect, Logan," T.J. moaned in delight. "You could fuck me
all night long."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
love to try, but I don't think I could keep from coming that long."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ps-s-s-t,"
hissed Andy from the other bed. "Is he really fuckin' you, T.J.?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah," T.J. breathed in reply.</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
we watch?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not?" Logan answered. "But, you better hurry. I may not last long. T.J.'s
hole's a lot tighter than Joey and Alex's." The two youngest joined the others
in their bed and took up positions on each side of the two entwined lads so
they could witness Logan's stiffness pistoning in and out of T.J.'s hole.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow!"
Andy exclaimed, "That's freakin' cool. You really are screwin' him, ain't
you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sh-h-h,"
T.J. hissed. "I don't want our dads to hear."</span></p>
<p><span>"What?
You think they ain't screwin' each other right now?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
probably are," T.J. answered, "but I don't think they care to hear us doin' it.
Oh, Jesus, Logan, fuck me, man."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
can I suck your dick, T.J.?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
please," T.J. begged.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
what can I do?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
can suck on my nuts, if you want," Logan offered. "That always feels good."</span></p>
<p><span>Andy
promptly crawled under T.J.'s belly and positioned his head so he could take
T.J.'s lonely boner into his mouth while Mike slid behind Logan and promptly
started lapping at the low-hanging delicacies between Logan's legs. It was
crowded under the two bucking broncos, but Andy and Mike managed to accommodate
each other while only banging their heads together a few times. Thanks to the
motion provided by Logan, T.J. was essentially fucking Andy's mouth and all
Andy had to do was lay there and absorb the pummeling. Poor Mike, though, had
to constantly move his head to keep Logan's balls firmly encased in his mouth,
but it was a challenge he was up for.</span></p>
<p><span>After
just a few minutes of anal and oral stimulation, T.J. started moaning
desperately, "Oh, god, oh fuck, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, fuck me, Logan, fuck
me-e-e-e!" T.J. had finally reached the point of sexual bliss and let himself
go, dick dancing wildly in Andy's mouth and asshole clamping Logan's cock
repeatedly as he came like never before. Logan couldn't hold back any longer
as waves of sexual desire coursed through his body and his cock started
twitching and jerking in T.J.'s tight ass.</span></p>
<p><span>Andy
and Mike moved at just the right moment to avoid being smothered when T.J.
collapsed onto the bed, completely spent of all strength, and Logan's weight
pushing T.J. even deeper into the mattress. After taking a minute to collect
his wits, T.J. finally mumbled, "Geez, that was fuckin' amazing. I ain't never
felt that good before."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
what about when we suck your dick?" Mike whined. "I thought you liked it when
we did that. Don't that feel good?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I do like it, and it does feel good, but getting' fucked feels even better. I
can see why Joey and Alex are always doing it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
with T.J. on this one, guys," Logan agreed. "Gettin' sucked is good, but bein'
fucked is even better."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I wanna get fucked and find out," Andy demanded.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
little dude, but I'm too pooped to pop again," Logan responded. "Besides,
small as my dick is, it'd probably hurt you."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
don't need you, Mike can fuck me, and I can fuck him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Give
it a shot, guys, but I think you'll find your dicks are too short to do much of
anything," T.J. offered.</span></p>
<p><span>Andy
laid down on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his ass to
Mike. "Go on, then, try it." Mike followed Andy's instructions as try as he
might, he couldn't push even the head of his one-and-a-half-inch pecker inside
Andy, leaving both boys dejected. "C'mon, let me try to fuck you, Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
can try, but your dick's even shorter than mine. It ain't gonna happen." </span></p>
<p><span>"At
least let me try," Andy pleaded. Seeing no way out, Mike assumed the same
position and let Andy attempt to penetrate his virgin hole. After a minute
with no better success, Andy suddenly froze.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
wrong Andy," Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I broke my dick," Andy whimpered in fear.</span></p>
<p><span>"What're
you talking about, bonehead?" T.J. asked. "You can't break a dick, there ain't
no bones in it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, but somethin don't feel right. Quick, somebody turn on the light,
so I can make sure." Mike felt his way through the dark room to the door,
flipped the switch to bring some illumination to the situation and then ran
back to the bed to see what the problem was. By the time he got back and had
jumped up on the bed, Andy was flat on his back and holding his hands over his
crotch, afraid to actually see what had happened to his most private and prized
body part.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
dude, you gotta move your hands so we can see what's up," T.J. cajoled the
scared lad.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't wanna. What if it falls off?" Andy whined.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
ain't gonna fall off, ya' dingleberry," Logan offered. "We all seen it before,
anyway, so get your dang hands outta the way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
Andy, Mike and I have been helping you with your problem for several weeks now,
we know what your dick looks like. If anyone can tell if there's something
wrong, it'll be us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
okay, I guess so. Just please don't let it fall off." With that, he pulled
his hands out of the way so the other three could examine the stiff one-inch
member. After a quick glance at the situation, T.J. began to chuckle, followed
by Mike and Logan joining him in laughter. "Hey, this shit ain't funny.
What's goin' on!?" Andy whined.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
fine, dude," T.J. answered with a giggle, "Your skin just slipped back past
your head for the first time."</span></p>
<p><span>"What!?
Really? Woo-hoo! I didn't think that was ever gonna happen. I gotta show our
dads," he added as jumped off the bed and ran for the door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
bucko," T.J. called to the running boy. "The last thing Dad wants to see at
midnight is your skinless dickhead." But he was too late as Andy was already
out the door and halfway across the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>I
extracted my tongue from Tom's mouth and whispered in Tom's ear, "Um, I think
we have company, hon."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
lifted his head to look over my shoulder and he spied a sad and pathetic
looking Eric standing behind me. "Uh, what's up, Eric? We're a little busy in
here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know," the young man sadly replied. "And judging by the noises coming from
the other bedrooms, everybody else is fuckin' busy, too. Everybody but me,
that is. I'm feeling awful lonely on the couch by myself," he added with a
pout.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
looked back to me and raised his eyebrows in question. I gave a little shrug
of my shoulders as if to say `whatever'. The next thing I knew, the big guy
had moved to create some space between us and Eric promptly climbed over me to fill
that gap, his stiff five inches aimed directly at his nose.</span></p>
<p><span>I
asked, "You sure about this, Eric? I don't want you doing something you don't
want to."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure, Mr. Sanders. I damn near came in my pants
when Stella sat in my lap and I need to get off. Besides, you guys are hot as
hell." As the young man said all this, he'd reached down and wrapped a hand
around each of our leaking cocks.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
Eric, it's your decision," I moaned as he started to stroke me. "But, first,
we're Max and Tom, okay. Second, we won't do anything you don't ask for and we
especially won't do anything that will hurt you. Understand?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
yeah, I know the rules. Dad's got the same ones."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
do anything you want," Tom answered. "But I'm not too sure you want either of
us to actually penetrate you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not? Max's dick is smaller than dad's and you're not much bigger than he is.
If I can take him up my ass, I can handle you, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
Eric, your dad led me to believe you were straight."</span></p>
<p><span>"Big
deal. Besides, I ain't got no girl I can fuck whenever I want. And after the
last week or so with Josh and Dad, I think I might be bisexual. I mean, I
really want a girlfriend, but I've found out I like to suck dicks and get
fucked, too. There ain't nothin' wrong with that, is there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all. So, you're in charge tonight, what would like to have happen?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Promise
you won't think I'm sick?" Eric nervously asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
promise, buddy," Tom answered. "Your wish is our pleasure."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I wanna be licked from head to toe. I love it when Josh sucks on my tits, it
fuckin' drives me crazy. I wanna find out what other spots can feel like that."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I know a spot or two Josh may not know about, what about you, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
could be persuaded to test a few locations, see what happens," he answered with
an evil grin.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hot
damn!" Eric crowed. "Where do you wanna start?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
don't you roll over on your stomach and we'll start on the back side?" I
suggested. In two seconds, Eric had rolled over and spread his arms and legs
wide to give us unfettered access to all the luscious parts of his supple
body. The only thing we would miss during the first part of this experiment
would be the scrumptious view of his hardness, but I believed we would make up
for that when it was time for us to test his front side.</span></p>
<p><span>We
began working on his toes and feet, causing him to giggle uncontrollably as we lovingly
tested each tender spot. We slowly moved up his calves to the back of his
knees where we took a short break to wet our whistles with some ice water.
When our frigid tongues met the back of his thighs for the first time, Eric
squealed in surprised delight, but the chill didn't last very long as the heat
emanating from the young man's body quickly warmed our mouths. When we reached
the junction of his thighs to the smooth globes of his perfect ass, we skipped
that area for the moment and moved up to his waist, proceeding on up the
squirming boy's back to his shoulders. After a thorough investigation of his
neck and ears, we moved on down his arms to his fingertips, leaving no square
inch of skin dry in the process.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
time to roll over, Eric," I teased the boy.</span></p>
<p><span>"No
it ain't, you missed a spot," Eric demanded.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't miss anything, did you, Max," Tom asked in innocence.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
me, hon, must've been you," I retorted sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
<i>both</i> missed my ass and you know it," Eric demanded.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
how could we have been so remiss in our duties," I kidded. "I think we should
immediately correct that oversight." </span></p>
<p><span>With
that, we returned our mouths to the beautiful, pale globes of Eric's ass. As I
licked every spot I could reach without banging our heads together, I also
gently massaged my half of Eric's taut ass and Tom was following my example.
Each time my hand slipped between the lad's legs, my fingertips would lightly
brush his hairless scrotum, causing Eric's body to jerk uncontrollably. Soon
enough, Tom took the middle road and spread those luscious mounds of flesh
before slipping his tongue through Eric's rear cleft from his lower back all
the way to the glorious orbs swaddled in their bag of wrinkled flesh. Tom then
took a deep breath and returned his tongue and attention to the puckered
rosebud in the middle of Eric's supple form. The sudden intake of air through Eric's
tightly pursed lips let us know the prostrate boy was still alive. </span></p>
<p><span>After
Tom ended his oral assault on Eric's tight orifice, I smacked his ass and
whispered, "Now, turn over, boy, time for the front."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't, I'm too limp. Help me, please," he begged. Working together, we got
the limp noodle rolled over and repositioned. You couldn't help but notice the
large wet spot on the young man's pubis from his copious leaking, but we
weren't in any position to complain, as both of us had also left rather large
wet spots on the sheets and ourselves. We wasted no time in starting at the
bottom and working our way to the top again, attacking his toes with relish.
By the time we reached Eric's hips, he was writhing with anticipation and
arching his back with lust. As before, though, we skipped the stiff morsel
that was the prize we were trying to win and moved on up Eric's torso.</span></p>
<p><span>His
nipples were already erect when we reached them, but that didn't put a damper
on the attention we lavished on those quarter-sized nubbins. I flicked my
tongue over his nipple several times and the boy moaned in desire with each contact.
Moving on, we attacked his face, occasionally slipping our tongues between his
sweet lips, and then moved on to his ears again before continuing to his
armpits, then down his arms to his fingertips. That left us just one spot to
test and Eric was aching with wanton desire for the assault on his most private
of body parts to begin. Since I'd had the distinct pleasure of masturbating
Eric previously, I signaled Tom he was tonight's winner and it was time for him
to claim his prize.</span></p>
<p><span>We
both took a large gulp of ice water again before I moved between Eric's
widespread legs so I could taste the walnut-sized orbs that hung loosely there
while Tom positioned himself over Eric's dripping cock. I dove between the
boy's thighs and swallowed both nuggets in one gulp just as Tom lowered his
head and engulfed the engorged shaft of hot, throbbing teen meat that was jutting
obscenely from Eric's groin. The young man arched his back so furiously, I'm
surprised Tom didn't receive a broken nose as Eric tried to bury his cock as
deeply in Tom's mouth as possible.</span></p>
<p><span>With
all the torture we had already put the lad through, Eric was thrashing wildly
as he tried not to come, hoping to extend this moment for as long as absolutely
possible. And he succeeded for a bit. Right up to the point where I inserted
an index finger into his ass and stroked his prostate. Without warning, Eric's
ass clamped my finger tightly and I felt his balls retreat as he exploded into
Tom's waiting mouth. With every clamping of my finger, I could feel his
overloaded nuts pump another load of young teen spunk into Tom's mouth and down
his throat. After seven violent shots, Eric finally started to taper off and
when Tom released his cock, it was still oozing semen onto his belly.</span></p>
<p><span>I
released his balls from my mouth and greedily lapped up the overflow. Nothing
in this world can properly prepare you for your first taste of a young teen's
semen and I was in heaven. Thoroughly spent and exhausted, Eric collapsed back
onto the bed, eyes rolled back in his head as he began his slow recovery. </span></p>
<p><span>As
body and mind slowly returned to normal, Eric sputtered, "Oh, Jesus, that was
freakin' unreal!"</span></p>
<p><span>At
that moment, Andy came running into the room, squealing with joy as he jumped
up on the bed. He stood proudly before us, put his hands on his hips and
pushed them forward, shoving his groin into our faces while crowing, "Dads,
dads, look at my dick!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
Andy, calm down," Tom said as he grabbed the bouncing wild monkey and held him
still. "Don't step on Eric."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oops,
sorry, dude," the youngster apologized. "Didn't see you. But look at my dick,
it's all better." The three of us intently examined Andy's small penis and it
was evident what was causing his jubilation. His foreskin had retracted behind
his glans and he was over the moon with giddiness.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,"
I intoned, "it looks like T.J. and Mike have been able to help you out, haven't
they?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It
doesn't hurt, does it, Andy?" Tom asked with concern.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah,
it didn't hurt a bit, it just felt different and I thought I broke it somehow.
But when we looked, it was like this. Ain't that cool?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
cool, young man. Have you tried to move your skin back to its normal position?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I'm afraid to. You do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
here goes." I gently grasped the stiff member between my thumb and forefinger
and slowly pulled the skin forward. And just as nature intended, it slipped
smoothly back over the glans, hiding that precious purple helmet from view.
"Works like a dream, Andy," I added. "You'll probably want the others to keep
stretching it, though, just to make sure the skin doesn't tighten back up."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, don't worry. Besides, they like playin' with my dick just as much I do."
Having finally calmed down a bit, Andy looked around at the three of us as
asked, "So, what y'all doin'? I thought Eric was sleepin' on the couch
tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
turns out there's a bad spring in the couch and it was poking Eric in the back,
so he asked if he could sleep with us," Tom answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
right," Andy coughed in disbelief.</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
you," I interjected, "You're supposed to be asleep. We've got a long day ahead
of us tomorrow, so scoot."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
yeah, I'm goin'. I know when I'm not wanted," Andy pouted sullenly as he
turned to leave.</span></p>
<p><span>"Come
here, you little stinker." Andy took two steps back over to me and I wrapped
him in a bear hug. When I was done squeezing the boy, I leaned back and said,
"We love you with all our hearts and want you in our lives, young man, don't
you ever forget that." I finally released him and guided him into Tom's
outstretched arms. </span></p>
<p><span>Tom
followed suit with a big hug for our youngest followed by a sloppy wet kiss on
the forehead. "Now, move along and get some sleep, buddy," he said with a
light smack on his behind.</span></p>
<p><span>Before
crawling off the bed, Andy pulled both of us into another hug, one arm wrapped
around each of our necks. "I love you guys, too, you're the bestest dads
ever." After releasing us he jumped on top of Eric's prone figure and gave him
a hug, too. "Sorry for bargin' in and interruptin' your fun," he whispered to
the surprised young man. "Don't keep `em up too long, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
won't, little dude, promise," Eric answered with a sly grin. "Sleep tight."
With that, Andy scooted off the bed and returned to his bedroom where Logan,
T.J. and Mike waited. As soon as we heard the bedroom door on the other side
of the living room close, Eric turned his eyes back to us and added, "I think I
owe you dudes a little somethin' for torturin' me the way you did."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
you don't, Eric. Besides, I distinctly recall you asking to be tortured," Tom
answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever,"
he huffed. "I ain't leavin' you two high and dry after that experience." Eric
promptly rolled over, got up on his hands and knees and added, "C'mon, Max, I
want your cock in my ass. And Tom, get over here, I wanna suck that monster
cock of yours." With neither of us willing to take a pass on a willing ass or
mouth, we assumed our positions and began to fuck Eric from both ends.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
what'd the dads say about your foreskin?" T.J. asked after Andy closed the
door.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
thought it was cool and that you and Mike done good helpin' me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Were
they asleep?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
by a long shot. You ain't gonna believe this. Eric was in bed with `em and it
looked like they'd been busy. I mean, all three had boners and Eric was pink
from head to toe, like he'd just, you know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Like
he just came?" Logan asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
yeah. It was kinda weird, but it was hot, too. I know Dad and Pops screw each
other, but I don't know why Eric was there with them."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
was probably just horny like the rest of us," Mike offered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I bet it was more than that," T.J. grinned. "Oops, shouldn't a said that."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
are you talkin' `bout, bonehead?" Mike quizzed the chagrined youngster.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't say no more. Our dads'll be really pissed off."</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
T.J., don't clam up on us now. Spill your guts, bubba," Andy demanded as he
grabbed T.J.'s scrotum and gave a little squeeze.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oo-o-mph,
let go, ya' jerk," T.J. squeaked. As Andy loosened his grip, T.J. added,
"Geez, asshole, ya' didn't have to try to rip my nuts off."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't, you big baby. Now, watchu talkin' `bout?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I know," Logan ventured. With all eyes intently focused on him, Logan
added, "I think your dads like boys." Andy and Mike looked confused while
surprise flashed on T.J.'s face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Shut
up, Logan," T.J. hissed. "I told Dad I wouldn't say nothin'."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
didn't, I did. And it was just a guess, but I see I'm right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn
it," T.J. moaned in defeat.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
he sayin', T.J.," Mike asked, looking to his brother to help clear his confusion.</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
I'll tell ya', but you gotta keep your mouths shut, you hear? And I ain't
sayin' nothin' `til you let go of my nuts, Andy." When Andy finally released
T.J.'s scrotum, he continued, "You remember when we talked about men who like
men and all that shit." After quick nods from Mike and Andy, "Well, our dads
also like boys. I mean, <i>really</i> like boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
mean they, like, wanna fuck us and shit?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
they won't fuck us `cause they won't ever do anything that will hurt us. But
they will suck you, maybe put a finger up your butt, or let you suck them. But
you have to ask them for it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Have
they done that stuff with you?" Mike begged.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that one night I slept with them and told you I was scared."</span></p>
<p><span>"Was
it fun?" Logan wanted to know.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
it was great. They were so loving and sweet. We couldn't ask for better
dads. They really do love us."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
do you think they're doin' that shit with Eric right now?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Who
knows?" T.J. replied. "They wouldn't be if Eric didn't ask `em for it,
though."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wanna find out," Andy muttered as he climbed off the bed and headed for the
door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Andy,
get your ass back here," T.J. hissed. "We can't go peepin' and invadin' their
privacy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not," Andy pouted. "They stand there and watch us do that crap all the time
when we're goin' to bed. That's why they always have boners when they tell us
goodnight, isn't it? `Cause watchin' us get `em horny."</span></p>
<p><span>"He's
right," Mike agreed, "They do. And if they can do it to us, we can do it to
them," he added as he crawled off the bed and joined Andy at the door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
go, but I ain't gettin' my ass beat for bein' a nosy little shit." Logan had
moved off the bed and was on his way across the room, also. "Where do you
think you're goin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
if they're lookin', so am I."</span></p>
<p><span>"Y'all
are gonna get us in so much trouble."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
c'mon, dude. A little peek, that's it," Andy badgered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
but keep your mouths shut."</span></p>
<p><span>With
Andy leading the way, the four slunk across the dark living room and stopped
outside the door to the master bedroom. Just before Andy's hand touched the
knob, Mike whispered, "Should we get the others?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell,
no," T.J. whispered back. "Just take your peek and let's get back to bed."</span></p>
<p><span>Without
any more hesitation, Andy quietly turned the knob and gently pushed the door
open. The boys got an eyeful when they found Tom flat on his back, Eric's head
bobbing up and down on his cock, and Max was gently sliding his cock in and out
of Eric's ass. After watching the action for a bit, the four turned as one and
returned to their own bedroom and climbed in their beds.</span></p>
<p><span>"Holy
shit," Logan exclaimed. "I wouldn't have believed that if I didn't see it
myself."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
thought you said they wouldn't fuck us. If they won't, why's Dad fuckin'
Eric?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"They
won't," T.J. replied. "Like I said, Eric had to tell them he wanted it or Dad
wouldn't be doin' it. But since Eric's bigger than us, maybe it don't hurt him
like it would us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn
it, my dick's hard again," Mike complained. "I can't go to sleep with a
boner."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
fix it for ya', Mike," Logan offered while licking his lips. "C'mere you
little bugger," he added, patting the mattress. Mike jumped from bed to bed
and stretched out for Logan to do as he promised. Not to be left out, T.J.
took Logan's stiff member into his mouth while Andy swallowed T.J.'s pecker and
Mike began gobbling on Andy's. The four tumescent tots spent considerable time
pleasuring each other before finally curling up together and falling asleep, spent,
but extremely happy.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ow!
Careful with the teeth there, Eric," Tom winced.</span></p>
<p><span>Pulling
his mouth off Tom's cock, Eric answered with, "Sorry, Tom, my bad," before
swallowing half of the stiff member again.</span></p>
<p><span>"S'okay,
buddy."</span></p>
<p><span>I
continued to bury my cock in Eric's tight ass, relishing every moment my bare
pubis met his smooth behind. Eric was deeply committed to giving us maximum
pleasure as he struggled to swallow Tom's engorged meat while raising his ass
on my every stroke to let me fully penetrate him. It became quite obvious this
was not the boy's first time for either action. I reached around his slender
torso and wrapped a hand around his dripping five-inch cock, spreading the
natural lubricant from the tip of his glans all the way to the base of his
snug, wrinkled scrotum. I continued to stroke his beautiful cock, making good
use of the now free-flowing pre-cum.</span></p>
<p><span>After
what seemed to be a lifetime, but was actually way too soon for any of us, Tom
started to groan, "Oh, fuck, Eric, I'm gonna ..., oh god, look out, buddy." </span></p>
<p><span>That
was all he was able to say before he flooded Eric's mouth with his semen. Eric
did everything he could to swallow the load and only a little bit dribbled back
out past his lips. As he continued to work on cleaning Tom's softening cock,
Eric started bucking his hips as his sphincter snugly entrapped my cock and he
started filling my hand with his own thin offering. The contractions from
Eric's orgasm pushed me over the edge and I began filling the boy's young ass
with my load. When all three of us were completely spent, Eric and I fairly
collapsed onto Tom and the bed.</span></p>
<p><span>Eric,
thanks to the rejuvenation capabilities of his youth, was the first to find his
voice. "Oh, man, fuck me runnin'. That was heaven on earth, you two. Thanks
for the night of my life. So far, anyway. I hope we can do it again,
sometime."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was for us, too, Eric," Tom exhaled.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
sure wouldn't say no to a round two," I muttered as my wilting cock retreated
from Eric's tender body. "But I think we could all use another quick shower
before we try to get some sleep."</span></p>
<p><span>The
three of us crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. While Eric used
the toilet, Tom turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to a
comfortable setting. With the water just right, we climbed in and proceeded to
clean the sweat and stench of sex from each other. Using the separate shower
head on a hose, I had Eric bend over so I could help clean him out so he
wouldn't leak semen on the bed overnight. That was a new experience for him,
but one he seemed to enjoy as he giggled the entire time.</span></p>
<p><span>With all three of us clean inside and out,
from head to toe, we dried each other and headed back to the bed where we
curled up together for a good night's sleep with Eric the meat in our sandwich.
As we crossed the bedroom, I noticed the door was open, but in my tired mind, I
just assumed Andy had neglected to close it when he went back to bed earlier.
I gave the open portal no more thought as I nuzzled the back of Eric's head
with my nose and fell into a deep and contented sleep.</span></p>
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Chapter 12 – First Night
As I made the turn into my drive, one of the boys asked, "Where the heck are we going? This looks like a great spot to dump bodies."
"Home," I responded. "And you're right, these woods are filled with the bodies of all the people who've pissed me off over the years. You be careful or you'll end up joining them."
"Yeah, right. You sure look like a killer to me. Big, bad gay man with a big, bad knife I bet. What do you call yourself? `The Gay Blade'?" Both boys were laughing hard now.
"Wow! You got right it on the first try. I'll have to change it now, for sure. Something more manly."
"Don't you dare. `The Gay Blade' is perfect."
I made the turn to the house and what I heard from the back seat shocked me.
"Holy shit! This place is yours?? What'd you do, rob a bank?"
"First, watch your mouth, second, yes, this is my home, and third, I didn't rob any banks. Not that you know of, anyway." I pulled into the garage and opened the second door so Carol could park inside also. We'd no sooner gotten out of the car when Carol, Michael and Thomas arrived. I signaled Carol to pull inside and she did as we made room for her. They got out of the car, the boys grabbed their bags and I picked up Carol's bag as the garage doors were closing. We headed into the house and I directed the boys to the first of the three spare bedrooms.
"Okay, boys, this is the first bedroom for you to use. All three have king-size beds at the moment, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed."
Joseph or Alexander said, "No big deal with us. We always sleep in the same bed even though the Mueller's didn't like it much."
"Okay, why don't you two take this room, Thomas and Michael can have the next one and Ms. Ward can take the third. Sound okay, everyone?"
"Sure, Mr. Sanders. Where's your bedroom?"
"Mine is on the other side of the house. Why don't you put your things in your rooms and then meet us in the living room right down the hall?"
"Okay," they responded.
Carol and I headed on down the hall and after dropping her bag in her room for the weekend, headed on into the living room. "I gotta tell you, Max, this is one very nice house. I wish I lived here."
I laughed as I responded, "All my visitors think the same thing, Carol. To me, it's just a house. I'm hoping with a boy or two in it, it will finally become a home."
"I'm going to do everything I can to help make your dream become reality, Max."
"Thanks, Carol. I think I'm going to need it."
The boys came in to join us. Alexander, I think, asked, "Hey, Mr. Sanders, there were some grey shorts on the bed in our room. What are those for?"
"Yeah, there were a couple in our room, too. What's the deal?" Thomas added.
"We'll get to those in a few minutes, boys," I replied. "Have seat for just a moment." I pointed to the couch and had them sit so we could chat. "Okay, boys, I have a few ground rules for this weekend. The first one is that you are expected to have fun and enjoy yourselves. Think you can all do that?" I received nods from all four. "Good. Second, if you want something or want to do something, ask. If you don't ask, I won't know what you want. Sound all right?" Again, four nodding heads. "Third, please call me Max. For this weekend, at least. I don't want to hear Mr. Sanders all weekend. Mr. Sanders is my dad and I'm Max. Got it?"
"Yes, Max," I heard from all four.
"Now that we all know what to call me this weekend, what about you guys. Do you want me to use your full names as we have so far or do you prefer something else?"
"Joey for me and my brother likes Alex," Joey started.
"Yeah, Joseph and Alexander are way too long," Alex added.
"Okay, we have Joey and Alex, what about you two?" I asked looking to Thomas and Michael.
Thomas answered, "I like T.J. My middle name's James and all my friends call me T.J."
"Well, since I want to be your friend, also, T.J. it is." I turned to Michael, "And you, Michael?"
"Mike, I guess" he whispered.
"It's your choice young man. If you want Mike, then Mike it shall be. If you want to be called Chuck, we'll call you Chuck or Tim or Carl or anything you want."
Mike looked at me with a puzzled look in his eyes. "Why'd you want to use any of those other names? They aren't mine. My name is Mike."
"Okay, Mike, you got it. Now that we have that out of the way, let me show you the rest of the house. This is obviously the living room and you've seen those three bedrooms. Across the hall from your rooms is a small bathroom and the laundry room. Over here is the kitchen and eating area. I usually eat at the counter, but since there aren't enough stools for everyone, I figure we'll be using the table over there for most of our meals. Follow me and you'll see the rest. This is my bedroom and bathroom and the room next to it is my study. Each of the other three bedrooms have their own bathrooms, also, in case you didn't notice. And down this hall," I paused as I grabbed the door knob and pushed the door open, "is the home theater."
"Whoa, this is cool, Max. You mean we can watch TV and movies in here?" Joey asked.
"Movies, TV, music, Xbox games, you name it. I have satellite for the TV, a large collection of movies and a fair assortment of games, not that I play them that much, and a wide variety of music. Each of the bedrooms is connected to the satellite, but the music and games are limited to here for now. If you guys start wanting to listen to music more, I'll make some modifications to the systems to allow it to be played in any room. There's also a pool table in the back of the room over here, but I'll have to limit your play to when I'm here to help. At least for a while."
From T.J. I hear, "This is one cool house, Max. I'm glad you asked us to come out for the weekend."
"I'm glad you like it so far."
"So far? Does that mean there's more?" asked Alex.
"Yes, there's something else, but I'm not sure you're ready for it just yet."
"Why not?" from Joey and "C'mon, Max" from Alex, "Quit holding out on us. What else you got?"
"Okay, follow me." I led them to the glass doors at the back of the living room and had them line up facing the outside. All four pressed their noses against the glass, straining to get a better look at what lay in the darkness outside. I glanced at Carol and grinned as she smiled back. I walked to the end of the glass and flipped the switch to turn on the outside lights.
"Oh, man, you've got a pool out there!!" T.J. screamed.
"I know. You want a closer look?"
"You bet, let's go."
We grabbed our jackets and headed out to the pool. I unlocked and opened the door so we could enter. "One rule with the pool. Nobody, and I mean nobody, swims alone. I will always be out here while you are in the pool. The doors to the shelter will be locked and I have the only key. If I'm not here or busy, no swimming. Understood?"
A chorus of four "Yesses" told me they got it.
"I love to swim. Can we go swimming now, Max? Ple-e-e-ase!!?" begged Mike. That was the loudest he had spoken so far and I was starting to feel a bit better about him and his reaction to being here.
"Now you know why the shorts are on your beds. You guys go get changed and I'll do the same. Carol, are you going to join us in the pool?"
"Darn," she giggled, "I forgot my suit. Guess I'll just have to sit on the sidelines and watch," she smiled.
"Okay, boys, we'll meet back in the living room. And grab towels from the bathrooms when you come back. GO!" They scurried off to get changed while Carol and I walked slowly back to the house. "You sure you don't want to join us, Carol?"
"I might hang my legs into the pool, but I won't get in. I'm terrified of the water and it just wouldn't be a good scene."
I chuckled and said, "No problems, Carol. If you want something to drink or a snack or something, help yourself. I stocked up on a bit of everything for the weekend."
"Thanks, Max. I'll be waiting here for you guys."
I headed to my bedroom to change, thanking my lucky stars I'd held on to my old swimsuit from college. If I'd been thinking at Walmart, I would have gotten myself new shorts like I got for the boys, but I was lucky to remember them, let alone something for myself. It wasn't until I pulled open the dresser drawer that it hit me my college suit was a Speedo. Oh, well, it wasn't too embarrassing in college, I guess I could deal with it again. This would be my first-time swimming with anything on in a long time and I hoped it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.
I headed out the living room with towel wrapped around my waist, found Alex and Joey sitting patiently on the couch and Carol was at the kitchen bar drinking a diet Pepsi. I asked about T.J. and Mike and all I got was shoulder shrugs from the twins. I called to the other two and out came T.J. in his shorts and Mike was hiding behind him. I said, "Come on, guys, the pool's waiting and I'm not getting any younger."
T.J. said, "We are but Mike's got a problem with his shorts. The strings boogered up and we can't get it undone."
I sat in a chair and said, "Come here, buddy. I'll help you out." I expected him to still be wearing the pants he had on when we got here, but he popped out from behind T.J. stark naked, one hand holding his new shorts and the other covering his crotch. Joey and Alex busted out laughing and when Carol turned around to see what was so funny, she sprayed Pepsi all over the counter with laughter. "Sorry, little guy, no suit, no swimming," I chuckled.
He came up to me, maintaining his cover, handed me the shorts and said, "Then you better fix these, `cause I'm swimming, shorts or no shorts."
"Okay, munchkin. Sit down and let me see what I can do." I expected him to sit on the floor or on the couch with the other boys, but instead, he climbed up in my chair and sat next to me. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the knot and not the naked little boy next to me. After a few minutes, I finally got the knot undone. I handed the shorts back to Mike to told him he could get dressed now. He stood up right in front of me, grabbed the shorts with both hands and started to put them on. I got an eyeful of his cute little body as he struggled to get them pulled on. Once they were in position, he asked me to tie the string for him. I hesitated for a moment, but realized I was stuck, and with Carol watching the whole thing. I pulled him closer, tied the string and gently tucked it inside his shorts, making sure not to touch any more skin than I absolutely had to. "Everybody got their towels and ready to go, now?"
Affirmative nods all around and we headed out to the pool, Carol and I in the rear. The boys jumped into the shallow end of the pool while Carol and I took a seat at the table. "You guys stay in the shallow end tonight. Joey and Alex, help T.J. and Mike, please, until I climb in, okay?"
"You got it, Max," they replied together.
"You handled that well, Max. Better than I did, anyway. I lost it when I turned around and saw him standing there with nothing on but a hand covering his crotch. I should have warned you that a lot of kids his age, boys especially, aren't particularly body-shy. They think nothing of taking their clothes off anytime, anywhere. You should probably get used to it, for a couple more years at least. Once they hit nine or ten, they start to realize that it's no longer appropriate to wander around naked all the time."
"A little warning would have been nice, Carol, but it was pretty funny."
"So, tell me, Max, why the towel wrap? Embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit?"
"Well, not really, it's just that it's I didn't think fast enough to get some shorts for myself when I got them for the boys and I'm wearing my old suit from college."
"Are you wearing a Speedo?"
"Yes, it's all I have. I probably shouldn't tell you, but I normally don't wear anything when I swim. It's a very private pool, after all. Though, I'm sure that's going to have to change if I'm successful with the adoption, isn't it?"
"Why would you have to change that?"
"I just assumed you and your agency wouldn't think it's quite kosher with me swimming nude with the boys."
"Max, you worry too much. Sure, Anna would probably have a cow and nix the whole thing if she knew, but she's going be relying on my reports to her and will know only what I tell her. Nothing says I have to tell her everything I know."
"So, you seem pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Why is that?"
"Well, I already told you about my sister and her wife. I been out there several times and seen their lives. They live out in Marin county on property much like yours and are very relaxed about the whole nudity thing. There girls are now 12 and 14 and they have no problem with it either. I've even joined them when I've visited. It's the most liberating experience I've ever had. I think they are pretty much like you, out here in the woods. If I had to guess, I'd say you don't wear clothes about 95% of the time, am I right?"
"Guilty as charged. I've lived out here almost 12 years now and nobody knows how I live. Except for you, now."
"Your secret's safe with me Max. I don't have a problem with nudity as long as it's not forced on someone against their will. And as I've just told you, kids are natural nudists, you actually have to force them to wear clothes most of the time. There's nothing wrong with people of any age being nude together if there's no forced sexual behavior between adults and children. That's where I draw the line. You pull that shit and you're going to jail."
"Nice to know where I stand. I'll abstain for the weekend, though, if it's all the same to you."
"Whatever floats your boat, Max. If you want to be nude now, it won't bother me at all. I've seen it all before at some of my sister's parties. I'm sure it wouldn't bother the boys, either."
"Thanks, Carol, but I think it would better for all, for now anyway, to remain at least minimally covered. This is just a `get to know each other better' weekend, not a visit to a nudist resort. Although, on second thought, if the boys thought it was cool, I'd probably wouldn't say no to going to one. I've always wanted to see what it was like."
Carol laughed and the boys spun to see what was so funny. I turned back to Carol and said, "Well, I guess I better join them and get wet. You sure you don't want to?"
"I'm sure, Max. Go have fun with your boys."
`Your boys'. I liked the sound of that. I stood, removed my towel wrap and was greeted by a chorus of whistles from Carol, Joey and Alex. I jumped in the pool and was immediately attacked by four boys. We spent the next hour swimming, diving and just generally having some fun. I noticed a few times that both Joey and Alex would brush my crotch as they goofed around, but thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I tried to help Joey float on his back that I spotted an obvious bulge in his shorts as I held him up. I turned him from Carol's view and quietly mentioned that he should have that under control before time to get out of the pool. He smirked and told me the other three had the same problem. At that point, I decided I needed to get out of the pool or I was going to have an even bigger problem, but only after telling Joey to spread the word about self-control.
I climbed out and told the boys they had five more minutes before their pool time was up for the night. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off before rejoining Carol at the table. She surprised me when I sat down and she quietly asked, "Why are all the hot guys gay?"
"You talking about me?"
"You see any other gay guys here?" she asked.
"Well, if my ears were working correctly at supper, Joey and Alex say they're gay, although I think they are really too young to know for sure one way or the other."
"Oh, they know. They told me a couple months back when I visited them at the Mueller's. You said that you knew about yourself at that age, you just suppressed it. Why do you think I recommended them as two of the boys you should meet? Did you think that was a fluke?"
"Wait, you purposely set me up with them. And you sure looked surprised at supper when they told the Mueller's why they were staying."
"The surprised look was just that they said it out loud like they did. You bet, I can't think of a better person for gay boys to grow up with than a wonderful, kind and loving gay man. Who else is better qualified to provide the guidance and help they'll need as they grow older? Certainly, not the Mueller's."
"You're right about that. Those two would probably think conversion therapy would be appropriate."
"They sure would. I'm glad you came through when you did because I knew I had to get those two boys out of that house. I just didn't know where they could go until you showed up."
"Glad I could help," I replied sarcastically. "What about T.J. and Mike. Have they told you they're gay, too?"
"Not in so many words, but T.J. was caught at school in the bathroom fellating another boy. There was a huge stink raised over it and we had to move him to another home and school to calm everyone down. I had a serious and private talk with him to let him know that his behavior is not appropriate for a bathroom at school, or anywhere else for that matter, except in the privacy of his own home. He understands that now, so I'm pretty sure he's gay as well."
"And Mike?" I asked.
"Mike probably has no clue yet what gay even means. He could go either way. However, most of the abuse dumped on him by his parents was due to his wanting to play with dolls and the fact he liked to play dress up with his mom's dresses and shoes. They couldn't accept that and tried to beat it out of him. You know as well I do that that just won't work."
"I was never beaten, but, no, that won't work. So, you've set me up with three and possibly four gay boys. You're a piece of work Carol Ward."
"I'm sorry if you think I've used you Max, even though I kinda have, but I'm thinking only of the well-being of those four boys. If anybody can take care of them properly and help guide them on their life's journey, whatever it may be, it's you. I mean, I know most boys will experiment and play around with other boys as the grow up, but from what I've seen and heard of these four, it's unlikely they'll change."
"Well, it looks like I have my work cut out for me, don't I? What do you think Anna will do or say?"
"It's hard telling, but I'm going to recommend you be allowed to adopt all four boys as soon as possible. It's the best outcome I can think of for all of them."
"Thanks, Carol. I appreciate your help in making this happen, though it was pretty devious. I'd been thinking about trying to adopt all four since our first meeting in Anna's office, but hadn't said anything yet. I didn't want to spook Anna." I turned to the pool and yelled, "Come on boys, it's time to get out and ready for bed."
"Five more minutes, Max."
"No. Now, please."
"Okay," they moaned. They climbed out of the pool and I handed them towels so they could dry off a bit before we headed back to the house. "Joey, Alex, you take a warm shower in your bathroom and T.J. and Mike, same goes for you. I'll take mine and then be down in a few minutes to check on you. Carol, make yourself at home." The four boys headed to their rooms and I headed to mine. After my shower, I came back out to the living room to check in with Carol. "Heard anything from the others yet?"
"No screaming, if that's what you're asking about."
"Not really, but I'll check in on them anyway." I stopped in T.J. and Mike's room first. They were both still under the water. When I asked if they had everything they needed or if they needed help, T.J. asked for help washing Mike's hair. I slid the shower door open just enough to reach Mike and keep the water from spraying everywhere in the bathroom. I lathered up Mike's hair and while doing so, took a moment to look at T.J. I noticed that he wasn't circumcised and decided I needed to educate myself on proper care and cleaning to avoid issues later. Both boys were as perfect as could be. I told them to finish up, dry off and meet me back in the living room after they had their pajamas on.
I headed in to check on Alex and Joey next. As I entered their room, I could hear them talking and stopped to listen before going on in.
"Did you like Max's swimsuit, Joey?"
"Yeah, that was hot. We'll have to talk him into getting some like that for us."
"I kept brushing up against his crotch in the pool, but couldn't get a rise out of him. What about you?"
"I was doing the same and nothing. Maybe when he told us that first day he wasn't into boys, he was telling the truth."
"Man, I was hard the whole time we were in the pool."
"I was too, Alex. Max saw it when he was trying to help me float and he told me I needed to get control of it before I got out. I almost lost it right there."
"Yeah, thanks for passing the word. Oh, shit, it looks like I've lost control of it again, though," Alex giggled.
"Me, too."
I decided it was time to interrupt and knocked on the door, "Boys, you okay in there? You need anything?"
"No, we're good, Max," they laughed.
"Well, hurry up. I've got a snack for you guys before bed. Get dried off and into your pajamas, then come back out to the kitchen."
"Be there in a few, Max."
I headed back to the kitchen where I found Carol, T.J. and Mike. I asked the boys what they wanted for a snack before bed and both asked for cookies if I had any. "I have Oreos and Nutter Butters, your choice." Mike asked for Oreos and T.J. went for the Nutter Butters. I set both up with 4 cookies each and a glass of milk. After I put the milk away, I turned around and found Alex and Joey coming down the hall, naked as the day they were born. Fortunately, they had control of themselves before they came on in. "Okay, what gives guys, I asked you to put on your pajamas and then come out to the kitchen for a snack, not snack first, pajamas second."
Carol turned around and about fell off her stool in shock at the sight before her. I guess she should start listening to her own warnings.
"These are our pajamas, Max. We sleep naked and have for years. Is that a problem?" said Alex.
"Yeah, the Mueller's just hated it. I think that's one of the reasons we did it," Joey added.
"I don't care if you sleep naked, but when you're out in this part of the house, you should have something on, even if it's just underwear. Especially when there are other people around."
"Oh, don't be so uptight, Max," said Carol, "Leave them be. If they're comfortable in their own skin, let `em do so."
"You're really testing me, aren't you Carol?"
Carol hopped off her stool and said, "Maybe a little. C'mon on boys, hop up here and get your snacks."
Mike and T.J. finally took a break from their snack and discovered the other two walking across the living room.
T.J. asked, "Hey, if they don't have to wear pajamas, why do we. I want to be naked, too."
"Well, T.J., I just assumed they wore pajamas to bed. Apparently, they don't. If you want to join them, don't let me stop you."
T.J. hopped off his barstool, stripped right there in the kitchen, tossed his pjs on the couch, then climbed back up on the stool to finish his snack. Mike, however, stayed in place and seemed content to remain dressed. I asked the two latecomers what cookies they wanted and they both went for the Oreos. I set them up with their cookies and milk and then stayed behind the counter so I couldn't see anything below their chests. I knew if I was on the other side of the counter where I could see three out four cute young lads, snacking in their birthday suits, that a serious problem would arise and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. We chatted idly while they finished their snack and when all were done, I suggested they head to bed and I would follow shortly to make sure they were comfortable. All four headed to their bedrooms, T.J. grabbing his pajamas off the couch as he passed, and after they were out of earshot, Carol starting laughing.
"I warned you, didn't I?"
"You sure did. And you're still testing me, aren't you."
"Sure am. And you passed with flying colors. Those boys couldn't be any safer in a monastery."
"I'm glad you have faith in me, Carol. One good thing happened tonight."
"Oh, what's that, Max?"
"I finally found a way to tell the twins apart."
"What? How?"
"Alex has one of those liver-colored birthmarks on his right behind. Of course, I can only use that clue at home, but I'll take any advantage I can get." Carol laughed again.
"Well, I'm going to turn in, also. It's been a long day and tomorrow's going to be even longer. See you in the morning, Max."
"'Night, Carol. I'll check on the boys to make sure their settled in and head to bed also."
I followed Carol down the hall until she turned for her room and I headed to the next room to check on T.J. and Mike. I crept in the room to find both boys snoring lightly. I pulled the covers up to their chins, gave them both a kiss on the forehead and then headed to check on Alex and Joey. I paused at the door and listened for a moment before going in. What I heard was muffled moans that had me puzzled. Until I actually opened the door and looked in. The twins had their heads buried in each other's crotch, bobbing up and down, in what looked to be a very well-practiced method. They were obviously well-versed in the arts of pleasuring each other. I lightly knocked on the door and then waited for one of them to say come in. When I didn't get a response, I knocked again, just little louder.
What I finally heard was muffled, but sounded like come on in, so I did. Both boys were still locked in position, heads bobbing up and down. They apparently didn't care I was standing there, watching with interest. I walked over to the bed, sat down on the edge and said, "Excuse me guys, but it's time to get some sleep."
Alex lifted his head and looked at me and said, "Wait a darn minute, we're almost there."
I couldn't believe this was coming from and eight-year old.
Joey removed his mouth from its prize and said, "Yeah, either wait or join us."
"I guess I'll have to wait then because I'm not joining you."
They both returned their mouths to their jobs and continued like I wasn't there. I can honestly say that up until that point in my life, I truly never had any sexual interest in boys, but I was rapidly becoming a convert. After two or three more minutes of pleasuring each other, I could tell they were both in the throes of wild orgasms as they were bucking and bouncing with wild abandon. They almost bounced me right off the edge of the bed. When their breathing pattern returned to normal, I said, "Okay, can you go to sleep now?"
"You bet, Max. We always sleep good after we come." They climbed off the bed, pulled the covers back and then climbed back in.
I pulled the covers up, hiding their precious bodies from view, gave them both a quick kiss on the forehead to say goodnight, then added, "We'll talk more about this tomorrow."
"G'night, Max. I hope we never have to leave." | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 12</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472711683"><span>Chapter
12 – First Night</span></a></h2>
<p><span>As
I made the turn into my drive, one of the boys asked, "Where the heck are we
going? This looks like a great spot to dump bodies."</span></p>
<p><span>"Home,"
I responded. "And you're right, these woods are filled with the bodies of all
the people who've pissed me off over the years. You be careful or you'll end
up joining them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
right. You sure look like a killer to me. Big, bad gay man with a big, bad
knife I bet. What do you call yourself? `The Gay Blade'?" Both boys were
laughing hard now.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow!
You got right it on the first try. I'll have to change it now, for sure.
Something more manly."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
you dare. `The Gay Blade' is perfect."</span></p>
<p><span>I
made the turn to the house and what I heard from the back seat shocked me.</span></p>
<p><span>"Holy
shit! This place is yours?? What'd you do, rob a bank?"</span></p>
<p><span>"First,
watch your mouth, second, yes, this is my home, and third, I didn't rob any
banks. Not that you know of, anyway." I pulled into the garage and opened the
second door so Carol could park inside also. We'd no sooner gotten out of the
car when Carol, Michael and Thomas arrived. I signaled Carol to pull inside
and she did as we made room for her. They got out of the car, the boys grabbed
their bags and I picked up Carol's bag as the garage doors were closing. We
headed into the house and I directed the boys to the first of the three spare
bedrooms.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
boys, this is the first bedroom for you to use. All three have king-size beds
at the moment, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed."</span></p>
<p><span>Joseph
or Alexander said, "No big deal with us. We always sleep in the same bed even
though the Mueller's didn't like it much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
why don't you two take this room, Thomas and Michael can have the next one and
Ms. Ward can take the third. Sound okay, everyone?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
Mr. Sanders. Where's your bedroom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mine
is on the other side of the house. Why don't you put your things in your rooms
and then meet us in the living room right down the hall?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,"
they responded.</span></p>
<p><span>Carol
and I headed on down the hall and after dropping her bag in her room for the
weekend, headed on into the living room. "I gotta tell you, Max, this is one
very nice house. I wish I lived here."</span></p>
<p><span>I
laughed as I responded, "All my visitors think the same thing, Carol. To me,
it's just a house. I'm hoping with a boy or two in it, it will finally become
a home."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
going to do everything I can to help make your dream become reality, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Carol. I think I'm going to need it." </span></p>
<p><span>The
boys came in to join us. Alexander, I think, asked, "Hey, Mr. Sanders, there
were some grey shorts on the bed in our room. What are those for?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
there were a couple in our room, too. What's the deal?" Thomas added.</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
get to those in a few minutes, boys," I replied. "Have seat for just a
moment." I pointed to the couch and had them sit so we could chat. "Okay,
boys, I have a few ground rules for this weekend. The first one is that you
are expected to have fun and enjoy yourselves. Think you can all do that?" I
received nods from all four. "Good. Second, if you want something or want to
do something, ask. If you don't ask, I won't know what you want. Sound all
right?" Again, four nodding heads. "Third, please call me Max. For this
weekend, at least. I don't want to hear Mr. Sanders all weekend. Mr. Sanders
is my dad and I'm Max. Got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
Max," I heard from all four.</span></p>
<p><span>"Now
that we all know what to call me this weekend, what about you guys. Do you
want me to use your full names as we have so far or do you prefer something
else?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey
for me and my brother likes Alex," Joey started.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
Joseph and Alexander are way too long," Alex added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
we have Joey and Alex, what about you two?" I asked looking to Thomas and
Michael.</span></p>
<p><span>Thomas
answered, "I like T.J. My middle name's James and all my friends call me T.J."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
since I want to be your friend, also, T.J. it is." I turned to Michael, "And
you, Michael?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mike,
I guess" he whispered. </span></p>
<p><span>"It's
your choice young man. If you want Mike, then Mike it shall be. If you want
to be called Chuck, we'll call you Chuck or Tim or Carl or anything you want."</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
looked at me with a puzzled look in his eyes. "Why'd you want to use any of
those other names? They aren't mine. My name is Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
Mike, you got it. Now that we have that out of the way, let me show you the
rest of the house. This is obviously the living room and you've seen those
three bedrooms. Across the hall from your rooms is a small bathroom and the
laundry room. Over here is the kitchen and eating area. I usually eat at the
counter, but since there aren't enough stools for everyone, I figure we'll be
using the table over there for most of our meals. Follow me and you'll see the
rest. This is my bedroom and bathroom and the room next to it is my study.
Each of the other three bedrooms have their own bathrooms, also, in case you
didn't notice. And down this hall," I paused as I grabbed the door knob and
pushed the door open, "is the home theater."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
this is cool, Max. You mean we can watch TV and movies in here?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Movies,
TV, music, Xbox games, you name it. I have satellite for the TV, a large
collection of movies and a fair assortment of games, not that I play them that
much, and a wide variety of music. Each of the bedrooms is connected to the
satellite, but the music and games are limited to here for now. If you guys
start wanting to listen to music more, I'll make some modifications to the
systems to allow it to be played in any room. There's also a pool table in the
back of the room over here, but I'll have to limit your play to when I'm here
to help. At least for a while."</span></p>
<p><span>From
T.J. I hear, "This is one cool house, Max. I'm glad you asked us to come out
for the weekend."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
glad you like it so far."</span></p>
<p><span>"So
far? Does that mean there's more?" asked Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
there's something else, but I'm not sure you're ready for it just yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not?" from Joey and "C'mon, Max" from Alex, "Quit holding out on us. What else
you got?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
follow me." I led them to the glass doors at the back of the living room and
had them line up facing the outside. All four pressed their noses against the
glass, straining to get a better look at what lay in the darkness outside. I
glanced at Carol and grinned as she smiled back. I walked to the end of the
glass and flipped the switch to turn on the outside lights. </span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
man, you've got a pool out there!!" T.J. screamed.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know. You want a closer look?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, let's go."</span></p>
<p><span>We
grabbed our jackets and headed out to the pool. I unlocked and opened the door
so we could enter. "One rule with the pool. Nobody, and I mean nobody, swims
alone. I will always be out here while you are in the pool. The doors to the
shelter will be locked and I have the only key. If I'm not here or busy, no
swimming. Understood?"</span></p>
<p><span> A
chorus of four "Yesses" told me they got it.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love to swim. Can we go swimming now, Max? Ple-e-e-ase!!?" begged Mike. That
was the loudest he had spoken so far and I was starting to feel a bit better
about him and his reaction to being here.</span></p>
<p><span>"Now
you know why the shorts are on your beds. You guys go get changed and I'll do
the same. Carol, are you going to join us in the pool?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Darn,"
she giggled, "I forgot my suit. Guess I'll just have to sit on the sidelines
and watch," she smiled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
boys, we'll meet back in the living room. And grab towels from the bathrooms
when you come back. GO!" They scurried off to get changed while Carol and I
walked slowly back to the house. "You sure you don't want to join us, Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
might hang my legs into the pool, but I won't get in. I'm terrified of the
water and it just wouldn't be a good scene."</span></p>
<p><span>I
chuckled and said, "No problems, Carol. If you want something to drink or a
snack or something, help yourself. I stocked up on a bit of everything for the
weekend." </span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Max. I'll be waiting here for you guys."</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed to my bedroom to change, thanking my lucky stars I'd held on to my old
swimsuit from college. If I'd been thinking at Walmart, I would have gotten myself
new shorts like I got for the boys, but I was lucky to remember them, let alone
something for myself. It wasn't until I pulled open the dresser drawer that it
hit me my college suit was a Speedo. Oh, well, it wasn't too embarrassing in
college, I guess I could deal with it again. This would be my first-time
swimming with anything on in a long time and I hoped it wouldn't be too
uncomfortable.</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed out the living room with towel wrapped around my waist, found Alex and
Joey sitting patiently on the couch and Carol was at the kitchen bar drinking a
diet Pepsi. I asked about T.J. and Mike and all I got was shoulder shrugs from
the twins. I called to the other two and out came T.J. in his shorts and Mike
was hiding behind him. I said, "Come on, guys, the pool's waiting and I'm not
getting any younger."</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
said, "We are but Mike's got a problem with his shorts. The strings boogered
up and we can't get it undone."</span></p>
<p><span>I
sat in a chair and said, "Come here, buddy. I'll help you out." I expected
him to still be wearing the pants he had on when we got here, but he popped out
from behind T.J. stark naked, one hand holding his new shorts and the other
covering his crotch. Joey and Alex busted out laughing and when Carol turned
around to see what was so funny, she sprayed Pepsi all over the counter with
laughter. "Sorry, little guy, no suit, no swimming," I chuckled. </span></p>
<p><span>He
came up to me, maintaining his cover, handed me the shorts and said, "Then you
better fix these, `cause I'm swimming, shorts or no shorts."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
munchkin. Sit down and let me see what I can do." I expected him to sit on
the floor or on the couch with the other boys, but instead, he climbed up in my
chair and sat next to me. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the knot
and not the naked little boy next to me. After a few minutes, I finally got
the knot undone. I handed the shorts back to Mike to told him he could get
dressed now. He stood up right in front of me, grabbed the shorts with both
hands and started to put them on. I got an eyeful of his cute little body as
he struggled to get them pulled on. Once they were in position, he asked me to
tie the string for him. I hesitated for a moment, but realized I was stuck,
and with Carol watching the whole thing. I pulled him closer, tied the string
and gently tucked it inside his shorts, making sure not to touch any more skin
than I absolutely had to. "Everybody got their towels and ready to go, now?"</span></p>
<p><span>Affirmative
nods all around and we headed out to the pool, Carol and I in the rear. The
boys jumped into the shallow end of the pool while Carol and I took a seat at
the table. "You guys stay in the shallow end tonight. Joey and Alex, help
T.J. and Mike, please, until I climb in, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, Max," they replied together.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
handled that well, Max. Better than I did, anyway. I lost it when I turned
around and saw him standing there with nothing on but a hand covering his crotch.
I should have warned you that a lot of kids his age, boys especially, aren't
particularly body-shy. They think nothing of taking their clothes off anytime,
anywhere. You should probably get used to it, for a couple more years at
least. Once they hit nine or ten, they start to realize that it's no longer
appropriate to wander around naked all the time."</span></p>
<p><span>"A
little warning would have been nice, Carol, but it was pretty funny."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
tell me, Max, why the towel wrap? Embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
not really, it's just that it's I didn't think fast enough to get some shorts
for myself when I got them for the boys and I'm wearing my old suit from
college."</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you wearing a Speedo?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
it's all I have. I probably shouldn't tell you, but I normally don't wear
anything when I swim. It's a very private pool, after all. Though, I'm sure
that's going to have to change if I'm successful with the adoption, isn't it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
would you have to change that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
just assumed you and your agency wouldn't think it's quite kosher with me swimming
nude with the boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,
you worry too much. Sure, Anna would probably have a cow and nix the whole
thing if she knew, but she's going be relying on my reports to her and will
know only what I tell her. Nothing says I have to tell her <i>everything</i> I
know."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
you seem pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Why is that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I already told you about my sister and her wife. I been out there several
times and seen their lives. They live out in Marin county on property much like
yours and are very relaxed about the whole nudity thing. There girls are now
12 and 14 and they have no problem with it either. I've even joined them when
I've visited. It's the most liberating experience I've ever had. I think they
are pretty much like you, out here in the woods. If I had to guess, I'd say
you don't wear clothes about 95% of the time, am I right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Guilty
as charged. I've lived out here almost 12 years now and nobody knows how I
live. Except for you, now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Your
secret's safe with me Max. I don't have a problem with nudity as long as it's
not forced on someone against their will. And as I've just told you, kids are
natural nudists, you actually have to force them to wear clothes most of the
time. There's nothing wrong with people of any age being nude together if
there's no forced sexual behavior between adults and children. That's where I
draw the line. You pull that shit and you're going to jail."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to know where I stand. I'll abstain for the weekend, though, if it's all the
same to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever
floats your boat, Max. If you want to be nude now, it won't bother me at all.
I've seen it all before at some of my sister's parties. I'm sure it wouldn't
bother the boys, either."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Carol, but I think it would better for all, for now anyway, to remain at least
minimally covered. This is just a `get to know each other better' weekend, not
a visit to a nudist resort. Although, on second thought, if the boys thought
it was cool, I'd probably wouldn't say no to going to one. I've always wanted
to see what it was like."</span></p>
<p><span>Carol
laughed and the boys spun to see what was so funny. I turned back to Carol and
said, "Well, I guess I better join them and get wet. You sure you don't want
to?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure, Max. Go have fun with your boys."</span></p>
<p><span>`Your
boys'. I liked the sound of that. I stood, removed my towel wrap and was
greeted by a chorus of whistles from Carol, Joey and Alex. I jumped in the
pool and was immediately attacked by four boys. We spent the next hour
swimming, diving and just generally having some fun. I noticed a few times
that both Joey and Alex would brush my crotch as they goofed around, but
thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I tried to help Joey float on his back
that I spotted an obvious bulge in his shorts as I held him up. I turned him
from Carol's view and quietly mentioned that he should have that under control
before time to get out of the pool. He smirked and told me the other three had
the same problem. At that point, I decided I needed to get out of the pool or
I was going to have an even bigger problem, but only after telling Joey to
spread the word about self-control.</span></p>
<p><span>I
climbed out and told the boys they had five more minutes before their pool time
was up for the night. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off before
rejoining Carol at the table. She surprised me when I sat down and she quietly
asked, "Why are all the hot guys gay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
talking about me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
see any other gay guys here?" she asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if my ears were working correctly at supper, Joey and Alex say they're gay,
although I think they are really too young to know for sure one way or the
other."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
they know. They told me a couple months back when I visited them at the
Mueller's. You said that you knew about yourself at that age, you just
suppressed it. Why do you think I recommended them as two of the boys you
should meet? Did you think that was a fluke?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
you purposely set me up with them. And you sure looked surprised at supper
when they told the Mueller's why they were staying."</span></p>
<p><span>"The
surprised look was just that they said it out loud like they did. You bet, I
can't think of a better person for gay boys to grow up with than a wonderful,
kind and loving gay man. Who else is better qualified to provide the guidance
and help they'll need as they grow older? Certainly, not the Mueller's."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
right about that. Those two would probably think conversion therapy would be
appropriate."</span></p>
<p><span>"They
sure would. I'm glad you came through when you did because I knew I had to get
those two boys out of that house. I just didn't know where they could go until
you showed up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Glad
I could help," I replied sarcastically. "What about T.J. and Mike. Have they
told you they're gay, too?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
in so many words, but T.J. was caught at school in the bathroom fellating
another boy. There was a huge stink raised over it and we had to move him to
another home and school to calm everyone down. I had a serious and private
talk with him to let him know that his behavior is not appropriate for a
bathroom at school, or anywhere else for that matter, except in the privacy of
his own home. He understands that now, so I'm pretty sure he's gay as well."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
Mike?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Mike
probably has no clue yet what gay even means. He could go either way.
However, most of the abuse dumped on him by his parents was due to his wanting
to play with dolls and the fact he liked to play dress up with his mom's
dresses and shoes. They couldn't accept that and tried to beat it out of him.
You know as well I do that that just won't work."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was never beaten, but, no, that won't work. So, you've set me up with three
and possibly four gay boys. You're a piece of work Carol Ward."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry if you think I've used you Max, even though I kinda have, but I'm
thinking only of the well-being of those four boys. If anybody can take care
of them properly and help guide them on their life's journey, whatever it may
be, it's you. I mean, I know most boys will experiment and play around with
other boys as the grow up, but from what I've seen and heard of these four,
it's unlikely they'll change."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
it looks like I have my work cut out for me, don't I? What do you think Anna
will do or say?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
hard telling, but I'm going to recommend you be allowed to adopt all four boys
as soon as possible. It's the best outcome I can think of for all of them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Carol. I appreciate your help in making this happen, though it was pretty
devious. I'd been thinking about trying to adopt all four since our first
meeting in Anna's office, but hadn't said anything yet. I didn't want to spook
Anna." I turned to the pool and yelled, "Come on boys, it's time to get out
and ready for bed."</span></p>
<p><span>"Five
more minutes, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"No.
Now, please."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,"
they moaned. They climbed out of the pool and I handed them towels so they
could dry off a bit before we headed back to the house. "Joey, Alex, you take
a warm shower in your bathroom and T.J. and Mike, same goes for you. I'll take
mine and then be down in a few minutes to check on you. Carol, make yourself
at home." The four boys headed to their rooms and I headed to mine. After my
shower, I came back out to the living room to check in with Carol. "Heard
anything from the others yet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
screaming, if that's what you're asking about."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
really, but I'll check in on them anyway." I stopped in T.J. and Mike's room
first. They were both still under the water. When I asked if they had
everything they needed or if they needed help, T.J. asked for help washing
Mike's hair. I slid the shower door open just enough to reach Mike and keep
the water from spraying everywhere in the bathroom. I lathered up Mike's hair
and while doing so, took a moment to look at T.J. I noticed that he wasn't
circumcised and decided I needed to educate myself on proper care and cleaning
to avoid issues later. Both boys were as perfect as could be. I told them to
finish up, dry off and meet me back in the living room after they had their
pajamas on.</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed in to check on Alex and Joey next. As I entered their room, I could
hear them talking and stopped to listen before going on in.</span></p>
<p><span>"Did
you like Max's swimsuit, Joey?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that was hot. We'll have to talk him into getting some like that for us."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
kept brushing up against his crotch in the pool, but couldn't get a rise out of
him. What about you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was doing the same and nothing. Maybe when he told us that first day he wasn't
into boys, he was telling the truth."</span></p>
<p><span>"Man,
I was hard the whole time we were in the pool."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was too, Alex. Max saw it when he was trying to help me float and he told me I
needed to get control of it before I got out. I almost lost it right there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
thanks for passing the word. Oh, shit, it looks like I've lost control of it
again, though," Alex giggled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Me,
too."</span></p>
<p><span>I
decided it was time to interrupt and knocked on the door, "Boys, you okay in
there? You need anything?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
we're good, Max," they laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
hurry up. I've got a snack for you guys before bed. Get dried off and into
your pajamas, then come back out to the kitchen."</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
there in a few, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed back to the kitchen where I found Carol, T.J. and Mike. I asked the
boys what they wanted for a snack before bed and both asked for cookies if I
had any. "I have Oreos and Nutter Butters, your choice." Mike asked for Oreos
and T.J. went for the Nutter Butters. I set both up with 4 cookies each and a
glass of milk. After I put the milk away, I turned around and found Alex and
Joey coming down the hall, naked as the day they were born. Fortunately, they
had control of themselves before they came on in. "Okay, what gives guys, I
asked you to put on your pajamas and then come out to the kitchen for a snack,
not snack first, pajamas second."</span></p>
<p><span>Carol
turned around and about fell off her stool in shock at the sight before her. I
guess she should start listening to her own warnings.</span></p>
<p><span>"These
are our pajamas, Max. We sleep naked and have for years. Is that a problem?"
said Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
the Mueller's just hated it. I think that's one of the reasons we did it,"
Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't care if you sleep naked, but when you're out in this part of the house,
you should have something on, even if it's just underwear. Especially when
there are other people around."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
don't be so uptight, Max," said Carol, "Leave them be. If they're comfortable
in their own skin, let `em do so."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
really testing me, aren't you Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>Carol
hopped off her stool and said, "Maybe a little. C'mon on boys, hop up here and
get your snacks." </span></p>
<p><span>Mike
and T.J. finally took a break from their snack and discovered the other two
walking across the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
asked, "Hey, if they don't have to wear pajamas, why do we. I want to be
naked, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
T.J., I just assumed they wore pajamas to bed. Apparently, they don't. If you
want to join them, don't let me stop you."</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
hopped off his barstool, stripped right there in the kitchen, tossed his pjs on
the couch, then climbed back up on the stool to finish his snack. Mike,
however, stayed in place and seemed content to remain dressed. I asked the two
latecomers what cookies they wanted and they both went for the Oreos. I set
them up with their cookies and milk and then stayed behind the counter so I
couldn't see anything below their chests. I knew if I was on the other side of
the counter where I could see three out four cute young lads, snacking in their
birthday suits, that a serious problem would arise and I wanted to avoid that
at all costs. We chatted idly while they finished their snack and when all
were done, I suggested they head to bed and I would follow shortly to make sure
they were comfortable. All four headed to their bedrooms, T.J. grabbing his
pajamas off the couch as he passed, and after they were out of earshot, Carol
starting laughing.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
warned you, didn't I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
sure did. And you're still testing me, aren't you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
am. And you passed with flying colors. Those boys couldn't be any safer in a
monastery."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
glad you have faith in me, Carol. One good thing happened tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
what's that, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
finally found a way to tell the twins apart."</span></p>
<p><span>"What?
How?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Alex
has one of those liver-colored birthmarks on his right behind. Of course, I
can only use that clue at home, but I'll take any advantage I can get." Carol
laughed again.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm going to turn in, also. It's been a long day and tomorrow's going to be
even longer. See you in the morning, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"'Night,
Carol. I'll check on the boys to make sure their settled in and head to bed
also."</span></p>
<p><span>I
followed Carol down the hall until she turned for her room and I headed to the
next room to check on T.J. and Mike. I crept in the room to find both boys
snoring lightly. I pulled the covers up to their chins, gave them both a kiss
on the forehead and then headed to check on Alex and Joey. I paused at the
door and listened for a moment before going in. What I heard was muffled moans
that had me puzzled. Until I actually opened the door and looked in. The
twins had their heads buried in each other's crotch, bobbing up and down, in
what looked to be a very well-practiced method. They were obviously
well-versed in the arts of pleasuring each other. I lightly knocked on the
door and then waited for one of them to say come in. When I didn't get a
response, I knocked again, just little louder.</span></p>
<p><span>What
I finally heard was muffled, but sounded like come on in, so I did. Both boys
were still locked in position, heads bobbing up and down. They apparently
didn't care I was standing there, watching with interest. I walked over to the
bed, sat down on the edge and said, "Excuse me guys, but it's time to get some
sleep." </span></p>
<p><span>Alex
lifted his head and looked at me and said, "Wait a darn minute, we're almost
there."</span></p>
<p><span>I
couldn't believe this was coming from and eight-year old. </span></p>
<p><span>Joey
removed his mouth from its prize and said, "Yeah, either wait or join us."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess I'll have to wait then because I'm not joining you."</span></p>
<p><span>They
both returned their mouths to their jobs and continued like I wasn't there. I
can honestly say that up until that point in my life, I truly never had any sexual
interest in boys, but I was rapidly becoming a convert. After two or three
more minutes of pleasuring each other, I could tell they were both in the
throes of wild orgasms as they were bucking and bouncing with wild abandon.
They almost bounced me right off the edge of the bed. When their breathing
pattern returned to normal, I said, "Okay, can you go to sleep now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, Max. We always sleep good after we come." They climbed off the bed,
pulled the covers back and then climbed back in. </span></p>
<p><span>I
pulled the covers up, hiding their precious bodies from view, gave them both a
quick kiss on the forehead to say goodnight, then added, "We'll talk more about
this tomorrow."</span></p>
<p><span>"G'night, Max. I hope we never have to
leave."</span></p>
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Chapter 16 – Tom
"Privately?" he added.
"Sure thing, after what you did for me earlier, I owe you. Let make sure the boys are okay and we'll go to the study, okay?"
I went to T.J. and Mike's room where the boys were still sorting stuff. "Are you four doing okay? You got enough to keep yourselves busy a while longer?"
"Yeah, we're great, Max," Joey answered. "We're having a blast."
"We got a lot to dig though, too," added Alex.
"Good, Tom wants to talk to me about something so he and I are going to the study. If you need anything, come knock on the door."
"Will do, Max," answered T.J.
I headed back to the living room, "Let's go Tom." Tom followed me to the study and after we entered, I closed the door. "Okay, what's on your mind. You seemed pretty to be in pretty deep thought out there."
"Can I ask you a personal question, Max?"
"Well, you can sure ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer it."
"Fair enough," Tom replied. "I was wondering, how did, I mean, when, uh... Oh, hell, I don't think I wanna do this now."
"Spit it out, Tom. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
"Okay, just know I'm not real comfortable with this. What I want to know is, I guess, is how long did it take you to get so comfortable with being who you are."
"What, the fame and fortune thing?"
"No, Max, the being gay thing?"
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that."
"It wasn't easy, let me tell you. I've told you how I've lived out here 12 years, alone, writing my last three books. What I didn't tell you about is the amount of time I spent those 12 years self-analyzing. It wasn't until just recently that I came to understand myself to the point that I was finally willing to accept I'm homosexual."
"12 years? That long? Damn, how'd you do it?"
"Very slowly, obviously."
"Well, when did you first think you might be?"
"I was about seven or eight when I first realized I was different from most of the other boys I knew. When they started talking about girls and things, I was still thinking about my friend David's body and how I'd like to know that body much better than I did. I suppressed all those feelings for an awful long time and finally realized it was killing me. I mean, here I am successful author, nice house, money, whatever I could want except for what my heart wanted. I guess I've finally decided to let my heart have a say in how I live the rest of my life."
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"What do you mean, Tom?"
"That's about when it happened with me, too. I guess I was ten or eleven, so a little later than you, but not by much."
"Wait, are you telling you're gay, too."
"I guess I am. I've hidden that side of myself, I thought pretty well. Until this afternoon."
"How so, Tom, what happened today that changed your mindset?"
"First, it was dealing with those sanctimonious, uptight assholes, the Mueller's. I mean, I knew you were gay because Carol told me when she called about being there today to help, but seeing the shit they put you through, for no reason except for you being who you are, it really pissed me off. And you stood up to them. You were way more polite than they deserved. And then, with what my sergeant said, I guess that kind of finished it off for me."
"Dylan? What'd he say?"
"He told me he knew I was gay from the moment he hired me. I guess I haven't been as successful at hiding it as I thought I was. Being a gay cop is tough, dealing with the bullshit from the other guys on the force if they knew, I just didn't want to deal with it, so I buried it. If they knew about it, they'd make my life a living hell."
"Well, Tom, you're secret's safe with me. It' not like I'm going to run around town telling everybody I see that Deputy Tom Wright of the Sangamon County Sherriff's department is a flaming fag."
"God, I hope not. I'd have to bury your body among all those trees out there." I had to laugh at that. "No, seriously Max, how should I handle this?"
"Just be who you are. If somebody asks, tell the truth. I haven't told many people about myself, but the ones I have don't seems to care, except, of course, the Mueller's, and I don't give a shit what they think. In the grand scheme of my life, they mean nothing."
"Just be myself. Yeah, right."
"I know, Tom, it's a whole lot easier saying it than doing it. But let me tell you, once you start living your life that way, there's no turning back the clock."
"I know, I guess that's why I keep hiding behind the uniform. It's easier to deny it."
"I wish I could have accepted it long ago, then I could have started on a family much earlier. Better late than never, I guess."
"Thanks, Max. I'm feeling better about things now."
"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"Yeah, but not yet."
"Oh, hell, Tom, you've already dropped a huge bomb, get it over with and move one."
"I guess I have, haven't I. Okay, here goes. You remember those not so subtle comments I made during the nickel tour about being able to getting used to living here, you adopting me, and so on?"
"Yeah, that was pretty funny."
"I hope the others thought so, too, but, deep down, I was kind of being serious."
"Wait a minute, Tom, what are you really saying."
"I guess I'm saying I'm attracted to you. And I think I'd like to get know you better, much better."
"Whoa, hold it right there," I started, but Tom interrupted.
"I knew it, damn it, I went too fucking far. Son-of-a-bitch. Okay, Max, I'll be going now."
"Sit your ass back down, Tom, you're not dropping a bomb like that and running away from it. Let me finish what I was going to say." He returned to his chair and I continued, "I know we just met this afternoon, under less than ideal circumstances, but when I said that I thought we could be great friends, I meant it, 100%."
"What, you really meant that?"
"I sure did. Obviously, I didn't know you were gay when I said it, but that doesn't change how I feel. I think we truly could be great friends, but we need to take it a day at a time and see how things go. I've got a lot of changes happening in my life right now and I need to really think hard about it before I add anything else to the mix right now."
"So, you're saying not now, but someday, maybe, right?"
"Exactly. I need to think about what's best for the boys first, before I try to add to that. At least for a while. I really would like to know you better, but you have to give me some time, Tom. Plus, you need to know what you'd be getting yourself into."
"What do you mean, Max?"
"You remember that comment from Frank this afternoon about getting any trace of `those little bastard pervert faggots' out of their home."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, that comes from something the twins said last night at Steak `n Shake. The boys told the Mueller's that they weren't going with them and they were going with me because they're gay, too. In fact, they said it loud enough, they pretty much told everybody there. Then, last night, after they'd been here less than five hours, I caught them in their bedroom, giving each other a mutual blowjob. It was pretty obvious, even to me, it wasn't their first time. When I told them it was time to go sleep, you want to know what they said to me?"
"Probably not, but tell me anyway."
"They begged for a few more minutes as they were almost `there'. Then, they added I could either wait or join them."
"You're shittin' me!"
"Not a bit, Tom. And there's more you need to know."
"Now, I know you're shittin' me. What more could there possibly be?"
"Not at all, Tom. T.J., so I've been told, was caught at his school giving a blowjob to another boy in the bathroom and he was moved to a new foster home and school as a result." Tom's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Wait, there's more. Mike was removed from his parents because he was being severely abused. You wanna guess why?"
"Not really, but you're gonna' tell me anyway, aren't you?"
"He liked to play dress-up with his mom's things and his parents didn't like it so they tried to beat it out of him. How do think that would have turned out for Mike?"
"He'd probably end up dead with his parents rotting in jail for the rest of their lives."
"Exactly. Those four boys were placed with me because I'm gay and they all four have shown they are most likely gay, too, either through what they've said or done. Carol has been looking for a good home or homes for all four of them for quite a while and when I showed up at the agency's doorstep, it was like her prayers had been answered. She couldn't believe her luck when she found out who I was."
"Unbelievable. So, you've gone from a confused single guy to being a gay father of four possibly gay boys in the space of what, two, three months?"
"Precisely. Can you now see why I need to take things a little slower and see how life shakes out? I'm dead serious about getting to know you better, but I just need to take it slowly. And you need to know what you're getting yourself into. Are you willing to give me some time to sort things out?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'm not going anywhere."
"Thanks, Tom, I appreciate you're understanding." I stood up, walked to his chair and held my arms out. Tom slowly stood up and we wrapped our arms around each other in a warm embrace. At that moment, there was light tapping on the door and it popped open. I turned to see four pairs of eyes looking at the two of us and heard lots of giggling.
"See," Alex said, "I told you guys the cop was gay."
"And I told you he had the hots for Max," Joey added.
Tom and I guiltily broke our embrace. "Boys, come here. How long have you been listening at the door?"
"Um, the whole time," Alex mumbled.
"We're sorry, Max," added T.J. "We know we shouldn't have, but we couldn't help it. Please don't send us back," he cried.
"I'm not sending you anywhere. But you all need to understand what privacy is and you have to respect peoples' need for it. When a door is closed, you knock on it and wait for a response before you just come on in."
"Yes, sir," they all mumbled.
"Well, since it seems you've heard everything we had to say to each other, what do you have to say about it?"
"I think it's great, Max, you guys look good together," Joey said.
"Yeah, you deserve to have someone to love, like Joey and I do," added Alex.
"T.J., Mike?"
T.J. answered, "I like Tom. He seems like a nice guy, for a cop.".
"Nice to know I have your approval, T.J.," Tom chuckled. "And Mike?"
"I don't know. I guess if you two like each other, that's all that matters."
"Well, boys, it's not all that matters, but yeah, it's a big step in the right direction. It also matters how you guys feel about Tom and me getting to know each other better. You four have just moved in and I don't want to do anything you're not okay with. I have to think about what's best for you and not just myself."
"I think I can say for all us, Max, that we'd be good with it," Joey answered. "Tom proved he's a good guy when he stood up to those assholes we lived with."
"Yeah," added Alex, "we always wanted to do it, but knew if we did, they'd probably kick us out. Then, we'd probably end up getting separated and we weren't gonna' let that happen."
"Does anybody besides me need a snack or drink? I'm thirsty and we can continue this discussion in the kitchen."
"Yeah," chorused four boys and Tom added, "I could sure use a drink. A hard one if you've got any."
"The hardest thing I have is some Corona, but no limes."
"I'll take it," he said as we all headed to the kitchen.
I got the boys set with their milk and cookies and grabbed a Corona for Tom and me. The boys sat at the counter on the stools while Tom and I stood on the other side of the counter.
"Okay, guys, here's what we'll do. Tom and I will spend some time getting to know each other better while the five of us do the same. I'm sure Tom will be spending some of his spare time around here, are you cool with that?"
"Yeah, that's fine, Max."
"Okay with you, Tom?"
"You bet."
"Good. Now, if a door is closed, you will knock and wait for an answer before opening the door. If a door is open, we'll assume we're welcome to come in without knocking. Does that sound reasonable?"
"Yep, what's next?"
"If you ever want to talk about anything, and I mean anything, you come to me and ask. No subject is off-limits. If you want to talk alone, we'll talk alone, if you want a group chat, we'll do that. Anything else you want to know about right now?"
The boys looked at each other and broke into wide grins. Alex said, "We all want to know about one more thing, but they're too chicken to ask, so they told me I have to."
I had a feeling of what was coming, but it was too late to stop since I'd already said no subject was off-limits. "And what's that, Alex? It is Alex and not Joey, right? I'm not sure since you're both dressed." Tom raised his eyebrows and gave me an odd look.
"Of course, it is. Last night, you said that when we were out in this part of the house, we should be wearing something, even if it was just underwear, especially when other people were here. Is Tom `other people' or is he one of us now?"
Tom spewed Corona all over the counter when he heard the question. I just rolled my eyes, shrugged and answered, "I guess we should ask Tom and see what he says." I turned to him and asked, "So, Tom, are you `other people' or are you `one of us'?"
"I guess that all depends on what you're talking about, Max. You want to give me a few details before I answer?"
"Even the boys don't know this yet, but, for the last 12 years I've lived here, I have rarely worn clothes." Five sets of eyes opened wide at that statement. "I know, but I lived here alone, in the middle of nowhere for a reason. You can only see the house from the air. It's a great way to live. I thought I would have to change that with boys moving in, but after last night, I'm not so sure."
"Why, what happened last night?" Tom asked.
"Oh, it was a sight, for sure. I thought Carol was gonna' die."
"Quite stalling and tell me."
"Okay, we'd gone for a swim. After we were done, I told the boys to get showered, dress in their pajamas and come back to the kitchen for a snack before they went to bed. T.J. and Mike were first out and they showed up in regular jammies. They'd just started eatin' their cookies when here come Alex and Joey, struttin' down the hallway in their birthday suits, not a care in the world." Tom sputtered wildly as he processed that image and the boys all snickered. "I told them it was pajamas first, snack second, not the other way around. That's when Carol turned around and about fell off her stool. They told me, rather bluntly, that they were wearing their pajamas, that they'd slept naked for years. But that's not the best part."
"It gets better? How?"
"Well, T.J. said that if they could be naked, why couldn't he? When I told him and Mike they were free to join the twins if they wanted, T.J. got off his stool, stripped off his pajamas, then sat back down to finish his snack. The three of them just sat there, muchnin' their cookies like nothing weird was going on. So, that's the story and now they want to know, I guess, if they have to wear clothes around you or not. That is what you're asking, right?"
"Exactly, Max," Joey answered and looked at Tom for an answer to the question.
"Well," Tom started, "I've been known to lounge around my apartment in the raw. And I don't have any aversion to being seen nude or seeing others nude. I can't tell how many locker rooms I've been in and nobody seems to care. If they want to go naked around here, I sure won't say anything."
At that, all four boys hopped off their stools, stripped their clothes off and hopped back up to their stools. Then Alex looked at me and said, "Your turn, guys."
"Um, I don't think that's a good idea, Alex."
"Why not, if we're naked, you should be, too. You said you used to be like this all the time before we moved in," T.J. argued.
"That's true, but there weren't any kids around, either. I don't think the adoption agency would look too favorably on adults being naked around young kids."
"I won't tell `em," Joey said, "will you?" he asked, looking to the other boys.
"I ain't tellin' no one," came from Alex.
"My lips are sealed," added T.J.
"What you talkin' `bout?" asked Mike.
I looked to Tom and said, "When in Rome," and started to remove my shirt. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 16</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472711687"><span>Chapter
16 – Tom</span></a></h2>
<p><span>"Privately?"
he added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, after what you did for me earlier, I owe you. Let make sure the boys
are okay and we'll go to the study, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
went to T.J. and Mike's room where the boys were still sorting stuff. "Are you
four doing okay? You got enough to keep yourselves busy a while longer?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we're great, Max," Joey answered. "We're having a blast."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
got a lot to dig though, too," added Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
Tom wants to talk to me about something so he and I are going to the study. If
you need anything, come knock on the door."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do, Max," answered T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed back to the living room, "Let's go Tom." Tom followed me to the study
and after we entered, I closed the door. "Okay, what's on your mind. You
seemed pretty to be in pretty deep thought out there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
I ask you a personal question, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you can sure ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fair
enough," Tom replied. "I was wondering, how did, I mean, when, uh... Oh, hell,
I don't think I wanna do this now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Spit
it out, Tom. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
just know I'm not real comfortable with this. What I want to know is, I guess,
is how long did it take you to get so comfortable with being who you are."</span></p>
<p><span>"What,
the fame and fortune thing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
Max, the being gay thing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
wasn't easy, let me tell you. I've told you how I've lived out here 12 years,
alone, writing my last three books. What I didn't tell you about is the amount
of time I spent those 12 years self-analyzing. It wasn't until just recently
that I came to understand myself to the point that I was finally willing to
accept I'm homosexual."</span></p>
<p><span>"12
years? That long? Damn, how'd you do it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
slowly, obviously."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
when did you first think you might be?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was about seven or eight when I first realized I was different from most of the
other boys I knew. When they started talking about girls and things, I was
still thinking about my friend David's body and how I'd like to know that body
much better than I did. I suppressed all those feelings for an awful long time
and finally realized it was killing me. I mean, here I am successful author,
nice house, money, whatever I could want except for what my heart wanted. I
guess I've finally decided to let my heart have a say in how I live the rest of
my life."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that sounds about right."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
do you mean, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
about when it happened with me, too. I guess I was ten or eleven, so a little
later than you, but not by much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
are you telling you're gay, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess I am. I've hidden that side of myself, I thought pretty well. Until
this afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
so, Tom, what happened today that changed your mindset?"</span></p>
<p><span>"First,
it was dealing with those sanctimonious, uptight assholes, the Mueller's. I
mean, I knew you were gay because Carol told me when she called about being
there today to help, but seeing the shit they put you through, for no reason
except for you being who you are, it really pissed me off. And you stood up to
them. You were way more polite than they deserved. And then, with what my
sergeant said, I guess that kind of finished it off for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Dylan?
What'd he say?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He
told me he knew I was gay from the moment he hired me. I guess I haven't been
as successful at hiding it as I thought I was. Being a gay cop is tough,
dealing with the bullshit from the other guys on the force if they knew, I just
didn't want to deal with it, so I buried it. If they knew about it, they'd
make my life a living hell."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Tom, you're secret's safe with me. It' not like I'm going to run around town
telling everybody I see that Deputy Tom Wright of the Sangamon County
Sherriff's department is a flaming fag."</span></p>
<p><span>"God,
I hope not. I'd have to bury your body among all those trees out there." I
had to laugh at that. "No, seriously Max, how should I handle this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
be who you are. If somebody asks, tell the truth. I haven't told many people
about myself, but the ones I have don't seems to care, except, of course, the
Mueller's, and I don't give a shit what they think. In the grand scheme of my
life, they mean nothing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
be myself. Yeah, right."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, Tom, it's a whole lot easier saying it than doing it. But let me tell
you, once you start living your life that way, there's no turning back the
clock."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, I guess that's why I keep hiding behind the uniform. It's easier to deny
it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wish I could have accepted it long ago, then I could have started on a family
much earlier. Better late than never, I guess."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Max. I'm feeling better about things now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
there anything else you wanted to talk about?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
but not yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
hell, Tom, you've already dropped a huge bomb, get it over with and move one."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess I have, haven't I. Okay, here goes. You remember those not so subtle
comments I made during the nickel tour about being able to getting used to
living here, you adopting me, and so on?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that was pretty funny."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope the others thought so, too, but, deep down, I was kind of being serious."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait
a minute, Tom, what are you really saying."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess I'm saying I'm attracted to you. And I think I'd like to get know you
better, much better."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
hold it right there," I started, but Tom interrupted.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
knew it, damn it, I went too fucking far. Son-of-a-bitch. Okay, Max, I'll be
going now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sit
your ass back down, Tom, you're not dropping a bomb like that and running away
from it. Let me finish what I was going to say." He returned to his chair and
I continued, "I know we just met this afternoon, under less than ideal
circumstances, but when I said that I thought we could be great friends, I
meant it, 100%."</span></p>
<p><span>"What,
you really meant that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
sure did. Obviously, I didn't know you were gay when I said it, but that
doesn't change how I feel. I think we truly could be great friends, but we
need to take it a day at a time and see how things go. I've got a lot of
changes happening in my life right now and I need to really think hard about it
before I add anything else to the mix right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
you're saying not now, but someday, maybe, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly.
I need to think about what's best for the boys first, before I try to add to
that. At least for a while. I really would like to know you better, but you
have to give me some time, Tom. Plus, you need to know what you'd be getting
yourself into."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
do you mean, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
remember that comment from Frank this afternoon about getting any trace of
`those little bastard pervert faggots' out of their home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
what about it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that comes from something the twins said last night at Steak `n Shake. The
boys told the Mueller's that they weren't going with them and they were going
with me because they're gay, too. In fact, they said it loud enough, they
pretty much told everybody there. Then, last night, after they'd been here
less than five hours, I caught them in their bedroom, giving each other a
mutual blowjob. It was pretty obvious, even to me, it wasn't their first time.
When I told them it was time to go sleep, you want to know what they said to
me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Probably
not, but tell me anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"They
begged for a few more minutes as they were almost `there'. Then, they added I
could either wait or join them."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
shittin' me!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
a bit, Tom. And there's more you need to know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
I know you're shittin' me. What more could there possibly be?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, Tom. T.J., so I've been told, was caught at his school giving a
blowjob to another boy in the bathroom and he was moved to a new foster home
and school as a result." Tom's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Wait, there's
more. Mike was removed from his parents because he was being severely abused.
You wanna guess why?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
really, but you're gonna' tell me anyway, aren't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He
liked to play dress-up with his mom's things and his parents didn't like it so
they tried to beat it out of him. How do think that would have turned out for
Mike?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He'd
probably end up dead with his parents rotting in jail for the rest of their
lives."</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly.
Those four boys were placed with me because I'm gay and they all four have
shown they are most likely gay, too, either through what they've said or done.
Carol has been looking for a good home or homes for all four of them for quite
a while and when I showed up at the agency's doorstep, it was like her prayers
had been answered. She couldn't believe her luck when she found out who I
was."</span></p>
<p><span>"Unbelievable.
So, you've gone from a confused single guy to being a gay father of four possibly
gay boys in the space of what, two, three months?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Precisely.
Can you now see why I need to take things a little slower and see how life
shakes out? I'm dead serious about getting to know you better, but I just need
to take it slowly. And you need to know what you're getting yourself into. Are
you willing to give me some time to sort things out?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I guess. I'm not going anywhere."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Tom, I appreciate you're understanding." I stood up, walked to his chair and
held my arms out. Tom slowly stood up and we wrapped our arms around each other
in a warm embrace. At that moment, there was light tapping on the door and it
popped open. I turned to see four pairs of eyes looking at the two of us and
heard lots of giggling.</span></p>
<p><span>"See,"
Alex said, "I told you guys the cop was gay."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
I told you he had the hots for Max," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
and I guiltily broke our embrace. "Boys, come here. How long have you been
listening at the door?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
the whole time," Alex mumbled.</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
sorry, Max," added T.J. "We know we shouldn't have, but we couldn't help it.
Please don't send us back," he cried.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not sending you anywhere. But you all need to understand what privacy is and you
have to respect peoples' need for it. When a door is closed, you knock on it
and wait for a response before you just come on in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir," they all mumbled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
since it seems you've heard everything we had to say to each other, what do you
have to say about it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think it's great, Max, you guys look good together," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
you deserve to have someone to love, like Joey and I do," added Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.,
Mike?"</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
answered, "I like Tom. He seems like a nice guy, for a cop.".</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to know I have your approval, T.J.," Tom chuckled. "And Mike?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know. I guess if you two like each other, that's all that matters."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
boys, it's not <i>all</i> that matters, but yeah, it's a big step in the right
direction. It also matters how you guys feel about Tom and me getting to know
each other better. You four have just moved in and I don't want to do anything
you're not okay with. I have to think about what's best for you and not just
myself."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I can say for all us, Max, that we'd be good with it," Joey answered.
"Tom proved he's a good guy when he stood up to those assholes we lived with."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
added Alex, "we always wanted to do it, but knew if we did, they'd probably
kick us out. Then, we'd probably end up getting separated and we weren't gonna'
let that happen."</span></p>
<p><span>"Does
anybody besides me need a snack or drink? I'm thirsty and we can continue this
discussion in the kitchen."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
chorused four boys and Tom added, "I could sure use a drink. A hard one if
you've got any."</span></p>
<p><span>"The
hardest thing I have is some Corona, but no limes."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
take it," he said as we all headed to the kitchen. </span></p>
<p><span>I
got the boys set with their milk and cookies and grabbed a Corona for Tom and
me. The boys sat at the counter on the stools while Tom and I stood on the
other side of the counter.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
guys, here's what we'll do. Tom and I will spend some time getting to know
each other better while the five of us do the same. I'm sure Tom will be
spending some of his spare time around here, are you cool with that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's fine, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay
with you, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
Now, if a door is closed, you will knock and wait for an answer before opening
the door. If a door is open, we'll assume we're welcome to come in without
knocking. Does that sound reasonable?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
what's next?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
you ever want to talk about anything, and I mean anything, you come to me and
ask. No subject is off-limits. If you want to talk alone, we'll talk alone,
if you want a group chat, we'll do that. Anything else you want to know about
right now?"</span></p>
<p><span>The
boys looked at each other and broke into wide grins. Alex said, "We all want
to know about one more thing, but they're too chicken to ask, so they told me I
have to."</span></p>
<p><span>I
had a feeling of what was coming, but it was too late to stop since I'd already
said no subject was off-limits. "And what's that, Alex? It is Alex and not
Joey, right? I'm not sure since you're both dressed." Tom raised his eyebrows
and gave me an odd look.</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, it is. Last night, you said that when we were out in this part of the
house, we should be wearing something, even if it was just underwear,
especially when other people were here. Is Tom `other people' or is he one of
us now?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
spewed Corona all over the counter when he heard the question. I just rolled
my eyes, shrugged and answered, "I guess we should ask Tom and see what he
says." I turned to him and asked, "So, Tom, are you `other people' or are you `one
of us'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess that all depends on what you're talking about, Max. You want to give me
a few details before I answer?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Even
the boys don't know this yet, but, for the last 12 years I've lived here, I
have rarely worn clothes." Five sets of eyes opened wide at that statement.
"I know, but I lived here alone, in the middle of nowhere for a reason. You
can only see the house from the air. It's a great way to live. I thought I
would have to change that with boys moving in, but after last night, I'm not so
sure."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why,
what happened last night?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
it was a sight, for sure. I thought Carol was gonna' die."</span></p>
<p><span>"Quite
stalling and tell me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
we'd gone for a swim. After we were done, I told the boys to get showered,
dress in their pajamas and come back to the kitchen for a snack before they
went to bed. T.J. and Mike were first out and they showed up in regular
jammies. They'd just started eatin' their cookies when here come Alex and
Joey, struttin' down the hallway in their birthday suits, not a care in the
world." Tom sputtered wildly as he processed that image and the boys all
snickered. "I told them it was pajamas first, snack second, not the other way
around. That's when Carol turned around and about fell off her stool. They
told me, rather bluntly, that they <i>were</i> wearing their pajamas, that
they'd slept naked for years. But that's not the best part."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
gets better? How?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
T.J. said that if they could be naked, why couldn't he? When I told him and
Mike they were free to join the twins if they wanted, T.J. got off his stool,
stripped off his pajamas, then sat back down to finish his snack. The three of
them just sat there, muchnin' their cookies like nothing weird was going on.
So, that's the story and now they want to know, I guess, if they have to wear
clothes around you or not. That <i>is</i> what you're asking, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly,
Max," Joey answered and looked at Tom for an answer to the question.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,"
Tom started, "I've been known to lounge around my apartment in the raw. And I
don't have any aversion to being seen nude or seeing others nude. I can't tell
how many locker rooms I've been in and nobody seems to care. If they want to
go naked around here, I sure won't say anything."</span></p>
<p><span>At
that, all four boys hopped off their stools, stripped their clothes off and
hopped back up to their stools. Then Alex looked at me and said, "Your turn,
guys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
I don't think that's a good idea, Alex."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not, if we're naked, you should be, too. You said you used to be like this all
the time before we moved in," T.J. argued.</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
true, but there weren't any kids around, either. I don't think the adoption
agency would look too favorably on adults being naked around young kids." </span></p>
<p><span>"I
won't tell `em," Joey said, "will you?" he asked, looking to the other boys.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
ain't tellin' no one," came from Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"My
lips are sealed," added T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
you talkin' `bout?" asked Mike.</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked to Tom and said, "When in Rome," and started to remove my shirt.</span></p>
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Chapter 9 � Anchor Installation
I got up early Thursday morning, showered and dressed, then headed out to the pool to crank up the heaters so they could start doing their job. While the heaters were cutting the chill over the pool, I headed back inside and fixed myself a quick breakfast. I had just finished cleaning up my mess and started a fresh pot of coffee when the drive sensor dinged promptly at 9:00 announcing the arrival of Mike and his guys. It was time to get the pool shelter anchors installed. Hopefully the heaters had done their trick and the guys wouldn't suffer too much. The concrete would still be cold as hell, but I didn't have any way to warm that up, also.
I answered the doorbell and let Mike and his crew in. "Morning, Mike, guys. Hope you're ready for some bone-chilling work." They grumbled unhappily at the thought while Mike chuckled quietly to himself. I led them through the house to the glass wall facing the pool and said, "There ya' go fellas. Tented, heated and ready to roll." Their eyes grew wide with surprise and Mike busted out in full laughter this time. "What's so damn funny, Mike. You knew I'd done this."
"I sure did, but I somehow forgot to pass the word on to them," he replied while pointing over his shoulder to his crew. "I've been giving them grief all day yesterday and this morning on the way out about how cold it was. They were starting to get really pissed at me. It took everything I had to maintain a straight face the whole time. By the way, this is Ted and John. They'll be installing the anchors for us."
"That was cruel, Mike. Funny as hell, but still cruel. C'mon on guys follow me and I'll show where you can get power, then you can bring the anchors and your tools out." I stepped through the door to the pool deck and showed them where the power outlets were located, then led them through the back door of the garage so they could retrieve their equipment from the truck. Mike and I headed back inside to have some coffee and conversation while the boys got to work. We settled into some comfy chairs where we could `supervise' and watch as the guys started measuring and marking. They were soon ready to start cutting holes in the concrete to install the anchors.
Mike cracked the door and hollered out, "Double-check all those locations before you start drilling. I don't want to have any mistakes or holes that need to be filled. I'm pretty sure Max doesn't either." Mike sat back down with a contented on his face as he watched the crew do exactly as instructed.
"What's with the smile, Mike?", I asked.
"I just love to give them hell. I know they're all good guys and know what they're doing or they wouldn't be working for me. But, sometimes, I still like to remind them who's the boss."
"Boy, I'm glad I don't work for ya', I'd have snapped a long time ago. One of the perks of working alone is not having to deal with asshole bosses like you," I laughed as I punched him in the shoulder.
"Oh damn, Max, that's cold. I think I'm seeing an additional `Jerk' charge being added to your final bill for this shelter," he retorted.
"Sorry, man, couldn't resist. I'll take it back if you'll forget about the `Jerk' surcharge."
"Done. Now, speaking of work, Max, when's your next book due out?"
"It's going to be a while, Mike. I put my writing on hold while I came to terms with being gay. Once I did that, I decided that I still wanted the family I'd dreamed about for so long, but for obvious reasons, going the `normal' route isn't going to work for me. It wasn't easy, but I've managed to talk to a child service agency in town and, while they aren't really excited about a gay man adopting, they are at least thinking about it."
"Why would you even dream of giving up the life you've got just to complicate it, Max? You needing some new challenges in your life?"
"I don't look at it as new challenges, though I'm sure there will be some. I have a good life, Mike, and I want to be able share that life with someone. Also, I'm not going to live forever and I sure don't want the government getting my estate when I die, so I'm hoping to have someone who I can pass it to."
At that moment, Ted, popped the door open and asked, "Hey, Max, can I use a bathroom or should I just whiz into the pool?"
"Aw, c'mon, Ted. You know there's no peeing in the pool. John's right down the hall toward the garage, last door on the right before the garage."
"Thanks, man. John will probably need it when I'm done."
"No problem. You guys need any coffee or anything else to drink?"
"I don't right now, but I can't say for John. He might when he comes in."
"I've got a fresh pot on the warmer whenever you want some."
"Thanks, Max, maybe in a bit."
After Ted headed back outside, John came in to use the bathroom, then said on his way back out, "Max, we can't thank you enough for the tent and heaters. It's making the job much easier to deal with. I really wasn't looking forward to working in those little enclosures we have."
"Glad I thought of it, John. I almost called too late to get it set up in time for you, but the party place was happy to take care of it. I'm guessing they don't much tent rental in February."
"No, I bet they don't. Oh, and Ted said you some drinks available. Do you mind if I grab one?"
"Not at all. Coffee's in the pot on the counter and soft drinks and tea are in the fridge. Help yourself."
John grabbed a Pepsi and headed back outside after thanking me for the drink. Mike and I resumed our conversation.
"So, tell me, Max, how many kids are you planning to take in?"
"Well, I was planning on adopting only one, but after meeting with Anna, the director of the agency I'm talking to, she introduced me to four boys in need of good homes. I haven't said anything to her just yet, but if things go as I hope they do when they come out for a visit, I'm going to see if I can adopt all four."
"FOUR!?!? And all four of `em boys, have you lost your freakin' mind?"
"You're not the first to ask that question, Mike. I'm still asking myself the same thing a couple times a day. But, the more I think about it, the more it feels like the right thing to do."
"You're a braver man than I, Max, and I wish you luck. May I ask why you're doing this without appearing to be a nosy Nellie?"
"Ha, sure you can. I've have a great life, Mike. I'm a successful writer who's had four best-sellers, I've invested my earnings well and obviously live a very comfortable life. I've finally figured out that life with wealth and comfort is meaningless without someone to share it with. Since marriage and kids aren't going to be possible, I thought I'd check into the kids' part by itself and see how that would work. So far, so good, but only time will tell."
"Well, I truly do wish you luck `cause you're going to need it."
"I know I am and I'll take any extra luck you have and are willing to share."
At that moment, Ted and John came back inside announcing they were done with the anchors and ready for Mike to take a look. We all headed out to inspect their work and Mike verified the placement of the anchors and said everything looked good. Ted commented, "We both really want to thank you for the tent and heaters, Max. It made the job go much so much easier."
"Yeah, we would have frozen to death out here without that," John added.
Mike looked at his guys and said, "Why don't you two get the tools loaded up while I talk to Max a minute and we'll be on our way."
"Sure thing, boss," Ted replied.
Mike and I headed inside while Ted and John started loading their tools through the garage and into the truck. Mike turned to me and said, "Well, Max, it looks like we're ready to install the wall panels and heaters when they get delivered. I checked with the manufacturer before leaving the office and they tell me they are still on schedule to be shipped the middle of next week."
"Perfect, Mike. Any idea when you and your guys will be out to set it all up?" I asked.
"We're expecting the delivery truck to arrive sometime Thursday afternoon. The driver's going to check into the Hampton Inn and get some rest after a long drive from New Mexico. We're planning to come out Friday morning, leading the delivery driver, to unload and start setting up the shelter wall panels. The driver also works for the company and he will supervise the installation and be on hand to make sure everything goes the way it should."
"That sounds just great, Mike. I'll start the heaters when I get up and have the coffee going when you get here. How many of you will be here?"
"Well, the panels aren't that heavy and usually two guys can handle them, but since we're going to haul them through the garage, I figured we'll bring 4 crew guys, myself and the delivery driver for a total of six of us. That going to be a problem?"
"Not at all, Mike, I just want to be prepared so everything's ready to roll when you get here. I'll open the rear garage door to make it easier to get the panels through without having to fight the regular size door."
"Now, I have one other thing I want to talk to you about, Max. While we appreciate the tent and heaters, you really didn't have to do that. We had planned on bringing our little portable enclosures and I had calculated your price based on that plan. I now think since you went to the extra lengths and expense to rent the tent, I owe you a discount or rebate on the total price I quoted after placing the panel order."
"Nope, not gonna' happen, Mike. I was happy to help. I know how cold it can be out here in February with the wind and everything and I didn't want to have to worry about anybody getting frostbite on my account. I could have easily waited until it warmed up to have the shelter done, but I wanted to have it available for the boys when they come out for a visit in a couple weeks."
"Well, I still feel like I'm overcharging you and want to discount the price anyway."
"If you feel that strongly about it, I have another idea for you to consider, Mike."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Instead of refunding the money to me, how do you feel about making a donation to a group that could certainly use some financial assistance?"
"Hey, that's a good idea, how'd you come up with that so quickly?" Mike asked.
"Herb at the Ford dealership is doing the same thing on the new Flex I have ordered. He was willing to give me a rebate if I paid cash for the car when it came in instead of financing the thing. I told him I'd be happy to pay cash, but he could donate the rebate to someone else."
"I like it, Max. Who's the donation going to?"
"Herb is sending the rebate to the adoption agency I'm working with. With the state budget being what it is lately, they are always fighting to find the funds they need to place kids in good homes. It takes a lot of money to do the inspections and investigations required by the state, but the state apparently doesn't think they should have pay for them, so it's up to the agency to raise some of the funds they need as they need them."
"Sounds like a great cause to me, Max. I'll personally deliver the check to the agency and tell them you sent me."
"Go right ahead with the personal delivery if you like, but leave my name out of it. I don't want them knowing I'm involved in any way with the donation because I don't want them to think I'm trying to `buy' my way through the process. I want to be treated just like anyone else, no special favors or consideration."
"Gotcha', Max. Mum's the word. Well, it looks like Ted and John have everything loaded up, I guess we'll get out of your hair until the panels are delivered next Friday morning. Thanks again for the tent and heaters."
"I'm always happy to help, Mike. Tell the guys thanks and we'll see you next Friday. If anything changes, just let me know."
"Will do, Max. Have a good weekend." With that, Mike headed out to the truck and they headed down the drive. Since I wasn't expecting any other visitors today, I got undressed and relaxed the remainder of the day. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 9</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472178168"><span>Chapter 9 � Anchor Installation</span></a></h2>
<p><span>I
got up early Thursday morning, showered and dressed, then headed out to the
pool to crank up the heaters so they could start doing their job. While the
heaters were cutting the chill over the pool, I headed back inside and fixed
myself a quick breakfast. I had just finished cleaning up my mess and started
a fresh pot of coffee when the drive sensor dinged promptly at 9:00 announcing
the arrival of Mike and his guys. It was time to get the pool shelter anchors
installed. Hopefully the heaters had done their trick and the guys wouldn't
suffer too much. The concrete would still be cold as hell, but I didn't have
any way to warm that up, also.</span></p>
<p><span>I
answered the doorbell and let Mike and his crew in. "Morning, Mike, guys.
Hope you're ready for some bone-chilling work." They grumbled unhappily at the
thought while Mike chuckled quietly to himself. I led them through the house
to the glass wall facing the pool and said, "There ya' go fellas. Tented,
heated and ready to roll." Their eyes grew wide with surprise and Mike busted
out in full laughter this time. "What's so damn funny, Mike. You knew I'd
done this."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
sure did, but I somehow forgot to pass the word on to them," he replied while
pointing over his shoulder to his crew. "I've been giving them grief all day
yesterday and this morning on the way out about how cold it was. They were
starting to get really pissed at me. It took everything I had to maintain a
straight face the whole time. By the way, this is Ted and John. They'll be
installing the anchors for us."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
was cruel, Mike. Funny as hell, but still cruel. C'mon on guys follow me and
I'll show where you can get power, then you can bring the anchors and your
tools out." I stepped through the door to the pool deck and showed them where
the power outlets were located, then led them through the back door of the
garage so they could retrieve their equipment from the truck. Mike and I
headed back inside to have some coffee and conversation while the boys got to
work. We settled into some comfy chairs where we could `supervise' and watch
as the guys started measuring and marking. They were soon ready to start
cutting holes in the concrete to install the anchors.</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
cracked the door and hollered out, "Double-check all those locations before you
start drilling. I don't want to have any mistakes or holes that need to be
filled. I'm pretty sure Max doesn't either." Mike sat back down with a
contented on his face as he watched the crew do exactly as instructed.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
with the smile, Mike?", I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
just love to give them hell. I know they're all good guys and know what
they're doing or they wouldn't be working for me. But, sometimes, I still like
to remind them who's the boss."</span></p>
<p><span>"Boy,
I'm glad I don't work for ya', I'd have snapped a long time ago. One of the
perks of working alone is not having to deal with asshole bosses like you," I
laughed as I punched him in the shoulder.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
damn, Max, that's cold. I think I'm seeing an additional `Jerk' charge being
added to your final bill for this shelter," he retorted.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
man, couldn't resist. I'll take it back if you'll forget about the `Jerk'
surcharge."</span></p>
<p><span>"Done.
Now, speaking of work, Max, when's your next book due out?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
going to be a while, Mike. I put my writing on hold while I came to terms with
being gay. Once I did that, I decided that I still wanted the family I'd
dreamed about for so long, but for obvious reasons, going the `normal' route
isn't going to work for me. It wasn't easy, but I've managed to talk to a child
service agency in town and, while they aren't really excited about a gay man
adopting, they are at least thinking about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
would you even dream of giving up the life you've got just to complicate it,
Max? You needing some new challenges in your life?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't look at it as new challenges, though I'm sure there will be some. I have
a good life, Mike, and I want to be able share that life with someone. Also,
I'm not going to live forever and I sure don't want the government getting my
estate when I die, so I'm hoping to have someone who I can pass it to."</span></p>
<p><span>At
that moment, Ted, popped the door open and asked, "Hey, Max, can I use a
bathroom or should I just whiz into the pool?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Aw,
c'mon, Ted. You know there's no peeing in the pool. John's right down the
hall toward the garage, last door on the right before the garage."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
man. John will probably need it when I'm done."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem. You guys need any coffee or anything else to drink?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't right now, but I can't say for John. He might when he comes in."</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
got a fresh pot on the warmer whenever you want some."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Max, maybe in a bit."</span></p>
<p><span>After
Ted headed back outside, John came in to use the bathroom, then said on his way
back out, "Max, we can't thank you enough for the tent and heaters. It's
making the job much easier to deal with. I really wasn't looking forward to
working in those little enclosures we have."</span></p>
<p><span>"Glad
I thought of it, John. I almost called too late to get it set up in time for you,
but the party place was happy to take care of it. I'm guessing they don't much
tent rental in February."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I bet they don't. Oh, and Ted said you some drinks available. Do you mind if
I grab one?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all. Coffee's in the pot on the counter and soft drinks and tea are in the
fridge. Help yourself."</span></p>
<p><span>John
grabbed a Pepsi and headed back outside after thanking me for the drink. Mike
and I resumed our conversation.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
tell me, Max, how many kids are you planning to take in?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I was planning on adopting only one, but after meeting with Anna, the director
of the agency I'm talking to, she introduced me to four boys in need of good
homes. I haven't said anything to her just yet, but if things go as I hope
they do when they come out for a visit, I'm going to see if I can adopt all
four."</span></p>
<p><span>"FOUR!?!?
And all four of `em boys, have you lost your freakin' mind?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
not the first to ask that question, Mike. I'm still asking myself the same
thing a couple times a day. But, the more I think about it, the more it feels
like the right thing to do."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
a braver man than I, Max, and I wish you luck. May I ask why you're doing this
without appearing to be a nosy Nellie?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Ha,
sure you can. I've have a great life, Mike. I'm a successful writer who's had
four best-sellers, I've invested my earnings well and obviously live a very
comfortable life. I've finally figured out that life with wealth and comfort
is meaningless without someone to share it with. Since marriage and kids
aren't going to be possible, I thought I'd check into the kids' part by itself
and see how that would work. So far, so good, but only time will tell."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I truly do wish you luck `cause you're going to need it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know I am and I'll take any extra luck you have and are willing to share."</span></p>
<p><span>At
that moment, Ted and John came back inside announcing they were done with the
anchors and ready for Mike to take a look. We all headed out to inspect their
work and Mike verified the placement of the anchors and said everything looked
good. Ted commented, "We both really want to thank you for the tent and
heaters, Max. It made the job go much so much easier."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we would have frozen to death out here without that," John added.</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
looked at his guys and said, "Why don't you two get the tools loaded up while I
talk to Max a minute and we'll be on our way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, boss," Ted replied.</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
and I headed inside while Ted and John started loading their tools through the
garage and into the truck. Mike turned to me and said, "Well, Max, it looks
like we're ready to install the wall panels and heaters when they get
delivered. I checked with the manufacturer before leaving the office and they
tell me they are still on schedule to be shipped the middle of next week."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
Mike. Any idea when you and your guys will be out to set it all up?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
expecting the delivery truck to arrive sometime Thursday afternoon. The
driver's going to check into the Hampton Inn and get some rest after a long
drive from New Mexico. We're planning to come out Friday morning, leading the
delivery driver, to unload and start setting up the shelter wall panels. The
driver also works for the company and he will supervise the installation and be
on hand to make sure everything goes the way it should."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds just great, Mike. I'll start the heaters when I get up and have the
coffee going when you get here. How many of you will be here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
the panels aren't that heavy and usually two guys can handle them, but since
we're going to haul them through the garage, I figured we'll bring 4 crew guys,
myself and the delivery driver for a total of six of us. That going to be a
problem?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, Mike, I just want to be prepared so everything's ready to roll when you
get here. I'll open the rear garage door to make it easier to get the panels
through without having to fight the regular size door."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
I have one other thing I want to talk to you about, Max. While we appreciate
the tent and heaters, you really didn't have to do that. We had planned on
bringing our little portable enclosures and I had calculated your price based
on that plan. I now think since you went to the extra lengths and expense to
rent the tent, I owe you a discount or rebate on the total price I quoted after
placing the panel order."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
not gonna' happen, Mike. I was happy to help. I know how cold it can be out here
in February with the wind and everything and I didn't want to have to worry
about anybody getting frostbite on my account. I could have easily waited
until it warmed up to have the shelter done, but I wanted to have it available
for the boys when they come out for a visit in a couple weeks."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I still feel like I'm overcharging you and want to discount the price anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
you feel that strongly about it, I have another idea for you to consider,
Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
that?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Instead
of refunding the money to me, how do you feel about making a donation to a
group that could certainly use some financial assistance?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
that's a good idea, how'd you come up with that so quickly?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Herb
at the Ford dealership is doing the same thing on the new Flex I have ordered.
He was willing to give me a rebate if I paid cash for the car when it came in
instead of financing the thing. I told him I'd be happy to pay cash, but he
could donate the rebate to someone else."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
like it, Max. Who's the donation going to?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Herb
is sending the rebate to the adoption agency I'm working with. With the state
budget being what it is lately, they are always fighting to find the funds they
need to place kids in good homes. It takes a lot of money to do the
inspections and investigations required by the state, but the state apparently
doesn't think they should have pay for them, so it's up to the agency to raise some
of the funds they need as they need them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
like a great cause to me, Max. I'll personally deliver the check to the agency
and tell them you sent me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go
right ahead with the personal delivery if you like, but leave my name out of
it. I don't want them knowing I'm involved in any way with the donation
because I don't want them to think I'm trying to `buy' my way through the
process. I want to be treated just like anyone else, no special favors or
consideration."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gotcha',
Max. Mum's the word. Well, it looks like Ted and John have everything loaded
up, I guess we'll get out of your hair until the panels are delivered next
Friday morning. Thanks again for the tent and heaters."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
always happy to help, Mike. Tell the guys thanks and we'll see you next
Friday. If anything changes, just let me know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will do, Max. Have a good weekend." With that, Mike
headed out to the truck and they headed down the drive. Since I wasn't
expecting any other visitors today, I got undressed and relaxed the remainder
of the day.</span></p>
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This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys, consenting adult males and boys with adult males (eventually). If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
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Chapter 11 � Picking up the Boys
As I watched the movie, a depressing thought creeped into my conscious mind. I was going to have start wearing clothes around the house after years of not doing so. While it wouldn't bother me for the boys to see me nude, I was certain Anna and her agency would have a problem with it. To them, it was bad enough I was gay. I bet if they knew I liked to lounge around the house, swim and take walks in the woods sans clothing, I wouldn't stand a chance of being successful in adopting any child, especially the boys. I was going to have to be extra careful when they were here for their weekend visit, keep my brain engaged and not stroll around naked. I guess if that was one sacrifice I would have to make, I'd do it. Only time would tell.
The Party Creations crew arrived on Monday as scheduled to remove the tent. They took extra care taking things down to ensure they didn't damage the new pool shelter. The new heaters were running, I had removed the pool cover and turned on the pool heater over the weekend so the pool was ready to use. The crew liked what I had done and couldn't believe the change from what it looked like before they put up the tent. I thanked them for their service, tipped each person another $100 and gave them a check for the balance of the rental charges, including enough extra to cover the cost of any propane used. After they had everything loaded up and were on their way down the drive, I closed the garage and headed back inside.
Wednesday afternoon before the visit, I called Carol at the agency to see if everything was still on schedule for the boys coming out this weekend. She confirmed that she and the boys were all set and we made plans to meet at her office at 3:30 Friday afternoon, then head out to pick up the boys. The rest of Wednesday and Thursday seemed to crawl by. I made a shopping trip into town Thursday afternoon to pick up everything on my food list for the weekend. I was about to head for the checkout when the five-watt bulb in my head suddenly clicked on.
I had barely remembered I needed to find swimsuits for the boys and had forgotten to get their sizes from Carol. I called her real quick and after I had the info I needed, I headed to the boys department to find new suits for all four. I don't know what I was thinking, but have you ever tried to buy a swimsuit at Walmart in February? Let me tell you, it can't be done, at least, not at one in Illinois. What I ended up getting were some basic loose-fitting exercise type shorts with drawstrings that they could wear and could then be tossed in a dryer after a thorough wringing.
Substitute swim-shorts in hand, I finally headed to the checkout. $538.27 poorer, I headed out to the Shelby to load everything in and head for home. I filled the trunk completely and had to lay down the back seats to make room for everything. Good thing I had a larger car on the way as I could tell this would not work for long. If I succeeded in adopting all four boys, I could be spending that much money and probably more every week just in food. I didn't even want to think about what clothing four growing boys would go through. Not yet, anyway.
After I got home, I unloaded the car and got everything put away. I was glad I had cleaned out the garage refrigerator earlier this week as I needed it in addition to the space in the Sub-Zero fridge in the kitchen. I laid the boys swim-shorts in the bedrooms I thought they would be using. I then got undressed and spent what could possibly be one of my last nude evenings watching movies and browsing the latest magazines I subscribed to before heading to bed about midnight. I spent a restless night trying to sleep. I just couldn't stop thinking about the changes I was about to make in my life and, with luck, the lives of four boys. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 in the morning and woke up to the sun streaming though my window at 9:00. That's why I had my bedroom on the east side of the house, I liked to wake up to the sun filling my room with the light of the new day.
I took my shower and headed to the kitchen to fix some breakfast and suddenly realized my stomach was not going to cooperate. I ran back to the bathroom and promptly lost what little I had managed to swallow. I really needed to get my nerves under control or I would not survive the upcoming weekend. I ran through my lists for the weekend one more time and, satisfied I had everything covered, got dressed and headed to Springfield to meet with Carol. I arrived at the agency's office 30 minutes early and while waiting for Carol to finish some work before she could leave for the weekend, I talked to Anna for a bit.
"Good afternoon, Max. Are you ready for your weekend with the boys?"
"I think I have everything covered, Anna. I've got the food we'll need and shorts for the boys to use while swimming since the pool shelter is completed. I tried to get actual swimsuits for them, but discovered that's an impossible thing to find in Springfield in February."
Anna laughed heartily and said, "I could have told you that. But other than that little glitch, it sounds like you have everything well under control."
"I sure hope so, Anna. I really want this weekend with the boys to go well."
"I'm sure you'll be just fine, Max. And Carol will be there to provide some help and guidance. Of course, her main job during the weekend will be to see how you deal with boys and any situations that come up. She'll also be looking at the house and property to make sure they will be safe and well cared for."
"I'm think she'll find everything in good shape."
"I'm sure she will. She'll also be closely watching how you interact with the boys and being especially observant of anything she feels might be inappropriate. You probably won't like that much, but I warned you up front we would be going to extra lengths with your case to ensure the boys would be protected."
"You're right, Anna, I don't like it much, but I do understand. Just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean that I will molest the boys at the first opportunity. I know you must think that way with your job, but from my side, it's rather ridiculous that everyone believes the worst of people like me. I'm gay, not a pedophile."
"I'm sorry, Max, but we always have to think in terms of the worst-case scenario, regardless of who we're working with. We don't like it much it either, but history has proven to be the best indicator of the future. Especially with the children we work with. Our paramount concern is their well-being."
"I know it is, Anna, but that doesn't mean I have to like the method or assumptions we must live under."
"To some brighter news, Max, all our other investigations and background checks have been completed and I must say you are, by far, one of the best candidates I have ever seen for either fostering or adopting a child. I don't think I've ever seen and individual as squeaky clean as you are."
I chuckled at that comment because I knew there was nothing to find. "That's good to hear. That was the one thing I did feel confident about because I knew there was nothing to find. I know you couldn't take my word for it, but still, it feels good to know that a person can live a good life and not get in trouble."
A light knock on the door was followed by Carol popping her head in saying, "I finally have everything wrapped up, Max. I'm ready to go when you are."
"Be right there, Carol." I shook hands with Anna, "Thanks for your time today, Anna. I'm sure you'll receive a complete and detailed report from Carol Monday morning. Have a great weekend."
"You too, Max. Don't let the boys drive you crazy."
I met Carol in the lobby and we headed out to our cars. "Shall I follow you, Carol, since I don't know where we're going to pick up the boys?"
"That's shouldn't be a problem, Max. I've arranged with their foster parents to meet us at the Steak `n Shake on Veteran's Parkway at 5:00, that way we don't have to drive to 3 different houses to get them all picked up."
"That just makes too much sense, Carol. I should have thought of that. I know the way there, so if we get separated, I'll see you there."
We hopped in our cars and headed out to meet the boys. Carol and I were the first to arrive and were a bit early, so we headed inside and arranged for a large table to accommodate the two of us, the four boys and any others who came along. Thomas was the next to arrive with his foster-mom. I saw him point us out to his mom and she led the way over to our table. Thomas walked up to me, stuck his hand out and said, "Hi Mr. Sanders. Did you know I was spending the weekend at your house?"
"As a matter of fact, I did, young man. Are you looking forward to it?" I replied as we shook hands.
"Yeah. It'll be neat to be somewhere else a couple days," he chimed as he climbed up in the chair next to me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You aren't still mad at me, are you?"
"Never was and never could be, Thomas. You're fine," I whispered back. I looked up at the young woman with Thomas and introduced myself, "Good afternoon, I'm Maxwill Sanders. You must be Thomas' foster-mom."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Sanders. I'm Nancy Hamilton and yes, I'm Thomas' foster-mom. My husband, George, couldn't make it. He had a late-afternoon meeting and it's running long."
"That's too bad. Will you join us for dinner?"
"Thanks for the invite, but I left the other kids at home and have to get back there to fix them supper. Hopefully, George's meeting will end soon and he can be home in time to have a meal with his family for once."
"Well, it was nice to meet you. I'll take good care of Thomas the next couple of days and he should be back with you late Sunday afternoon, right Carol?"
"That's right. I plan to leave Max's about 4:00 Sunday afternoon to bring all the boys back to their foster homes and then get to my own home and relax before heading back to work Monday."
"Oh, I assumed you were Mrs. Sanders. You two aren't married?" Nancy asked.
"Um, no," Carol replied. "I work for the agency Max is working with on the adoption. Thomas is one of four boys spending the weekend with Max to see how things go. If all goes well, one of them will end up becoming Max's son."
"It's a shame your wife couldn't make it to dinner with you, Mr. Sanders. It seems to me that adopting a child is more important than anything else and she should have made the effort to be here."
"I'm sure she would have done just that if there was a Mrs. Sanders," I replied.
"Oops, open mouth, insert foot time, Nancy." She said to herself. "I'm so sorry, I just assumed."
"No worries, Nancy. I'm sure to run into that much more in the future."
Nancy turned to Thomas and reminded him, "You be a good boy. I'll expect to hear from Carol that you behaved yourself this weekend."
Thomas blushed and responded with, "I know, I'll be good. Thanks for bringing me out. See you sometime Sunday." Nancy turned and left the restaurant just as Michael arrived with his foster-dad. I waved them over to our table and Michael hid behind the man as they headed our direction.
"Good afternoon, Carol, what are you doing here?" the man said.
"I'm going to be spending the weekend with Michael and the other boys at Mr. Sanders' home."
He turned to me, stuck out his hand and said, "That must make you Mr. Sanders. I'm Paul Kirkland, this shy lad's foster-dad. Michael, quit hiding behind me and say hi to Mr. Sanders."
Michael edged his head out from behind Paul's leg, squeaked out, "Hi," and pulled his head right back behind Paul.
"Hi, Michael. I'm glad you're here." I turned my attention to Paul and asked, "Would you like to join us for supper, Paul?"
"Sure, thanks for asking. The wife's having a `girl's night out' with some friends of hers, so the house is empty. I might as well stay so I don't have to cook anything for myself when I get home." Paul and Michael took chairs on the other side of the table.
We waited just a few more minutes before Joseph and Alexander showed up with both foster-parents. The boys spotted me and immediately ran to our table leaving the adults to follow in their wake. "Hello, Joseph. Hello, Alexander. Would you introduce me to your foster-parents, please?"
"Sure," started Joseph, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Mueller."
"Or, Frank and Iris, depending on if you're old enough to use first names," finished Alexander.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Will you be joining us for the meal, also?"
They gave each a quick glance and Frank said, "Sure. Not exactly what we had planned for tonight, but what the heck. Gotta stay flexible."
"Then, pull up a chair and make yourselves comfortable. Let me introduce the others. This young lady is Carol, she works at the agency with Anna and will be spending the weekend at my house with the boys to make sure everything goes okay. This young man is Thomas," I continued, patting him on the head, "then, over there is Paul and the shy one trying to crawl under the table and hide is Michael."
Frank replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Carol, I don't believe we've met, which is odd considering how may kids we've fostered and how much we've dealt with Anna over the years."
"Oh, I've only been there for a few months. I used to live in Chicago, but moved down here a while back to be closer to my parents. I guess I got volunteered for this weekend duty since I'm the youngest in the office. Honestly, I think they think I'm na�ve or something and don't know what to expect. I've never told them I grew up the youngest of six, four boys and two girls. I have a pretty good feel for what this weekend will be like."
We all laughed. "Well, I'm hoping it won't be too wild. But if they get too crazy, I have plenty of duct tape and rope." You could've heard a pin drop at the table after that comment. "Whoa, just kidding, folks. Take a breath and relax."
"Sorry, Max, I should have warned you. We don't make jokes like that, not with what we deal with."
"I apologize, Carol. I should have known better." Desperately looking for a change in topic, I said, "Oh, look, here comes our waiter. Does everyone know what they want?" The waiter patiently took our orders and when he asked if it was all on one check, I nodded and signaled that it should come to me. He nodded he understood and turned to get the order in the kitchen, then returned shortly with our drinks.
After the drinks were served, Frank asked, "The twins tell us you're looking to adopt and this weekend is chance to get to know the boys a bit before you do. Do you mind if I ask why you're adopting?"
"Not at all, Frank. I'm 34 years old and, while I`ve always wanted to have a family, it doesn't look like I'll ever achieve that dream the regular way. Adoption seemed like the next logical alternative."
"Well, just what do you do to support yourself and do you intend to continue doing it to support yourself and a kid?"
Iris interjected, "Frank, don't be rude."
"No, it's a fair question, Iris, and deserves and answer. I'm an author, Frank, and have four books that have sold quite well. I've invested wisely with good advice from my accountant/broker and now I essentially live off those investments."
"Wait," Iris interrupted, "you're that Maxwill Sanders?
"I suppose I am."
"I knew you lived in a Springfield, but I always thought it was in Massachusetts or Pennsylvania, not Illinois. I've read a couple of your books and they were excellent. The book club I belong to is planning to read the third one starting next month. I can't believe I'm having dinner with you. Wait `til I tell the others, they won't believe me."
"Thanks for that rousing endorsement, Iris, but trust me, it's not that big of a deal."
"Yes, it is. Don't belittle yourself that way, Max."
"So, where is Mrs. Sanders this evening?" Frank asked.
Before I could respond, Joseph or Alexander, I'm not sure which, stated, "There isn't any Mrs. Sanders 'cause he's not married Mr. Mueller, he's gay." The other helpfully added, "I thought we told you that." I could feel the heat rising as I blushed red as a lobster just out of the steamer.
"And you two don't have a problem with that?" Paul asked incredulously.
"Why should we? We are too," the twins chimed together.
I looked at Carol to see her reaction to that statement and saw nothing but surprise. Frank replied, "Now, how could you possibly believe you two are like that? You're only eight and that's too young to know something like that."
The twins looked at me and one asked, "When did you know, Mr. Sanders?"
I was really red now and about ready to join Michael in his search for seclusion under the table, but decided to hold my ground. "I was probably about seven or eight when I first realized I liked boys instead of girls. I didn't know at the time what, exactly, those feelings meant, but I knew who I liked. The feelings didn't leave as I grew up and I suppressed them for a long time. Part of the time I spent writing was dealing with those feelings and finally realizing who I was at heart. Now that I know and accept who I am, I'm ready to move on with the rest of my life. And I'm hoping to share that life with some lucky kid or kids."
"See, we can too know who we are," one of the twins shot back at Frank.
Frank came back with, "Well, that ain't right, a pervert adopting kids."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Frank, but being gay does not mean I'm a pervert."
"C'mon Iris, boys, we're out of here."
Iris stood to leave, but the twins remained in their seats. "Sorry, Mr. Mueller, but we're staying and going with Mr. Sanders to stay with him this weekend."
"Well, if you two think you're like that also, then Ms. Ward can find somewhere else to drop you on Sunday as you won't be welcomed back in our house. I won't stand for it."
"That's fine, Mr. Mueller," I heard as Carol joined the conversation with a certain amount of frost I'd not heard from here before. "If you can't deal with your charges as needed, then we'll make different arrangements. I will, nonetheless, be stopping by Sunday afternoon to retrieve the boys' other belongings. And when I talk to Anna Monday morning, I will be recommending that you be removed from our list of acceptable foster families."
"That's fine with me, Ms. Ward. If you approve of this nonsense, I don't think we'd like to continue as a foster family with your group." With that, Frank and Iris stormed out of the restaurant.
"So much for `staying flexible'," I said.
After they were gone, the table got very quiet. Paul finally broke the silence with, "Don't worry `bout them, Max. Closed-minded folks like that don't have the brass to realize the world's changing and they either change with it or they'll get left behind."
"Thanks, Paul. If you don't mind me asking, why are you so open-minded?"
"Because my dad's gay. He'd suffered through 33 years of a loveless marriage to my mom before he finally decided to tell her the truth. He got my mom pregnant with me when they were 18 and 19, and at that time, if you got a girl pregnant, you got married. End of story. No big surprise I'm an only child. When he finally came out of hiding, it was a relief to us all. All the weirdness of the past years suddenly made some sense to mom and me. They have a better relationship now than they did when they were married."
"Better late than never, I guess," I replied. "Since we're on the subject, what are your feelings, Carol?"
"To be honest with you, I have a sister who lives in San Francisco and she and her wife have adopted two beautiful girls over the years. I'm the one who pushed Anna to give you a chance because I know that things can be fine with gays parents, married or not."
"I guess I should say thanks, Carol, for believing in me."
Our waiter appeared at that moment with a helper to deliver our food. He started to set each plate in front of the proper person and suddenly realized we'd lost two people. "Did I bring too much food or did we lose a few while my back was turned?"
"Sorry, they decided they didn't want to eat with us. They both had a sudden illness take them and they left."
"What should I do with their food?" he asked.
"Why don't you check around the restaurant and see if anybody who hasn't ordered yet would like it? If anyone does, they can have it and leave it on my check. They'll get a free meal and the food won't go to waste."
"Will do, sir. Thanks. If y'all need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy your meals." With that, he moved on to see if anyone wanted a free meal.
"So, now that the excitement's over, what do you guys want to do this weekend?" Three out the four started reeling off suggestions at the same time and I couldn't catch any of them. "Whoa, boys, one at a time. Why don't we start with Michael and work our way up in age?"
Michael said, "Don't know. Whatever you guys do, I guess," looking at the other three.
Thomas came up with, "Watch some TV or movies, play some games. Whatever."
"What about you two," I asked Joseph and Alexander.
"Get to know you better and see if we really want to live with you. Especially now that we can't go back to the Mueller's"
"I know what I want to do," I said, "and that's come up with some way to figure out which one of you is Joseph and which one is Alexander without getting it wrong all the time."
Everybody laughed at that and we got down to eating our meal. About the time were finishing up, an older couple stopped by the table. I looked up and asked, "Yes, can I help you?"
"We just wanted to stop by and thank you for the meal. We sure didn't expect to get by that cheaply tonight."
"No problem, glad you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful weekend." They turned and headed out the door.
"Well, boys, I think it's about time we headed out. Let me take care of the bill and we'll be on our way." Paul followed me to the cashier. "Paul, it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you again sometime."
"I'm sure you will. Thanks for the meal, also. I wasn't looking forward to eating alone tonight. Hey, let me give you my number real quick just in case you have any questions about Michael. You obviously know how withdrawn he is and I might be able help you out this weekend if you have any problems."
"Thanks, Paul, that'd be great. Hopefully, I won't need it, but better safe than sorry." He gave me his home and cell numbers and then headed out the door. I settled the bill with the cashier and headed back to the table to leave the tip for our waiter and gather my guests. Once the tip was taken care of, I turned to the rest of the group and said, "Grab your things boys, and let's go." Once outside, I let them know, "Okay, guys, my car is too small for all four of you, so two will ride with me and the other two will ride with Ms. Ward."
The twins immediately responded with, "We're with you Mr. Sanders."
"I guess that's settled, then. Carol, do you think it's okay for you to follow me or should I give you directions?"
"I know where we're going, Max. I looked up your address on the internet and have a pretty good idea how to get there."
"Okie-dokie, then. If you do get lost, you have my cell number, don't you?"
"Sure do. We'll see you there."
As Joseph, Alexander and I crossed the lot to my car, they suddenly realized we were headed directly for the Shelby. They both started jumping around and running in circles with excitement. "This is your car?"
"Sure is. You like it?"
"Yeah, it's hot."
"I hope you both fit in the back seat. It's pretty darn small."
"We'll be just fine, Mr. Sanders, don't you worry."
We climbed in for the 20-minute drive to home. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 11</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc472711682"><span>Chapter
11 � Picking up the Boys</span></a></h2>
<p><span>As
I watched the movie, a depressing thought creeped into my conscious mind. I
was going to have start wearing clothes around the house after years of not
doing so. While it wouldn't bother me for the boys to see me nude, I was certain
Anna and her agency would have a problem with it. To them, it was bad enough I
was gay. I bet if they knew I liked to lounge around the house, swim and take
walks in the woods sans clothing, I wouldn't stand a chance of being successful
in adopting any child, especially the boys. I was going to have to be extra
careful when they were here for their weekend visit, keep my brain engaged and
not stroll around naked. I guess if that was one sacrifice I would have to
make, I'd do it. Only time would tell.</span></p>
<p><span>The
Party Creations crew arrived on Monday as scheduled to remove the tent. They
took extra care taking things down to ensure they didn't damage the new pool
shelter. The new heaters were running, I had removed the pool cover and turned
on the pool heater over the weekend so the pool was ready to use. The crew
liked what I had done and couldn't believe the change from what it looked like
before they put up the tent. I thanked them for their service, tipped each
person another $100 and gave them a check for the balance of the rental
charges, including enough extra to cover the cost of any propane used. After
they had everything loaded up and were on their way down the drive, I closed
the garage and headed back inside.</span></p>
<p><span>Wednesday
afternoon before the visit, I called Carol at the agency to see if everything
was still on schedule for the boys coming out this weekend. She confirmed that
she and the boys were all set and we made plans to meet at her office at 3:30
Friday afternoon, then head out to pick up the boys. The rest of Wednesday and
Thursday seemed to crawl by. I made a shopping trip into town Thursday
afternoon to pick up everything on my food list for the weekend. I was about
to head for the checkout when the five-watt bulb in my head suddenly clicked
on.</span></p>
<p><span>I
had barely remembered I needed to find swimsuits for the boys and had forgotten
to get their sizes from Carol. I called her real quick and after I had the
info I needed, I headed to the boys department to find new suits for all four.
I don't know what I was thinking, but have you ever tried to buy a swimsuit at
Walmart in February? Let me tell you, it can't be done, at least, not at one
in Illinois. What I ended up getting were some basic loose-fitting exercise
type shorts with drawstrings that they could wear and could then be tossed in a
dryer after a thorough wringing. </span></p>
<p><span>Substitute
swim-shorts in hand, I finally headed to the checkout. $538.27 poorer, I
headed out to the Shelby to load everything in and head for home. I filled the
trunk completely and had to lay down the back seats to make room for
everything. Good thing I had a larger car on the way as I could tell this
would not work for long. If I succeeded in adopting all four boys, I could be
spending that much money and probably more every week just in food. I didn't
even want to think about what clothing four growing boys would go through. Not
yet, anyway.</span></p>
<p><span>After
I got home, I unloaded the car and got everything put away. I was glad I had
cleaned out the garage refrigerator earlier this week as I needed it in
addition to the space in the Sub-Zero fridge in the kitchen. I laid the boys
swim-shorts in the bedrooms I thought they would be using. I then got
undressed and spent what could possibly be one of my last nude evenings
watching movies and browsing the latest magazines I subscribed to before
heading to bed about midnight. I spent a restless night trying to sleep. I just
couldn't stop thinking about the changes I was about to make in my life and,
with luck, the lives of four boys. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 in the
morning and woke up to the sun streaming though my window at 9:00. That's why
I had my bedroom on the east side of the house, I liked to wake up to the sun
filling my room with the light of the new day.</span></p>
<p><span>I
took my shower and headed to the kitchen to fix some breakfast and suddenly
realized my stomach was not going to cooperate. I ran back to the bathroom and
promptly lost what little I had managed to swallow. I really needed to get my
nerves under control or I would not survive the upcoming weekend. I ran
through my lists for the weekend one more time and, satisfied I had everything
covered, got dressed and headed to Springfield to meet with Carol. I arrived
at the agency's office 30 minutes early and while waiting for Carol to finish some
work before she could leave for the weekend, I talked to Anna for a bit.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon, Max. Are you ready for your weekend with the boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I have everything covered, Anna. I've got the food we'll need and shorts
for the boys to use while swimming since the pool shelter is completed. I
tried to get actual swimsuits for them, but discovered that's an impossible
thing to find in Springfield in February."</span></p>
<p><span>Anna
laughed heartily and said, "I could have told you that. But other than that
little glitch, it sounds like you have everything well under control."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
sure hope so, Anna. I really want this weekend with the boys to go well."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure you'll be just fine, Max. And Carol will be there to provide some help
and guidance. Of course, her main job during the weekend will be to see how
you deal with boys and any situations that come up. She'll also be looking at
the house and property to make sure they will be safe and well cared for."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
think she'll find everything in good shape."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure she will. She'll also be closely watching how you interact with the boys and
being especially observant of anything she feels might be inappropriate. You
probably won't like that much, but I warned you up front we would be going to
extra lengths with your case to ensure the boys would be protected."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
right, Anna, I don't like it much, but I do understand. Just because I'm gay,
it doesn't mean that I will molest the boys at the first opportunity. I know
you must think that way with your job, but from my side, it's rather ridiculous
that everyone believes the worst of people like me. I'm gay, not a pedophile."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry, Max, but we always have to think in terms of the worst-case scenario,
regardless of who we're working with. We don't like it much it either, but
history has proven to be the best indicator of the future. Especially with the
children we work with. Our paramount concern is their well-being."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know it is, Anna, but that doesn't mean I have to like the method or
assumptions we must live under."</span></p>
<p><span>"To
some brighter news, Max, all our other investigations and background checks
have been completed and I must say you are, by far, one of the best candidates
I have ever seen for either fostering or adopting a child. I don't think I've
ever seen and individual as squeaky clean as you are."</span></p>
<p><span>I
chuckled at that comment because I knew there was nothing to find. "That's
good to hear. That was the one thing I did feel confident about because I knew
there was nothing to find. I know you couldn't take my word for it, but still,
it feels good to know that a person can live a good life and not get in
trouble."</span></p>
<p><span>A
light knock on the door was followed by Carol popping her head in saying, "I finally
have everything wrapped up, Max. I'm ready to go when you are."</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
right there, Carol." I shook hands with Anna, "Thanks for your time today,
Anna. I'm sure you'll receive a complete and detailed report from Carol Monday
morning. Have a great weekend."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
too, Max. Don't let the boys drive you crazy."</span></p>
<p><span>I
met Carol in the lobby and we headed out to our cars. "Shall I follow you, Carol,
since I don't know where we're going to pick up the boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
shouldn't be a problem, Max. I've arranged with their foster parents to meet us
at the Steak `n Shake on Veteran's Parkway at 5:00, that way we don't have to
drive to 3 different houses to get them all picked up." </span></p>
<p><span>"That
just makes too much sense, Carol. I should have thought of that. I know the
way there, so if we get separated, I'll see you there."</span></p>
<p><span>We
hopped in our cars and headed out to meet the boys. Carol and I were the first
to arrive and were a bit early, so we headed inside and arranged for a large
table to accommodate the two of us, the four boys and any others who came
along. Thomas was the next to arrive with his foster-mom. I saw him point us
out to his mom and she led the way over to our table. Thomas walked up to me,
stuck his hand out and said, "Hi Mr. Sanders. Did you know I was spending the
weekend at your house?"</span></p>
<p><span>"As
a matter of fact, I did, young man. Are you looking forward to it?" I replied
as we shook hands.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah.
It'll be neat to be somewhere else a couple days," he chimed as he climbed up
in the chair next to me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You aren't
still mad at me, are you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Never
was and never could be, Thomas. You're fine," I whispered back. I looked up
at the young woman with Thomas and introduced myself, "Good afternoon, I'm
Maxwill Sanders. You must be Thomas' foster-mom."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to meet you Mr. Sanders. I'm Nancy Hamilton and yes, I'm Thomas' foster-mom.
My husband, George, couldn't make it. He had a late-afternoon meeting and it's
running long."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
too bad. Will you join us for dinner?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for the invite, but I left the other kids at home and have to get back there to
fix them supper. Hopefully, George's meeting will end soon and he can be home
in time to have a meal with his family for once."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
it was nice to meet you. I'll take good care of Thomas the next couple of days
and he should be back with you late Sunday afternoon, right Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
right. I plan to leave Max's about 4:00 Sunday afternoon to bring all the boys
back to their foster homes and then get to my own home and relax before heading
back to work Monday."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I assumed you were Mrs. Sanders. You two aren't married?" Nancy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
no," Carol replied. "I work for the agency Max is working with on the adoption.
Thomas is one of four boys spending the weekend with Max to see how things go.
If all goes well, one of them will end up becoming Max's son."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a shame your wife couldn't make it to dinner with you, Mr. Sanders. It seems
to me that adopting a child is more important than anything else and she should
have made the effort to be here."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure she would have done just that if there was a Mrs. Sanders," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oops,
open mouth, insert foot time, Nancy." She said to herself. "I'm so sorry, I
just assumed."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
worries, Nancy. I'm sure to run into that much more in the future."</span></p>
<p><span>Nancy
turned to Thomas and reminded him, "You be a good boy. I'll expect to hear
from Carol that you behaved yourself this weekend."</span></p>
<p><span>Thomas
blushed and responded with, "I know, I'll be good. Thanks for bringing me
out. See you sometime Sunday." Nancy turned and left the restaurant just as
Michael arrived with his foster-dad. I waved them over to our table and
Michael hid behind the man as they headed our direction. </span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon, Carol, what are you doing here?" the man said.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
going to be spending the weekend with Michael and the other boys at Mr.
Sanders' home."</span></p>
<p><span>He
turned to me, stuck out his hand and said, "That must make you Mr. Sanders.
I'm Paul Kirkland, this shy lad's foster-dad. Michael, quit hiding behind me
and say hi to Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>Michael
edged his head out from behind Paul's leg, squeaked out, "Hi," and pulled his
head right back behind Paul.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
Michael. I'm glad you're here." I turned my attention to Paul and asked, "Would
you like to join us for supper, Paul?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
thanks for asking. The wife's having a `girl's night out' with some friends of
hers, so the house is empty. I might as well stay so I don't have to cook
anything for myself when I get home." Paul and Michael took chairs on the
other side of the table. </span></p>
<p><span>We
waited just a few more minutes before Joseph and Alexander showed up with both
foster-parents. The boys spotted me and immediately ran to our table leaving
the adults to follow in their wake. "Hello, Joseph. Hello, Alexander. Would
you introduce me to your foster-parents, please?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,"
started Joseph, "This is Mr. and Mrs. Mueller."</span></p>
<p><span>"Or,
Frank and Iris, depending on if you're old enough to use first names," finished
Alexander.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a pleasure to meet you both. Will you be joining us for the meal, also?"</span></p>
<p><span>They
gave each a quick glance and Frank said, "Sure. Not exactly what we had
planned for tonight, but what the heck. Gotta stay flexible."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then,
pull up a chair and make yourselves comfortable. Let me introduce the others.
This young lady is Carol, she works at the agency with Anna and will be
spending the weekend at my house with the boys to make sure everything goes
okay. This young man is Thomas," I continued, patting him on the head, "then,
over there is Paul and the shy one trying to crawl under the table and hide is
Michael."</span></p>
<p><span>Frank
replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Carol, I don't believe we've met,
which is odd considering how may kids we've fostered and how much we've dealt
with Anna over the years."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I've only been there for a few months. I used to live in Chicago, but moved
down here a while back to be closer to my parents. I guess I got volunteered
for this weekend duty since I'm the youngest in the office. Honestly, I think
they think I'm na�ve or something and don't know what to expect. I've never
told them I grew up the youngest of six, four boys and two girls. I have a
pretty good feel for what this weekend will be like."</span></p>
<p><span>We
all laughed. "Well, I'm hoping it won't be too wild. But if they get too
crazy, I have plenty of duct tape and rope." You could've heard a pin drop at
the table after that comment. "Whoa, just kidding, folks. Take a breath and
relax."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
Max, I should have warned you. We don't make jokes like that, not with what we
deal with."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
apologize, Carol. I should have known better." Desperately looking for a
change in topic, I said, "Oh, look, here comes our waiter. Does everyone know
what they want?" The waiter patiently took our orders and when he asked if it
was all on one check, I nodded and signaled that it should come to me. He
nodded he understood and turned to get the order in the kitchen, then returned
shortly with our drinks.</span></p>
<p><span>After
the drinks were served, Frank asked, "The twins tell us you're looking to adopt
and this weekend is chance to get to know the boys a bit before you do. Do you
mind if I ask why you're adopting?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, Frank. I'm 34 years old and, while I`ve always wanted to have a
family, it doesn't look like I'll ever achieve that dream the regular way.
Adoption seemed like the next logical alternative."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
just what do you do to support yourself and do you intend to continue doing it
to support yourself and a kid?"</span></p>
<p><span>Iris
interjected, "Frank, don't be rude."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
it's a fair question, Iris, and deserves and answer. I'm an author, Frank, and
have four books that have sold quite well. I've invested wisely with good
advice from my accountant/broker and now I essentially live off those
investments."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,"
Iris interrupted, "you're that Maxwill Sanders? </span></p>
<p><span>"I
suppose I am."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
knew you lived in a Springfield, but I always thought it was in Massachusetts
or Pennsylvania, not Illinois. I've read a couple of your books and they were
excellent. The book club I belong to is planning to read the third one
starting next month. I can't believe I'm having dinner with you. Wait `til I
tell the others, they won't believe me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for that rousing endorsement, Iris, but trust me, it's not that big of a deal."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
it is. Don't belittle yourself that way, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
where is Mrs. Sanders this evening?" Frank asked.</span></p>
<p><span>Before
I could respond, Joseph or Alexander, I'm not sure which, stated, "There isn't
any Mrs. Sanders 'cause he's not married Mr. Mueller, he's gay." The other helpfully
added, "I thought we told you that." I could feel the heat rising as I blushed
red as a lobster just out of the steamer.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
you two don't have a problem with that?" Paul asked incredulously.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
should we? We are too," the twins chimed together.</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked at Carol to see her reaction to that statement and saw nothing but surprise.
Frank replied, "Now, how could you possibly believe you two are like that?
You're only eight and that's too young to know something like that."</span></p>
<p><span>The
twins looked at me and one asked, "When did you know, Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
was really red now and about ready to join Michael in his search for seclusion under
the table, but decided to hold my ground. "I was probably about seven or eight
when I first realized I liked boys instead of girls. I didn't know at the time
what, exactly, those feelings meant, but I knew who I liked. The feelings didn't
leave as I grew up and I suppressed them for a long time. Part of the time I
spent writing was dealing with those feelings and finally realizing who I was
at heart. Now that I know and accept who I am, I'm ready to move on with the
rest of my life. And I'm hoping to share that life with some lucky kid or kids."</span></p>
<p><span>"See,
we can too know who we are," one of the twins shot back at Frank.</span></p>
<p><span>Frank
came back with, "Well, that ain't right, a pervert adopting kids."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry you feel that way, Frank, but being gay does not mean I'm a pervert."</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon
Iris, boys, we're out of here."</span></p>
<p><span>Iris
stood to leave, but the twins remained in their seats. "Sorry, Mr. Mueller,
but we're staying and going with Mr. Sanders to stay with him this weekend."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if you two think you're like that also, then Ms. Ward can find somewhere else
to drop you on Sunday as you won't be welcomed back in our house. I won't
stand for it."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
fine, Mr. Mueller," I heard as Carol joined the conversation with a certain
amount of frost I'd not heard from here before. "If you can't deal with your
charges as needed, then we'll make different arrangements. I will,
nonetheless, be stopping by Sunday afternoon to retrieve the boys' other
belongings. And when I talk to Anna Monday morning, I will be recommending
that you be removed from our list of acceptable foster families."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
fine with me, Ms. Ward. If you approve of this nonsense, I don't think we'd
like to continue as a foster family with your group." With that, Frank and
Iris stormed out of the restaurant. </span></p>
<p><span>"So
much for `staying flexible'," I said.</span></p>
<p><span>After
they were gone, the table got very quiet. Paul finally broke the silence with,
"Don't worry `bout them, Max. Closed-minded folks like that don't have the
brass to realize the world's changing and they either change with it or they'll
get left behind."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Paul. If you don't mind me asking, why are you so open-minded?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Because
my dad's gay. He'd suffered through 33 years of a loveless marriage to my mom
before he finally decided to tell her the truth. He got my mom pregnant with
me when they were 18 and 19, and at that time, if you got a girl pregnant, you
got married. End of story. No big surprise I'm an only child. When he
finally came out of hiding, it was a relief to us all. All the weirdness of
the past years suddenly made some sense to mom and me. They have a better
relationship now than they did when they were married."</span></p>
<p><span>"Better
late than never, I guess," I replied. "Since we're on the subject, what are
your feelings, Carol?"</span></p>
<p><span>"To
be honest with you, I have a sister who lives in San Francisco and she and her
wife have adopted two beautiful girls over the years. I'm the one who pushed
Anna to give you a chance because I know that things can be fine with gays
parents, married or not."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess I should say thanks, Carol, for believing in me."</span></p>
<p><span>Our
waiter appeared at that moment with a helper to deliver our food. He started
to set each plate in front of the proper person and suddenly realized we'd lost
two people. "Did I bring too much food or did we lose a few while my back was
turned?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
they decided they didn't want to eat with us. They both had a sudden illness
take them and they left."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
should I do with their food?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
don't you check around the restaurant and see if anybody who hasn't ordered yet
would like it? If anyone does, they can have it and leave it on my check.
They'll get a free meal and the food won't go to waste."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do, sir. Thanks. If y'all need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy
your meals." With that, he moved on to see if anyone wanted a free meal.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
now that the excitement's over, what do you guys want to do this weekend?"
Three out the four started reeling off suggestions at the same time and I
couldn't catch any of them. "Whoa, boys, one at a time. Why don't we start
with Michael and work our way up in age?"</span></p>
<p><span>Michael
said, "Don't know. Whatever you guys do, I guess," looking at the other three.</span></p>
<p><span>Thomas
came up with, "Watch some TV or movies, play some games. Whatever."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
about you two," I asked Joseph and Alexander.</span></p>
<p><span>"Get
to know you better and see if we really want to live with you. Especially now
that we can't go back to the Mueller's"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know what I want to do," I said, "and that's come up with some way to figure
out which one of you is Joseph and which one is Alexander without getting it
wrong all the time."</span></p>
<p><span>Everybody
laughed at that and we got down to eating our meal. About the time were
finishing up, an older couple stopped by the table. I looked up and asked,
"Yes, can I help you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We
just wanted to stop by and thank you for the meal. We sure didn't expect to
get by that cheaply tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, glad you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful weekend." They turned and
headed out the door. </span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
boys, I think it's about time we headed out. Let me take care of the bill and
we'll be on our way." Paul followed me to the cashier. "Paul, it was a
pleasure to meet you. I hope to see you again sometime."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure you will. Thanks for the meal, also. I wasn't looking forward to eating
alone tonight. Hey, let me give you my number real quick just in case you have
any questions about Michael. You obviously know how withdrawn he is and I
might be able help you out this weekend if you have any problems."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Paul, that'd be great. Hopefully, I won't need it, but better safe than
sorry." He gave me his home and cell numbers and then headed out the door. I
settled the bill with the cashier and headed back to the table to leave the tip
for our waiter and gather my guests. Once the tip was taken care of, I turned
to the rest of the group and said, "Grab your things boys, and let's go." Once
outside, I let them know, "Okay, guys, my car is too small for all four of you,
so two will ride with me and the other two will ride with Ms. Ward."</span></p>
<p><span>The
twins immediately responded with, "We're with you Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess that's settled, then. Carol, do you think it's okay for you to follow me
or should I give you directions?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know where we're going, Max. I looked up your address on the internet and have
a pretty good idea how to get there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okie-dokie,
then. If you do get lost, you have my cell number, don't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
do. We'll see you there."</span></p>
<p><span>As
Joseph, Alexander and I crossed the lot to my car, they suddenly realized we
were headed directly for the Shelby. They both started jumping around and
running in circles with excitement. "This is your car?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
is. You like it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it's hot."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope you both fit in the back seat. It's pretty darn small."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be just fine, Mr. Sanders, don't you worry."</span></p>
<p><span>We climbed in for the 20-minute drive to
home.</span></p>
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Chapter 41 � Rose Takes a Hike
"What's going on, Tom? If we can help, you know we will."
"Well, Max talked to his mom a little while ago and she told us the lawyer Max's dad hired has decided to no longer represent him and Jim is not a happy camper. His dad is being a real bitchy pain in the ass and driving Rose bonkers. She's decided she needs to get the hell outta' Dodge for a bit and thought she might head your direction and stay at the lodge at Pere Marquette for a while. She wondered if you and mom might like a drop-in visitor while she's in the area."
"We'd love that and we'll even go a step further. Why doesn't she just stay with Estelle and me? No sense spending good money on the lodge when we have perfectly good empty bedroom here. I'm sure she'd be quite comfortable in your old room, son."
"Yeah, she probably would. What do you think, Max?"
"That sounds like a great idea, Bill. However, she probably won't be too at ease with you and Estelle being nude."
"No worries, Max. We can cover up if need be, won't bother us at all. We really liked your mom and would enjoy spending more time with and getting to know her better."
"As long you're sure it's not an imposition. I don't want put you guys out."
"We're happy to do it, Max. I'll let Estelle know when she gets home from the store that we're going to have a guest. Then we can get Tom's room spruced up a bit and get everything ready for her."
"That sounds perfect, Bill. We really appreciate this. I'll call mom back after supper and let her know. Is it okay if we give her your number so she can talk call you to get directions and make arrangements?"
"Of course, it is. Why would even ask such a silly question?"
"I always ask before giving out phone numbers that aren't mine, Bill."
"Well, give her the number and when she calls, we'll arrange everything. Don't you worry one bit, we'll take good care of her."
"Thanks, dad, we appreciate the help. And we're sure Rose will, too. We'll talk to you later."
"Bye, son, Max. You take care of those boys. Oh, and take care of yourselves, too," he chuckled.
We ended the call and looked at each other with wide smiles. "I think that went well, don't you, Tom?"
"Very different than I thought. My mom and dad must really like your mom. They usually hate to have other people stay in the house with them. They don't mind occasional visitors, but actual houseguests are unheard of."
"I'm gonna' call mom right now and give her the good news." I grabbed the phone and dialed the number.
Unfortunately, my dad answered this time. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'd like to talk to mom, if that's okay with you."
"Not gonna' happen. I overheard her talkin' to you earlier and she ain't goin' nowhere."
"Dad, if she wants to leave, you can't stop her."
"Watch me, faggot." With that, he hung up the phone.
"Uh-oh, we've got a problem, Tom. I think I need to go get mom, and right now. I'm not leaving her in that house with that rotten bastard."
"Go, we'll do our celebration supper another night."
"Thanks. Do me a favor and call Dylan, see if he can meet me at mom and dad's. I hope his presence won't be necessary, but I have the feeling it probably will be from the way the old man sounded." I gave Tom the address and started getting dressed so I could leave. The fantastic five strolled in and asked what was happening. "I need to go get Mama Rose."
"But, I thought we were going out to supper to celebrate?" Joey said.
"Sorry, son, this is more important. I need to be sure mom's safe."
"That's all right, dad, go get her," Alex said.
I left home in a rush and pulled up in front of mom and dad's twenty-five minutes later. I was relieved to see a county Sherriff's car waiting for me and as I climbed out my car, Dylan stepped out of his. We met between our cars to have a chat before knocking on the door. "Hey, Dylan, thanks for coming out," I greeted as we shook hands.
"What's going on, Max? Tom just said you might need some help."
"I'm here to check on my mom. Dad's having real problems with me being gay and adopting the boys. He's actin' a lot like the Muellers. Thanks to his freakin' church, he believes Tom and I are both sickos who shouldn't have any contact with kids and he even went so far as to hire a lawyer to get the boys taken out of our house. The lawyer he'd hired backed out of it this morning and when I talked to mom earlier this afternoon, she said dad was ranting non-stop about it. She told me, then, she wants to get away from him for a bit and Tom and I made arrangements for my mom to go stay with his parents for a while. When I called back to tell mom the good news, dad refused to let me talk to her and said he wouldn't allow her to go anywhere. I need to get her out of here before dad loses it completely."
"Has your dad ever shown an inclination towards violence?"
"Not that I know of, but I haven't lived here for almost 15 years. Who knows what he's capable of doing, now? I just need to make sure mom's safe and if she wants out, I want to make that happen right now."
"Well, let's quit wasting time out here in the street and go make our presence known."
"Thanks." I turned and quickly walked to the front door with Dylan at my heels.
I knocked on the door and a short moment later, my dad yelled through the closed door, "Who's there and what d'ya want!?"
"Dad, it's Max, and I want to see mom."
"Go away! Nobody here wants to see you!"
"Excuse me," Dylan said as he gently pushed me away from the door. He then pounded on the door and called out, "Mr. Sanders, my name is Sergeant Dylan Brock of the Sangamon County Sherriff's department. I have your son out here with me and he believes his mother may be in danger. You will open this door and let us in or I will break it down. It's your choice."
"Go away, damn you! There ain't nobody in danger here!"
"I'll be the judge of that once I've talked to you and your wife, face to face. Open the door, NOW!" That command got dad's attention and I heard the lock click and watched as dad slowly opened the door. "Thank you, sir, may we come in, please?"
"Not like I have much choice in the matter, is it?" dad spat.
"At this moment, sir, no, you don't. Thank you." Dylan stood back and waved his hand, "After you, Max."
I entered the house with Dylan following and immediately looked around for mom. She was nowhere to be seen so, while Dylan stayed in the living room with dad, I headed to their bedroom to continue my search and found it empty. I then remembered she'd said she had been sleeping in Lee's old room, so I turned around and headed that direction. I knocked on the closed door and after hearing no response, gently opened it to find mom laying on the bed, face buried in a pillow, her body heaving as she sobbed. I quickly walked over to the bed, sat down, and laid my hand on her back. She jumped at the touch, but I whispered, "It's okay, mom, I'm here to help."
On hearing my voice, she rolled over, sat straight up and pulled me into a hug. "Oh, thank god, son, your dad's gone stark raving lunatic on us. You have to get me out of here before he does something really stupid."
"That's why I'm here, mom. Go pack what you need. You're leaving with me."
"But how are you going to get me out of here? He won't let me leave."
"I brought some help with me, mom. Dad doesn't have a choice."
"Good for you, son, I knew you'd figure something out. But where am I gonna' go? He'll find me."
"It's all arranged, and he won't be able to find you. Not where you're going."
"Give me five minutes and I'll be ready."
"Do you need any help?"
"No, just keep that ignorant bastard out of my way."
"Consider it done." We headed out of the bedroom and while mom continued on to their bedroom, I turned towards the living room and rejoined Dylan and dad. I found dad sitting on the couch while Dylan stood in front of him. "Well, dad, I hope you happy with yourself. You've not only pushed me and my new family out of your life, but now it looks like you're doing the same with mom."
"None of this would be happening if you weren't one of those sissy-pants freaks. Your type is ruining this country."
"No, dad, that's where you're wrong. Us `sissy-pants freaks' are just fine the way we are. What's slowly killing this country is the fucking religious lunatics like you who think anyone who doesn't think like you is some sort of lower lifeform that has no right to exist. This is the 21st century, damn it! The sooner you grow up and realize the world is changing, the better off you'll be. Until you do that, I guess you'll be stuck living here alone, trying to figure out where you went wrong. I feel sorry for you."
"I don't want your pity, you fucking pervert. I! WANT! YOU! OUT! OF! MY! HOUSE!"
"You'll get your wish soon enough, old man. As soon as mom has her stuff packed, we're outta' here."
"You're not takin' my woman anywhere. She belongs to me, dammit."
"Max," Dylan interrupted, "Why don't you go see if you can help your mom? I got this." I turned and headed out of the living room and saw Dylan sit on the table in front of my dad. Knowing mom didn't need or want my help at the moment, I stopped in the hallway to listen to what Dylan had to say. "Mr. Sanders, please listen closely to what I'm about to tell you.
"First, Mrs. Sanders is not your woman and she does not belong to you. She is a human being, endowed by her creator with the same rights as you. She may be your wife, but that does not make her your property. Trust me on this, I know all too well what happens when one person believes they own another. Nothing good ever comes from that. Mrs. Sanders is free to do as she chooses and, right now, I believe, she chooses to leave this house. I am here to make sure she can do so if what she wants.
"Second, us `sissy-pants freaks' and `perverts' are also human beings, just like you, with the same rights as you." I could just see my father cringing in sheer horror at this big, black cop telling him he is gay, also. "There, you see, from your reaction, I know you can't believe that a black guy like me, and a cop to boot, could possibly be gay. Well, Mr. Sanders, believe me when I say I am. And I'm damn proud of it, also. Who I am has no effect on how I do my job. I enforce the law equally to all people, just as I'm supposed to do. I don't care if you're straight, gay, trans, pink, red, yellow, brown, black, whatever, if you commit a crime, I'm going to do my job and work my ass off to see you receive the punishment you deserve.
"Third, you may think your religious beliefs override the Constitution and other laws of this country, but I'm here to tell you they don't. You are free to believe anything you want for whatever reason you want, right up to the point where you start infringing on the rights of other people. You cross that line, then you're breaking the law and it will be my job to see that you are stopped in your tracks. And I will gladly do so.
"Lastly, when I talk to Mrs. Sanders, if she says she wants to stay in this house with you, then your son and I will leave without her. However, if she says she wants to leave, there is nothing you can do to stop her. She is free to go if that is what she desires. Do you understand?"
"What I understand is this, you're just another one of those people who are out to destroy this country by any means necessary. And you have a badge and gun to help you do just that. What's the hell is wrong with you people? Why are you so hell-bent on changing the laws of nature and God?"
"Sir, do you believe that God created man in his own image and He doesn't make mistakes?"
"Of course, I do. What kind of fool question is that?"
"Then you should know that God created Max, Tom, their sons, me and whole bunch of other people like us, same as he created you and your wife. And if He doesn't make mistakes, then there can't be anything wrong with us, can there? The simple fact that we are attracted to and love a person of the same sex should have no bearing on the discussion if God doesn't make mistakes, should it?"
"Your twisting the words to fit your agenda."
"No, sir, I'm not. I'm doing just as you do, selecting only the parts I choose to believe and follow. If it works that way for you, I should be allowed the same privilege."
Mom picked that moment to come out of their bedroom with a suitcase and overnight bag, ready to leave. I took the suitcase from her and we headed to the living room.
"I think we're ready, Dylan," I said as we joined him and my dad.
"Thank you, Max. Mrs. Sanders, before we go, I need to know if Mr. Sanders has injured or hurt you in any way besides not letting you leave the house."
"Absolutely not! He might be a mean and hateful old curmudgeon whose brain isn't properly wired, but he knows better than to ever raise a hand to me. If he'd ever done something like that, he knows there's no place on this Earth far enough away to hide and be safe from my wrath."
"That's good to hear ma'am. Now, is it your decision and intention to leave this home this afternoon with your son?"
"Damn right, it is. As long as he's being an ass, I don't want to be around him. If he can come to grips with reality and accept life as it is, I might, and I stress might, be willing to come back. He's gonna' have to prove he's changed his attitude before I step foot in this house again."
"Very well, ma'am," Dylan responded. He turned back to my dad and continued, "Mr. Sanders, we'll be leaving now. If, at some point in the future, Mrs. Sanders wishes to return to this home, I fully expect you to embrace that decision, but I believe it's going to take some work on your part to make that happen. While I can't force you to do so, I would advise you to seek counseling to accept the truth of who your son and his family are. I have seen too many families fractured beyond repair due to people refusing to accept their children for who they are, mine included. Mrs. Sanders appears to have made her decision, so now it's up to you."
Dylan turned back to mom and me and said, "Let's go folks."
The three of us walked out the front door and as soon as I closed the door, mom started crying. I wrapped my free arm around her shoulder and guided her to the car. After getting her into the front seat, I put her suitcase and overnight bag in the back, then went to talk to Dylan.
"Thanks for coming out this evening, Dylan. I hate to bring you into our family situation like this, but I do appreciate your help."
"Helping keep the peace is all part of the job, Max. You think he'll change?"
"Who knows? We can always hope."
"I wish you luck, Max. You takin' your mom to your house?"
"For now, but we've made arrangements with Tom's parents for her to go spend some time with them. We'll deal with that tomorrow. That way, dad can't find her and try to force her to come back."
"That sounds like a good idea. Let me know if you need anything else, Max."
"I will, Dylan. Thanks, again, for your help and have a great evening."
We got into our separate cars and headed out. As I pulled away from the curb, mom looked back to the house, tears flooding her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this mom?"
"Hell no, I'm not sure," she cried. "I love that miserable old fart, but there are days where I just want to wring his scrawny little neck. And I've had a lot of those days the last few months."
"Well, okay, then. Let me call home and let `em know we're on the way." I punched the button on the steering wheel to activate my phone and waited for the call to go through.
"Sanders Ranch," Tom answered.
"Ranch? Really, Tom?"
"You keep sayin' we have to run herd on these five, so ranch seems about right to me."
"Good point. Hey, we're on the way home, should be there in about twenty or twenty-five minutes. Make sure y'all are decent when we get there."
"Gotcha', boss. Got a little surprise for ya' when you get here."
"I hate surprises, Tom, and I've had way too many lately. What's goin' on?"
"You'll just have to wait `til you get here, babe. It's a good one, promise."
"It better be or you'll be joining the tenants in the northeast corner."
"Trust me," he said and then disconnected the call before I could say anything else.
I couldn't imagine what surprise he had in store for us, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't like it. It was a quiet ride the rest of the way as mom stewed about dad and I worried about what awaited our arrival at home. When I pulled into the garage, there was strange car in the drive. I already had enough problems to deal with, I sure as hell didn't need uninvited guests on top everything else. I grabbed mom's bags from the trunk while she got out of the car. We hadn't gotten halfway to the door to the house when we were joined by Alex and Joey. They gave mom a quick hug, then came over to me and grabbed the suitcase and overnight bag.
"So, what's the surprise?" I asked.
"You have to wait until we're inside," Joey responded.
"Yeah, pops swore us to secrecy," Alex added helpfully.
I led the parade into the living room and when I turned the corner from the hallway, I was amazed to see Bill and Estelle sitting next to Tom, smiling. I picked my jaw up off the floor and asked, "What are you two doing here?"
"You called for help, didn't you?" Bill asked.
"Well, yeah, but this is above and beyond."
"We figured why wait, we'd just come up and take Rose home with us. That okay with you?"
"Fine with me, but you better check with mom and see if she's ready."
"How about it Rose? You ready for a little road trip?" Estelle asked as she gave mom a hug.
"Oh, Estelle, you have no idea. But, I haven't made a reservation at the lodge yet. What if they don't have a room available?"
"You don't need one, Rose, you're staying with us. We've got you all set up in Tom's old room."
"Oh, I can't do that. That's asking way too much."
"Nonsense. We have plenty of room and this will give us a great chance to get to know each other better. If we can get these two lunks to pick a date for their wedding, we might even be able to start making plans for the big event."
"That does sound like fun. But, really, I don't want to impose. Besides, I don't want to encroach on the freedom you two enjoy at home."
"Don't worry about it, Rose. We don't have a problem staying clothed when the need arises," Estelle said.
"As long as you're sure it's okay, I'd be happy to join you."
"We're absolutely sure, Rose," Bill said as he stood up. "Let's get this show on the road. We can stop and have supper at a good restaurant on the way."
The boys gave goodbye hugs to Bill, Estelle and my mom, then Joey and Alex picked up mom's suitcase and overnight bag, again, and led the way back to the garage. Once I opened the big door, the twins headed out to Bill and Estelle's car and after Bill popped open the trunk, they put her stuff there for the ride to Grafton. Estelle climbed in the back seat with mom and Bill settled himself behind the wheel. I heard Estelle say, "Home, James" just before the car doors closed.
After Bill lowered his window, I said, "If you need anything, let us know."
"We got this covered, Max. See y'all later."
"Thanks for comin' up, dad. We appreciate it," Tom said. "And don't forget to call when you get home."
"Yes, worry-wart." With that, Bill backed the car up, turned around and headed on down drive while we all waved goodbye. Once the car disappeared past the trees, we turned and hustled back inside since none of us had grabbed a coat and it was starting to get really chilly, what with the sun having already dropped below the treetops. As soon as we were inside the garage, the boys started peeling off clothes and were well on their way to being comfortable when we reentered the house. Tom and I, though, opted to wait until I'd closed the door between the house and garage to join them as neither one of us enjoyed the cold quite that much.
After everyone was undressed, we met in the kitchen to figure out what we were going to have for supper tonight. After going over the various options of available food, it was decided by a popular vote of five against two for good old macaroni and cheese. While I got out the pan in which to boil the pasta, the boys got the table set and drinks taken care of as usual. Fifteen minutes later, we sat down to a basic, but tasty, meal.
"Well, that was a nice surprise, Tom, your parents being here. How'd you arrange that?"
"Actually, mom and dad did it all. Right after you left to pick up Rose, mom called me to find out what was going on. I told her you'd just left to get your mom, but I wasn't sure where we were going put her tonight since we're down a bed. Mom insisted they drive up today to pick her up and take her back home with them. I sure wasn't going to argue with her about it. I mean, why waste my breath?"
"You'll be glad to know the twins kept your secret." Joey and Alex smiled proudly and gave each other a high five. "Since I hadn't seen their car when they were here Tuesday, I didn't recognize it in the driveway tonight. I couldn't imagine who was here."
"Well, you're mom's safe with them."
"That's good to know. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the old man."
"Can't help you there, babe."
"I know." I turned to look at T.J., Mike and Andy, then Joey and Alex, and asked, "So what's on the schedule tonight, guys?"
"Can we go swimming?" Andy asked.
"And then watch a movie?" Mike added.
"Both sound like good ideas to me, boys. Swimming and a movie, it is." Then, I turned back to Alex and Joey and asked, "When we're done eating, will bring me that math book and the problems you were working on earlier? I'd like to take a look at what you did."
"You bet, dad," they answered.
It didn't take long for everyone to finish their mac and cheese and as the boys were cleaning up the table, Joey brought me the math book and the work they'd done so I could review it. I wasn't really surprised to find that both had every answer correct.
"And this was from the middle of the book?" I asked.
"Yeah, we didn't find anything new or different to work on until then," Joey answered. I flipped back to the front of the book and looked over the first two or three chapters.
"Okay, here's what I want you two to do. I'm going to give you both a new notebook to use while you work your way through the book. I want you to start at the beginning of the text and complete all the homework problems and tests at the end of each chapter. All your work will be done in the new notebooks and I want to review your work every chapter. As quickly as you went through the one chapter this afternoon, I expect you'll have the book completed by the middle of April. When you're done, I'll take the two notebooks and have a meeting with Mr. Furman and see what he says. Sound like a plan to you guys?"
"Great, dad," Alex answered. "But, I think we'll be done with it by the end of the month, don't you, Joey?"
"If it's all as easy as what we did today, probably sooner. It's only thirty-five chapters." I shook my head in disbelief at the confidence they had in their abilities.
"Whoa, take a chill pill, guys. There's no need to rush your way through it and I don't want this to interfere with your other school work."
"Don't worry, it won't, dad," they replied.
"And one more thing. Mr. Furman wasn't too sure about letting you have this text, so it stays home until you're done with it. I don't want to cause any problems at the school if other kids know you have it. Understood?"
"Got it, dad."
"Good, now, let's go for a swim." We grabbed our towels and headed out to the pool. After the initial roughhousing that had become a normal part of our time in the pool, Tom and I separated ourselves from the fantastic five and headed for calmer waters.
After we'd gotten settled in our corner, I leaned over and whispered, "When we go to bed tonight, I want you in me, lover."
He opened his eyes wide in surprise and responded, "You sure about that? We haven't worked on any stretching lately. It's gonna' to hurt like hell."
"Positive. Having those five rubbing their hard little peckers all over us has got me hotter than hell. I won't be happy until I can finally feel you deep inside me."
"If that's what you want, I'm only too happy to fulfill your wishes. And your ass, too," he added as he grinned evilly.
"It's a date, then. Just remember to lock the door when we get there this time. We don't need another audience."
"Oh, I don't know, I think that adds a bit of extra excitement, knowing we're being watched. Who knows, they might learn something new."
"That may be true, but I highly doubt sex education by living example is an accepted method of teaching your children about sex."
"Accepted by who?"
"Anybody. Now, on to another subject. We have a judge, parents and others who have all asked us when we're getting married. Don't you think we should get serious about picking a date?"
"You pick a date and I'm there," he smiled.
"This is an `us' type decision, bubba, not a `me' type. I want your opinion."
"Is tomorrow too soon?"
I punched him on the shoulder since I didn't feel I should be slapping his head quite yet, then said, "You know it is. We can't get a license, blood tests, invitations and everything else handled in a couple of hours. Besides, don't we want it outside?"
"Of course, we do. I was just yanking your chain."
"I'll have something for you to yank a little later," I smiled. "I'm thinking sometime around the middle of the month, maybe the second weekend after Mike's birthday. It shouldn't be too hot, yet, and the bugs won't be out in full force, either. It also gives us a decent lead time to arrange caterers, flowers, tents, whatever. Does that sound good to you?"
"Perfect. Let's look at a calendar when we go inside and pick the actual date. When mom and dad call to tell us they got home okay, we can let them know. That'll give them a chance to start thinking about it and doing some basic planning for us."
"Sounds good, Tom. I'll call Lee tonight and let her know, also. I'll let you call David tomorrow so he can block out the date on his calendar and let his wife know. Who else? Oh, yeah, Dylan and Carol, can't forget them, either. I know we'll be sending them invitations, but I think they deserve a phone call, too."
"Carol, especially, since this wouldn't be happening without her meddling."
"Don't you ever say that word to her. When I first told her about us getting together, she freaked out and said she shouldn't have been meddling in our lives."
"My lips are sealed."
Suddenly, from the other end of the pool, we heard, "DADS! Get over here, T.J.'s hurt." We both took off for the other end of the pool and when we got to the boys, found T.J. being held up by Alex and Joey, eyes wide open and gasping for breath.
I took T.J. in my arms, climbed out of the pool and walked to the closest chaise where I gently laid him down and rolled him on his side. "What happened?" I asked as the others surrounded us.
"He jumped off the step into the water just as I was lifting my leg and he landed on it, right on my knee," Joey cried. "I didn't mean to, it just happened."
"I know you didn't mean for this to happen, Joey. I think he's just had the breath knocked out of him." I turned to Tom and asked, "Do you think we should call 9-1-1?"
"Definitely. Don't want to take a chance on him having inhaled water while trying to breathe. Keep him on his side and I'll take care of it." Tom ran inside and made the call. He was back in a minute, "They'll be here in about 10 minutes. How's his breathing?"
"Still gasping. Do you know CPR?"
"I do, but as long he's breathing on his own, however ugly it may be, you don't want to do that. Wait for the EMTs to make that call."
"Hang in there, son, help's on the way." T.J. nodded weakly to let me know he understood.
By the time we heard the first siren of the rapidly approaching emergency crew, T.J.'s breathing had almost returned to normal and he was able to croak, "I'm okay, I just ... couldn't breathe." The other four boys hadn't left his side the entire time and Tom turned to head to the front door to meet the EMTs. As I watched his bare backside leave the pool shelter, it suddenly hit me we were all still nude. Oh well, too late to do anything about that now.
As I opened the front door to the house, it suddenly hit me I was still nude. I looked around really quickly for a cover of some type, but there was none to be found. As the first EMT came through the door, I could see surprise written across his face.
"Where's the problem," he asked.
"Out at the pool, straight through the glass doors over there," I answered as I pointed the direction he should go.
"I'll go on out, then. My partner will be right behind me with oxygen and a stretcher." He continued on while I waited at the open door for his partner. Damn it was cold outside and I could feel some major shrinkage happening as the chill wind hit me. The second EMT finally arrived with the stretcher and oxygen and after he got inside as over the surprise of finding me nude, I closed the door and led him through the house and out to the pool.
"Step back guys and let me see what's going on," the EMT said.
"Hi, I'm his dad, Max Sanders. He's doing better now. I think he just got the wind knocked out of him, but I don't know if he took in any water since we were all in the pool when it happened," I told the EMT as I moved out of his way and the boys backed up also. Tom was leading the other EMT into the pool shelter as the one already here knelt next to the chaise.
"Hi, young man, my name is Doug and I'm going to check you out. Can you tell me your name?"
"T.J.," he croaked.
"Good, T.J., can you tell me what happened?"
"I jumped off the ... steps into the water ... and hit something hard," he managed to say between ragged breaths.
"Any idea what it was you hit?"
Joey raised his hand and through quivering lips offered, "My knee."
"Okay, thanks. T.J., can you show me where his knee hit you?"
"Right, here," he answered, pointing to his chest just to the right of center. "It hurts really bad."
"I bet it does. I'm going to listen to your chest right now, so bear with me, okay?" T.J. nodded as Doug put his stethoscope in his ears and started listening to his chest and back. While he was doing that, the other EMT started taking T.J.'s blood pressure and pulse. After moving the end of his scope around to several locations, he pulled it back out of his ears, and said, "Your lungs sound good. I'm not hearing anything I shouldn't be, so it doesn't sound like you got any water in there. That's a good thing, by the way." T.J. gave him a weak grin. "Now, I need you to lay on your back for me so I can check your ribs, okay?"
"Uh, huh." T.J. slowly rolled onto his back, wincing in pain as he did so. Doug started lightly pressing his fingertips around T.J.'s chest, focusing on his ribs. When he hit the spot T.J. had pointed to, there was sharp intake of breath and a whimper from our son.
"Looks like he might have cracked a rib, Mr. Sanders. The only way to know for sure would be to take him to the ER for an x-ray." He looked to his partner and asked, "How's his vitals?"
"Looking good, Doug. Pulse might be a touch fast, but not too bad. Oxygen's a bit low, also, but that could be due to the way he's been breathing. Still, probably ought to get a mask on him."
"Good. Get the mask on." Doug turned to me and asked, "So, we going to take him in for an x-ray?"
"If he did get water in his lungs, would that show up?"
"If there's enough of it, it would."
"Then let's do it. I want to make sure he's okay."
"No problem. I would, however, recommend you wear a bit more that you are right now," he chuckled. "We're not going to a come as you are party."
"Thanks, Doug, but I knew that. I'll be ready to go when you are."
"I'm going, too," Joey called.
"You don't have to do that, Joey."
"Yeah, I do! It was my knee, I'm going!"
"Okay, okay, chill out. Go get some clothes on and grab a pair of shorts for T.J. Then bring `em back out here so we can slip `em on." Joey turned and ran for the house. "Should we get a shirt for him, too, Doug."
"No point in that, they'd just take it back off at the ER to check him over there and do the x-ray. We'll wrap him up in some nice toasty blankets to keep him warm for the trip in. Wouldn't hurt to take one with you though so he'll have it to wear back home."
I was going to have Joey grab some other clothes for T.J., but he was long gone. "Andy, Mike, why don't you go get a shirt, sweats, shoes and socks also? Put them in one of the plastic bags from the pantry and meet me in the living room." I ran to the bedroom to get dressed for the trip to the hospital. As I came back into the living room, I met Doug and his partner heading through the living room to the front door, wheeling a mummy-wrapped T.J. between them. Joey was right behind them, dressed and ready to roll and he was followed by Tom and Alex. Andy and Mike were just coming back from their bedroom with the other clothes I asked them to get for T.J.
"Which hospital you want us to use, Mr. Sanders, Saints or Memorial?"
"Memorial, please."
"We'll see you there," Doug said as they pulled T.J. through the door and loaded him into the ambulance.
I turned to Tom, Alex, Andy and Mike and said, "We'll be back as soon as we can. You got this, right?"
"Go, we'll be fine, Max. Call us when you know what's going on."
"Thanks, love you." I gave tom a kiss and the boys a hug, then Joey and I headed to the garage for the long trip to town.
"I'm really sorry, dad, I never meant to hurt T.J."
"I know that, son, and don't worry, he's going to be just fine."
The rest of the ride was pretty quiet except for an occasional sniffle from my passenger. I caught up to the ambulance soon enough, but decided to just follow instead of passing them. I didn't see much point for us to arrive at the ER before T.J. When we arrived at our destination, I found a parking spot while the EMTs unloaded T.J. and wheeled him into the ER. We were five seconds behind them when we entered the ER lobby ourselves and I came face-to-face with the lovely Miss Mabel.
"Hello, Mabel, how are you tonight?" I asked in greeting.
"Fine, sir, how may I help you?" she grumped without looking up.
"First, you can start by changing your attitude. Second, you could at least look at me when you speak to me." She slowly raised her head and when she finally saw who was standing there, her eyes narrowed and her face turned red with anger.
"And just what do you want, tonight?"
"My son was just brought in by ambulance after an accident in our pool. I'd like to give you the information you need so you can enter it into your little computer sitting in front of your face."
"Fine, patient's name?"
"Thomas James Bruce, T.J. for short."
"Address?" I gave her the address and continued providing the information she requested. We finally got to the question I was waiting for, "Responsible party?"
"That would be me, of course, Max Sanders, same address and phone numbers."
"C'mon, dad, how much longer is this gonna' take? We gotta' get in there with T.J.," Joey whined while tugging at my sleeve.
"Just another minute, Joey. Patience, young man." I turned back to Mabel and asked, "Do you need anything else before I can join my son?"
"What is your relationship to the patient?"
"I'm his father, did you not hear me say that at the beginning of our conversation?"
"But, your last name is Sanders and the patient's is Bruce. Just how can you be his father when your names are different."
"Well, if your nosiness must absolutely know, I'm in the process of adopting him." A hideously evil smirk flooded the pudgy countenance she called a face.
"That means the adoption's not finalized yet, which also means you're not his father, yet, which means you're not going back there."
"I'm afraid you're quite wrong in your reasoning, Mabel. We are going back to be with our son and brother and there's not a damn thing you can do about it." I turned and headed towards the doors to the treatment area and I saw Mr. Security step in front of them to block my path. I quickly whispered something to Joey and then greeted the guard. "Good evening, I'm going in to be with my son."
"Sorry, sir, but if Mabel says you don't go in, you don't go in."
"Do you remember me from last Saturday? Do you remember the chat you had with Sergeant Brock? Would like to have that conversation with him, again, at the police station?"
"He ain't here with you now, so go sit down over there," he grumbled while point a finger towards some empty seats.
"Nope, not gonna happen. Joey, would you like to help me out here?"
"Sure thing, dad." He pulled a chair over and then climbed up on the seat so he was standing eye-to-eye with the guard. "Look, buttface, I don't know who you are and, right now, I freakin' don't care! But my little brother's in there and I ain't lettin' him stay in there by hisself! You either get outta' our way or I'm gonna' kick you in the balls so hard you're gonna' need to blow your damn nose to get `em back! And while you're squirmin' on the floor, squealin' in pain, I'm gonna' step on your sorry ass as we go over you! Now, you gonna' let us by or am I gonna' have to kick you where you won't never forget you been kicked?"
The poor schmuck was too dumfounded at Joey's verbal assault to respond. Even if he'd tried to say something, we wouldn't have heard a word of it over the round of applause Joey was receiving from the few others in the waiting room.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, ya' big dumb jerkoff. Why don't you go do somethin' useful, like sit in the corner and suck on your thumb?" Joey climbed off the chair, took my hand and said in his most polite voice, "C'mon, let's go, dad." We stepped around the guard and entered hallowed ground.
"Boy, I'm glad you're on my side, Joey," I chuckled.
"Always, dad."
I found a nurse and asked her where we could find T.J. She kindly directed us to a treatment cubby with divider curtains pulled around it and when Joey and I entered the space, I found another familiar and, hopefully, a friendlier face.
Joey hustled to the bed and climbed up to hold onto T.J. while I stood beside the bed and held his hand. I heard Joey whisper, "I'm so sorry T.J., I didn't mean to hurt you."
"S'okay, Joey, I know," T.J. whispered back.
"Evening, Dr. Hansen, how are you tonight?"
"Well, hidey-ho, Mr. Sanders. This lad one of yours?"
"Sure is. His name's T.J. and the other munchkin is Joey. So, how's he doing."
"To be honest, I just got here, too, why don't you fill me in on why we're here, first?" I told him what had happened at home, answering his questions when he asked them. "Well, his breathing is obviously better now, and his vitals are looking good, so I'm sure he's going to be just fine. Let me listen to his lungs, make sure the EMTs didn't miss anything. Can you sit up for me, T.J.?" He tried, but squeaked in pain, grabbed his right side and laid back down. "Guess that hurts pretty bad right now, doesn't it?" T.J. nodded in agreement. "How `bout a little help from your brother?" Joey kneeled on the bed, took T.J.'s hands in his own and helped pull him up into a sitting position.
"Thanks for helping out, Joey. Now, can you sit back a little bit so I can listen to his chest, please?" Joey scooted back to give Dr. Hansen some room who then used his stethoscope in much the same manner the EMT had done at the house. "Everything sounds good, here. I'm not hearing anything to indicate he got any water in his lungs. How you feelin', T.J.?"
"A lot better than I did, but it still hurts really bad right here," he answered, pointing to the same spot just to the right of the center of his chest.
"Well, let's get you laid back down so I can check that out." Joey helped his brother lay down again and once T.J. was on his back, Dr. Hansen proceeded to examine his chest, tapping and lightly pressing various locations. When he reached the tender spot, T.J. winced and squeaked in pain, again. "Yep, looks like he might have a cracked rib, all right. It could just be badly bruised, but we'll get an x-ray in a few and make sure that's all it is."
"Great, doc, thanks. How long do you think it'll be?"
"It's a pretty quiet night for once, so ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I'll get the picture of his chest ordered and an orderly should be here shortly to take him away."
"He can't go alone," Joey said.
"You can ride with him if you want to, Joey, but you can't be in the x-ray room with him, okay."
"Okay, thanks."
"I'll be back in when they bring you guys back down, okay, Mr. Sanders?"
"We'll be here. Thanks, doc." Less than five minutes had passed when the orderly came to take T.J. and Joey for their ride through the seemingly impenetrable maze of hospital corridors. I walked alongside, holding onto T.J.'s hand. When we arrive at the x-ray room, Joey hopped off the bed and waited with me in the hallway while T.J. was rolled into the room to get his picture taken. The door opened a minute later and T.J. was wheeled back into the hall where Joey immediately jumped back up to sit at T.J.'s feet for the ride back to the ER. We were returned to the same space we'd just vacated and Dr. Hansen came back in a couple minutes later holding the x-ray in his hand. He first held it up to the light, then slid it into the lightbox attached to the wall and motioned for me to come closer.
When I stood next him, he pointed to a spot on the x-ray and said, "See this thin line right here? That is, indeed, a tiny fracture in the rib. It didn't snap completely, so there's really nothing to do for it but wait for it to heal on its own."
"That's good news, but what about his pain."
"Like I said, he's probably got a pretty good bruise developing in the muscle. You can't see anything externally right now, but I'm sure by morning, it will be quite obvious."
"Anything we can to do to help?"
"Not much, really, except to have him take it easy for three to four weeks. If he's having some pain, give him a couple children's aspirin no more than 3 times a day. The pain he's got right now will diminish in a few days. No running or jumping, no wrestling, stuff like that. I'd also keep him out of the pool for at least a week. He won't much like that, I'm sure, but the stretching of swimming and horsing around that boys are known for will only extend the time he's dealing with the pain. After a week, he should be okay as long he and his brothers don't get too wild."
"Thanks, Dr. Hansen. We'll take good care of him. Now, I want to talk to you about something else, if you have a minute."
"Sure thing, Mr. Sanders."
"Joey, would you help T.J. get dressed in the clothes we brought with us. Be careful with putting the shirt on. He won't be able to lift his arm very high."
"You got it, dad."
"Thanks, be right back."
"Step into my office," Dr. Hansen said as he pulled back the curtain separating this space from the next. "What's up, Mr. Sanders?"
"Mabel is what's up. You people really need to something about her. And that guard, too."
"What happened, tonight? As if I don't already know the answer."
"Look, I understand you have rules around here and I know they're there to help protect your patients and staff. But Mabel doesn't seem to be able to use her common sense when a situation arises that requires a bending of those rules. When I was here last weekend with Tom, I was upset about not being allowed back here with him, but I dealt with it for a while. After all, Tom's an adult and can better understand what going on around him. But, T.J.'s only seven, and once Mabel found out his adoption wasn't finalized, she wasn't going to allow us back here with him because we aren't `family'. She was going to leave a young child without an adult he knew and trusted, simply because she's still pissed off at me from last weekend. That's ridiculous. When we tried to get in anyway, the guard blocked our way again."
"How'd you get around him tonight? Or do I want to know?"
"Joey threatened him with bodily harm if he wouldn't let us in."
"Must have been some threat to get Trevor to back off."
"Something about kicking him so hard he'd have to blow his nose to get his balls back," I grinned. Dr. Hansen covered his mouth to suppress his laugh. "I know Joey went a little overboard, but I thought if Trevor, you say, would listen to anybody, it'd be a kid, maybe soften his heart a bit if the kid was crying or something. That's what Joey was supposed to do. And it didn't happen quite that way, but the end result was the same. I just think the guardians at the gate need some more training on how to be a bit more flexible in how to do their jobs in what is a stressful time for friends and family of your patients."
"I'll see what I can do. We do have the rules to protect everybody, but, you're right, there needs to be some common sense used and we could be a bit more flexible in special situations. Hopefully, it'll be a while before I have to see you again in here and things will be better then."
"I hope the same, doc, but with five boys nine years old and younger, it seems unlikely. I'll be happy if I can make it through a month without having to make a standing reservation at your fine establishment," I laughed.
"Well, let me get T.J.'s paperwork completed and get we'll you guys on your way. Make sure he's careful the next week or two. I'm sure he will be because he'll be dealing with some pain, but you know what I mean."
"Sure do, doc. We'll be careful. Thanks again for your help." Dr. Hansen walked off to deal with the paperwork and I returned to T.J. and Joey. T.J. was sitting up on the bed, sweatpants on, and Joey was trying to help him with his shirt, but not having much success. I offered to help out and after a couple false starts, finally figured how to get T.J.'s shirt on without causing him too much pain. While I was working on the shirt, Joey was taking care of his sock and shoes. We were ready to go as soon the paperwork showed up.
A few minutes later, a nurse came in with the discharge papers, which I signed, then I picked up T.J. and we headed for the exit. As we entered the lobby and the waiting people realized who was passing through, they, again, gave Joey a small round of applause, for which, he graced them with a big smile and a funky little bow of thanks. I turned halfway around, waved goodbye to Trevor, the guard, and stopped at the check-in desk and said, "It's been a pleasure as always, Mabel. I hope you have a great night and we'll see you next time."
I carried T.J. all the way to the car, with Joey leading the way, and when I got the doors unlocked, I gently set T.J. down in his seat while Joey climbed in the other side, buckled him in, then sat right next to him, buckled himself in place and wrapped an arm around T.J. to hold onto him. I climbed in and started the drive for home. After punching the button to activate the phone, I called home to let them know T.J. was fine and we'd be back home in about thirty minutes. When pressed for details, I put them off and told them they'd hear all about it when we got home. Upon our arrival home and parking the car in the garage, I opened the back door let T.J. and Joey out. T.J. lifted his left arm towards me and put the saddest puppy-dog look on his face I'd ever seen, asking for a ride. I just couldn't say no, so I picked him up and, with Joey leading the way to open and close doors, we headed into the house and began our search for the rest of the family.
It was a short search as they were all sitting in the living room by the fireplace, anxiously awaiting our return. I set T.J. on a chair and asked, "You okay?" He nodded and I turned to the others to give them the scoop. "Okay, T.J. has a slight fracture in one of his ribs. He's supposed to take it easy for the next three to four weeks so the fracture can heal. That means no wrestling or roughhousing. Also, the doctor said he should probably not swim for at least a week as the stretching would only prolong the pain he's dealing with. In an attempt to keep him out of the pool, I think we should all refrain from swimming until the twins' birthday party next Saturday. Any questions?"
"Why can't we swim even if he can't?" Alex asked.
"How would you feel if you were sitting in a chair watching the rest of us swim and have fun?"
"Not happy, I guess."
"Exactly. You'll survive a week without the pool. We can find other things to do to fill time besides swimming, don't you think?"
"Okay, dad," they all groaned.
"Good, now, one more thing. T.J.'s going need some help getting dressed and deal with things for a while since it hurts for him to lift his right arm. Any volunteers?" All four other boys raised their hands. "I expected as much. Mike, Andy, you can help with getting him dressed and undressed. I'll have to show you how to get his shirt on and off so it doesn't hurt. Joey, Alex, you two can help with his backpack to and from school. You'll have to follow him to his class and pick him up there after school, also."
"No problem, dad, we got this," Mike said.
"I'll take care of his part setting the table and cleaning up after we eat, dad," Andy offered.
"Thanks, Andy. We may rotate that little chore among all four of you, but we'll see. Anything else?"
"Can I get undressed, now?" T.J. asked.
"Why not?" I answered. "Mike, Andy, let me show you how to deal with the shirt and then you can take him to the bedroom to deal with the rest of it." I demonstrated how to remove T.J.'s shirt without him having to lift his arm and once that was off, Mike and Andy helped T.J. up and led him to their bedroom to finish the job. Joey and Alex headed to their own room so Joey could get comfortable and Tom followed me to our bedroom so I could do the same.
"So, how was Mabel and the guard, today."
"Same nasty attitude as last week, especially when they saw it was me. Joey took care of Trevor, the guard, though. Told him if he didn't let us in to be with T.J., he was gonna kick him so hard he'd have to blow his nose to get his balls back."
"Oh, my god, wish I could have seen that. That kid's hilarious."
"It was priceless. Joey was supposed to put on a pitiful, crying kid act, but changed his mind. Poor old Trevor didn't even respond. I had a little chat with the doc who took care of you last weekend and told him they really need to do something about those two. He said he see what he could do."
"Well, I'm glad you're back home. Let me tell what I've done while you were gone."
"And what was that."
"Well, after our conversation in the pool and all hell broke loose, I looked at a calendar and discovered the second Saturday after Mike's birthday is the seventeenth. So, that's our wedding date. I called Carol and Dylan to pass on the news to them and they were thrilled, swore they'd be here and offered to help with anything they could. I figured you'd want to call Lee and Carl, yourself, so I didn't make that one. I haven't heard from mom or dad yet, so we can tell them when they call."
"That's great, Tom. I'm glad you followed through on that. I wish I could have been here for the calls, but no big deal. And, I'll call Lee in a few. We need to start working on guest lists for both of us, I guess. Did the other three boys hear you make the calls?"
"No I used the phone in the study while they played Mousetrap. We should let them all know, don't you think?"
"Let's do that right now." I grabbed Tom as we were leaving the bedroom, gave him a kiss and said, "I love you, bubba, I hope you know that."
"I love you, too, babe. You still want to do what we talked about in the pool?"
"I can't wait."
When we got back to the living room, the boys were nowhere to be found and when I called out for them, they answered from the kitchen. Tom and I turned around and headed that direction. When we arrived, we found all five boys sitting on their stools at the counter, hunger tattooed across their foreheads.
"Looks like it's snack time, babe," Tom said.
"Either that or they're getting ready to start munching on us." Joey and Alex grinned evilly while the others just nodded in agreement. I pulled out the cookies while Tom got their milk poured. Once the snacks were all set, I asked, "Everybody ready for school tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I want to see if Billy's mom gave in yet and let him cut his hair," Andy answered.
"Well, I hope you won't be too disappointed if he doesn't."
"I won't be, but he will."
"What about you, Mike?"
"I'm ready, I guess."
"T.J., you gonna' be okay? You've got a spelling test tomorrow." I asked moving on down the line.
"I hope, we'll see how I feel in the morning."
"Fair enough, what about you two?"
"We're always ready, dad," Joey answered.
"And don't forget those new notebooks you promised us," Alex added.
"Not to worry, I have a couple extras in the study. They'll be ready for you tomorrow."
Tom tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey, you forgot the big news. Spill it, already."
"Oh, yeah, duh! And one more thing, Tom and I have decided our wedding will be May 17." A resounding chorus of cheers lifted the roof off the house. "Okay, y'all, calm down. We have plenty of time to make plans and see how you can all be involved, okay." Lots of nods from the boys in agreement.
With the snack completed, I said, "Okay, let's get teeth brushed and in bed. We'll be along in a minute to say goodnight." All five slid off their stools and headed for their rooms while Tom and I cleaned up. That chore dealt with, we followed in our sons' footsteps to say our goodnights. T.J., Andy, and Mike were curled together under the covers already, with a little twist this time. T.J. was in between the other two tonight as they held him. Tom and I leaned in to plant kisses on foreheads and say I love you to each of them and they all returned the favor. After turning out the light and closing the door, it was time to check on Joey and Alex.
Their door was wide open, as usual, and we could clearly hear sounds of pleasurable delight emanating from within. Tom and I felt an immediate reaction below the waist at the sight that greeted us. Alex was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, legs splayed wide open, and Joey was on top of his brother, rocking his hips in a well-practiced motion, rubbing their hard peckers together. We sat on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show and the two did not disappoint their audience as they humped their way towards sweet bliss. When they had achieved Nirvana, and returned to this planet, Alex finally opened his eyes and realized we'd been sitting there long enough to see a majority of their love-making. He poked Joey in the ribs to get him to roll off to the side and see us also.
"Look, we know you two are quite active, but you really should close the door you're enjoying each other, just like we do," I commented.
"And what, get interrupted by a knock on the door?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, that's not gonna' happen," Joey added.
"Besides, we don't care if you watch us, you two do the same thing," Alex said.
"You guys are something else," Tom said. "Get over here and say good night."
They stood up on the mattress and walked to where we sat on the edge, their penises still erect and bouncing freely with each step. I suddenly realized that those bobbing little peckers were at the same level as our faces and was unprepared for what happened next as Joey kept moving forward until his hardness slipped between my lips and my nose was buried in his hairless pubic mound. I'm not sure if it was pure instinct or what, but I closed my lips around his narrow shaft and curled my tongue around the sweet morsel without conscious thought. I looked at the other two out of the corner of eye and saw Alex had fed himself to Tom for a light snack, also. I closed my eyes and began slowly bobbing my head back on forth while swirling my tongue around the stiff member that was buried in my face.
I finally came to my senses when I heard Joey and Alex intensely moaning with delight. I placed my hands on Joey's hips and slowly pushed him backward until my mouth was empty. "No, we can't do this."
"Oh, come on dad, it was just starting to feel good," Joey whined.
"Too bad. C'mon, Tom, we need to get to bed. Goodnight, boys, we love you."
"Yeah, we'll see you in the morning," Tom added as we turned off the light and left their room on the way our own, dripping cocks leading the way. When we got to our room, we jumped on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other.
"Get your lubes and whatever else you think you might need, I want you in my ass now." Tom rolled over and extracted the medium-sized dildo and a bottle of oil from the nightstand while I assumed the position, on my knees and elbows, ass lifted high in the air. Tom wasted no time applying some oil to my asshole and immediately inserted a finger as deep as it would go. He must have been as hot as I was to have moved so quickly. A minute later, he removed the finger and replaced it with the well-oiled dildo, helping to stretch my sphincter even wider. Despite the size, I felt no pain, only immense pleasure at being violated and I was anxiously awaiting the next object to enter me, Tom's cock.
When he felt I was ready for him, he rolled over onto his back, handed me the bottle of oil and told me to get him ready for the moment we'd both been waiting for. I drizzled a fair amount of oil over his cock and then used my hands to spread it evenly and make sure he was well-lubed from tip to hilt. When he was all slicked up, I crouched over his midsection and slowly lowered my body until the tip of his mushroom head made contact with my tight, virgin pucker. It was now or never, I decided, and I began to slowly lower myself even further while Tom held his cock in position to make sure it didn't slip off the target.
Without warning, my ass opened wider and allowed him to enter me. Son-of-a-bitch, that fucking hurt, but I wasn't about to stop now, so I sat there for a few moments with just the head stretching me wider while I waited for the pain to subside. When I was ready for more, I slowly lowered my body and continued until I was sitting on Tom's thighs and his throbbing cock was buried deep inside me. I sat still for a few moments with my eyes closed as I became more comfortable with the feeling of fullness. Oh, god, his cock felt so damn good, I don't know why I waited this long for it to happen.
When all the pain had dissipated, I began to slowly rock back and forth on Tom's thigh's, ensuring he was in me as deep as possible. I opened my eyes and looked at Tom's face to find he had his eyes closed as he was taking in all these new sensations, also. After closing my eyes again, I began moving up and down, stopping as I felt the rim of his mushroom reach the edge of extremely sensitive sphincter, slowly at first and gradually increasing in speed until I had reached what I felt a nice and smooth rhythm. I had been getting my first real fuck for several minutes when I felt Tom's finger at my mouth.
That seemed a bit odd to me, but I didn't hesitate to spread my lips just enough to take it in my mouth. This was the oddest finger I'd ever had in my mouth, not that I'd had any besides my own, mind you. It was hard as a nail and smooth as silk from tip to palm, but I wasn't feeling any knuckles as it moved in and out of my mouth. I finally opened my eyes again and discovered my view was blocked by an expanse of pale, hairless skin. My mind was already overloaded due to the reaming happening in my ass, and as my gaze moved up the slab of skin in front of me, I passed over a cute innie bellybutton, followed shortly by two dime-sized nipples and then, finally, the face of a twin looking into my eyes as he pistoned his hips back and forth, fucking my face for all he was worth.
My eyes opened even wider in shock, but I couldn't stop sucking this beauty. My mind was too far gone at the moment to think properly and I let the lad continue pumping his hips, feeding his sweet hardness to me. I reached around his hips and grabbed his ass, forcing him ever deeper into my hungry mouth. As I continued to massage his smooth globes, one of my oil slickened fingers found his tight little pucker and when he pulled back one time, I let a finger slide into his ass to the hilt. He tossed his head back in ecstasy at the anal invader and he started fucking my mouth even faster. I found his prostate with my finger and began to rub the little nubbin on each penetration of his cock into my mouth and my finger into his tight little hole.
I felt somebody's hand wrap itself around my cock that was bouncing wildly over Tom's midsection and judging from the size, it had to be the other twin. That was all it took for me, two strokes of that small hand on my cock and I moaned deeply around the pecker filling my mouth. I started pumping out shot after shot of cum, not caring where it landed. I could feel my sphincter squeezing Tom's cock relentlessly, and I soon felt him grow even larger as he started shooting his load deep into my bowels. I must have hit my twin's prostate just right as he grabbed the back of my head and held my face tight to his body, burying his dancing pecker as deep as he possibly could in my mouth. I don't know he remained standing during his orgasm, but he somehow accomplished that feat. Perhaps it was my hands on his ass and the finger buried deep inside that did it. I continued to rub his tiny prostate until he backed off, pulling his now limp and lifeless treasure from my mouth.
After I removed my finger from his hole, he promptly sat on Tom's belly to recover from his orgasmic high and I remained still, Tom's cock slowly softening and retreating from the warm confines of my ass. Now that my twin was not blocking the view, I could see the other one was still humping Tom's face and obviously enjoying himself. Now that I could see that cute little ass bobbing up and down, I realized that Joey had been the one to molest my face and Alex was working over Tom in fine order. I decided to help little Alex reach the pinnacle of pleasure and I reached around a sagging Joey, placed a hand on Alex's cum-covered ass and probed for this tight hole. When I discovered it nestled in the cleft between those beautiful globes, I pushed my finger into it and began a search for his prostate. When I found that nugget, I gave it a gentle prod with my fingertip and Alex's began bucking his hips even faster. I didn't even have to move my hand as Alex's own movements were doing a very nice job of not only fucking Tom's mouth, but allowing me to fuck his tight ass with my finger. Once he was being fully stimulated front and rear, Alex reached his peak in no time and I soon felt his sphincter clutching my finger as his orgasm shook his small body. When he could take no more stimulation, he stopped moving and slowly moved over to Tom's side and collapsed on his belly.
After a few minutes of quietly recovering, I suggested we all hop in our shower and get cleaned up. I carefully moved to the side of the bed and picked up Alex's wilted form in my arms. Tom scooped up the sagging Joey in his strong arms and scooted to the side of the bed so he could stand up. I lead the way to our bathroom and once we were all in the shower, Tom and I set the twins on the bench, then I turned on and adjusted the water temperature. With the water flowing, Tom and I tenderly cleaned ourselves first, then turned our attentions to Alex and Joey. Neither was in any shape to stand just yet, so we washed them where they sat. Amazingly, when it was time wash their sweet rods, they both rose to attention, as if ready to start all over. Tom and I couldn't get over the resilience and boundless horniness of youth.
Since both were still zoned out on the bench, when it came time to clean their backs, I picked up Alex, laying his head on my shoulder and cupping my hands beneath his sweet and smooth behind, then held him under the warm spray of the shower while Tom lovingly washed his back from shoulders to ankles. With Alex cleaned up, I set him down while Tom picked up Joey in the same manner and allowed me the pleasure of cleaning his beautiful back. Lord, these two boys were so perfect in every way and I loved them in every way possible and I know Tom did, too. With both boys cleaned and rinsed off, I turned off the shower while Tom grabbed towels for us. We dried the boys first and, once satisfied they were ready for bed again, we applied the towels to our own bodies.
After hanging the towels on their bars to dry, I gently picked up Alex and Tom lifted Joey, then we quietly carried the sleeping angels to their own bed, laid them down, pulled up the covers and gave them their goodnight kisses. They, of course, had no clue any of that had happened, but I can attest to the fact that it did. Tom and I then returned to our own bedroom and crawled under the covers that had been tossed around considerably during the previous half-hour.
"Oh, my god, that was heavenly," I sighed.
"You took the words right out my mouth," Tom agreed. "I guess you forgot to lock the door."
"Me? I thought you were locking it."
"Oops, my bad, babe. Kinda' glad we didn't, though."
"Me, too. I know we shouldn't have done that with them, but I just couldn't think straight. When Joey first slipped his dick in my mouth, I thought it was your finger, but I sure wasn't going to spit it out once I figured out what was really happening."
"Me either. When I opened my eyes and discovered Alex was feeding himself to me, I just let it happen. I wasn't about to let that sweet young piece of meat escape, not after having tasted it once, already."
"I think those two might just kill us, but what a glorious and happy death it would be."
I curled up into Tom's arms and let him hold me. "I love you, Tom," I whispered and heard him reply, "I love you more" as I drifted off into quiet and contented sleep. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 41</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Hlk480466208"></a><a name="_Toc480474768"><span>Chapter 41 � Rose Takes a Hike</span></a></h2>
<p><span>"What's
going on, Tom? If we can help, you know we will."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Max talked to his mom a little while ago and she told us the lawyer Max's dad
hired has decided to no longer represent him and Jim is <i>not</i> a happy camper.
His dad is being a real bitchy pain in the ass and driving Rose bonkers. She's
decided she needs to get the hell outta' Dodge for a bit and thought she might head
your direction and stay at the lodge at Pere Marquette for a while. She
wondered if you and mom might like a drop-in visitor while she's in the area."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'd
love that and we'll even go a step further. Why doesn't she just stay with Estelle
and me? No sense spending good money on the lodge when we have perfectly good
empty bedroom here. I'm sure she'd be quite comfortable in your old room,
son."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
she probably would. What do you think, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds like a great idea, Bill. However, she probably won't be too at ease
with you and Estelle being nude."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
worries, Max. We can cover up if need be, won't bother us at all. We really
liked your mom and would enjoy spending more time with and getting to know her
better."</span></p>
<p><span>"As
long you're sure it's not an imposition. I don't want put you guys out."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
happy to do it, Max. I'll let Estelle know when she gets home from the store
that we're going to have a guest. Then we can get Tom's room spruced up a bit
and get everything ready for her."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds perfect, Bill. We really appreciate this. I'll call mom back after supper
and let her know. Is it okay if we give her your number so she can talk call
you to get directions and make arrangements?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, it is. Why would even ask such a silly question?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
always ask before giving out phone numbers that aren't mine, Bill."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
give her the number and when she calls, we'll arrange everything. Don't you
worry one bit, we'll take good care of her." </span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
dad, we appreciate the help. And we're sure Rose will, too. We'll talk to you
later."</span></p>
<p><span>"Bye,
son, Max. You take care of those boys. Oh, and take care of yourselves, too,"
he chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>We
ended the call and looked at each other with wide smiles. "I think that went
well, don't you, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
different than I thought. My mom and dad must really like your mom. They
usually hate to have other people stay in the house with them. They don't mind
occasional visitors, but actual houseguests are unheard of."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
gonna' call mom right now and give her the good news." I grabbed the phone and
dialed the number. </span></p>
<p><span>Unfortunately,
my dad answered this time. "What the hell do you want?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
like to talk to mom, if that's okay with you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
gonna' happen. I overheard her talkin' to you earlier and she ain't goin'
nowhere."</span></p>
<p><span>"Dad,
if she wants to leave, you can't stop her."</span></p>
<p><span>"Watch
me, faggot." With that, he hung up the phone.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh-oh,
we've got a problem, Tom. I think I need to go get mom, and right now. I'm
not leaving her in that house with that rotten bastard."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go,
we'll do our celebration supper another night."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks.
Do me a favor and call Dylan, see if he can meet me at mom and dad's. I hope
his presence won't be necessary, but I have the feeling it probably will be
from the way the old man sounded." I gave Tom the address and started getting
dressed so I could leave. The fantastic five strolled in and asked what was
happening. "I need to go get Mama Rose."</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
I thought we were going out to supper to celebrate?" Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
son, this is more important. I need to be sure mom's safe."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
all right, dad, go get her," Alex said.</span></p>
<p><span>I
left home in a rush and pulled up in front of mom and dad's twenty-five minutes
later. I was relieved to see a county Sherriff's car waiting for me and as I
climbed out my car, Dylan stepped out of his. We met between our cars to have
a chat before knocking on the door. "Hey, Dylan, thanks for coming out," I
greeted as we shook hands.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
going on, Max? Tom just said you might need some help."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
here to check on my mom. Dad's having real problems with me being gay and adopting
the boys. He's actin' a lot like the Muellers. Thanks to his freakin' church,
he believes Tom and I are both sickos who shouldn't have any contact with kids
and he even went so far as to hire a lawyer to get the boys taken out of our
house. The lawyer he'd hired backed out of it this morning and when I talked
to mom earlier this afternoon, she said dad was ranting non-stop about it. She
told me, then, she wants to get away from him for a bit and Tom and I made arrangements
for my mom to go stay with his parents for a while. When I called back to tell
mom the good news, dad refused to let me talk to her and said he wouldn't allow
her to go anywhere. I need to get her out of here before dad loses it
completely."</span></p>
<p><span>"Has
your dad ever shown an inclination towards violence?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
that I know of, but I haven't lived here for almost 15 years. Who knows what
he's capable of doing, now? I just need to make sure mom's safe and if she
wants out, I want to make that happen right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
let's quit wasting time out here in the street and go make our presence known."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks."
I turned and quickly walked to the front door with Dylan at my heels.</span></p>
<p><span>I
knocked on the door and a short moment later, my dad yelled through the closed
door, "Who's there and what d'ya want!?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Dad,
it's Max, and I want to see mom."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go
away! Nobody here wants to see you!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Excuse
me," Dylan said as he gently pushed me away from the door. He then pounded on
the door and called out, "Mr. Sanders, my name is Sergeant Dylan Brock of the
Sangamon County Sherriff's department. I have your son out here with me and he
believes his mother may be in danger. You <i>will</i> open this door and let
us in or I will break it down. It's your choice."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go
away, damn you! There ain't nobody in danger here!"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
be the judge of that once I've talked to you and your wife, face to face. Open
the door, NOW!" That command got dad's attention and I heard the lock click
and watched as dad slowly opened the door. "Thank you, sir, may we come in,
please?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
like I have much choice in the matter, is it?" dad spat.</span></p>
<p><span>"At
this moment, sir, no, you don't. Thank you." Dylan stood back and waved his
hand, "After you, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>I
entered the house with Dylan following and immediately looked around for mom.
She was nowhere to be seen so, while Dylan stayed in the living room with dad, I
headed to their bedroom to continue my search and found it empty. I then
remembered she'd said she had been sleeping in Lee's old room, so I turned
around and headed that direction. I knocked on the closed door and after
hearing no response, gently opened it to find mom laying on the bed, face
buried in a pillow, her body heaving as she sobbed. I quickly walked over to the
bed, sat down, and laid my hand on her back. She jumped at the touch, but I
whispered, "It's okay, mom, I'm here to help."</span></p>
<p><span>On
hearing my voice, she rolled over, sat straight up and pulled me into a hug.
"Oh, thank god, son, your dad's gone stark raving lunatic on us. You have to
get me out of here before he does something really stupid."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
why I'm here, mom. Go pack what you need. You're leaving with me."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
how are you going to get me out of here? He won't let me leave."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
brought some help with me, mom. Dad doesn't have a choice."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
for you, son, I knew you'd figure something out. But where am I gonna' go?
He'll find me."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
all arranged, and he won't be able to find you. Not where you're going."</span></p>
<p><span>"Give
me five minutes and I'll be ready."</span></p>
<p><span>"Do
you need any help?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
just keep that ignorant bastard out of my way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Consider
it done." We headed out of the bedroom and while mom continued on to their
bedroom, I turned towards the living room and rejoined Dylan and dad. I found
dad sitting on the couch while Dylan stood in front of him. "Well, dad, I hope
you happy with yourself. You've not only pushed me and my new family out of
your life, but now it looks like you're doing the same with mom."</span></p>
<p><span>"None
of this would be happening if you weren't one of those sissy-pants freaks.
Your type is ruining this country."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
dad, that's where you're wrong. Us `sissy-pants freaks' are just fine the way
we are. What's slowly killing this country is the fucking religious lunatics
like you who think anyone who doesn't think like you is some sort of lower
lifeform that has no right to exist. This is the 21<sup>st</sup> century, damn
it! The sooner you grow up and realize the world is changing, the better off
you'll be. Until you do that, I guess you'll be stuck living here alone,
trying to figure out where you went wrong. I feel sorry for you."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't want your pity, you fucking pervert. I! WANT! YOU! OUT! OF! MY!
HOUSE!"</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
get your wish soon enough, old man. As soon as mom has her stuff packed, we're
outta' here."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
not takin' my woman anywhere. She belongs to me, dammit."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,"
Dylan interrupted, "Why don't you go see if you can help your mom? I got
this." I turned and headed out of the living room and saw Dylan sit on the
table in front of my dad. Knowing mom didn't need or want my help at the
moment, I stopped in the hallway to listen to what Dylan had to say. "Mr.
Sanders, please listen closely to what I'm about to tell you.</span></p>
<p><span>"First,
Mrs. Sanders is not <i>your</i> woman and she does not <i>belong</i> to you.
She is a human being, endowed by her creator with the same rights as you. She
may be your wife, but that does not make her your property. Trust me on this,
I know all too well what happens when one person believes they own another.
Nothing good ever comes from that. Mrs. Sanders is free to do as she chooses
and, right now, I believe, she chooses to leave this house. I am here to make
sure she can do so if what she wants.</span></p>
<p><span>"Second,
<i>us</i> `sissy-pants freaks' and `perverts' are also human beings, just like
you, with the same rights as you." I could just see my father cringing in
sheer horror at this big, black cop telling him he is gay, also. "There, you
see, from your reaction, I know you can't believe that a black guy like me, and
a cop to boot, could possibly be gay. Well, Mr. Sanders, believe me when I say
I am. And I'm damn proud of it, also. Who I am has no effect on how I do my
job. I enforce the law equally to all people, just as I'm supposed to do. I
don't care if you're straight, gay, trans, pink, red, yellow, brown, black,
whatever, if you commit a crime, I'm going to do my job and work my ass off to
see you receive the punishment you deserve.</span></p>
<p><span>"Third,
you may think your religious beliefs override the Constitution and other laws of
this country, but I'm here to tell you they don't. You are free to believe
anything you want for whatever reason you want, right up to the point where you
start infringing on the rights of other people. You cross that line, then
you're breaking the law and it will be my job to see that you are stopped in
your tracks. And I will gladly do so.</span></p>
<p><span>"Lastly,
when I talk to Mrs. Sanders, if she says she wants to stay in this house with
you, then your son and I will leave without her. However, if she says she
wants to leave, there is nothing you can do to stop her. She is free to go if
that is what she desires. Do you understand?"</span></p>
<p><span>"What
I understand is this, you're just another one of those people who are out to
destroy this country by any means necessary. And you have a badge and gun to
help you do just that. What's the hell is wrong with you people? Why are you
so hell-bent on changing the laws of nature and God?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sir,
do you believe that God created man in his own image and He doesn't make mistakes?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, I do. What kind of fool question is that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
you should know that God created Max, Tom, their sons, me and whole bunch of
other people like us, same as he created you and your wife. And if He doesn't
make mistakes, then there can't be anything wrong with us, can there? The
simple fact that we are attracted to and love a person of the same sex should
have no bearing on the discussion if God doesn't make mistakes, should it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Your
twisting the words to fit your agenda."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir, I'm not. I'm doing just as you do, selecting only the parts I choose to
believe and follow. If it works that way for you, I should be allowed the same
privilege."</span></p>
<p><span>Mom
picked that moment to come out of their bedroom with a suitcase and overnight
bag, ready to leave. I took the suitcase from her and we headed to the living
room.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think we're ready, Dylan," I said as we joined him and my dad.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Max. Mrs. Sanders, before we go, I need to know if Mr. Sanders has
injured or hurt you in any way besides not letting you leave the house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Absolutely
not! He might be a mean and hateful old curmudgeon whose brain isn't properly
wired, but he knows better than to ever raise a hand to me. If he'd ever done
something like that, he knows there's no place on this Earth far enough away to
hide and be safe from my wrath."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
good to hear ma'am. Now, is it your decision and intention to leave this home this
afternoon with your son?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn
right, it is. As long as he's being an ass, I don't want to be around him. If
he can come to grips with reality and accept life as it is, I might, and I stress
<i>might</i>, be willing to come back. He's gonna' have to prove he's changed
his attitude before I step foot in this house again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well, ma'am," Dylan responded. He turned back to my dad and continued, "Mr.
Sanders, we'll be leaving now. If, at some point in the future, Mrs. Sanders
wishes to return to this home, I fully expect you to embrace that decision, but
I believe it's going to take some work on your part to make that happen. While
I can't force you to do so, I would advise you to seek counseling to accept the
truth of who your son and his family are. I have seen too many families
fractured beyond repair due to people refusing to accept their children for who
they are, mine included. Mrs. Sanders appears to have made her decision, so
now it's up to you."</span></p>
<p><span>Dylan
turned back to mom and me and said, "Let's go folks." </span></p>
<p><span>The
three of us walked out the front door and as soon as I closed the door, mom
started crying. I wrapped my free arm around her shoulder and guided her to
the car. After getting her into the front seat, I put her suitcase and
overnight bag in the back, then went to talk to Dylan.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for coming out this evening, Dylan. I hate to bring you into our family
situation like this, but I do appreciate your help."</span></p>
<p><span>"Helping
keep the peace is all part of the job, Max. You think he'll change?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Who
knows? We can always hope."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wish you luck, Max. You takin' your mom to your house?"</span></p>
<p><span>"For
now, but we've made arrangements with Tom's parents for her to go spend some
time with them. We'll deal with that tomorrow. That way, dad can't find her
and try to force her to come back."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds like a good idea. Let me know if you need anything else, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, Dylan. Thanks, again, for your help and have a great evening."</span></p>
<p><span>We
got into our separate cars and headed out. As I pulled away from the curb, mom
looked back to the house, tears flooding her eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you sure you want to do this mom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell
no, I'm not sure," she cried. "I love that miserable old fart, but there are
days where I just want to wring his scrawny little neck. And I've had a <i>lot</i>
of those days the last few months."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
okay, then. Let me call home and let `em know we're on the way." I punched
the button on the steering wheel to activate my phone and waited for the call
to go through.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sanders
Ranch," Tom answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ranch?
Really, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
keep sayin' we have to run herd on these five, so ranch seems about right to
me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
point. Hey, we're on the way home, should be there in about twenty or
twenty-five minutes. Make sure y'all are decent when we get there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gotcha',
boss. Got a little surprise for ya' when you get here."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hate surprises, Tom, and I've had way too many lately. What's goin' on?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
just have to wait `til you get here, babe. It's a good one, promise."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
better be or you'll be joining the tenants in the northeast corner."</span></p>
<p><span>"Trust
me," he said and then disconnected the call before I could say anything else. </span></p>
<p><span>I
couldn't imagine what surprise he had in store for us, but I was pretty sure I
wouldn't like it. It was a quiet ride the rest of the way as mom stewed about
dad and I worried about what awaited our arrival at home. When I pulled into
the garage, there was strange car in the drive. I already had enough problems
to deal with, I sure as hell didn't need uninvited guests on top everything
else. I grabbed mom's bags from the trunk while she got out of the car. We
hadn't gotten halfway to the door to the house when we were joined by Alex and
Joey. They gave mom a quick hug, then came over to me and grabbed the suitcase
and overnight bag.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
what's the surprise?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
have to wait until we're inside," Joey responded.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
pops swore us to secrecy," Alex added helpfully.</span></p>
<p><span>I
led the parade into the living room and when I turned the corner from the
hallway, I was amazed to see Bill and Estelle sitting next to Tom, smiling. I
picked my jaw up off the floor and asked, "What are you two doing here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
called for help, didn't you?" Bill asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
yeah, but this is above and beyond."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
figured why wait, we'd just come up and take Rose home with us. That okay with
you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine
with me, but you better check with mom and see if she's ready."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
about it Rose? You ready for a little road trip?" Estelle asked as she gave
mom a hug.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
Estelle, you have no idea. But, I haven't made a reservation at the lodge
yet. What if they don't have a room available?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
don't need one, Rose, you're staying with us. We've got you all set up in
Tom's old room."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I can't do that. That's asking way too much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nonsense.
We have plenty of room and this will give us a great chance to get to know each
other better. If we can get these two lunks to pick a date for their wedding,
we might even be able to start making plans for the big event."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
does sound like fun. But, really, I don't want to impose. Besides, I don't
want to encroach on the freedom you two enjoy at home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry about it, Rose. We don't have a problem staying clothed when the need
arises," Estelle said.</span></p>
<p><span>"As
long as you're sure it's okay, I'd be happy to join you."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
absolutely sure, Rose," Bill said as he stood up. "Let's get this show on the
road. We can stop and have supper at a good restaurant on the way."</span></p>
<p><span>The
boys gave goodbye hugs to Bill, Estelle and my mom, then Joey and Alex picked
up mom's suitcase and overnight bag, again, and led the way back to the
garage. Once I opened the big door, the twins headed out to Bill and Estelle's
car and after Bill popped open the trunk, they put her stuff there for the ride
to Grafton. Estelle climbed in the back seat with mom and Bill settled himself
behind the wheel. I heard Estelle say, "Home, James" just before the car doors
closed.</span></p>
<p><span>After
Bill lowered his window, I said, "If you need anything, let us know."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
got this covered, Max. See y'all later."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for comin' up, dad. We appreciate it," Tom said. "And don't forget to call
when you get home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
worry-wart." With that, Bill backed the car up, turned around and headed on
down drive while we all waved goodbye. Once the car disappeared past the
trees, we turned and hustled back inside since none of us had grabbed a coat
and it was starting to get really chilly, what with the sun having already
dropped below the treetops. As soon as we were inside the garage, the boys
started peeling off clothes and were well on their way to being comfortable
when we reentered the house. Tom and I, though, opted to wait until I'd closed
the door between the house and garage to join them as neither one of us enjoyed
the cold quite that much.</span></p>
<p><span>After
everyone was undressed, we met in the kitchen to figure out what we were going
to have for supper tonight. After going over the various options of available
food, it was decided by a popular vote of five against two for good old
macaroni and cheese. While I got out the pan in which to boil the pasta, the
boys got the table set and drinks taken care of as usual. Fifteen minutes
later, we sat down to a basic, but tasty, meal.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that was a nice surprise, Tom, your parents being here. How'd you arrange
that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually,
mom and dad did it all. Right after you left to pick up Rose, mom called me to
find out what was going on. I told her you'd just left to get your mom, but I
wasn't sure where we were going put her tonight since we're down a bed. Mom
insisted they drive up today to pick her up and take her back home with them.
I sure wasn't going to argue with her about it. I mean, why waste my breath?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
be glad to know the twins kept your secret." Joey and Alex smiled proudly and
gave each other a high five. "Since I hadn't seen their car when they were
here Tuesday, I didn't recognize it in the driveway tonight. I couldn't
imagine who was here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you're mom's safe with them."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
good to know. Now I just need to figure out what to do with the old man."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can't
help you there, babe."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know." I turned to look at T.J., Mike and Andy, then Joey and Alex, and asked,
"So what's on the schedule tonight, guys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
we go swimming?" Andy asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
then watch a movie?" Mike added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Both
sound like good ideas to me, boys. Swimming and a movie, it is." Then, I
turned back to Alex and Joey and asked, "When we're done eating, will bring me
that math book and the problems you were working on earlier? I'd like to take
a look at what you did."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, dad," they answered.</span></p>
<p><span>It
didn't take long for everyone to finish their mac and cheese and as the boys
were cleaning up the table, Joey brought me the math book and the work they'd
done so I could review it. I wasn't really surprised to find that both had
every answer correct.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
this was from the middle of the book?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we didn't find anything new or different to work on until then," Joey
answered. I flipped back to the front of the book and looked over the first
two or three chapters.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
here's what I want you two to do. I'm going to give you both a new notebook to
use while you work your way through the book. I want you to start at the
beginning of the text and complete all the homework problems and tests at the
end of each chapter. All your work will be done in the new notebooks and I
want to review your work every chapter. As quickly as you went through the one
chapter this afternoon, I expect you'll have the book completed by the middle
of April. When you're done, I'll take the two notebooks and have a meeting
with Mr. Furman and see what he says. Sound like a plan to you guys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
dad," Alex answered. "But, I think we'll be done with it by the end of the
month, don't you, Joey?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
it's all as easy as what we did today, probably sooner. It's only thirty-five
chapters." I shook my head in disbelief at the confidence they had in their
abilities.</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoa,
take a chill pill, guys. There's no need to rush your way through it and I
don't want this to interfere with your other school work."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry, it won't, dad," they replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
one more thing. Mr. Furman wasn't too sure about letting you have this text,
so it stays home until you're done with it. I don't want to cause any problems
at the school if other kids know you have it. Understood?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Got
it, dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
now, let's go for a swim." We grabbed our towels and headed out to the pool.
After the initial roughhousing that had become a normal part of our time in the
pool, Tom and I separated ourselves from the fantastic five and headed for
calmer waters. </span></p>
<p><span>After
we'd gotten settled in our corner, I leaned over and whispered, "When we go to
bed tonight, I want you in me, lover."</span></p>
<p><span>He
opened his eyes wide in surprise and responded, "You sure about that? We
haven't worked on any stretching lately. It's gonna' to hurt like hell."</span></p>
<p><span>"Positive.
Having those five rubbing their hard little peckers all over us has got me
hotter than hell. I won't be happy until I can finally feel you deep inside
me."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
that's what you want, I'm only too happy to fulfill your wishes. And your ass,
too," he added as he grinned evilly.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a date, then. Just remember to lock the door when we get there this time. We
don't need another audience."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I don't know, I think that adds a bit of extra excitement, knowing we're being
watched. Who knows, they might learn something new."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
may be true, but I highly doubt sex education by living example is an accepted
method of teaching your children about sex."</span></p>
<p><span>"Accepted
by who?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Anybody.
Now, on to another subject. We have a judge, parents and others who have all
asked us when we're getting married. Don't you think we should get serious about
picking a date?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
pick a date and I'm there," he smiled.</span></p>
<p><span>"This
is an `us' type decision, bubba, not a `me' type. I want your opinion."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
tomorrow too soon?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
punched him on the shoulder since I didn't feel I should be slapping his head
quite yet, then said, "You know it is. We can't get a license, blood tests,
invitations and everything else handled in a couple of hours. Besides, don't
we want it outside?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, we do. I was just yanking your chain."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
have something for you to yank a little later," I smiled. "I'm thinking
sometime around the middle of the month, maybe the second weekend after Mike's
birthday. It shouldn't be too hot, yet, and the bugs won't be out in full
force, either. It also gives us a decent lead time to arrange caterers,
flowers, tents, whatever. Does that sound good to you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect.
Let's look at a calendar when we go inside and pick the actual date. When mom
and dad call to tell us they got home okay, we can let them know. That'll give
them a chance to start thinking about it and doing some basic planning for us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good, Tom. I'll call Lee tonight and let her know, also. I'll let you call
David tomorrow so he can block out the date on his calendar and let his wife
know. Who else? Oh, yeah, Dylan and Carol, can't forget them, either. I know
we'll be sending them invitations, but I think they deserve a phone call, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Carol,
especially, since this wouldn't be happening without her meddling."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
you ever say that word to her. When I first told her about us getting
together, she freaked out and said she shouldn't have been meddling in our
lives."</span></p>
<p><span>"My
lips are sealed."</span></p>
<p><span>Suddenly,
from the other end of the pool, we heard, "DADS! Get over here, T.J.'s hurt."
We both took off for the other end of the pool and when we got to the boys,
found T.J. being held up by Alex and Joey, eyes wide open and gasping for
breath.</span></p>
<p><span>I
took T.J. in my arms, climbed out of the pool and walked to the closest chaise
where I gently laid him down and rolled him on his side. "What happened?" I
asked as the others surrounded us.</span></p>
<p><span>"He
jumped off the step into the water just as I was lifting my leg and he landed
on it, right on my knee," Joey cried. "I didn't mean to, it just happened."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you didn't mean for this to happen, Joey. I think he's just had the
breath knocked out of him." I turned to Tom and asked, "Do you think we should
call 9-1-1?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Definitely.
Don't want to take a chance on him having inhaled water while trying to breathe.
Keep him on his side and I'll take care of it." Tom ran inside and made the
call. He was back in a minute, "They'll be here in about 10 minutes. How's
his breathing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Still
gasping. Do you know CPR?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
do, but as long he's breathing on his own, however ugly it may be, you don't
want to do that. Wait for the EMTs to make that call."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hang
in there, son, help's on the way." T.J. nodded weakly to let me know he
understood. </span></p>
<p><span>By
the time we heard the first siren of the rapidly approaching emergency crew,
T.J.'s breathing had almost returned to normal and he was able to croak, "I'm
okay, I just ... couldn't breathe." The other four boys hadn't left his side the
entire time and Tom turned to head to the front door to meet the EMTs. As I
watched his bare backside leave the pool shelter, it suddenly hit me we were
all still nude. Oh well, too late to do anything about that now.</span></p>
<p><span>As
I opened the front door to the house, it suddenly hit me I was still nude. I
looked around really quickly for a cover of some type, but there was none to be
found. As the first EMT came through the door, I could see surprise written
across his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Where's
the problem," he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Out
at the pool, straight through the glass doors over there," I answered as I
pointed the direction he should go.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
go on out, then. My partner will be right behind me with oxygen and a
stretcher." He continued on while I waited at the open door for his partner. Damn
it was cold outside and I could feel some major shrinkage happening as the chill
wind hit me. The second EMT finally arrived with the stretcher and oxygen and
after he got inside as over the surprise of finding me nude, I closed the door
and led him through the house and out to the pool.</span></p>
<p><span>"Step
back guys and let me see what's going on," the EMT said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
I'm his dad, Max Sanders. He's doing better now. I think he just got the wind
knocked out of him, but I don't know if he took in any water since we were all
in the pool when it happened," I told the EMT as I moved out of his way and the
boys backed up also. Tom was leading the other EMT into the pool shelter as
the one already here knelt next to the chaise.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
young man, my name is Doug and I'm going to check you out. Can you tell me
your name?"</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.,"
he croaked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
T.J., can you tell me what happened?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
jumped off the ... steps into the water ... and hit something hard," he managed to
say between ragged breaths.</span></p>
<p><span>"Any
idea what it was you hit?"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
raised his hand and through quivering lips offered, "My knee."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
thanks. T.J., can you show me where his knee hit you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Right,
here," he answered, pointing to his chest just to the right of center. "It
hurts really bad."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
bet it does. I'm going to listen to your chest right now, so bear with me,
okay?" T.J. nodded as Doug put his stethoscope in his ears and started
listening to his chest and back. While he was doing that, the other EMT
started taking T.J.'s blood pressure and pulse. After moving the end of his
scope around to several locations, he pulled it back out of his ears, and said,
"Your lungs sound good. I'm not hearing anything I shouldn't be, so it doesn't
sound like you got any water in there. That's a good thing, by the way." T.J.
gave him a weak grin. "Now, I need you to lay on your back for me so I can
check your ribs, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
huh." T.J. slowly rolled onto his back, wincing in pain as he did so. Doug
started lightly pressing his fingertips around T.J.'s chest, focusing on his
ribs. When he hit the spot T.J. had pointed to, there was sharp intake of
breath and a whimper from our son.</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks
like he might have cracked a rib, Mr. Sanders. The only way to know for sure
would be to take him to the ER for an x-ray." He looked to his partner and
asked, "How's his vitals?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Looking
good, Doug. Pulse might be a touch fast, but not too bad. Oxygen's a bit low,
also, but that could be due to the way he's been breathing. Still, probably
ought to get a mask on him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
Get the mask on." Doug turned to me and asked, "So, we going to take him in
for an x-ray?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
he did get water in his lungs, would that show up?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
there's enough of it, it would." </span></p>
<p><span>"Then
let's do it. I want to make sure he's okay."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem. I would, however, recommend you wear a bit more that you are right
now," he chuckled. "We're not going to a come as you are party."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Doug, but I knew that. I'll be ready to go when you are."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
going, too," Joey called.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
don't have to do that, Joey."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I do! It was my knee, I'm going!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
okay, chill out. Go get some clothes on and grab a pair of shorts for T.J.
Then bring `em back out here so we can slip `em on." Joey turned and ran for
the house. "Should we get a shirt for him, too, Doug."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
point in that, they'd just take it back off at the ER to check him over there
and do the x-ray. We'll wrap him up in some nice toasty blankets to keep him
warm for the trip in. Wouldn't hurt to take one with you though so he'll have
it to wear back home."</span></p>
<p><span>I
was going to have Joey grab some other clothes for T.J., but he was long gone.
"Andy, Mike, why don't you go get a shirt, sweats, shoes and socks also? Put
them in one of the plastic bags from the pantry and meet me in the living room."
I ran to the bedroom to get dressed for the trip to the hospital. As I came back
into the living room, I met Doug and his partner heading through the living room
to the front door, wheeling a mummy-wrapped T.J. between them. Joey was right
behind them, dressed and ready to roll and he was followed by Tom and Alex.
Andy and Mike were just coming back from their bedroom with the other clothes I
asked them to get for T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"Which
hospital you want us to use, Mr. Sanders, Saints or Memorial?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Memorial,
please."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
see you there," Doug said as they pulled T.J. through the door and loaded him
into the ambulance.</span></p>
<p><span>I
turned to Tom, Alex, Andy and Mike and said, "We'll be back as soon as we can.
You got this, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Go,
we'll be fine, Max. Call us when you know what's going on."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
love you." I gave tom a kiss and the boys a hug, then Joey and I headed to the
garage for the long trip to town.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
really sorry, dad, I never meant to hurt T.J."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know that, son, and don't worry, he's going to be just fine."</span></p>
<p><span>The
rest of the ride was pretty quiet except for an occasional sniffle from my
passenger. I caught up to the ambulance soon enough, but decided to just
follow instead of passing them. I didn't see much point for us to arrive at
the ER before T.J. When we arrived at our destination, I found a parking spot
while the EMTs unloaded T.J. and wheeled him into the ER. We were five seconds
behind them when we entered the ER lobby ourselves and I came face-to-face with
the lovely Miss Mabel. </span></p>
<p><span>"Hello,
Mabel, how are you tonight?" I asked in greeting.</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
sir, how may I help you?" she grumped without looking up.</span></p>
<p><span>"First,
you can start by changing your attitude. Second, you could at least look at me
when you speak to me." She slowly raised her head and when she finally saw who
was standing there, her eyes narrowed and her face turned red with anger.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
just what do <i>you</i> want, tonight?" </span></p>
<p><span>"My
son was just brought in by ambulance after an accident in our pool. I'd like
to give you the information you need so you can enter it into your little
computer sitting in front of your face."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
patient's name?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thomas
James Bruce, T.J. for short."</span></p>
<p><span>"Address?"
I gave her the address and continued providing the information she requested.
We finally got to the question I was waiting for, "Responsible party?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
would be me, of course, Max Sanders, same address and phone numbers."</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
dad, how much longer is this gonna' take? We gotta' get in there with T.J.,"
Joey whined while tugging at my sleeve.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
another minute, Joey. Patience, young man." I turned back to Mabel and asked,
"Do you need anything else before I can join my son?"</span></p>
<p><span>"What
is your relationship to the patient?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
his father, did you not hear me say that at the beginning of our conversation?"</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
your last name is Sanders and the patient's is Bruce. Just how can you be his
father when your names are different."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if your nosiness must absolutely know, I'm in the process of adopting him." A
hideously evil smirk flooded the pudgy countenance she called a face.</span></p>
<p><span>"That
means the adoption's not finalized yet, which also means you're not his father,
yet, which means you're not going back there."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
afraid you're quite wrong in your reasoning, Mabel. We <i>are</i> going back
to be with our son and brother and there's not a damn thing you can do about
it." I turned and headed towards the doors to the treatment area and I saw Mr.
Security step in front of them to block my path. I quickly whispered something
to Joey and then greeted the guard. "Good evening, I'm going in to be with my
son."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
sir, but if Mabel says you don't go in, you don't go in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Do
you remember me from last Saturday? Do you remember the chat you had with
Sergeant Brock? Would like to have that conversation with him, again, at the
police station?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He
ain't here with you now, so go sit down over there," he grumbled while point a
finger towards some empty seats.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
not gonna happen. Joey, would you like to help me out here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, dad." He pulled a chair over and then climbed up on the seat so he was
standing eye-to-eye with the guard. "Look, buttface, I don't know who you are
and, right now, I freakin' don't care! But my little brother's in there and I
ain't lettin' him stay in there by hisself! You either get outta' our way or
I'm gonna' kick you in the balls so hard you're gonna' need to blow your damn
nose to get `em back! And while you're squirmin' on the floor, squealin' in
pain, I'm gonna' step on your sorry ass as we go over you! Now, you gonna' let
us by or am I gonna' have to kick you where you won't never forget you been
kicked?"</span></p>
<p><span>The
poor schmuck was too dumfounded at Joey's verbal assault to respond. Even if
he'd tried to say something, we wouldn't have heard a word of it over the round
of applause Joey was receiving from the few others in the waiting room.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's what I thought, ya' big dumb jerkoff. Why don't you go do somethin'
useful, like sit in the corner and suck on your thumb?" Joey climbed off the
chair, took my hand and said in his most polite voice, "C'mon, let's go, dad."
We stepped around the guard and entered hallowed ground. </span></p>
<p><span>"Boy,
I'm glad you're on my side, Joey," I chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Always,
dad."</span></p>
<p><span>I
found a nurse and asked her where we could find T.J. She kindly directed us to
a treatment cubby with divider curtains pulled around it and when Joey and I
entered the space, I found another familiar and, hopefully, a friendlier face.
</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
hustled to the bed and climbed up to hold onto T.J. while I stood beside the
bed and held his hand. I heard Joey whisper, "I'm so sorry T.J., I didn't mean
to hurt you."</span></p>
<p><span>"S'okay,
Joey, I know," T.J. whispered back.</span></p>
<p><span>"Evening,
Dr. Hansen, how are you tonight?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
hidey-ho, Mr. Sanders. This lad one of yours?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
is. His name's T.J. and the other munchkin is Joey. So, how's he doing."</span></p>
<p><span>"To
be honest, I just got here, too, why don't you fill me in on why we're here,
first?" I told him what had happened at home, answering his questions when he
asked them. "Well, his breathing is obviously better now, and his vitals are looking
good, so I'm sure he's going to be just fine. Let me listen to his lungs, make
sure the EMTs didn't miss anything. Can you sit up for me, T.J.?" He tried,
but squeaked in pain, grabbed his right side and laid back down. "Guess that
hurts pretty bad right now, doesn't it?" T.J. nodded in agreement. "How `bout
a little help from your brother?" Joey kneeled on the bed, took T.J.'s hands
in his own and helped pull him up into a sitting position. </span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for helping out, Joey. Now, can you sit back a little bit so I can listen to
his chest, please?" Joey scooted back to give Dr. Hansen some room who then
used his stethoscope in much the same manner the EMT had done at the house.
"Everything sounds good, here. I'm not hearing anything to indicate he got any
water in his lungs. How you feelin', T.J.?"</span></p>
<p><span>"A
lot better than I did, but it still hurts really bad right here," he answered,
pointing to the same spot just to the right of the center of his chest.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
let's get you laid back down so I can check that out." Joey helped his brother
lay down again and once T.J. was on his back, Dr. Hansen proceeded to examine
his chest, tapping and lightly pressing various locations. When he reached the
tender spot, T.J. winced and squeaked in pain, again. "Yep, looks like he
might have a cracked rib, all right. It could just be badly bruised, but we'll
get an x-ray in a few and make sure that's all it is."</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
doc, thanks. How long do you think it'll be?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a pretty quiet night for once, so ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I'll get the
picture of his chest ordered and an orderly should be here shortly to take him
away."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
can't go alone," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
can ride with him if you want to, Joey, but you can't be in the x-ray room with
him, okay."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
be back in when they bring you guys back down, okay, Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be here. Thanks, doc." Less than five minutes had passed when the orderly
came to take T.J. and Joey for their ride through the seemingly impenetrable
maze of hospital corridors. I walked alongside, holding onto T.J.'s hand.
When we arrive at the x-ray room, Joey hopped off the bed and waited with me in
the hallway while T.J. was rolled into the room to get his picture taken. The
door opened a minute later and T.J. was wheeled back into the hall where Joey
immediately jumped back up to sit at T.J.'s feet for the ride back to the ER.
We were returned to the same space we'd just vacated and Dr. Hansen came back in
a couple minutes later holding the x-ray in his hand. He first held it up to
the light, then slid it into the lightbox attached to the wall and motioned for
me to come closer.</span></p>
<p><span>When
I stood next him, he pointed to a spot on the x-ray and said, "See this thin
line right here? That is, indeed, a tiny fracture in the rib. It didn't snap
completely, so there's really nothing to do for it but wait for it to heal on
its own."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
good news, but what about his pain."</span></p>
<p><span>"Like
I said, he's probably got a pretty good bruise developing in the muscle. You
can't see anything externally right now, but I'm sure by morning, it will be quite
obvious."</span></p>
<p><span>"Anything
we can to do to help?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
much, really, except to have him take it easy for three to four weeks. If he's
having some pain, give him a couple children's aspirin no more than 3 times a
day. The pain he's got right now will diminish in a few days. No running or
jumping, no wrestling, stuff like that. I'd also keep him out of the pool for
at least a week. He won't much like that, I'm sure, but the stretching of
swimming and horsing around that boys are known for will only extend the time
he's dealing with the pain. After a week, he should be okay as long he and his
brothers don't get too wild."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Dr. Hansen. We'll take good care of him. Now, I want to talk to you about
something else, if you have a minute."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey,
would you help T.J. get dressed in the clothes we brought with us. Be careful
with putting the shirt on. He won't be able to lift his arm very high."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
be right back." </span></p>
<p><span>"Step
into my office," Dr. Hansen said as he pulled back the curtain separating this
space from the next. "What's up, Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mabel
is what's up. You people really need to something about her. And that guard,
too."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
happened, tonight? As if I don't already know the answer."</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
I understand you have rules around here and I know they're there to help
protect your patients and staff. But Mabel doesn't seem to be able to use her
common sense when a situation arises that requires a bending of those rules.
When I was here last weekend with Tom, I was upset about not being allowed back
here with him, but I dealt with it for a while. After all, Tom's an adult and
can better understand what going on around him. But, T.J.'s only seven, and
once Mabel found out his adoption wasn't finalized, she wasn't going to allow
us back here with him because we aren't `family'. She was going to leave a
young child without an adult he knew and trusted, simply because she's still
pissed off at me from last weekend. That's ridiculous. When we tried to get
in anyway, the guard blocked our way again."</span></p>
<p><span>"How'd
you get around him tonight? Or do I want to know?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey
threatened him with bodily harm if he wouldn't let us in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Must
have been some threat to get Trevor to back off."</span></p>
<p><span>"Something
about kicking him so hard he'd have to blow his nose to get his balls back," I
grinned. Dr. Hansen covered his mouth to suppress his laugh. "I know Joey went
a little overboard, but I thought if Trevor, you say, would listen to anybody,
it'd be a kid, maybe soften his heart a bit if the kid was crying or
something. That's what Joey was supposed to do. And it didn't happen quite
that way, but the end result was the same. I just think the guardians at the
gate need some more training on how to be a bit more flexible in how to do
their jobs in what is a stressful time for friends and family of your
patients."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
see what I can do. We do have the rules to protect everybody, but, you're
right, there needs to be some common sense used and we could be a bit more
flexible in special situations. Hopefully, it'll be a while before I have to
see you again in here and things will be better then."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope the same, doc, but with five boys nine years old and younger, it seems
unlikely. I'll be happy if I can make it through a month without having to
make a standing reservation at your fine establishment," I laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
let me get T.J.'s paperwork completed and get we'll you guys on your way. Make
sure he's careful the next week or two. I'm sure he will be because he'll be
dealing with some pain, but you know what I mean."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
do, doc. We'll be careful. Thanks again for your help." Dr. Hansen walked
off to deal with the paperwork and I returned to T.J. and Joey. T.J. was
sitting up on the bed, sweatpants on, and Joey was trying to help him with his
shirt, but not having much success. I offered to help out and after a couple
false starts, finally figured how to get T.J.'s shirt on without causing him
too much pain. While I was working on the shirt, Joey was taking care of his sock
and shoes. We were ready to go as soon the paperwork showed up.</span></p>
<p><span>A
few minutes later, a nurse came in with the discharge papers, which I signed,
then I picked up T.J. and we headed for the exit. As we entered the lobby and
the waiting people realized who was passing through, they, again, gave Joey a
small round of applause, for which, he graced them with a big smile and a funky
little bow of thanks. I turned halfway around, waved goodbye to Trevor, the
guard, and stopped at the check-in desk and said, "It's been a pleasure as
always, Mabel. I hope you have a great night and we'll see you next time."</span></p>
<p><span>I
carried T.J. all the way to the car, with Joey leading the way, and when I got
the doors unlocked, I gently set T.J. down in his seat while Joey climbed in
the other side, buckled him in, then sat right next to him, buckled himself in
place and wrapped an arm around T.J. to hold onto him. I climbed in and
started the drive for home. After punching the button to activate the phone, I
called home to let them know T.J. was fine and we'd be back home in about
thirty minutes. When pressed for details, I put them off and told them they'd
hear all about it when we got home. Upon our arrival home and parking the car
in the garage, I opened the back door let T.J. and Joey out. T.J. lifted his
left arm towards me and put the saddest puppy-dog look on his face I'd ever
seen, asking for a ride. I just couldn't say no, so I picked him up and, with
Joey leading the way to open and close doors, we headed into the house and
began our search for the rest of the family.</span></p>
<p><span>It
was a short search as they were all sitting in the living room by the
fireplace, anxiously awaiting our return. I set T.J. on a chair and asked,
"You okay?" He nodded and I turned to the others to give them the scoop.
"Okay, T.J. has a slight fracture in one of his ribs. He's supposed to take it
easy for the next three to four weeks so the fracture can heal. That means no
wrestling or roughhousing. Also, the doctor said he should probably not swim
for at least a week as the stretching would only prolong the pain he's dealing
with. In an attempt to keep him out of the pool, I think we should all refrain
from swimming until the twins' birthday party next Saturday. Any questions?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
can't we swim even if he can't?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"How
would you feel if you were sitting in a chair watching the rest of us swim and
have fun?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
happy, I guess."</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly.
You'll survive a week without the pool. We can find other things to do to fill
time besides swimming, don't you think?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
dad," they all groaned.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
now, one more thing. T.J.'s going need some help getting dressed and deal with
things for a while since it hurts for him to lift his right arm. Any
volunteers?" All four other boys raised their hands. "I expected as much.
Mike, Andy, you can help with getting him dressed and undressed. I'll have to
show you how to get his shirt on and off so it doesn't hurt. Joey, Alex, you
two can help with his backpack to and from school. You'll have to follow him
to his class and pick him up there after school, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problem, dad, we got this," Mike said.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
take care of his part setting the table and cleaning up after we eat, dad,"
Andy offered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Andy. We may rotate that little chore among all four of you, but we'll see.
Anything else?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
I get undressed, now?" T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not?" I answered. "Mike, Andy, let me show you how to deal with the shirt and
then you can take him to the bedroom to deal with the rest of it." I
demonstrated how to remove T.J.'s shirt without him having to lift his arm and
once that was off, Mike and Andy helped T.J. up and led him to their bedroom to
finish the job. Joey and Alex headed to their own room so Joey could get
comfortable and Tom followed me to our bedroom so I could do the same.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
how was Mabel and the guard, today."</span></p>
<p><span>"Same
nasty attitude as last week, especially when they saw it was me. Joey took
care of Trevor, the guard, though. Told him if he didn't let us in to be with
T.J., he was gonna kick him so hard he'd have to blow his nose to get his balls
back."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
my god, wish I could have seen that. That kid's hilarious."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was priceless. Joey was supposed to put on a pitiful, crying kid act, but changed
his mind. Poor old Trevor didn't even respond. I had a little chat with the
doc who took care of you last weekend and told him they really need to do
something about those two. He said he see what he could do."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm glad you're back home. Let me tell what I've done while you were gone."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
what was that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
after our conversation in the pool and all hell broke loose, I looked at a
calendar and discovered the second Saturday after Mike's birthday is the
seventeenth. So, that's our wedding date. I called Carol and Dylan to pass on
the news to them and they were thrilled, swore they'd be here and offered to
help with anything they could. I figured you'd want to call Lee and Carl,
yourself, so I didn't make that one. I haven't heard from mom or dad yet, so
we can tell them when they call."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
great, Tom. I'm glad you followed through on that. I wish I could have been
here for the calls, but no big deal. And, I'll call Lee in a few. We need to
start working on guest lists for both of us, I guess. Did the other three boys
hear you make the calls?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
I used the phone in the study while they played Mousetrap. We should let them
all know, don't you think?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's
do that right now." I grabbed Tom as we were leaving the bedroom, gave him a
kiss and said, "I love you, bubba, I hope you know that."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you, too, babe. You still want to do what we talked about in the pool?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't wait."</span></p>
<p><span>When
we got back to the living room, the boys were nowhere to be found and when I
called out for them, they answered from the kitchen. Tom and I turned around
and headed that direction. When we arrived, we found all five boys sitting on
their stools at the counter, hunger tattooed across their foreheads.</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks
like it's snack time, babe," Tom said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Either
that or they're getting ready to start munching on us." Joey and Alex grinned
evilly while the others just nodded in agreement. I pulled out the cookies
while Tom got their milk poured. Once the snacks were all set, I asked,
"Everybody ready for school tomorrow?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I want to see if Billy's mom gave in yet and let him cut his hair," Andy
answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I hope you won't be too disappointed if he doesn't."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
won't be, but he will."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
about you, Mike?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
ready, I guess."</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.,
you gonna' be okay? You've got a spelling test tomorrow." I asked moving on
down the line.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope, we'll see how I feel in the morning."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fair
enough, what about you two?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
always ready, dad," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
don't forget those new notebooks you promised us," Alex added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
to worry, I have a couple extras in the study. They'll be ready for you
tomorrow." </span></p>
<p><span>Tom
tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey, you forgot the big news. Spill
it, already."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, duh! And one more thing, Tom and I have decided our wedding will be May
17." A resounding chorus of cheers lifted the roof off the house. "Okay,
y'all, calm down. We have plenty of time to make plans and see how you can all
be involved, okay." Lots of nods from the boys in agreement.</span></p>
<p><span>With
the snack completed, I said, "Okay, let's get teeth brushed and in bed. We'll
be along in a minute to say goodnight." All five slid off their stools and
headed for their rooms while Tom and I cleaned up. That chore dealt with, we
followed in our sons' footsteps to say our goodnights. T.J., Andy, and Mike
were curled together under the covers already, with a little twist this time.
T.J. was in between the other two tonight as they held him. Tom and I leaned
in to plant kisses on foreheads and say I love you to each of them and they all
returned the favor. After turning out the light and closing the door, it was
time to check on Joey and Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>Their
door was wide open, as usual, and we could clearly hear sounds of pleasurable
delight emanating from within. Tom and I felt an immediate reaction below the
waist at the sight that greeted us. Alex was lying on his back in the middle
of the bed, legs splayed wide open, and Joey was on top of his brother, rocking
his hips in a well-practiced motion, rubbing their hard peckers together. We
sat on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show and the two did not disappoint
their audience as they humped their way towards sweet bliss. When they had achieved
Nirvana, and returned to this planet, Alex finally opened his eyes and realized
we'd been sitting there long enough to see a majority of their love-making. He
poked Joey in the ribs to get him to roll off to the side and see us also.</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
we know you two are quite active, but you really should close the door you're
enjoying each other, just like we do," I commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
what, get interrupted by a knock on the door?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's not gonna' happen," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Besides,
we don't care if you watch us, you two do the same thing," Alex said.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
guys are something else," Tom said. "Get over here and say good night."</span></p>
<p><span>They
stood up on the mattress and walked to where we sat on the edge, their penises
still erect and bouncing freely with each step. I suddenly realized that those
bobbing little peckers were at the same level as our faces and was unprepared
for what happened next as Joey kept moving forward until his hardness slipped
between my lips and my nose was buried in his hairless pubic mound. I'm not
sure if it was pure instinct or what, but I closed my lips around his narrow
shaft and curled my tongue around the sweet morsel without conscious thought.
I looked at the other two out of the corner of eye and saw Alex had fed himself
to Tom for a light snack, also. I closed my eyes and began slowly bobbing my
head back on forth while swirling my tongue around the stiff member that was
buried in my face.</span></p>
<p><span>I
finally came to my senses when I heard Joey and Alex intensely moaning with
delight. I placed my hands on Joey's hips and slowly pushed him backward until
my mouth was empty. "No, we can't do this."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
come on dad, it was just starting to feel good," Joey whined.</span></p>
<p><span>"Too
bad. C'mon, Tom, we need to get to bed. Goodnight, boys, we love you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we'll see you in the morning," Tom added as we turned off the light and left
their room on the way our own, dripping cocks leading the way. When we got to
our room, we jumped on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other.</span></p>
<p><span>"Get
your lubes and whatever else you think you might need, I want you in my ass <i>now</i>."
Tom rolled over and extracted the medium-sized dildo and a bottle of oil from
the nightstand while I assumed the position, on my knees and elbows, ass lifted
high in the air. Tom wasted no time applying some oil to my asshole and
immediately inserted a finger as deep as it would go. He must have been as hot
as I was to have moved so quickly. A minute later, he removed the finger and
replaced it with the well-oiled dildo, helping to stretch my sphincter even
wider. Despite the size, I felt no pain, only immense pleasure at being
violated and I was anxiously awaiting the next object to enter me, Tom's cock.</span></p>
<p><span>When
he felt I was ready for him, he rolled over onto his back, handed me the bottle
of oil and told me to get him ready for the moment we'd both been waiting for.
I drizzled a fair amount of oil over his cock and then used my hands to spread
it evenly and make sure he was well-lubed from tip to hilt. When he was all
slicked up, I crouched over his midsection and slowly lowered my body until the
tip of his mushroom head made contact with my tight, virgin pucker. It was now
or never, I decided, and I began to slowly lower myself even further while Tom
held his cock in position to make sure it didn't slip off the target.</span></p>
<p><span>Without
warning, my ass opened wider and allowed him to enter me. Son-of-a-bitch, that
fucking hurt, but I wasn't about to stop now, so I sat there for a few moments
with just the head stretching me wider while I waited for the pain to subside.
When I was ready for more, I slowly lowered my body and continued until I was
sitting on Tom's thighs and his throbbing cock was buried deep inside me. I
sat still for a few moments with my eyes closed as I became more comfortable
with the feeling of fullness. Oh, god, his cock felt so damn good, I don't
know why I waited this long for it to happen.</span></p>
<p><span>When
all the pain had dissipated, I began to slowly rock back and forth on Tom's
thigh's, ensuring he was in me as deep as possible. I opened my eyes and
looked at Tom's face to find he had his eyes closed as he was taking in all
these new sensations, also. After closing my eyes again, I began moving up and
down, stopping as I felt the rim of his mushroom reach the edge of extremely
sensitive sphincter, slowly at first and gradually increasing in speed until I
had reached what I felt a nice and smooth rhythm. I had been getting my first
real fuck for several minutes when I felt Tom's finger at my mouth. </span></p>
<p><span>That
seemed a bit odd to me, but I didn't hesitate to spread my lips just enough to
take it in my mouth. This was the oddest finger I'd ever had in my mouth, not
that I'd had any besides my own, mind you. It was hard as a nail and smooth as
silk from tip to palm, but I wasn't feeling any knuckles as it moved in and out
of my mouth. I finally opened my eyes again and discovered my view was blocked
by an expanse of pale, hairless skin. My mind was already overloaded due to
the reaming happening in my ass, and as my gaze moved up the slab of skin in
front of me, I passed over a cute innie bellybutton, followed shortly by two
dime-sized nipples and then, finally, the face of a twin looking into my eyes
as he pistoned his hips back and forth, fucking my face for all he was worth.</span></p>
<p><span>My
eyes opened even wider in shock, but I couldn't stop sucking this beauty. My
mind was too far gone at the moment to think properly and I let the lad
continue pumping his hips, feeding his sweet hardness to me. I reached around
his hips and grabbed his ass, forcing him ever deeper into my hungry mouth. As
I continued to massage his smooth globes, one of my oil slickened fingers found
his tight little pucker and when he pulled back one time, I let a finger slide into
his ass to the hilt. He tossed his head back in ecstasy at the anal invader
and he started fucking my mouth even faster. I found his prostate with my
finger and began to rub the little nubbin on each penetration of his cock into
my mouth and my finger into his tight little hole.</span></p>
<p><span>I
felt somebody's hand wrap itself around my cock that was bouncing wildly over
Tom's midsection and judging from the size, it had to be the other twin. That
was all it took for me, two strokes of that small hand on my cock and I moaned deeply
around the pecker filling my mouth. I started pumping out shot after shot of
cum, not caring where it landed. I could feel my sphincter squeezing Tom's
cock relentlessly, and I soon felt him grow even larger as he started shooting
his load deep into my bowels. I must have hit my twin's prostate just right as
he grabbed the back of my head and held my face tight to his body, burying his
dancing pecker as deep as he possibly could in my mouth. I don't know he
remained standing during his orgasm, but he somehow accomplished that feat.
Perhaps it was my hands on his ass and the finger buried deep inside that did
it. I continued to rub his tiny prostate until he backed off, pulling his now
limp and lifeless treasure from my mouth.</span></p>
<p><span>After
I removed my finger from his hole, he promptly sat on Tom's belly to recover
from his orgasmic high and I remained still, Tom's cock slowly softening and
retreating from the warm confines of my ass. Now that my twin was not blocking
the view, I could see the other one was still humping Tom's face and obviously
enjoying himself. Now that I could see that cute little ass bobbing up and
down, I realized that Joey had been the one to molest my face and Alex was
working over Tom in fine order. I decided to help little Alex reach the
pinnacle of pleasure and I reached around a sagging Joey, placed a hand on
Alex's cum-covered ass and probed for this tight hole. When I discovered it
nestled in the cleft between those beautiful globes, I pushed my finger into it
and began a search for his prostate. When I found that nugget, I gave it a
gentle prod with my fingertip and Alex's began bucking his hips even faster. I
didn't even have to move my hand as Alex's own movements were doing a very nice
job of not only fucking Tom's mouth, but allowing me to fuck his tight ass with
my finger. Once he was being fully stimulated front and rear, Alex reached his
peak in no time and I soon felt his sphincter clutching my finger as his orgasm
shook his small body. When he could take no more stimulation, he stopped
moving and slowly moved over to Tom's side and collapsed on his belly.</span></p>
<p><span>After
a few minutes of quietly recovering, I suggested we all hop in our shower and
get cleaned up. I carefully moved to the side of the bed and picked up Alex's
wilted form in my arms. Tom scooped up the sagging Joey in his strong arms and
scooted to the side of the bed so he could stand up. I lead the way to our
bathroom and once we were all in the shower, Tom and I set the twins on the
bench, then I turned on and adjusted the water temperature. With the water
flowing, Tom and I tenderly cleaned ourselves first, then turned our attentions
to Alex and Joey. Neither was in any shape to stand just yet, so we washed
them where they sat. Amazingly, when it was time wash their sweet rods, they
both rose to attention, as if ready to start all over. Tom and I couldn't get
over the resilience and boundless horniness of youth.</span></p>
<p><span>Since
both were still zoned out on the bench, when it came time to clean their backs,
I picked up Alex, laying his head on my shoulder and cupping my hands beneath
his sweet and smooth behind, then held him under the warm spray of the shower
while Tom lovingly washed his back from shoulders to ankles. With Alex cleaned
up, I set him down while Tom picked up Joey in the same manner and allowed me
the pleasure of cleaning his beautiful back. Lord, these two boys were so
perfect in every way and I loved them in every way possible and I know Tom did,
too. With both boys cleaned and rinsed off, I turned off the shower while Tom
grabbed towels for us. We dried the boys first and, once satisfied they were
ready for bed again, we applied the towels to our own bodies. </span></p>
<p><span>After
hanging the towels on their bars to dry, I gently picked up Alex and Tom lifted
Joey, then we quietly carried the sleeping angels to their own bed, laid them
down, pulled up the covers and gave them their goodnight kisses. They, of
course, had no clue any of that had happened, but I can attest to the fact that
it did. Tom and I then returned to our own bedroom and crawled under the
covers that had been tossed around considerably during the previous half-hour.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
my god, that was heavenly," I sighed.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
took the words right out my mouth," Tom agreed. "I guess you forgot to lock
the door."</span></p>
<p><span>"Me?
I thought you were locking it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oops,
my bad, babe. Kinda' glad we didn't, though."</span></p>
<p><span>"Me,
too. I know we shouldn't have done that with them, but I just couldn't think
straight. When Joey first slipped his dick in my mouth, I thought it was your
finger, but I sure wasn't going to spit it out once I figured out what was
really happening."</span></p>
<p><span>"Me
either. When I opened my eyes and discovered Alex was feeding himself to me, I
just let it happen. I wasn't about to let that sweet young piece of meat
escape, not after having tasted it once, already."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think those two might just kill us, but what a glorious and happy death it
would be."</span></p>
<p><span>I
curled up into Tom's arms and let him hold me. "I love you, Tom," I whispered
and heard him reply, "I love you more" as I drifted off into quiet and
contented sleep.</span></p>
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Chapter 10 � Pool Shelter Installation
The next week passed slowly but steadily until Thursday afternoon when Mike called. "Afternoon, Max. Hope I didn't wake you from your much-needed beauty sleep."
"Nope, I'm awake and dealing with some financial shenanigans trying to increase my wealth. You know, your typical retired, rich guy fun and games. What's up?"
"The delivery driver just called to let us know he was checked into the Hampton. He was going to head out to get some supper then head back to get some much-needed shuteye. We plan on meeting at the shop in the morning about 8:00 and then head out from here shortly after that. We should be at your place about 9:00 or so. You still want to do this?"
"You bet, Mike. I'll have the heaters running and the coffee going when you get here."
"Sounds great, Max. I have an electrician scheduled to show up about 2:00 in the afternoon to run the wire for the heaters. I figure we'll have most of the shelter bolted down by then and he can get started on the wiring."
"Perfect. It sounds like you have everything planned. I'll just sit back and `supervise' again. I'll see you guys in the morning."
"We'll be there, Max. Have a great evening."
I kicked back the rest of the evening watching a movie and letting the mind unwind for a bit. Bed came early that night so I could be up early in the morning to get things ready for Mike and his guys. Morning reared its ugly head much quicker than I thought it should. I got up and headed out to start the heaters. Too bad my brain wasn't in gear before I went out there because it was colder than hell with no clothes on. I started the heaters anyway, then headed back inside to pull on something warm before Mike showed up. I found some sweats and headed to the kitchen to get some food. I was just about done with breakfast when the sensor dinged to announce the arrival of my shelter.
I opened the front and rear garage doors and waited for the guys to show up. Mike pulled past the driveway, then got out and directed the truck driver into position to unload the panels. Once the panel truck was in position, Mike's guys began hauling tools through the garage and Mike introduced me to the truck driver, "Morning, Max. I'd like you to meet Bob. He works for the pool shelter company as their delivery driver and installation supervisor."
We shook hands and I said, "Nice to meet you Bob. I can't believe you drove all the way from New Mexico. That's one heck of a long trip."
"It sure was, that's why I went to bed right after supper last night. I'm feeling more alive now."
"I imagine you spend a lot time away from home delivering and setting up shelters. Bet your wife hates your job."
"She doesn't really `hate' it, but she doesn't really love it either. It pays well since I get paid 24 hours a day while I'm on the road. That lets us save enough money through the summer that we can survive the winter with minimal income. There's usually not a lot of shelters being delivered in winter. I think the last winter delivery I had was 3 years ago."
"Well, I'm sorry if I ruined any plans you had with my order."
"Aw, don't worry about it. It's all part of the job. Not gonna be much fun today with the temperature where it's at, though."
"Follow me, Bob, and I'll show you where the pool is." I led Bob and Mike through the garage and Bob couldn't believe his eyes.
"A tent?! Are you freaking kidding me? Did you set this up, Mike?" Bob sputtered.
"Wasn't me, Bob. You have to thank Max for that."
"Well, thank you, Max. I've never had a winter install happen in a tent before. Guess there's a first time for everything. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought." Bob came over and wrapped me up in a giant bear hug. He suddenly backed off and said, "Sorry `bout that, man, I don't usually go `round huggin' guys, but for some reason, I couldn't help myself. That tent is about the nicest thing a customer's ever done for me."
"No worries, Bob, but I didn't do it just for you", I laughed. "I was thinking about Mike's guys as well."
"Of course, you were."
"I'm glad you like it, though. I'll get out of your guys' way and let you get on with it. Coffee and bathrooms are inside, which is where I'll be. You need anything, just ask." I headed on in and let them get to work. Mike got them started, then came inside, also. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in a chair next to me where he could watch the work as it progressed. "Is the electrician still scheduled to show up this afternoon?" I asked.
"Yep, I talked to him yesterday afternoon and he said he had all the materials he needed. He should show up shortly after lunch."
"I hadn't thought about lunch yet, Mike. What do you guys want or did you bring something with you?"
"I was going to send one of the guys over to the Subway at the truck stop to pick up some sandwiches for everyone and have them brought back here. If you don't mind, that is."
"Good idea, Mike. If you find out what everyone wants, I'll call the order in and pick it up for you."
"I'll let them work a while before I bring up food. If I do it now, that's all they're going to think about until they sit down to eat," he joked.
"I know what you mean. Now that you've brought it up, it's all I can think about. And I just finished breakfast." We sat in our chairs while the guys made short work of getting the wall panels in place and bolted down. As they were placing the last wall panel at the far end, Mike went out to get their food orders. He came back in and handed me the list of sandwiches to order. I had all the drinks here, so I didn't have to worry about that. I called the order in and told them I'd be there in 15 minutes to pick it up.
At the appointed time, I got up to grab my coat and Mike asked, "Mind if I go with? I'd like a ride in that car. I've seen it several times, but never gotten a ride."
"Not at all, Mike, grab your coat and let's go."
Mike stuck his head out the door to let the guys know we'd be back shortly with lunch, then met me in the garage. He climbed in the passenger seat and pulled on his seatbelt. After we got out of the still slick drive and on clean, dry roadway, I punched it a bit. "Wow, this thing really kicks you in the ass, doesn't it?" he asked.
"That, it does, Mike. And quite nicely, I might add. It stops on a dime, too. It's a blast to drive. I'm gonna miss driving it if I'm successful with the adoption."
"You're not selling it, are you?"
"Hell, no, but if I accomplish my goal and adopt all 4 boys, this car, as nice as it is, ain't gonna be big enough to carry all five of us anywhere."
"Ooh, didn't think about that. That's why you ordered the Flex you told me about, isn't it?"
"Exactly. Actually, it was one of the first things I did after my first meeting with Anna. Of course, that was only a couple weeks ago and it take about a month and half to two months from order to delivery. Especially with one optioned out the way I wanted it."
"I assume you got the all-wheel drive version, what with the drive you have to deal with."
"You bet. I love this car, but when it snows more than a couple inches or ices, I'm stuck at home until I can get someone out to plow and salt the drive and that ain't cheap. I should have had a four-wheel or all-wheel drive before, but I figured since it was just me stuck out here, it wasn't that a big deal. With a couple kids or more, I can't be stuck anymore."
"No, you're right about that. You never know when you might need to deal with an emergency."
"My thought, exactly. Well, here we are, let's go get lunch." We headed into the Subway and up to the counter. I told the girl what I was there for and she let me know they were making the last sandwich right now. Mike pulled out his wallet and I told him, "Put that away, Mike, your money's no good here."
"Now, that's not right, Max. You shouldn't be buying our lunch, too. The tent's more than enough."
"Not to worry, Mike, it's my treat today." I paid for the order, we got back in the Shelby and headed back home. I revved the engine to let the guys know we were back and we headed inside. We met the guys coming in the door and I directed them to bathrooms so they could clean up before eating. We all met back in the kitchen where I had all the food laid out and ready for them. They took seats at the barstools and dug in. I got drinks for everyone and we settled in.
I asked Bob, "Well, Bob, how's everything going out there?"
"Perfect, Max. These guys did a great job installing the anchors and everything's lining up just like it should. You should be proud of your crew, Mike."
"Oh, I am. They don't hear it enough, I'm sure, but I think they know how I much I appreciate the work they do."
"I'd like to hear some of that appreciation in my paycheck, Mike, think you could arrange that?" Al asked.
Mike laughed and responded with, "We'll see what we can do, Al. Any other complaints?"
A resounding chorus of "Nope" rang through the house and we all laughed.
"Now that that's settled, what's left to do, Bob?" I asked.
"Next, we start on the roof. I'll roll out the lift so we can get the panels up there safely. I just have to make sure I don't drive the thing into the pool."
"Good plan, Bob."
"Yeah, I thought so. Once the roof is in place, then we get to go over all the bolts again to make sure they're properly tightened and the thing won't collapse. Once we do that, we'll be done."
Once the feeding frenzy ended, Bob, Al and the others headed back out to start work on the roof panels. They were moving right along when the drive sensor dinged. "That should be the electrician, Max. I'll meet him out in the drive and show him where everything is."
Once the electrician had started his work, Mike came back in and re-settled in what had become his chair. Four hours later, the roof was completed and the electrician had the heaters all set. Mike and I headed out to inspect the job and we were both happy with the way everything worked out. The temperature inside the shelter was already on the rise and I could tell the heaters were going to do a fine job when the skies were cloudy. I thanked all the guys for their hard work.
Bob said, "Thanks again for the tent, Max. Without that, we'd have been here tomorrow finishing up. Well, I've got a long drive ahead of me, so I'm going to hit the road. Mike, thanks for the order, pleasure to work with you again. Hopefully, the next one will be a spring or summer install. Max, thanks for everything. I hope the shelter works as well as you expect."
"I'm sure it will, Bob. I'll walk you out." I followed Bob out through the garage and before he could get in his truck, I handed him $500 cash.
"Max, thanks, but that's not necessary," he objected. "I'm well paid and I'm just doing my job."
"Take it, Bob, you've earned it. Take your wife on a nice weekend trip somewhere once you get back home. You've done a great job today and I appreciate it."
The next thing I knew, Bob had pulled me into another great bear hug. When he backed off, he said, "Damn, I don't know what's come over me. I got to quit doing that."
"Hell, don't worry about it Bob. Nothing wrong with a hug now and then. Thanks again for all your work, have a safe trip home and don't forget, you owe your wife a trip."
"I won't, Max. Thanks again and enjoy your new shelter." Bob climbed in his truck and headed down the drive.
I met Mike and his crew inside to finish up my business with him. "Okay, Mike, time to settle up. Let me call the bank real quick." I placed the call and arranged to have the final payment wired to Mike's account in the morning. "All set, Mike. The balance due should be in your account by noon tomorrow."
"Thanks, Max. Been a pleasure doing business with you."
I handed each of Mike's crew a crisp, new $100 bill as thank you for a job well done and asked them to wait for Mike at their truck. After the last one was out the door, I turned to Mike and asked him, "Were you serious about the discount?"
"Of course, I am."
"Well, you know how to handle it. Thanks again for the great work as always, Mike. You and your guys go above and beyond for your customers."
"We aim to please, Max. I want to thank you for the work. Winter's always suck and this just made it suck a little less. Enjoy your new shelter."
"Oh, I will. If you have any other customers looking for a shelter, you're welcome to bring them out so they can see one in person before ordering one."
"That'd be great, Max. Thanks again. We'll get out of here, now. Enjoy your evening. If you need anything else, you know where to find us. And good luck with the adoption. I'll be expecting an invite to the celebration once it happens."
"You'll definitely be on the list, Mike. Tell the guys thanks again for me."
"Will do. See you later."
Mike climbed in the truck and headed down the drive. I closed the garage and headed inside to make another call. I got a hold of Wes at Party Creations to let him know I was done with the tent and they could come take it down any time. He told me his tent people didn't work weekends and it would be Monday before they came back out. I let him know that was fine and I would see his people Monday afternoon.
I headed to my bedroom and got undressed. I'd been out and about so much lately and with all the people coming to the house the past few weeks, I was getting really tired of wearing clothes as much as I had been. I headed to the kitchen to fix something for supper, then to the theater to watch another movie. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 10</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
<p><span>DISCLAIMER:</span></p>
<p><span>M/M,
m/m, M/m</span></p>
<p><span>This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are
used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or
locales is entirely coincidental.</span></p>
<p><span>This
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<h2><a name="_Toc472178169"><span>Chapter
10 � Pool Shelter Installation</span></a></h2>
<p><span>The
next week passed slowly but steadily until Thursday afternoon when Mike
called. "Afternoon, Max. Hope I didn't wake you from your much-needed beauty
sleep."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
I'm awake and dealing with some financial shenanigans trying to increase my
wealth. You know, your typical retired, rich guy fun and games. What's up?"</span></p>
<p><span>"The
delivery driver just called to let us know he was checked into the Hampton. He
was going to head out to get some supper then head back to get some much-needed
shuteye. We plan on meeting at the shop in the morning about 8:00 and then head
out from here shortly after that. We should be at your place about 9:00 or
so. You still want to do this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, Mike. I'll have the heaters running and the coffee going when you get
here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
great, Max. I have an electrician scheduled to show up about 2:00 in the
afternoon to run the wire for the heaters. I figure we'll have most of the
shelter bolted down by then and he can get started on the wiring."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect.
It sounds like you have everything planned. I'll just sit back and `supervise'
again. I'll see you guys in the morning."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be there, Max. Have a great evening."</span></p>
<p><span>I
kicked back the rest of the evening watching a movie and letting the mind
unwind for a bit. Bed came early that night so I could be up early in the
morning to get things ready for Mike and his guys. Morning reared its ugly
head much quicker than I thought it should. I got up and headed out to start
the heaters. Too bad my brain wasn't in gear before I went out there because
it was colder than hell with no clothes on. I started the heaters anyway, then
headed back inside to pull on something warm before Mike showed up. I found
some sweats and headed to the kitchen to get some food. I was just about done
with breakfast when the sensor dinged to announce the arrival of my shelter.</span></p>
<p><span>I
opened the front and rear garage doors and waited for the guys to show up.
Mike pulled past the driveway, then got out and directed the truck driver into
position to unload the panels. Once the panel truck was in position, Mike's
guys began hauling tools through the garage and Mike introduced me to the truck
driver, "Morning, Max. I'd like you to meet Bob. He works for the pool
shelter company as their delivery driver and installation supervisor."</span></p>
<p><span>We
shook hands and I said, "Nice to meet you Bob. I can't believe you drove all
the way from New Mexico. That's one heck of a long trip."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
sure was, that's why I went to bed right after supper last night. I'm feeling
more alive now."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
imagine you spend a lot time away from home delivering and setting up
shelters. Bet your wife hates your job."</span></p>
<p><span>"She
doesn't really `hate' it, but she doesn't really love it either. It pays well
since I get paid 24 hours a day while I'm on the road. That lets us save
enough money through the summer that we can survive the winter with minimal
income. There's usually not a lot of shelters being delivered in winter. I
think the last winter delivery I had was 3 years ago."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm sorry if I ruined any plans you had with my order."</span></p>
<p><span>"Aw,
don't worry about it. It's all part of the job. Not gonna be much fun today
with the temperature where it's at, though."</span></p>
<p><span>"Follow
me, Bob, and I'll show you where the pool is." I led Bob and Mike through the
garage and Bob couldn't believe his eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"A
tent?! Are you freaking kidding me? Did you set this up, Mike?" Bob
sputtered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Wasn't
me, Bob. You have to thank Max for that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
thank you, Max. I've never had a winter install happen in a tent before.
Guess there's a first time for everything. Maybe this won't be as bad as I
thought." Bob came over and wrapped me up in a giant bear hug. He suddenly
backed off and said, "Sorry `bout that, man, I don't usually go `round huggin'
guys, but for some reason, I couldn't help myself. That tent is about the
nicest thing a customer's ever done for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
worries, Bob, but I didn't do it just for you", I laughed. "I was thinking
about Mike's guys as well."</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, you were."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
glad you like it, though. I'll get out of your guys' way and let you get on
with it. Coffee and bathrooms are inside, which is where I'll be. You need
anything, just ask." I headed on in and let them get to work. Mike got them
started, then came inside, also. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat in
a chair next to me where he could watch the work as it progressed. "Is the
electrician still scheduled to show up this afternoon?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
I talked to him yesterday afternoon and he said he had all the materials he
needed. He should show up shortly after lunch."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hadn't thought about lunch yet, Mike. What do you guys want or did you bring
something with you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was going to send one of the guys over to the Subway at the truck stop to pick
up some sandwiches for everyone and have them brought back here. If you don't
mind, that is."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
idea, Mike. If you find out what everyone wants, I'll call the order in and
pick it up for you."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
let them work a while before I bring up food. If I do it now, that's all
they're going to think about until they sit down to eat," he joked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know what you mean. Now that you've brought it up, it's all I can think
about. And I just finished breakfast." We sat in our chairs while the guys
made short work of getting the wall panels in place and bolted down. As they
were placing the last wall panel at the far end, Mike went out to get their
food orders. He came back in and handed me the list of sandwiches to order. I
had all the drinks here, so I didn't have to worry about that. I called the
order in and told them I'd be there in 15 minutes to pick it up. </span></p>
<p><span>At
the appointed time, I got up to grab my coat and Mike asked, "Mind if I go
with? I'd like a ride in that car. I've seen it several times, but never
gotten a ride."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, Mike, grab your coat and let's go."</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
stuck his head out the door to let the guys know we'd be back shortly with
lunch, then met me in the garage. He climbed in the passenger seat and pulled
on his seatbelt. After we got out of the still slick drive and on clean, dry
roadway, I punched it a bit. "Wow, this thing really kicks you in the ass,
doesn't it?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"That,
it does, Mike. And quite nicely, I might add. It stops on a dime, too. It's
a blast to drive. I'm gonna miss driving it if I'm successful with the
adoption."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
not selling it, are you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell,
no, but if I accomplish my goal and adopt all 4 boys, this car, as nice as it
is, ain't gonna be big enough to carry all five of us anywhere."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ooh,
didn't think about that. That's why you ordered the Flex you told me about,
isn't it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly.
Actually, it was one of the first things I did after my first meeting with
Anna. Of course, that was only a couple weeks ago and it take about a month
and half to two months from order to delivery. Especially with one optioned
out the way I wanted it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
assume you got the all-wheel drive version, what with the drive you have to
deal with."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. I love this car, but when it snows more than a couple inches or ices, I'm
stuck at home until I can get someone out to plow and salt the drive and that
ain't cheap. I should have had a four-wheel or all-wheel drive before, but I
figured since it was just me stuck out here, it wasn't that a big deal. With a
couple kids or more, I can't be stuck anymore."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
you're right about that. You never know when you might need to deal with an
emergency."</span></p>
<p><span>"My
thought, exactly. Well, here we are, let's go get lunch." We headed into the
Subway and up to the counter. I told the girl what I was there for and she let
me know they were making the last sandwich right now. Mike pulled out his
wallet and I told him, "Put that away, Mike, your money's no good here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
that's not right, Max. You shouldn't be buying our lunch, too. The tent's
more than enough."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
to worry, Mike, it's my treat today." I paid for the order, we got back in the
Shelby and headed back home. I revved the engine to let the guys know we were
back and we headed inside. We met the guys coming in the door and I directed
them to bathrooms so they could clean up before eating. We all met back in the
kitchen where I had all the food laid out and ready for them. They took seats
at the barstools and dug in. I got drinks for everyone and we settled in.</span></p>
<p><span>I
asked Bob, "Well, Bob, how's everything going out there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
Max. These guys did a great job installing the anchors and everything's lining
up just like it should. You should be proud of your crew, Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I am. They don't hear it enough, I'm sure, but I think they know how I much I
appreciate the work they do."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
like to hear some of that appreciation in my paycheck, Mike, think you could
arrange that?" Al asked.</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
laughed and responded with, "We'll see what we can do, Al. Any other
complaints?"</span></p>
<p><span>A
resounding chorus of "Nope" rang through the house and we all laughed. </span></p>
<p><span>"Now
that that's settled, what's left to do, Bob?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Next,
we start on the roof. I'll roll out the lift so we can get the panels up there
safely. I just have to make sure I don't drive the thing into the pool."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
plan, Bob."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I thought so. Once the roof is in place, then we get to go over all the bolts
again to make sure they're properly tightened and the thing won't collapse.
Once we do that, we'll be done."</span></p>
<p><span>
Once the feeding frenzy ended, Bob, Al and the others headed back out to start
work on the roof panels. They were moving right along when the drive sensor
dinged. "That should be the electrician, Max. I'll meet him out in the drive
and show him where everything is."</span></p>
<p><span>Once
the electrician had started his work, Mike came back in and re-settled in what
had become his chair. Four hours later, the roof was completed and the
electrician had the heaters all set. Mike and I headed out to inspect the job
and we were both happy with the way everything worked out. The temperature
inside the shelter was already on the rise and I could tell the heaters were
going to do a fine job when the skies were cloudy. I thanked all the guys for
their hard work.</span></p>
<p><span>Bob
said, "Thanks again for the tent, Max. Without that, we'd have been here
tomorrow finishing up. Well, I've got a long drive ahead of me, so I'm going
to hit the road. Mike, thanks for the order, pleasure to work with you again.
Hopefully, the next one will be a spring or summer install. Max, thanks for
everything. I hope the shelter works as well as you expect."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure it will, Bob. I'll walk you out." I followed Bob out through the garage
and before he could get in his truck, I handed him $500 cash.</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,
thanks, but that's not necessary," he objected. "I'm well paid and I'm just
doing my job."</span></p>
<p><span>"Take
it, Bob, you've earned it. Take your wife on a nice weekend trip somewhere
once you get back home. You've done a great job today and I appreciate it."</span></p>
<p><span>The
next thing I knew, Bob had pulled me into another great bear hug. When he
backed off, he said, "Damn, I don't know what's come over me. I got to quit
doing that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell,
don't worry about it Bob. Nothing wrong with a hug now and then. Thanks again
for all your work, have a safe trip home and don't forget, you owe your wife a
trip."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
won't, Max. Thanks again and enjoy your new shelter." Bob climbed in his
truck and headed down the drive.</span></p>
<p><span>I
met Mike and his crew inside to finish up my business with him. "Okay, Mike,
time to settle up. Let me call the bank real quick." I placed the call and
arranged to have the final payment wired to Mike's account in the morning.
"All set, Mike. The balance due should be in your account by noon tomorrow."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Max. Been a pleasure doing business with you."</span></p>
<p><span>I
handed each of Mike's crew a crisp, new $100 bill as thank you for a job well
done and asked them to wait for Mike at their truck. After the last one was
out the door, I turned to Mike and asked him, "Were you serious about the
discount?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, I am."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you know how to handle it. Thanks again for the great work as always, Mike.
You and your guys go above and beyond for your customers."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
aim to please, Max. I want to thank you for the work. Winter's always suck
and this just made it suck a little less. Enjoy your new shelter."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I will. If you have any other customers looking for a shelter, you're welcome
to bring them out so they can see one in person before ordering one."</span></p>
<p><span>"That'd
be great, Max. Thanks again. We'll get out of here, now. Enjoy your
evening. If you need anything else, you know where to find us. And good luck
with the adoption. I'll be expecting an invite to the celebration once it
happens."</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
definitely be on the list, Mike. Tell the guys thanks again for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do. See you later."</span></p>
<p><span>Mike
climbed in the truck and headed down the drive. I closed the garage and headed
inside to make another call. I got a hold of Wes at Party Creations to let him
know I was done with the tent and they could come take it down any time. He
told me his tent people didn't work weekends and it would be Monday before they
came back out. I let him know that was fine and I would see his people Monday
afternoon.</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed to my bedroom and got undressed. I'd been out and about so much lately
and with all the people coming to the house the past few weeks, I was getting
really tired of wearing clothes as much as I had been. I headed to the kitchen
to fix something for supper, then to the theater to watch another movie.</span></p>
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Chapter 65 � Friends Helping Friends
"Then turn around, silly boy."
Logan slowly turned around to find his surprise and, at first, spotted only the aforementioned totem pole. When his gaze finally landed on Charlie, he screamed, "DAD!!!", and he ran back across the living room, jumped into his father's lap and smothered him with hugs and kisses.
As all of us watched the reunion with smiles on our faces, Logan suddenly pulled away from his hug and punched Charlie in the face, screaming, "You bastard! How does it feel, huh!?" Tom stood to get in the middle of the two, but Charlie held a hand up, signaling Tom to stay put. Logan continued to hit his dad's shoulders, chest and gut, and, to his credit, Charlie just sat there and accepted the abuse. When Logan's rage had finally dissipated, he sagged back into Charlie's lap and started crying. Charlie finally wrapped his arms around his son and pulled him in even closer while the boy sobbed.
When Logan quieted, and his body had quit heaving with every breath, Charlie lifted his son's head, looked into Logan's eyes and said, "I deserved that, and oh, so much more. I'm sorry I haven't been a very good father to you the past couple years and I hope that someday you'll find a way to forgive me. I love you with all my heart and I promise that I'll never hurt you again."
"You better not, `cause if you do, I'll round up my new brothers and we'll kick your ass," Logan retorted. His serious, but humorous, response to his dad broke the tension that had permeated the room as Logan pummeled his dad, and everyone enjoyed a little laugh.
Charlie finally took a moment to rub his rosy cheek and massage away the pain. "That was a pretty good shot, young man. You're really growing up."
"'Bout time you noticed, Dad. So, when can I move back home?"
"I can't answer that son, you'll have to talk to Judge Corgan about it."
Logan turned to David and bluntly asked, "So, when?"
David smiled at Logan and answered, "Not until you and your dad have been to the counselor together several times and the counselor says it's okay."
Logan turned back to Charlie and said, "When's your first appointment?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. We'll just have to take things one day at a time until we can be together again. You okay with that?"
"You bet, Dad, whatever it takes. I just wanna come back home."
"I know you do, Logan, and I want you home, too. It's awful lonely rattling around that big, old farmhouse all by myself. You been doin' okay here?"
"Yeah, it's great livin' here. Max and Tom have been great, and I got five brothers I never had before. They got a pool, a theater and I'm sleepin' with Joey and Alex. But, as nice as it is, it ain't home."
David stood and said, "Well, I think it's time I head for home. Margie should be home soon and there'll be hell to pay if I miss our supper."
Tom and I stood and followed David to the front door. As he pulled his jacket on, I said, "I'm glad you came out this afternoon, David. It was nice to get to know you better."
"Likewise, Max. I truly enjoyed our lunch and visit, and I look forward to doing it again. And, again, thanks for everything you've done to help preserve my family's history."
"I was happy to do it."
"Sorry I wasn't able to be around more today," Tom apologized. "But I couldn't just ignore T.J.'s request."
"Don't you worry about it, Tom. Family always comes first. And if I didn't know better, I'd say you're about have another addition to that family."
"Lord, I hope not," Tom chuckled. "We've already got a full house."
"Don't forget to keep an eye on those two," David whispered while pointing to Charlie and Logan in the living room. "I'd hate to see the old Charlie show up, `cause then I would have to lock him up and throw away the key."
"Don't worry, David, I got this," Tom replied.
"And good luck be with you this evening when you take Rich home. I have this horrible feeling you're going to need it."
"I hope you're wrong about that, but I'll be ready for anything."
"Remember to let us know when you want to bring your dad out," I said as I opened the front door.
"I'll certainly do that." At that moment, we were surrounded by six wild boys, all clamoring to say goodbye to David and smother him with hugs. When each one had said their goodbye, Charlie stepped in to shake David's hand and, again, thank him for his help. Last, but not least, was Rich.
"It was nice to meet you, Rich," David said as the two shook hands. "I hope nothing but the best for you in the future."
"It was a pleasure to meet you also, sir. Now that it seems like I really have a future, Mr. Corgan, I'm going to make the best of it."
"That's the proper attitude, young man. If there's anything I can do to help you, let me know."
"I will, thanks." With the final goodbye completed, David turned and headed across the porch and through the late afternoon sun to his car.
After closing the door, I turned to Tom and commented, "Well, that was a fun afternoon. And it's not over yet."
"Nope, not by a longshot. Would you mind checking in on Bill while I rejoin Charlie and Logan. I want to make sure neither one goes off on the other again."
"Why don't you ask Charlie if he'd like to stay for supper. I'd like for you and T.J. to eat before you take Rich home since we don't know how long your mission will last."
"You got it, babe. And ask T.J. if he thinks he'll be able to sense things from the car, would you?"
"Will do, right after I check on Bill." We headed across the entry and when I turned down the hall towards Tom's office, Tom continued on into the living room and took a seat close to the father and son enjoying their little reunion. After finding Bill was moving along with getting Tom's computers set up, I headed back across the house to the kitchen to figure out something easy to fix for supper. Passing by the living room, I noticed all the boys had also joined in the reunion. I stopped behind the loveseat that was occupied by Alex, Joey, and T.J. and said, "Why don't you guys come help me with supper and let Logan have some time with his dad." The fantastic five lived up to their name as they and Rich hopped up and followed me into the kitchen.
"What do you guys think of mac and cheese for supper?"
"Sounds good to us, Dad," T.J. answered.
I pulled out the big pot, filled it with hot water and got it on the stove. While I got everything else ready to go, I said, "T.J., I need to ask you a question. Is your ability to pick up other people's thoughts limited by distance or anything?"
"I don't know, Dad. With Joey and Alex, I can hear them through walls pretty easily, but the rest of you, not so much. It's probably easier with them `cause they can do the same thing I can. With anybody else, I pretty much need to be in the same room. Why you askin'?"
"Well, Tom and I are worried about you going along when Tom takes Rich home."
"I'll be okay, Rich'll make sure of that, won't you?"
"Dang right, I will. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Well, we'll see," I muttered as I returned to my supper preparations.
I sat quietly on the loveseat, trying to mind my own business with my nose stuck in a book, but still half listening to the conversation between Charlie and Logan. Logan was still sitting in his dad's lap and Charlie was still holding him tightly. It was easy to see how much the two loved and needed each other and I was hopeful they'd be able to work out their issues. I was glad the two of them were having a seemingly serious discussion about the past few years and where they expected to be in the next few.
After about ten minutes of trying to look like I wasn't eavesdropping, Bill popped his head around the corner of the hallway and called to me. "Pssst, Tom, you got a minute?"
"Sure, Bill." I followed Bill back to my new office and took in my new computer system. From the tower on the floor next to the desk, to the dual twenty-seven inch flat-screen monitors on the desk, to the wireless keyboard, mouse and headset, I was blown away. "Uh, don't you think this is bit overkill."
"Nope, just what Max ordered for you. He said to give you the best, so I did. You'll find the dual monitors come in handy. You can have your e-mail open all the time on one screen and then your browser and other programs on the other screen. I've got you connected to the network and the internet through that. The Surface is all setup and the sync is configured so when you drop it in the cradle, it'll sync any new files on the tablet to the tower. Same with your e-mail. Both the tablet and tower are connected to the same account, so they'll always be in sync. You can set up Outlook on your phone, too, so all three will be in sync."
"Wow, sounds you like got me dialed in on everything."
"There's one more thing I want to show you," Bill said. "Max didn't ask for this, but knowing you're starting a new business and us small business guys gotta help each other out, I created this for you." Bill leaned over the desk, grabbed the mouse and opened the web browser. The page that popped up was `TD Investigations' and my picture was at the top left corner of the page. "I don't know if you have a real name for your business yet, but we can change it very quickly to whatever you want. Every business needs a presence on the web these days or you'll never get anywhere. When you have more time, I'll sit down with you and customize the site to whatever you want."
"Service above and beyond the call, Bill. Thanks."
"Well, I know Max has his own site for himself and his books, I figured you'd want the same for you. You let me know when you have time and we'll get together to complete it."
"Excellent, I'll look forward to it. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing, Max has already paid for it. You ever have problems or questions, just call or e-mail me. Also, let me know when your other guy's desk is here, and I'll bring his equipment out.
"Well, thanks for the quick service, Bill. I can see why Max sticks with you."
"Just doin' my job, Tom. Well, I guess I'll get out of here. I'll see you again soon."
I followed Bill back to the front door and let him out before stopping in the kitchen to see how supper was progressing.
"Hey, Bill all done?" I asked as Tom came into the kitchen.
"Yep, all set up and ready to go. Thanks."
"Thanks for what?"
"For payin' for all that. I was gonna take care of it, ya' know? I'm a rich man, now," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I know, and I'm going to let you do just that. Consider it a short-term, no-interest loan. Once you start gettin' richer, though, I want my money back," I laughed. "By the way, your timing is perfect. We're two minutes away from being ready to serve. Boys, hop to it."
"Logan, time to set the table! Get your skinny ass in here, dude," Joey yelled.
"Is Charlie joining us?" I asked.
"He said he would," Tom answered with a nod.
"Ten places, boys," I called out.
"Can I do anything to help?" Rich asked.
"Yeah, you could hand me the bowls from up there so I don't have to drag the stool out of the pantry," T.J. replied.
"You got it, buddy." Rich retrieved the bowls for T.J., then followed him into the dining room to help place them around the table. Mike and Andy were taking care of napkins and silverware for everyone while Joey, Alex and Logan were fixing and delivering drinks.
Charlie had joined us after using the bathroom and asked, "Is it always like this at meal time?"
"Pretty much, Charlie," Tom answered. "We take care of the food and the boys take care of the table. When we're done, the boys clean up the table and load the dishwasher while Max and I clean up the rest."
"Looks like you have it all figured out."
"We do okay most days," I laughed. "You good with mac and cheese, Charlie?"
"Sure, it's one of Logan's favorites."
"Okay, soup's ready folks, everyone to the table." I followed the leaders and went around the table filling everyone's bowls. After filling my bowl last, I set the pot in the middle of the table and took my seat.
As we quietly enjoyed our simple meal, Rich asked, "Uh, Mr. Wright, how we gonna do this when we get to my house? The folks ain't too happy I left school early and wasn't at home this afternoon. And who knows how they'll be after I say what I need to say?"
"I'm not exactly sure, Rich. I think we'll just have to play it by ear once we get there. My biggest concern is the gun that's in the house. I want to make sure that's secured before we start."
"I can take care of that for ya'. When we get there, while you tell my parents why you're there, I'll go into their bedroom, get the gun out of the safe and bring it to you."
"Yeah, that would work. I just want to make sure your mom and dad don't have access to it. That could be a recipe for disaster."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Rich responded.
"You afraid of a gun, Mr. Wright," Charlie scornfully asked.
"Charlie, anybody who isn't a little bit afraid of a gun in the hands of someone he doesn't know is a fool."
"But guns don't kill people, do they, so only an idiot should be afraid of a gun."
"Okay, let me put it another way. Being an ex-cop and around guns daily for the last five years, it's true, I'm not afraid of the gun itself. But I am scared shitless of the idiot holding the gun and what he or she can do with it. And I've seen more than my fair share of those idiots and nothin' good ever happened with any of them. Besides, after you've been shot once, it tends to skew your viewpoint a little. It's an experience I'd like to have only once in my life."
"So, you've been shot, have you?"
"Yes, sir, and I was very lucky to have survived it," Tom answered while absentmindedly stroking the side of his head. "So, you'll just have to forgive me if I'm being overly cautious. But it's my life on the line and not yours."
"I wasn't criticizing your approach, just curious about why the extra concern. I understand your worries, now. I do hope you'll be careful."
"Always, Charlie." Tom looked back to me and asked, "Now, what about T.J. going with us?"
"I asked him and he doesn't think he'll be able to help you from the car. He said unless it's Alex or Joey, he pretty much has to be in the same room."
"I know you don't like that idea, but I think it's important for him to be there with us."
"Unfortunately, so do I. Just promise me you'll be extra careful."
"We will, babe, don't worry."
"I'm sorry," Charlie interrupted, "I'm confused about what kind of help a kid his age could possibly give you."
I looked at T.J. to see if he was gonna answer the implied question and was surprised when he did so with his usual bluntness.
"I can pick up other people's thoughts, Mr. Campbell," T.J. replied.
"Bull-hockey! Nobody can do that," Charlie protested.
"He sure can," Rich attested. "He did it with me, that's why I'm here right now and not at home, dead."
"Trust me, Dad, he can," Logan offered. "He's even better at it than Alex and Joey."
"Prove it," Charlie demanded. "What am I thinking right now?"
After just a few second's delay, T.J. said, "You're thinking we're all crazy to believe such nonsense. You're also thinking that you can't get out of here fast enough if we all believe in such utter foolishness."
"Holy carp, kid! How'd you do that?"
To prove his point, T.J. added, "And you really wanted to say crap just then, but changed it to carp at the last moment, hoping you wouldn't offend anyone."
Rattled to the core, Charlie stammered, "Okay, Okay, I believe you. You can get the hell out of my head, now." Charlie then looked back to Tom and me and added, "Yeah, I could see how he could help you. But I still don't get why you're involved."
"Rich, you want to handle that one?" Tom asked.
"Uh, not really. I mean, it's not really any of his business, is it?"
"No, you're right, it isn't," Charlie replied. "Sorry for stickin' my nose where it don't belong."
The rest of our meal was fairly quiet, and I could see poor Rich getting more and more nervous as the time to go home drew closer and closer. When the pot and everyone's bowls were empty, the boys got to work collecting everyone's dishes and silver, then rinsing them in the sink before dropping them in the dishwasher. By the time the rest of the mess was cleaned up, it was ten to six and time for Tom, Rich and T.J. to get ready to roll. Tom headed to our bedroom first and returned with his shoulder holster strapped into position and his gun secured in its place. I noticed he also had an extra clip hanging from it.
"You expectin' some serious trouble there, bubba?" I asked nervously.
"Not really, but I want to be prepared just in case."
"What do you carry?" Charlie asked.
"A Sig P229," Tom replied. "It's reliable, lightweight and accurate. Most of the younger guys in the department carried the same so we could share clips if needed."
"I hope you won't need to use it tonight."
"You and me both, Charlie. Thanks." Tom turned to Max and added, "Look, we've got to go. I'll call you when T.J. and I are headed back home."
I hugged my teddy bear and whispered, "You be careful and watch out for our son."
"I will, love you, babe."
"Love you too." I released Tom, knelt and snagged T.J. "You listen to Pops and do whatever he says."
"I will, Dad. And don't worry, I got a good feeling `bout this."
"I hope you're right, young man. I'm hope you know how proud I am of you for jumping into the breech and helping Rich. Love you."
"Yeah, I know," he replied with a blush. "I love you, too."
I stood and turned to Rich. "Rich, it was nice to meet you."
"It was great to meet you, also, Mr. Sanders," Rich replied while shaking my hand.
"Just so you know, if you ever have any problems or need help, we're here."
"Thanks, man, `ppreciate it. I hope you were serious about that movie thing and not just bullshittin' me. It'll be a good thing to have something to look forward to."
"You bet I am. Now, get out of here and be safe." Tom led Rich and T.J. down the hall to the garage and disappeared. I was having a hard time controlling my feelings as the door closed, but I had to trust in Tom to do the right thing.
When I finally turned from the hallway to join Charlie and the boys in the living room, Charlie said, "Well, I guess I should be heading for home, also, but before I do, I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Sanders. Would you boys give us a few minutes, please?"
Logan stood and answered, "Sure thing, dad. C'mon guys, let's go watch some TV." The others stood and as they started towards the theater, Logan stopped by his dad, gave him another hug and whispered, "Don't say or do nothin' stupid, Dad."
"I'll be good, son, I promise," Charlie whispered back with a wry smile. After the boys had disappeared into the theater, Charlie sat next to me with nervous concern flooding his face.
"Before you get started, Charlie, please call me Max. `Mr. Sanders' is my dad."
"Thank you, Max. Though, after behaving the way I did, I'm not sure I deserve that privilege."
"Water under the bridge. Now, what's on your mind?" I asked.
"I need to apologize for being such a flaming asshole when I brought Logan over for your sons' birthday party."
"I appreciate that, Charlie."
"You see, I guess I was reactin' to a situation that my tiny and inexperienced mind couldn't quite grasp. I've never given much thought about what it's like to be like you and Tom. I've never known any other gay people and my dad had always said folks like you were perverts and child rapists, and you shouldn't be trusted. And since I didn't know any different, I allowed his influence over me to cloud my own judgement. After talking with Logan while you were fixing supper for everyone, and seeing how you interact with each other and your sons, I discovered that you and Tom really aren't any different than my wife and I were. Logan told me how much you two love and support each other. He also told me how much you love and care for your sons."
"He's right about that, you know."
"Yeah, I know. At least, now I do. After being here the last couple hours and seeing how you are with each other and the boys, I finally get it. My old man was a small-minded bigot and I allowed him to do my thinking for me instead of doin' it for myself. It's too bad he's not still around so I could tell him how wrong he was."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Charlie. It must be hard losing a parent."
"Don't be. He was a raving lunatic, obviously. I guess I should be glad he hasn't been here to poison Logan with the same kind of thinking, like he did to me. But, Logan also told me something else that proved to me how wrong I've been all these years." Fearing what Logan might have shared with his dad, I nervously waited for him to continue. "Logan told me how you and your family live, bein' naked most of the time. Not that that would be a big deal to him since he usually don't have nothin' on at home."
Oh crap, why did he have to go there? "Now, wait just a minute ..." I started to object.
"Hold on a minute, Max. Let me finish. He also told me how, in the time he's been here, and despite the fact y'all don't wear clothes, he hasn't seen you or Tom do anything that anyone could possibly consider to be wrong or inappropriate to him or your sons. And him telling me that is what's convinced me that my dad and I have been wrong about you and other people like you. I can't honestly say I understand why you or Tom prefer to be with another man, but I don't need to, either, `cause it ain't my life, is it? And after learning something new from my son today, I've reached a point where I can accept it and not question your motives in adopting any kids. In fact, I think you and Tom will be great parents to any child you adopt."
"Well, I suppose I should be glad of that revelation. It's a shame it took the horrendous abuse of your son to figure it all out."
"And I'll pay for that for the rest of my life. I don't know if Logan will ever trust me again."
"I'm sure he will, Charlie. It won't be quick or easy, but it will happen. Despite the problems you two have had the past couple of years, he still loves you and wants to be with you. He's said many times the past few weeks how much he wants to be back at home. And while we all like Logan a lot, we'd like to see him at home, also. That's where he belongs, at home, with you."
"Well, I can't thank you enough for opening your heart and home to him, and letting him stay with you while I get my head on straight. While I wasn't thrilled at the idea of him being here for any period of time, it's nice to find out my fears were completely unjustified. I hope, in time, we might all become friends."
"We'd like that, too. Logan is welcome to stay as long he needs. And once he's allowed to move back home, you both will be welcome here anytime."
"Thank you, Max. And please pass my thanks on to Tom, also. Now, before I get out of here, is there any chance of seeing Logan sometime over the weekend?"
"Oh, I'm afraid not. We're not going to be home. I've made plans to take the boys and some of their friends up to Chicago for the weekend. Logan, of course, is included in that. Maybe we could work out something for you to come over Monday evening."
"Well, that sucks for me, but it sure sounds like fun for the boys. Logan's always wanted to see the city, but with the farm, I never have time to take trips like that."
"We're happy to have him go with us. I think we'll all enjoy a few days away from home. I've barely left the house since the boys moved in, so I know I'm looking forward to it. Just do me a favor and don't say anything to the boys. It's a surprise for them."
"My lips are sealed. Well, I better get outta here. I got things to deal with at home."
"Let me get Logan out here so he can say goodbye." I picked up the phone and dialed the extension in the theater. When Alex finally answered, I told him to send Logan out to say goodbye to his dad. Logan charged out of theater, across the dining room and jumped in his dad's lap again.
"You leavin' already, Dad?"
"Yeah, got to deal with some things at home. I'll see you Monday night."
"Why wait until then, why not tomorrow night?"
"Well, I don't know how long my counseling will run and I'll have to do some work at home after. If I have time, I'll call and see if it's okay to come over," Charlie answered with a sly wink to me.
"Okay. I miss you, Daddy."
"I miss you, too, son. You'll be back home soon."
"I hope so." After giving Charlie a hug and a kiss on the cheek and receiving the same back from his dad, Logan slowly slid off his dad's lap and then helped him stand up.
Charlie stepped over to me while I got up and we shook hands. As we did, he said, "Again, thanks for your help, Max. You're a good man who truly cares about other people. The world would certainly be a better place if it had more people like you and Tom in it."
"Thank you, Charlie. I'm glad we can help you two out. You're welcome to visit Logan at any time. Hope to see you again soon."
Logan walked his dad to the front door and, after another hug and kiss goodbye, stood at the doorway as Charlie walked to his car and drove away. When Logan finally closed the door, he turned and walked to my chair, then climbed in my lap and started crying. I wrapped the whimpering boy in a hug and let him cry. "Hang in there, buddy, just a little longer and you'll be back together."
"I know," Logan sobbed. "I just miss him so much." When he finally calmed back down, he lifted his head and asked, "You don't think I'm a big baby for cryin', do ya'?"
"Not at all, young man. I'd be surprised if you didn't. You are human, after all."
At that, Joey stuck his head around the corner of the dining room and asked, "Is he gone yet?"
"He just left, Joey, why?"
"Can we finally get comfortable, then?"
I chuckled as I'd just realized this was probably the longest the boys have been dressed while at home. "Yes, go ahead."
"Thank god," he said with exasperation. He then stepped around the corner to reveal he was already nude, yelled into the theater, "C'mon guys, let's put our clothes in our rooms!" The fantastic five strolled across the house, carrying bundles of dirty clothes and collecting Logan on their way through the living room.
They traipsed back through to return to their show and Alex stopped to ask, "C'mon, Dad, why don't you join us? You'll just drive yourself crazy thinkin' `bout Pops and T.J. if you're out here all alone."
"Yeah, okay. Let me get undressed and I'll be there in a minute. I made my way to my bedroom, got comfortable in my own skin, again, visited the bathroom, then joined the boys and the show they were watching on Animal Planet.
Following the directions provided by Rich, ten minutes after leaving home, the three of us pulled up in front of a newer, large, modern-looking house about halfway to Springfield. We arrived a little later than I had originally intended, but Rich was finally home and ready to face his parents. I was really hoping that T.J.'s good feeling was on the money.
"Nice house, Rich," I commented as we walked to the front door.
"Yeah, the old man likes it. Your house I nicer though. And I'd much rather live there than here. At least you guys actually care about the kids who live with you, and even kids who don't."
"Don't write your parents off just yet."
We'd reached the door and Rich used his key to unlock it and let us inside. "Mom, Dad, where are ya'!?" he yelled to the dark house.
"We're in the kitchen!" a deep bass voice answered. "You better get your sorry ass in here and explain yourself!"
"Follow me," Rich said while rolling his eyes in exasperation. He led us through the house, turning on lights as he did. When we entered the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. weaver were sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of each of them. Both their faces were contorted into masks of barely-restrained anger. "Mom, Dad, this is Mr. Wright and one of his sons, T.J. I know you're pissed off and want to talk, but I really need to hit the john before we do. I'll be right back." Rich turned and disappeared before his parents could lodge a protest, leaving T.J. and me alone with his parents.
"You're the man I talked to on the phone, aren't you," Eileen hissed. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell do you think you're doin' takin' my kid out of school and to your home?"
"Good evening, Mr. & Mrs. Weaver," I replied calmly. "Like Rich said, I'm Tom Wright and this is my son T.J.," I greeted, laying a hand on T.J.'s shoulder as he gave the two a little wave and a smile. "I go by Tom and I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to be saying Mr. and Mrs. Weaver all night, so I'm gonna stick with Eileen and Stan. I'd also ask that you mind your manners and words in front of my son."
"You gotta a lotta nerve comin' in here and askin' for anything, mister," Stan replied.
"Yes, I know that, but if you give us just a few minutes of your precious time, T.J. and I will be on our way. By the way, I would appreciate a cup of coffee, also. And I'm sure T.J. wouldn't mind something to drink as well." T.J. gave an emphatic nod in the positive and when neither Weaver reacted to my request, I walked across the kitchen and started opening cabinets in search of a mug for my own use.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eileen screeched.
"Well, since neither one of you seemed inclined to fulfill my request, I'm helping myself," I answered as I continued to rummage through the cabinets. "Aha, there they are," I added after finally finding a mug to use. I poured myself a cup and then opened the refrigerator to find something for T.J. to drink. "Hey, buddy, this looks like a Coke house, is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine, Pops. Thanks for the drink, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver." With my coffee and T.J.'s Coke in hand, we took seats on the opposite side of the table from Stan and Eileen.
"It's nice to meet you both," I said cheerfully as I extended a hand in friendship. A hand that was rejected by both adults. "Well, I guess you're both wondering exactly what we're doing here. As soon as Rich returns, we'll clear up your confusion." Thirty seconds later, Rich came back from his errand, wide grin spreading across his face.
"Here ya' go, Mr. Wright," he said as he handed me his father's gun, a Glock 19, and Stan's eyes went wide in surprise.
"Thanks, Rich." I smoothly ejected the clip and racked the slide, ejecting the chambered shell to ensure the gun was empty. Once I knew the gun couldn't be used, I placed the clip and loose bullet from the breech in my left-hand jacket pocket and the empty gun in my right-hand pocket. "Now, why don't you tell your mom and dad where you've been since you left school and why. I know they're anxious to find out what's going on."
"Why the hell did he just give you my gun?" Stan yelled.
"Just a safety precaution, Stan. Carry on, Rich."
"Right. Mom, Dad, I need to tell you two somethin' you probably ain't gonna like."
"I think we both know what you're about to say, Rich," Eileen responded with venom dripping from her every word.
"Part of it, yeah, you probably do. But part of it you don't, either, so just listen, okay?"
"Oh, would you just get on with it?" Stan protested. "You've never finished a coherent thought in your life."
"Jesus, Dad! For the first time in my life, would you please just shut the fuck up and let me talk?" Stan's jaw dropped as he sat in stunned silence at Rich's outburst. "Thank you, that's perfect. Why do you always have to make life so difficult? Never mind, don't answer that. Look, here's the scoop. The school started a new group for kids like me to talk to other kids when we have a problem. T.J., here, is one of the leaders of that group, along with his twin brothers." T.J., again, gave the Weavers a jaunty little wave along with his most heart-melting smile. "I talked to T.J. the first time yesterday and I scared him with something, so today, he brought his dad with him to talk to me some more." Eileen lifted her hand to interrupt, but Rich continued as if he hadn't see it.
"The group these guys run is for kids who think they're gay and need help dealing with it." Both Stan and Eileen were giving Rich their undivided attention. "So, I'm gay, that's the part you probably know about already. Especially after dad barged in my room last night and caught me, uh, red-handed, as it was." I had to quickly suppress the tight smile that had formed on my face at Rich's pun. "The part you don't know is the other reason the group got started. It's not just to help kids who are or think they might be gay. It's really for kids who are thinkin' about killin' themselves because of it." Eileen's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise and Stan hung his head low. "That's what scared T.J., and why he had his dad come talk to me.
"I've been hiding who I am for way too long and I couldn't take it anymore. I had a plan to kill myself all figured out and after what happened last night, I was gonna do it this afternoon when I got home from school. I figured what better time, right? You two would still be at work and the little princess of the house was goin' to a friend's house. I've already written my goodbye note. I'd just lay it on the bed next to me before I blew my brains out. That way you wouldn't have any questions about why I'd done it. Then, my new friend T.J. introduced me to his dad." And there he goes again with that sweet wave and smile. "Mr. Wright convinced me suicide wasn't the answer to my problems and talked me into goin' to his house with him so I wouldn't be home alone today. If it weren't for him and T.J., you wouldn't have a son right now. So, that's where I was this afternoon and why." Rich bowed his head in preparation for the shitstorm he felt was sure to come.
Eileen covered her face with her hands and began to sob. Stan, on the other hand, reached a hand out to his son and took Rich's hand in his own. After several quiet moments, Stan finally spoke up.
"I'm glad you listened to T.J. and Tom, son. Our lives would have been shattered if you hadn't."
"Your life?" Rich asked incredulously, lifting his head back up to face his dad. "What about my life? It would have been over, damn it."
"I'm sorry, Rich, I wasn't thinking straight and didn't say that quite right. I'm not exactly sure how to say what I really want to say except for this; I'm glad you're still here. I don't know what we'd have done if you didn't have such good friends you could rely on."
"But that's the whole point, Dad. I didn't have anyone I could talk to. I sure as hell couldn't talk to you two. If the school hadn't handed out these little pamphlets to everyone this week, I wouldn't have even known about the group T.J. and his brothers started."
"Why did you think you couldn't talk to us about what you were dealing with."
"Oh, yeah, right. After listening to all your sick jokes about fags, queers and perverts forever, what makes you think I'd want to come tell you I'm gay. And Mom's not any better, either. Besides, you'd never let me finish a sentence without shutting me down. That's what you always do whenever I try to have to serious talk with you about anything. Jesus Christ, Mom, would you please stop with the fake sobs? This is about me, not you."
Eileen removed her hands from in front of her face and it was plain as day that she hadn't been crying at all. "Well, you insolent little shit, you! How dare you talk to me like that!? I'm supposed to be happy you didn't fuckin' kill yourself? I wish you would have. What makes you think I want to have a cocksucker for a son?"
Stan spun in his seat and looked at Eileen as if he were seeing her for the time in his life. "Eileen! What're you sayin?"
"I'm sayin' I wished he'd really done it. God, what a waste of human protoplasm. What will the people in my office think when they find out my son's a faggot?"
"Who cares what they think!" Rich screamed.
"Calm down, Rich, I'll take care of this," Stan replied calmly. He then turned to his wife and said, "Eileen, we need to talk, right now." You could sense the rage coursing through Stan as he grabbed his wife's arm and pulled the protesting woman from the kitchen.
"Oh, god, this is just what I'd figured would happen," Rich moaned, dropping his head and hiding his face behind his hands.
T.J. stood up and stepped next to his older friend, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Rich, dude, look at me," T.J. pleaded. When Rich lifted his head back up, T.J. continued. "It gonna be okay. Your dad's with you, man. He's pretty cool, I think, and he supports you. Your mom, not so much, but your dad's taking care of that problem right now. You'll see."
We sat quietly for a while, waiting for Rich's parents to return. After a few minutes, we heard the rumble of a garage door opening, followed by the squeal of spinning tires and rocks flying as a car sped down the drive and hooked a wicked left turn onto the road before zooming away. We quizzically looked to each other until Stan returned to the kitchen.
"What the hell's goin on, Dad?" Rich asked.
"Let's just say `Elvira has left the building'," Stan answered calmly as he sat down next to Rich.
"Jesus, Dad, I never meant for Mom to leave."
"I know you didn't, son, but it's been a long time comin'. I've been so tired of her nitpicky attitude the last couple years, I've thought about leaving her. But I didn't want to leave you and Carrie alone with her. Looks like I don't have to worry about that any longer. None of us could ever do anything to please her, could we?"
"Well, no, I guess not. She was always on our backs `bout somethin'. But what'd did you just say to her that made her leave?"
"I told her if she couldn't love and accept you for who you are, then she should just get the hell out. And stay out. You bein' gay may be the straw that broke the camel's back, but there were thousand other straws already there. And, trust me, son, this isn't your fault. There would've been somethin' else in the next couple of weeks that would have had the same effect, so don't worry about it. We'll be just fine."
"So, what happens now?"
"We pick up the pieces and move on."
"But what about Carrie? What's she gonna do?"
"I don't know, son. I guess we'll give her the choice of who she wants to live with, us or your mom. We'll let her decide her own fate. She is fourteen, after all, and that makes her old enough to make her own decision on who she'd rather live with."
"Hell, I didn't want it happen like this," Rich cried as he crossed his arms on the table in front of him and laid his head down on them.
Stan slid closer and draped an arm over Rich's shoulders. "Listen, son, everything's gonna be fine. Yeah, it'll be a little rough for a while as we all adjust to this new reality, but we'll get through it and have nothin' but better days ahead of us."
"Excuse me a second, Stan," I interrupted. "Rich was scared to tell you he's gay, to the point of planning his own death, because he was convinced you hated him."
"Now where did you ever get that idea, son? I love you and always have. Besides, you think I didn't already know?"
"WHAT!? You knew? How come you wouldn't talk to me about it?"
"Because of your mother. I knew how she'd react to the news, so every time you tried to bring it up, I steered the conversation in another direction. I guess, maybe, I was also a bit uncomfortable talking about it myself. It looks like I'll need to get past that."
"How long have you known?" Rich begged.
"Since we had our little sex chat when you were thirteen or so."
"And what made you so sure you knew?"
"Well, your mom and Carrie had gone shopping and to a movie so we could have our talk, remember? And you were wearing those flimsy white shorts you loved to wear all the time. You'd worn the damn things so much, they were practically see-through. When I was trying to explain the anatomical differences between men and women, you had no reaction during the female side of the conversation. But when it was time to talk about the male's anatomy, you were totally engrossed, and I couldn't help but notice little Richie was standing at attention the entire time."
"Yep, he's gay", T.J. giggled which caused the rest of us to laugh out loud. In addition to being the first laugh of the evening, Rich blushed mightily.
"Oh, geez," Rich moaned. "I can't believe you saw me with a hardon and didn't say nothin' about it."
"Boy, you were in the middle of puberty and hardons pop up without any warning. It wasn't a big deal. Well, really, it was a pretty big deal, considering your age, but I figured I shouldn't embarrass you any more than you already were. And there have been other things over the years that reinforced what I intuited that day."
"I don't even wanna know, Dad."
"Like comin' into our bathroom to `get some toilet paper' or some other lame excuse. The funny thing was, though, you only did that when I was in there to take my shower. I always figured you just wanted to see me naked, so every now and then, I'd oblige you and step out of the shower to grab my towel. Your eyes always bugged out when I would do that."
"You can stop any time now."
"Then there was the time I caught you and Jimmy ..."
"Really, Dad, just shut up, would you?"
After a quick laugh at his son's embarrassment, Stan added, "Look, it's all good, Rich. And now that your mom's taken a hike, you can talk to me any time you want about anything you want. Sound good to you?"
"You have no idea. We'll just have to be careful about Carrie bein' around."
"No sweat. I figure she'll want to live your mom, anyway. She hates my guts, ya' know."
"Um, Stan, there's one more thing you need to know Rich has been doing," I interjected.
"What's that?" he asked looking back to me.
"He told T.J. he's been going to some bar in Springfield, trying to find some random guy to, uh, help him figure things out."
"Rich, you can't be doin' stupid shit like that. That's a good way to get yourself killed," Stan reacted.
"Yeah, that's what Mr. Wright said. I'm sorry, Dad, I want to do some things so badly, but I don't know who I can ask and not freak `em out. God knows I can't ask any of my friends."
"Yeah, I could see that bein' a problem. Tell you what, when we have some time alone, why don't you tell me about what you'd like to try, and we'll see what we can come up with, okay? I'm not saying I'll be your partner or anything like that, but we'll figure something out."
"You sure about that?"
"Of course, I am. I want you to be able to explore your sexuality, but I also want you to be safe about it, okay? No more stupid bars, got it?"
"Yeah, I got it, Dad."
"Any other big `news' you wanna drop on your old man today?"
"Well, actually, yeah. I got a job lined up for when I get out of school."
"Really?" Stan asked, surprise evident in his voice.
"Yeah, you remember those books Mom used to read? Those `Jake Franklin' ones?"
"Yeah, there were three or four of `em, if I remember correctly. What about them says you have job?"
"Well, I met the dude who wrote them this afternoon, Max Sanders."
"I thought you were at Tom's house."
"I was, but it's Mr. Sanders' house, too. He and Mr. Wright are getting married and T.J. is one the boys they're adopting."
"Wait, you're tellin' me that your mom's favorite writer is gay? Oh, man that's a hoot," Stan laughed. "She'd have a freakin' hemorrhage if she knew."
"Wouldn't she? But here's the best part, Dad. He wants me to play Jake Franklin in the movies. Isn't that outta this world?"
"Oh, god, my son, the movie star! You're shittin' me, right?"
"I would never shit you dad, you're my favorite turd."
"There's that smart-mouth little brat I've been missing all these years. I shoulda kicked your mom to the curb a long time ago."
"Well, look," I interrupted, "I think you two are doin' okay. Maybe T.J. and I should get on outta here `cause I have the feeling there's a lot you two have to say to each other."
Stan stood, walked around the table and pulled me into a smothering bearhug. "I can't thank you and T.J. enough for being there when my son needed help he couldn't get at home. If there's anything I can do to repay your generosity, you just let me know."
"We're glad we could help, Stan. Rich is a good kid who temporarily lost his way. I think he's on the correct path again and he's gonna be just fine."
"Yes, I do, too. I do have one favor I'd like to ask from you."
"If I can do it, I'll be happy to."
"I want you to get that gun out of this house and hold on to it for a while. Until I know Rich is safe, I don't want it around."
"Consider it done, Stan. When you feel the time is right, just let me know, and I'll return it to you."
"Thanks, Tom."
While the two of us were talking, Rich had lifted T.J. up onto his chair and they were staring at each other. "Thanks for talking with me and caring enough to get your dad involved, T.J.," Rich started. "You were there for me when I needed someone, and I'll never forget that. For such a little shrimp, you got awful big balls, dude," he added with a big smile.
"Thanks, Rich, you do, too. Standing up for yourself to your mom and dad, like you did tonight, tells me you got some pretty big balls, too."
"Love you, little dude. You ever need anything, find me." The two enveloped each other in a hug and when they started to let each other go, Rich leaned in and kissed T.J. on the nose. When Rich backed up again, T.J. leaned in and planted a sloppy wet kiss on Rich's lips, surprising the older boy.
Rich then turned to me and pulled me into another hug. After separating, he said, "Thanks for everything, Mr. Wright. You've not only given me my life back, but something to live for, too. If I need to talk to someone again and Dad's not available, can I call you?"
I pulled one of my old deputy cards out of my wallet, wrote my new numbers on the back and handed it to Rich. "24/7, Rich."
I watched as Rich slipped the card into his wallet and muttered, "Thanks," with a tear slipping down his cheek.
"C'mon, T.J., let's get out of the way and let these two talk."
"Lead the way, Pops." Rich and Stan followed us to the front door where we all shared a four-way hug before we headed on out into the chilly March evening for our trip home. As we climbed in the car, T.J. gave a last little wave to Rich who was still standing on the front porch. As I headed down the driveway, T.J. sighed wistfully and commented, "Well, I don't know about you, Pops, but I'm wiped. But, I think we did okay, though."
"It wouldn't have happened without you, son. You did great, T.J., and I'm just following along in the shadow of the giant." As I made the turn onto the road to head for home, I punched the button on the steering wheel to call home and let Max know we were in good shape and on the way. When I disconnected the call, I could hear the first light snore emanate from our brave young son in the seat next to me. Yeah, he was most definitely wiped out.
After parking in the garage, I got out of the car and quietly closed my door. Walking around to the passenger side, I opened T.J.'s door and unbuckled his seatbelt. I picked up my sleeping passenger, gently cradling him in my arms, bumped the car door closed with my hip and made my way to the door that led to the inside of the house.
After getting the boys in bed, I'd settled in by the fireplace to wait for Tom and T.J. to get back home. Even though Tom had called a few minutes ago to say all was good and they were on the way, I was still anxious as hell. When I finally felt the rumble of the garage door opening, I bolted down the hallway to meet my boys at the door. Impatient as ever, I pulled open the door to the garage to find Tom carrying T.J. in his arms.
"Oh, god, tell me he's okay," I whispered.
"He's fine, babe. He just fell asleep on the way home," Tom whispered back. After getting them in the house, I quietly closed the door and followed along to help put T.J. to bed. When we got to his room, Tom continued to hold our boy as I carefully removed his shoes and socks. Tom finally laid him on the bed and while he worked to peel off T.J.'s shirt, I went to work on his sweatpants. Pulling his pants off revealed he wasn't wearing underwear, but that wasn't really a surprise. With T.J. ready to curl up with his brothers, Tom whispered, "I'm gonna try to wake him just enough to go to the bathroom. He had a coke at Rich's and if he doesn't go now, he'll be up in an hour."
Tom carried the limp lad into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a grin on his face. I'd already pulled back the covers and he placed the sleeping boy down close to Mike. T.J. instinctively rolled onto his side and curled up behind Mike as I pulled the cover over him. We quietly left the room, turning off the light and closing the door as we did so. After settling in by the fireplace, I finally let go the huge sigh of relief I'd been storing since they'd left to take Rich home.
"What was that mischievous grin you had carrying T.J. back from the bathroom?" I asked.
"Oh, that," Tom chuckled. "I'd set him on the stool to pee, but he wouldn't wake up enough to let go. So, I dipped his hand in a cup of warm water. And, voil�, it worked like a charm, just as it always did on all those scout camping trips. Fifteen seconds after his fingers hit the water, the flow started. Little bugger never even woke up. Not even after I peeled his foreskin back and made sure he was clean."
"I was wondering. So, how'd your mission go tonight? Did Rich's parents take his news okay?" I asked, desperate for information.
"T.J. was half right with his good feeling. Stan pretty much took it in stride, all except for Rich's plan to kill himself. That really upset him." I pulled Stan's gun, clip and spare bullet from my jacket pockets and laid them on the table. "He begged me to take the gun until he knows that Rich isn't thinking of committing suicide any more. His battle-axe of a mother, on the other hand, was something else entirely."
"How so?"
"The bitch flat out said she didn't want a cocksucker for a son and wished he'd actually done it."
"Oh, shit, that's not good."
"No, it isn't, but Stan took care of the problem when he kicked her out of the house."
"You're kidding me! I didn't see that comin'."
"No, neither did I, but Stan said it had been brewing for quite a while."
"But, Rich and his dad are okay, then?"
"Yep, thanks to T.J. I shudder to think what might have happened if the boys hadn't started their support group when they did. I'm as proud of our son as I can be."
"Yeah, me too. I think he deserves something special this weekend, don't you?"
"Um, that depends on what you mean by special. We're gonna have a full house, remember."
"No, not that, goofus, I was thinkin' more like a special meal, or somethin' like that."
"I got an idea for ya'. Why don't you let him help you fly the plane?" Tom asked sarcastically.
"Hey, that's a good idea. You sure you can handle sittin' in the cabin with the boys."
"Piece o' cake, babe. Somebody's gotta keep `em from poppin' the door open at 35,000 feet," Tom laughed. "Might as well be me."
"Uh, you sound like you might be getting over your fear of flying."
"Ha! No chance of that. I'm petrified, but you did promise me some really good drugs," he cracked with a grin.
"I did, didn't I? I'll make sure to grab some out of the medicine cabinet before we leave the house tomorrow." We sat in silence for a moment before I added, "Okay, I can't take any more fun today, I'm going to bed, hon. I'm tired and need a good night's sleep before I try to fly tomorrow. God, I hope I remember how," I added with an evil chuckle.
"Hey! That ain't funny, dammit!" Tom countered.
"Yeah, it kinda is," I replied as I stood up. "You comin' with me?"
"In a little bit, babe. I'm gonna read for a bit and wind down before I try to sleep."
"You're gonna have to read my books someday instead of this drivel from some no-name crackpot. I mean, Stephen King? Who the hell is this dude, anyway?" I asked with a laugh.
"I will, I promise. Hey, maybe I'll take one of yours for the flight tomorrow."
"That's a good idea. It might help take your mind off flying."
"Yeah, that's possible, but I thought it might just as easily put me to sleep, too," he laughed as he dodged the hand about to smack the back of his head.
"Remind me, again, why I asked you to marry me."
"Must be my witty personality and charming looks," he cooed as I sat in his lap.
"Nah, that couldn't be it," I replied, shaking my head. "I've seen gargoyles that are better on both counts."
"Well, if you figure out, let me know, will ya'?"
"Wait, I got it. It's because you complete me. And I don't mean you're just my other half, but that you're my better half, in every way," I added before leaning in to kiss my teddy bear.
"I love you, too, babe," he answered when we broke for air. "I'll be there soon."
"Make sure those guns are locked up in the safe before you join me."
"I will. Now scoot, will ya? I wanna read."
I stood up giving Tom a pitiful pout, but after a light smack on my bare ass, I smiled again and headed for our room and a shower. The shower was short and sweet since I didn't want to wake myself up and, after drying off, I climbed into bed and curled up. I don't know when Tom came to bed, but he was there when the alarm went off at six to remind us is was time to get moving. After a quick bathroom stop, I headed across the house to get the boys moving in the right direction. I could tell they were finally getting into the rhythm of things when all six woke up on the first attempt. Even T.J. was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, despite his later than normal bedtime.
After a quick breakfast of cereal and toast, Tom drove the boys out to wait for the bus. When he came back in the house, he found me rifling through the boys' dressers and closets, packing their bags for our trip. Between the two of us, we quickly had bags for each of the six boys that lived here. Now we just needed Rick and Monica to drop off the bags for their boys and they'd all be ready to go. I carried the bags we had out to the garage and packed them into the Flex so we wouldn't have to think about them later, then met Tom in our room to pack our own bags. We made short work of that chore and as we headed to the garage to add our bags to the load already in the car, the drive sensor announced a guest arriving.
Tom grabbed my bag from my hand and continued on to the garage while I stopped at the front door. When the car rounded the corner of the drive, I yelled, "Tom! Hang on a sec, two more bags coming in." He dropped our two by the door to the garage and came back to join me at the front door. After the car stopped and the driver had climbed out, I opened the door and called out, "Morning, Rick. How ya' doin'?"
"Great, Max, Tom. How's everything goin' over here?"
"We're rolling along," Tom answered as Rick stepped inside and I closed the door.
"Well, here's Eric and Josh's bags for the weekend," Rick said as he handed the bags to us. "I told the boys to ride the bus home with yours this afternoon. When they asked me why, I told `em they'd find out soon enough, so they don't have a clue they're goin' to Chicago for a couple of days."
"Perfect, Rick," I replied. "We're trying to keep it a surprise until we get to the airport."
"Well, I figured if they didn't know what's goin' on, they couldn't spill the beans, so there ya' go. You sure you're up to this, man? It's not too late to back out, ya' know."
"Oh, we're goin'. I need to get the hell outta Dodge for a few days."
"I don't blame you there. I've read the article in the paper the last three days. That's a hell of a story, let me tell you. And today's final piece was the icing on the cake. I'm surprised the TV news isn't here right now."
"They were here yesterday," Tom replied. "What're you talkin' bout, Rick?"
"You haven't read today's part yet?"
"No, we haven't," I answered before turning to Tom and adding, "Go check my e-mail and print it out. I want to see what Hank did." Tom didn't hesitate as he turned and headed for the study.
"Well, I'd love to hang out for a while, but work beckons. Listen, you guys have fun and be careful."
"We will, Rick, on both counts. Thanks for droppin' off the boys' things. Do you want us to bring Eric and Josh home Sunday night or do you want to pick `em up here?"
"Why don't you give me a call when you're on the way home from the airport? I'll swing by on my way home from work to pick `em up. You'll probably need your rest by the time you get here."
"No doubt about that," I laughed.
"Nine boys and two adults. You're a crazy mug, Max. See you guys Sunday night."
"See ya' later, Rick. And you be careful this weekend, too." With a quick salute, Rick turned and headed back down the sidewalk to his car. As I closed the door, Tom returned with today's article from the paper and he was shaking his head as he read and walked. "What?" I asked.
"Oh, you ain't gonna like this shit," he answered as he handed the pages to me.
I read through the article becoming more surprised and upset with each passing paragraph. By the time I reached the end, I was ready to rip someone's head off.
"That son-of-a-bitch. How the fuck did he get the boys' names and where they all came from?"
"I don't know, Max. They obviously had a lot more information than they told us about."
"I'm gonna sue that motherfucker."
"Yeah," Tom scoffed. "Good luck with that."
"What? I know we told him and Peggy we're getting married and adopting, but I don't ever remember giving them the boys' names or saying anything about their lives before they moved in here. How the hell did they pull off that trick? That information isn't available to the public and I know Carol would never have given anything to a reporter."
"If not Carol, then who? Hell, we haven't even told our own families everything about the boys' beginnings."
"It almost has to be someone who works with Carol. They're the only people who know besides us."
"I suppose it's possible the paper has a source in her office like Barry was in the department."
"I wonder if she knows about the article. I'm calling her. She needs to know they might have a problem." I sat in the living room and dialed her number.
She answered the call and said with stress evident in her voice, "I'm sorry, Max, I don't have a lot of time right now."
"You've seen the paper, I take it."
"Anna dropped it on my desk right after I walked in the door. She's absolutely livid."
"And how do you think we're doing right now?"
"Much worse, I'm sure. I don't know what I can say except we're sorry and we're trying to figure out who had access to the boys' files and could have given their information to the paper."
"I hope when you find him, you string him up by the balls."
"Max, most of our people are women, so that wouldn't work too well," she chuckled.
"No, I suppose it wouldn't. What'll happen to them?"
"Whoever it is, first, they'll be fired and second, arrested. Our privacy rules are quite stringent and anyone who defies them pays the price."
"So, what do we do now?"
"There's nothing you can do, Max. The damage is already done. All we can do is try to keep it from happening again."
"Well, you're full of good news today, aren't you?"
"Not really, no. Again, we're really sorry."
"It's okay, Carol, I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I know it wasn't you who did this. Please, keep me updated on what you find out, will you?"
"Of course, Max. Try to have a good day."
"Unlikely, but we'll try." After ending the call, I sat in my chair and stewed for a few before shaking it off and deciding to move on. "Okay, good thing we'll be out of town for a few days. What's next?"
"Well, Vinnie should be showing up shortly, remember? He's gonna move the furniture for Ron back from the storage building."
"Yeah, good. It'll be nice to not have to worry about that anymore." The ringing of the phone interrupted us and Tom answered it.
"Hello, is this Max Sanders?" the caller inquired.
"No. May I tell him who's calling, please," Tom asked.
"This is Yvonne Shields from the Channel 20 news."
"Sorry, Ms. Shields, he's not going to talk to you."
"But why?" she whined. "We really want to air his story."
"Then you should have called before you just showed up on our front step at six in the morning yesterday. Had you extended that small bit of common courtesy, he might have been willing to sit down with you. As it is, you blew it and it's not going to happen, now or ever. Goodbye." Tom ended the call with an evil grin cutting across his face. "That was fun. I've always wanted to tell the news to go fuck themselves."
"I'm happy you finally got your wish." DING! "That's probably Vinnie. Can you deal with him?"
"Sure thing. What do you want brought back to the house?"
"Whatever they took out from the first bedroom. And I want it set up so the only thing left to do is make the bed."
"You got it, babe. What're you gonna be doing?"
"I think I'm going to do some work on the new book. If I don't get started on it, I'll never finish it."
"Uh, yeah, that's the way it usually works," Tom laughed. "I thought you knew that."
"Oh, shut up and take care of Vinnie, smartass."
"Yes, sir!" he replied with a snappy salute. "Your command is my wish."
I stepped over and wrapped Tom in a hug. "Sorry for being such a bitch. That fuckin' paper really pissed me off. I shoulda known better than to trust the likes of them."
"S'okay, babe. I just hope you're in a better mood before we takeoff later."
"I will be, I promise." With that, I turned and headed for my study so I could get to work. I spent a couple of hours in front of the computer and by the time I decided to take a break, I had written the first two chapters of the book covering my early childhood. I was just reaching the point where I was starting to realize I was different from the other boys I knew, so about seven or eight years old. I know most people don't come to the realization of their sexual preference that early, but I know of at least three others who fit the description, especially since they now lived here. I saved my document and headed for the fridge to get something cold to drink.
Tom saw me go into the kitchen and joined me. "I was wondering when you were gonna take a break. You make any progress"
"Yeah, not bad, I guess. This book's gonna be a lot easier to write than the Jake Franklin one's. Well, up to a point that is. It won't get difficult until I start writing about the Muellers. When that time comes, I think it's gonna be a lot harder."
"I should think so, babe."
"But, every time I tell my story, it gets easier. Talking to Jason yesterday was a lot easier to do than telling you the first night all this crap came flooding back. I still hate having to deal with all this shit, but I don't have much choice, do I?"
"I'd do it for you if I could."
"I know, but I wouldn't wish that torture on anyone, Tom. By the way, how'd it go with Vinnie? Is Ron's room all ready to go?"
"Yep, looks just like it did before. Just need to make the bed."
"I think we'll leave that task for Ron to take care of."
"Works for me. Oh, and Dylan called this morning, and with some good news for once. They arrested Ralph Becker early this morning for abusing T.J.'s foster-sister, Olivia. Looks like he'll be joining the Mueller's in hell."
"That's great. T.J. will be happy when he hears she's safe from that monster. I wonder how Nancy and George are dealing with it."
"I don't know, Dylan didn't say. They may not know he's been picked up just yet."
"Well, I hope they get Olivia set up with a good counselor to help her deal with her feelings. She's gonna need some help, for sure."
"If they call, maybe we could recommend Paul. He seems to know what he's doing."
"Good idea. So, what're you fixing for lunch?"
"How does a couple of pizzas from Schwan's sound? We have those personal-sized, sausage pan pizzas in the freezer. Add some pepperoni and extra cheese and they're not too bad."
"That sounds good to me. Make it so." I sat on one of the stools at the counter while he got busy with doctoring a couple of pizzas and popping them in the oven. "Hey, an idea popped in my mind while I was typing, and I want to bounce it off you, see what you think."
"Hope whatever popped didn't hurt," he chuckled. "Bounce away."
"I know we've wanted to keep the boys out of the stories about my abuse because it really isn't fair to drag them into it. But, since the paper got their information from somebody and it's now out in the wild, I'm thinking we may want to include them in my interview Monday afternoon. Now that it's pretty well known in the local area that I'm done hiding in a closet, getting married, and we're in the process of adopting the boys, why not let them tell their stories?"
"Why the hell would you want them to do that after all we've done to protect them from exposure?"
"Like I said, the paper's already let those cats out of the bag. I think having the boys tell their stories will help draw attention to the problem gay kids have in being adopted, or even fostered, and we could maybe help solve part of the problem. At least in this part of the state."
"I don't know Max. That seems pretty extreme."
"Well, think about it, will you? I think it would make a big difference, but if you don't agree, we won't do it."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
The rest of our lunch was fairly quiet as Tom gave my idea serious consideration. When we were done eating, I cleaned up our dishes and dropped them in the dishwasher since Tom had fixed the meal. As I was about to return to my writing, the drive sensor announced a new visitor, so I turned towards the front door instead. A bright red, late-model Corvette pulled up into the circle drive and a strikingly beautiful woman extricated herself from the driver's seat. I might be a gay man, but I can still recognize and admire nature's finest handiwork in all people. She stopped at the passenger door and retrieved a travel bag before turning for the front door. As she stepped up onto the porch, I opened the front door to let her in.
"Good afternoon, you must be Brent's mom, Monica. Come in."
"Thank you, are you Max?" she asked in a delightfully cheery voice.
"I am. My fianc�, Tom, is sitting over by the fireplace." Tom raised his head from his book and gave Monica a jaunty little wave of greeting. "Here, let me take that," I offered, extending my hand to accept Brent's overnight baggage. "Would you like some coffee or tea?"
"Thank you, tea sounds nice. I'd like to visit for a bit and get to know the men who will be responsible for my son the next couple days."
"Help yourself to a chair in the living room and I'll be there in a moment." I turned to Tom and asked, "You want anything to drink while I'm at it?"
"Nah, I'm good."
I made my way to the kitchen while Monica perched herself on the loveseat. Leaving Brent's bag on the kitchen counter, I filled Monica's drink request, along with a glass for myself, and headed to join her and Tom. For the next thirty minutes, Tom and I sparred with the lovely Monica, answering a myriad of questions about who we are, where we came from and where we're going. When she finally wound down, we felt as if we'd been interrogated by a master.
"Well, I think you'll take good care of my son on your trip," Monica finally said.
"Thanks," I replied, "we'll do our best."
"I have only one more question I'd like to ask. Brent told me about something that happened during your sons' birthday party and I want to make sure he's not feeding me a line of shit." Oh, fuck, here we go. Was it time for me to start searching for countries that don't have extradition agreements with the US? "Is it true that a good part of the pool party ended up with all the boys skinny-dipping?"
"Well, yeah, that's what happened. But, it wasn't supposed to," I answered defensively while Tom and I turned bright red in embarrassment.
"Oh, don't have cow, you two. They're boys, what the hell did you think was gonna happen?"
"It sure wasn't that," Tom replied. "We made sure Joey and Alex knew the rules, but once a few of the boys accidentally lost their suits while being flipped around, we kinda lost control of the situation."
"Tom, if I know my Brent at all, and I'm pretty sure I do, he probably helped orchestrate the whole thing. It's damn near impossible for me to keep him even minimally clothed at home. Most of the time, he lounges around the house in nothing more than his little league jock strap. And while I may allow that and be used to it, I thought, maybe, he'd show a bit more restraint outside the house. Perhaps my expectations were a bit too high."
Feeling like I'd dodged a major bullet, I responded with a chuckle and, "Well, since we're being so honest about things, Monica," I started, "you should probably know we're a nudist household. We tend to not be dressed when we're at home. So, while we were surprised at the developments during the party, it wasn't anything all that unusual. And Tom and I and our lifeguards did not join the boys in their free-for-all."
"Well, that's a shame. If you can't be comfortable in your own home, then what's the point? If my husband wasn't such an uptight prick, I have no doubt Brent would be nude at home all the time. The boy just doesn't like to wear clothes."
"We have the same problem here, Monica," Tom laughed. "Our boys would probably go to school in their birthday suits if they could get by with it."
"Well, I want you to know that I'm not a prude and if Brent chooses to be nude when he's with you and your boys, I'm fine with that. I'm fine if you are, also. If that's what you're used to doing, then don't feel you need to remain clothed when Brent's around. And since it seems like Alex and Brent are going to be seeing a lot of each other in the future, I wouldn't want his presence to cramp your lifestyle."
"Thanks, Monica, we appreciate your trust," I replied, breathing a sigh of relief that the conversation seemed to be coming to a close.
"Besides, it's my understanding that Brent owes Max a little favor and it would be rather difficult for him to follow through on his promise if you were clothed." I had picked a bad moment to wet my whistle and nearly choked myself as the tea went down the wrong way. At least it didn't spray out of my nose this time. After my paroxysms abated, Monica continued. "Sorry if I scared you, Max. But, Brent and I talk about everything, and I do mean everything. I've been very open with him about sex and sexuality, in all its myriad of possibilities. It's never too early to discuss the subjects with your children. He's already told me that he is most likely gay, and he wants to explore those feelings more deeply. He's also told me that while he really likes Alex, he's also expressed an interest in interacting and engaging with older men. So, if his exploration includes the two of you, then that's Brent's decision to make."
"Wait, you're okay with that?" I asked, incredulous at her suggestion. "I find that hard to believe."
"Look, Max, Tom, after the grilling I just gave you two, I feel very comfortable knowing that if something sexual happens between my son and you, it will be because Brent initiated it, not you. I want Brent to make his own decisions about his growth and development, but I also want him to do so safely. I don't think he could be any safer than he would be with you two. It's my impression that you would never force someone to do anything against their will. Or have I read you wrong?"
Still amazed we were actually having this discussion, I answered, "No, you're not wrong. After what I went through, I'd never do that to anyone."
"Ah, yes, the story that's been in the paper the last several days. I've been following it with considerable interest, especially with how it may relate to Brent. I'm so sorry you had to go through that ordeal, but that is exactly the type of thing I'm hoping to prevent happening to my son. Unfortunately, with Ben being so inhibited and unable to help his son learn about his true self, I feel I must turn to outside sources to help our son. If you and Tom, along with Alex, are willing to help guide Brent in a positive direction, then I'm more than willing to allow it to occur."
"That's a very different attitude than what the rest of the world holds, Monica," I commented with relief.
"And lucky for you I have that attitude, don't you think? Otherwise, you'd be sitting in the same jail with your abusers right now for fellating my son. So, my proposal to you is this; I'll keep your secret if you help my son discover all the joys of life. Safely."
"We appreciate your discretion and honesty, Monica," Tom replied. "You can be assured we won't abuse your trust in any way."
"I didn't think you would, or I'd never have suggested the arrangement. Besides, if I can help Brent satisfy his sexual curiosity about what it's like to be with a man without him molesting my husband or being hurt by someone we don't know, I'll be happy and so will Brent." Monica glanced at her watch and added, "Well, would you look at the time? I really must be going. Thank you both for your time this afternoon. It's certainly been a pleasure to get to know you better. I do hope I haven't shocked you in any way. However, as unorthodox as my thoughts may be, I'm just looking out for the safety and well-being of my son."
"I promise you, Monica, if anything happens between us and Brent, it will only be at Brent's request."
As Monica stood to take her leave, she added, "Not if Max, when, because I guarantee you Brent has not forgotten his promise to you. I hope you all have fun on your trip."
"Thank you, we hope we will, too," I replied as I stood and followed her to the front door. I watched as she stepped off the porch, made her way down the sidewalk and climbed into her car, offering a little goodbye wave over the top of the gleaming machine just before closing the car's door. After closing the front door, I turned and numbly walked back to the living room to rejoin Tom.
"A penny for your thoughts, babe," Tom offered.
"If I'm not suffering from a stroke or some other serious brain affliction, did I just hear her give us permission to, uh, teach Brent the finer points of gay sex?"
"Funny you should ask, `cause I was just gonna ask you the same question. But, yeah, that's what I heard."
"Holy crap, I thought so. Pinch me."
"What!?"
"Pinch me, dammit, I wanna make sure I'm not dreaming." Tom reached across the gap between our chairs and did exactly as I requested. "OW!" I squealed before adding, "Nope, not dreamin'. And here I was, believing our lives couldn't get much more interesting than they already are. Guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"
"Just how interesting can it get?" Tom asked.
"Uh, don't ask questions you don't know the answers to, Tom. The answers may not be the ones you expect," I laughed.
"Ain't that the truth."
"Hey, I'm gonna toss Brent's bag in the car. Can you think of anything else we need to take with us?"
"Not really. I'm assuming we'll be eating out or going shopping for food after we get there. And if we do go shopping, then anything we've forgotten, we'll just pick it up."
"Sounds good to me. Well, since all we need before we can leave is nine boys, I'm going to go do some more work on the book. That okay with you?"
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll probably call Carol in little bit to let her know I'm ready to start doing the agency's background checks on Monday."
"Be nice to have you back work, hon."
"You know it." Tom returned to his book while I turned and made my way to the study to continue my work on the new book.
I'd been watching the clock for ten minutes, waiting for the damn bell to ring so we could start our weekend. When it finally sounded, Joey, Logan and I grabbed our bookbags, moved across our classroom to pluck our coats off the rack by the door, then headed out into the crowded hallway. We turned left to head for the doors that would take us to the bus, but we waited inside until the other three had joined us. "Hey, guys, you ready for the weekend?" I asked when everyone was assembled.
"Yeah," they all yelled to be heard above the din of the other students walking out to their own busses.
"Well, we better get on the damn bus before it leaves without us, then," Joey said.
"Yeah, let's go guys."
As I turned for the door, a voice from behind us yelled, "Alex, wait up!"
I turned back around to find Brent weaving his way through the crowd of kids towards the six of us.
"What the hell does Brent want?" T.J. asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Joey, hang on, dude!" came at us from the other hallway leading to the doors where we waited.
The six of us turned as one to find Josh and Eric pushing their way through the insane crowd.
"Now Josh and Eric?" I asked as confusion took over.
The other three finally reached our group and Joey asked, "What are you guys doing here?"
"We don't know," Josh replied as he leaned in and shared a quick kiss with Joey.
"Yeah, Dad just told us this morning we were to find you guys and ride the bus to your house this afternoon," Eric added.
I looked to Brent and he answered, "Same here, dude. Mom left a message at the office telling me to do the same and Ms. Miller brought it to me. So, here I am. Anybody got a clue what's goin' on?" Brent asked before leaning to give me a kiss.
"Nope, our dads didn't say nothin'," I answered. "But if you're riding with us, we better get movin'."
All nine of us turned and pelted out the door like scalded apes, making a mad dash for our bus at the head of the line. As we climbed on to take our seat, Carl looked at us and said to Eric, Josh and Brent, "You guys don't ride this bus. Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?"
Eric, being the oldest, took over. "We don't normally ride any bus, Mr. Weathers. But our parents told us we're to go with Joey, Alex and their brothers today."
"That's fine by me. Find somewhere to sit so we can get moving."
The nine of us moved towards the back of the bus and finally found four benches together that would hold all nine of us. Taking our seats, our conversation for the next twenty-five minutes consisted of us trying to figure out what plans our parents had concocted for us for the weekend.
I stepped out of the study at three-thirty and located Tom still reading in the living room.
"We should get moving. The boys will be here in about ten minutes. I'd like to meet them when the bus drops them off so we're not wasting any more time than we need to."
"I'm ready when you are. We just need our coats and shoes."
"Let me get you some Dramamine and something else to settle your nerves. I'll be right back." I returned to our bathroom, retrieved a few pills for the scaredy-cat, then stopped in the study to retrieve a copy of the first Jake Franklin book for Tom to start reading. As I moved back through the house, I was turning out lights and making sure everything was secured. I finally met Tom at the door to the garage where he'd been waiting and holding onto my coat and shoes. After slipping into both, we stepped out into the garage.
"Which car do you want?"
"The Shelby, of course. It should be a quieter ride to the airport since I'll have only three boys with me."
"Yeah, I figured as much. And I bet you're gonna want Eric, Josh and Brent to ride with you."
"Sure, sounds okay to me," Tom answered with an evil grin.
"C'mon, smartass, let's go. Once we hit the road, just follow me, okay?"
"But of course, master," he answered with a laugh.
We drove to the end of the drive and waited patiently for the bus to arrive. When I finally saw it coming up the road a few minutes later, I got out of the Flex and waved for Tom to join me. We were standing side-by-side in front of the Flex when Carl opened the doors and the bus disgorged nine wilder-than-normal boys. They ran over to the two of us as Carl pulled away with a quick wave. After some quick hugs from the herd, Alex was the first to say something.
"Hey, dads, what's goin' on?"
"Yeah, and why are Eric, Josh and Brent here?" Joey added
"Well, I thought we'd take your friends to supper tonight. Is that okay?"
"Yeah! Where we goin'?" T.J. asked.
"That's a surprise, guys. Why don't we get in the cars and hit the road?"
"Uh, it's awful early for supper, Mr. Sanders," Eric offered.
"Well, we have to do a little bit of travelin' to get where we're gonna eat, so load `em up. Eric, Josh, Brent, in the Shelby with Tom. The rest of you with me." I turned to get back into the Flex and was followed by our confused six while Tom and the other equally confused three fell into the Shelby. With everyone buckled up and ready to roll, I pulled out of the driveway to begin our weekend away.
"So, really, Dad, where we goin'?" Alex begged.
"I'm not ruining the surprise, silly, so stop asking," I retorted.
"Hey, Dad," came a voice from the back row.
"Yes, Mike."
"What's with all these bags in the back?"
"That's just some junk we need to drop off on our way to supper. Why don't you guys watch a movie for a while?" I asked in a weak effort to divert their attention. Fortunately, they went for it and all six were soon engrossed in The Spiderwick Chronicles. When we reached Veteran's Parkway, I turned left to head to the airport and the boys, who were still watching the movie, didn't seem to notice.
It wasn't until we were two-thirds of the way to Walnut Street that Alex poked his head up and asked, "Where the heck we goin' to eat, the middle of nowhere?"
"Just a little bit further, son," I answered. However, Alex's question had piqued the interest of the other five and I was now fielding questions from all six.
"Ohmigod, how did I miss this?" T.J. finally squealed while clapping his hands in excitement and bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Sh-h-h," I hissed. "Keep it inside, T.J., please." I'd been afraid one of the three would divine the answer to their multitude of questions before we got to the airport and was nicely surprised that only one had seemed to do so. So far, anyway. Perhaps there was enough other confusion and crazy thoughts flyin' through the air that Alex and Joey couldn't focus on my mind at the moment.
After turning left onto Walnut Street, I drove past the main entrance of the airport and continued on to the next one, as that's where my plane is hangared. Finally turning into the airport itself, Joey asked, "What are we doin' at the airport, Dad? There's no place to eat here."
"Yeah, I know, but this is where we're dropping off all those bags in the back." I pulled up to the gate blocking access to the private hangars, inserted my key card into the electronic sentinel and waited for the gate to rise. As soon as it started to move, I did, also, to insure Tom would be able to drive in right behind me. With both of us inside the gate, I led the way to the parking spots reserved for pilots who stored their planes here. After shutting off the car, I waited until Tom was parked next to me before getting out and telling the boys to hop out also.
When all eleven of us were gathered at the back of the Flex, I opened the tailgate and handed a bag to each person. "Okay guys, this is where we drop off the bags. Everybody follow me." I knew the boys were confused beyond belief to be at the airport, but I was having some serious fun with this surprise. I led the way to the FBO's* entry and held the door open as I let everyone precede me inside. Once I joined the crowd, I asked, "Why don't you guys wait for me by those doors right over there?", pointing in the direction I needed them to go. "I need to talk to the guy at the counter over here for just a moment before we can take the bags where they need to go." Tom led them over to the spot I'd selected while I turned for the counter. As I neared the counter, I held a finger to my lips asking Jeff to be quiet.
Upon reaching the counter, Jeff whispered, "Evening, Mr. Sanders."
"Hey, Jeff how ya', doin'? Everything ready outside?"
"You bet. Here's the flight plan we filed for you. We had to change your destination to Chicago Executive airport since Miegs Field is closed and has been for a while. I'd forgotten about that when you called, or I would have said something to you then. Check it over and make sure everything's correct, please."
I gave the plan a quick glance and nodded my head to let him know everything was perfect. "Wow, shows how long it's been since I've flown to Chicago, doesn't it? It woulda really sucked to try and land in Lake Michigan. Thanks for your help, Jeff. I guess we'll be on our way."
"We've also arranged for tie-down at Executive and a limo to pick you up when you get there. Be careful, Mr. Sanders and have a safe flight. We'll see you Sunday afternoon." I shook Jeff's hand and turned to join my group.
As I got closer, I said, "Okay, we need to go out here and put these bags on an airplane. Everybody follow me and stay close together. There may be equipment moving around out here and we need to be careful we don't get in their way." I led the way outside and after spotting where my plane was parked, I steered the parade in that direction. When we reached the plane, I continued around to the left side to a small hatch just below the jet engine. I pulled a key from my pocket and opened the door to the baggage compartment. "Okay, everybody put their bag inside here and push it as far forward as you can. Bigger guys go first so you push it in further." I went first to demonstrate what I meant, and was followed by Tom, then Eric and on down the line to Andy.
When the final bag was stowed and the compartment relocked, I stepped back and added, "Since we're here and I know the guy who owns this plane, would you like to see the inside?" With a resounding chorus of agreement, I led the way back around the tip of the wing to the cabin door. Again, using the key from my pocket, I unlocked and opened the cabin door. Next, I unfolded the steps, then quickly stepped up into the cockpit and flipped on the battery switch so I could turn on the interior lights. "Okay, come on in and make yourself comfortable. Tom and I are going to walk around the exterior for a few minutes."
As the boys clambered inside, I corralled Tom and began my pre-flight inspection, pointing out things to Tom as I did so. Even though I knew the FBO employees has already done this when they pulled the plane out of the hangar, I always do my own inspection. You can never be too safe at 35,000 feet. With our walk-around completed, the wheels chocks pulled and my mind settled, we climbed inside the plane and I pulled up the steps, allowing them to refold into their normal position for our flight.
As we stood just inside the door, I gave a little whistle to get the boys' attention. When they had quieted back down, I asked, "Okay, you all ready to go to supper?" With another chorus of agreement, they started to stand up and head for the door. "Wait!" I yelled. "Where y'all goin'?"
"You said we were going to supper," Joey complained as puzzled expressions filled all their faces. All of them, of course, except for T.J., who was sporting the biggest ear-to-ear shit-eatin' grin I've ever seen.
"Oh, right, I did. Well, I guess if y'all wanna eat supper with the Pops and me, you better plant your butts in a seat and buckle up `cause ... we're eating in Chicago tonight."
Eighteen eyes lit up like camera flashes as the boys suddenly realized what was happening.
Before anybody complains about the sudden change of airports from what was written in chapter 62, I have a little confession to make. As I was wrapping up this chapter and thinking forward to what happens next, I suddenly realized I needed to make sure Max's plane would be able to land and take off again at Miegs Field. Miegs was a small airport that was built in lake Michigan, next to the Adler Planetarium. If you would like to see some information about the airport, follow this link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meigs_Field.
So, I jumped on the internet for some quick research to make sure that the runway at Miegs was long enough to accommodate the Citation CJ4 Max owns and, much to my chagrin, discovered that it was abruptly closed in 2003 when then Chicago Mayor Richard Daley had the runway bulldozed. Since this story is taking place in the year 2025, I couldn't very well have Max attempt to land at an airport that's been gone for 22 years. Knowing the two major airports in Chicago, O'Hare and Midway, were unlikely to accept private jets, I did a quick search and I found the most likely airport Max would use would be Chicago Executive. So, instead of going back to chapter 62 and trying to make the correction in the past (story-wise, anyway), I made the correction here. This near mistake just proves the old adage, `It pays to plan ahead'. I'm adding to that, `whether in real life or in fiction, and especially when flying'. 😊
*For those of you with inquiring minds, the abbreviation FBO as used in this story is an acronym for `Fixed Base Operator' or `Fixed Base Operations'. FBOs are located at a majority of the airports across the country and they provide such things as fuel, tiedowns or hangar space and mechanical services for general aviation and private pilots. If you'd like more information on the subject, here's another link to a Wikipedia article on the subject: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fixed-base_operator. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family Chapter 65</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc501125378"><span>Chapter
65 � Friends Helping Friends</span></a></h2>
<p><span>"Then
turn around, silly boy."</span></p>
<p><span>Logan
slowly turned around to find his surprise and, at first, spotted only the
aforementioned totem pole. When his gaze finally landed on Charlie, he
screamed, "DAD!!!", and he ran back across the living room, jumped into his
father's lap and smothered him with hugs and kisses.</span></p>
<p><span>As
all of us watched the reunion with smiles on our faces, Logan suddenly pulled
away from his hug and punched Charlie in the face, screaming, "You bastard!
How does it feel, huh!?" Tom stood to get in the middle of the two, but
Charlie held a hand up, signaling Tom to stay put. Logan continued to hit his
dad's shoulders, chest and gut, and, to his credit, Charlie just sat there and
accepted the abuse. When Logan's rage had finally dissipated, he sagged back
into Charlie's lap and started crying. Charlie finally wrapped his arms around
his son and pulled him in even closer while the boy sobbed.</span></p>
<p><span>When
Logan quieted, and his body had quit heaving with every breath, Charlie lifted his
son's head, looked into Logan's eyes and said, "I deserved that, and oh, so
much more. I'm sorry I haven't been a very good father to you the past couple
years and I hope that someday you'll find a way to forgive me. I love you with
all my heart and I promise that I'll never hurt you again."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
better not, `cause if you do, I'll round up my new brothers and we'll kick your
ass," Logan retorted. His serious, but humorous, response to his dad broke the
tension that had permeated the room as Logan pummeled his dad, and everyone
enjoyed a little laugh. </span></p>
<p><span>Charlie
finally took a moment to rub his rosy cheek and massage away the pain. "That
was a pretty good shot, young man. You're really growing up."</span></p>
<p><span>"'Bout
time you noticed, Dad. So, when can I move back home?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can't answer that son, you'll have to talk to Judge Corgan about it."</span></p>
<p><span>Logan
turned to David and bluntly asked, "So, when?"</span></p>
<p><span>David
smiled at Logan and answered, "Not until you and your dad have been to the
counselor together several times and the counselor says it's okay."</span></p>
<p><span>Logan
turned back to Charlie and said, "When's your first appointment?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Tomorrow
afternoon. We'll just have to take things one day at a time until we can be
together again. You okay with that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, Dad, whatever it takes. I just wanna come back home."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you do, Logan, and I want you home, too. It's awful lonely rattling around
that big, old farmhouse all by myself. You been doin' okay here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it's great livin' here. Max and Tom have been great, and I got five brothers I
never had before. They got a pool, a theater and I'm sleepin' with Joey and
Alex. But, as nice as it is, it ain't home."</span></p>
<p><span>David
stood and said, "Well, I think it's time I head for home. Margie should be
home soon and there'll be hell to pay if I miss our supper."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
and I stood and followed David to the front door. As he pulled his jacket on,
I said, "I'm glad you came out this afternoon, David. It was nice to get to
know you better."</span></p>
<p><span>"Likewise,
Max. I truly enjoyed our lunch and visit, and I look forward to doing it
again. And, again, thanks for everything you've done to help preserve my family's
history."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was happy to do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry
I wasn't able to be around more today," Tom apologized. "But I couldn't just
ignore T.J.'s request."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
you worry about it, Tom. Family always comes first. And if I didn't know
better, I'd say you're about have another addition to that family."</span></p>
<p><span>"Lord,
I hope not," Tom chuckled. "We've already got a full house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
forget to keep an eye on those two," David whispered while pointing to Charlie
and Logan in the living room. "I'd hate to see the old Charlie show up, `cause
then I <i>would</i> have to lock him up and throw away the key."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry, David, I got this," Tom replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
good luck be with you this evening when you take Rich home. I have this
horrible feeling you're going to need it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope you're wrong about that, but I'll be ready for anything."</span></p>
<p><span>"Remember
to let us know when you want to bring your dad out," I said as I opened the
front door.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
certainly do that." At that moment, we were surrounded by six wild boys, all
clamoring to say goodbye to David and smother him with hugs. When each one had
said their goodbye, Charlie stepped in to shake David's hand and, again, thank
him for his help. Last, but not least, was Rich.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was nice to meet you, Rich," David said as the two shook hands. "I hope
nothing but the best for you in the future."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was a pleasure to meet you also, sir. Now that it seems like I really have a
future, Mr. Corgan, I'm going to make the best of it."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
the proper attitude, young man. If there's anything I can do to help you, let
me know."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, thanks." With the final goodbye completed, David turned and headed
across the porch and through the late afternoon sun to his car.</span></p>
<p><span>After
closing the door, I turned to Tom and commented, "Well, that was a fun
afternoon. And it's not over yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
not by a longshot. Would you mind checking in on Bill while I rejoin Charlie
and Logan. I want to make sure neither one goes off on the other again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
don't you ask Charlie if he'd like to stay for supper. I'd like for you and
T.J. to eat before you take Rich home since we don't know how long your mission
will last."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, babe. And ask T.J. if he thinks he'll be able to sense things from the
car, would you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do, right after I check on Bill." We headed across the entry and when I turned
down the hall towards Tom's office, Tom continued on into the living room and
took a seat close to the father and son enjoying their little reunion. After
finding Bill was moving along with getting Tom's computers set up, I headed
back across the house to the kitchen to figure out something easy to fix for
supper. Passing by the living room, I noticed all the boys had also joined in
the reunion. I stopped behind the loveseat that was occupied by Alex, Joey,
and T.J. and said, "Why don't you guys come help me with supper and let Logan
have some time with his dad." The fantastic five lived up to their name as
they and Rich hopped up and followed me into the kitchen.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
do you guys think of mac and cheese for supper?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good to us, Dad," T.J. answered. </span></p>
<p><span>I
pulled out the big pot, filled it with hot water and got it on the stove.
While I got everything else ready to go, I said, "T.J., I need to ask you a
question. Is your ability to pick up other people's thoughts limited by
distance or anything?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, Dad. With Joey and Alex, I can hear them through walls pretty
easily, but the rest of you, not so much. It's probably easier with them
`cause they can do the same thing I can. With anybody else, I pretty much need
to be in the same room. Why you askin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Tom and I are worried about you going along when Tom takes Rich home."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
be okay, Rich'll make sure of that, won't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Dang
right, I will. I won't let anything happen to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we'll see," I muttered as I returned to my supper preparations.</span></p>
<p><span>I
sat quietly on the loveseat, trying to mind my own business with my nose stuck
in a book, but still half listening to the conversation between Charlie and
Logan. Logan was still sitting in his dad's lap and Charlie was still holding
him tightly. It was easy to see how much the two loved and needed each other
and I was hopeful they'd be able to work out their issues. I was glad the two
of them were having a seemingly serious discussion about the past few years and
where they expected to be in the next few.</span></p>
<p><span>After
about ten minutes of trying to look like I wasn't eavesdropping, Bill popped
his head around the corner of the hallway and called to me. "Pssst, Tom, you
got a minute?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
Bill." I followed Bill back to my new office and took in my new computer
system. From the tower on the floor next to the desk, to the dual twenty-seven
inch flat-screen monitors on the desk, to the wireless keyboard, mouse and
headset, I was blown away. "Uh, don't you think this is bit overkill."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
just what Max ordered for you. He said to give you the best, so I did. You'll
find the dual monitors come in handy. You can have your e-mail open all the
time on one screen and then your browser and other programs on the other
screen. I've got you connected to the network and the internet through that.
The Surface is all setup and the sync is configured so when you drop it in the
cradle, it'll sync any new files on the tablet to the tower. Same with your
e-mail. Both the tablet and tower are connected to the same account, so
they'll always be in sync. You can set up Outlook on your phone, too, so all
three will be in sync."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow,
sounds you like got me dialed in on everything."</span></p>
<p><span>"There's
one more thing I want to show you," Bill said. "Max didn't ask for this, but
knowing you're starting a new business and us small business guys gotta help
each other out, I created this for you." Bill leaned over the desk, grabbed
the mouse and opened the web browser. The page that popped up was `TD
Investigations' and my picture was at the top left corner of the page. "I
don't know if you have a real name for your business yet, but we can change it
very quickly to whatever you want. Every business needs a presence on the web
these days or you'll never get anywhere. When you have more time, I'll sit
down with you and customize the site to whatever you want."</span></p>
<p><span>"Service
above and beyond the call, Bill. Thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I know Max has his own site for himself and his books, I figured you'd want the
same for you. You let me know when you have time and we'll get together to
complete it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excellent,
I'll look forward to it. How much do I owe you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nothing,
Max has already paid for it. You ever have problems or questions, just call or
e-mail me. Also, let me know when your other guy's desk is here, and I'll
bring his equipment out.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
thanks for the quick service, Bill. I can see why Max sticks with you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
doin' my job, Tom. Well, I guess I'll get out of here. I'll see you again
soon."</span></p>
<p><span>I
followed Bill back to the front door and let him out before stopping in the
kitchen to see how supper was progressing.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
Bill all done?" I asked as Tom came into the kitchen.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
all set up and ready to go. Thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for what?"</span></p>
<p><span>"For
payin' for all that. I was gonna take care of it, ya' know? I'm a rich man,
now," he chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know, and I'm going to let you do just that. Consider it a short-term,
no-interest loan. Once you start gettin' richer, though, I want my money
back," I laughed. "By the way, your timing is perfect. We're two minutes away
from being ready to serve. Boys, hop to it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Logan,
time to set the table! Get your skinny ass in here, dude," Joey yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Is
Charlie joining us?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"He
said he would," Tom answered with a nod.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ten
places, boys," I called out.</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
I do anything to help?" Rich asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
you could hand me the bowls from up there so I don't have to drag the stool out
of the pantry," T.J. replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, buddy." Rich retrieved the bowls for T.J., then followed him into the
dining room to help place them around the table. Mike and Andy were taking
care of napkins and silverware for everyone while Joey, Alex and Logan were
fixing and delivering drinks. </span></p>
<p><span>Charlie
had joined us after using the bathroom and asked, "Is it always like this at
meal time?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Pretty
much, Charlie," Tom answered. "We take care of the food and the boys take care
of the table. When we're done, the boys clean up the table and load the
dishwasher while Max and I clean up the rest."</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks
like you have it all figured out."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
do okay most days," I laughed. "You good with mac and cheese, Charlie?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
it's one of Logan's favorites."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
soup's ready folks, everyone to the table." I followed the leaders and went
around the table filling everyone's bowls. After filling my bowl last, I set
the pot in the middle of the table and took my seat.</span></p>
<p><span>As
we quietly enjoyed our simple meal, Rich asked, "Uh, Mr. Wright, how we gonna
do this when we get to my house? The folks ain't too happy I left school early
and wasn't at home this afternoon. And who knows how they'll be after I say
what I need to say?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not exactly sure, Rich. I think we'll just have to play it by ear once we get
there. My biggest concern is the gun that's in the house. I want to make sure
that's secured before we start."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can take care of that for ya'. When we get there, while you tell my parents
why you're there, I'll go into their bedroom, get the gun out of the safe and
bring it to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that would work. I just want to make sure your mom and dad don't have access
to it. That could be a recipe for disaster."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
worry, I'll take care of it," Rich responded.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
afraid of a gun, Mr. Wright," Charlie scornfully asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Charlie,
anybody who isn't a little bit afraid of a gun in the hands of someone he
doesn't know is a fool."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
guns don't kill people, do they, so only an idiot should be afraid of a gun."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
let me put it another way. Being an ex-cop and around guns daily for the last
five years, it's true, I'm not afraid of the gun itself. But I <i>am</i> scared
shitless of the idiot holding the gun and what he or she can do with it. And I've
seen more than my fair share of those idiots and nothin' good ever happened
with any of them. Besides, after you've been shot once, it tends to skew your
viewpoint a little. It's an experience I'd like to have only once in my life."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
you've been shot, have you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir, and I was very lucky to have survived it," Tom answered while
absentmindedly stroking the side of his head. "So, you'll just have to forgive
me if I'm being overly cautious. But it's my life on the line and not yours."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wasn't criticizing your approach, just curious about why the extra concern. I
understand your worries, now. I do hope you'll be careful."</span></p>
<p><span>"Always,
Charlie." Tom looked back to me and asked, "Now, what about T.J. going with
us?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
asked him and he doesn't think he'll be able to help you from the car. He said
unless it's Alex or Joey, he pretty much has to be in the same room."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you don't like that idea, but I think it's important for him to be there with
us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately,
so do I. Just promise me you'll be extra careful."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
will, babe, don't worry."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry," Charlie interrupted, "I'm confused about what kind of help a kid his
age could possibly give you."</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked at T.J. to see if he was gonna answer the implied question and was surprised
when he did so with his usual bluntness.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
can pick up other people's thoughts, Mr. Campbell," T.J. replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Bull-hockey!
Nobody can do that," Charlie protested.</span></p>
<p><span>"He
sure can," Rich attested. "He did it with me, that's why I'm here right now and
not at home, dead."</span></p>
<p><span>"Trust
me, Dad, he can," Logan offered. "He's even better at it than Alex and Joey." </span></p>
<p><span>"Prove
it," Charlie demanded. "What am I thinking right now?"</span></p>
<p><span>After
just a few second's delay, T.J. said, "You're thinking we're all crazy to believe
such nonsense. You're also thinking that you can't get out of here fast enough
if we all believe in such utter foolishness."</span></p>
<p><span>"Holy
carp, kid! How'd you do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>To
prove his point, T.J. added, "And you really wanted to say crap just then, but
changed it to carp at the last moment, hoping you wouldn't offend anyone."</span></p>
<p><span>Rattled
to the core, Charlie stammered, "Okay, Okay, I believe you. You can get the
hell out of my head, now." Charlie then looked back to Tom and me and added,
"Yeah, I could see how he could help you. But I still don't get why you're
involved."</span></p>
<p><span>"Rich,
you want to handle that one?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
not really. I mean, it's not really any of his business, is it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
you're right, it isn't," Charlie replied. "Sorry for stickin' my nose where it
don't belong."</span></p>
<p><span>The
rest of our meal was fairly quiet, and I could see poor Rich getting more and
more nervous as the time to go home drew closer and closer. When the pot and everyone's
bowls were empty, the boys got to work collecting everyone's dishes and silver,
then rinsing them in the sink before dropping them in the dishwasher. By the
time the rest of the mess was cleaned up, it was ten to six and time for Tom,
Rich and T.J. to get ready to roll. Tom headed to our bedroom first and returned
with his shoulder holster strapped into position and his gun secured in its
place. I noticed he also had an extra clip hanging from it.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
expectin' some serious trouble there, bubba?" I asked nervously.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
really, but I want to be prepared just in case."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
do you carry?" Charlie asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"A
Sig P229," Tom replied. "It's reliable, lightweight and accurate. Most of the
younger guys in the department carried the same so we could share clips if
needed."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope you won't need to use it tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
and me both, Charlie. Thanks." Tom turned to Max and added, "Look, we've got
to go. I'll call you when T.J. and I are headed back home."</span></p>
<p><span>I
hugged my teddy bear and whispered, "You be careful and watch out for our son."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, love you, babe."</span></p>
<p><span>"Love
you too." I released Tom, knelt and snagged T.J. "You listen to Pops and do
whatever he says."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, Dad. And don't worry, I got a good feeling `bout this."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope you're right, young man. I'm hope you know how proud I am of you for
jumping into the breech and helping Rich. Love you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know," he replied with a blush. "I love you, too."</span></p>
<p><span>I
stood and turned to Rich. "Rich, it was nice to meet you."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
was great to meet you, also, Mr. Sanders," Rich replied while shaking my hand.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
so you know, if you ever have any problems or need help, we're here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
man, `ppreciate it. I hope you were serious about that movie thing and not
just bullshittin' me. It'll be a good thing to have something to look forward
to."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet I am. Now, get out of here and be safe." Tom led Rich and T.J. down the
hall to the garage and disappeared. I was having a hard time controlling my
feelings as the door closed, but I had to trust in Tom to do the right thing.</span></p>
<p><span>When
I finally turned from the hallway to join Charlie and the boys in the living
room, Charlie said, "Well, I guess I should be heading for home, also, but
before I do, I'd like to talk to you, Mr. Sanders. Would you boys give us a
few minutes, please?"</span></p>
<p><span>Logan
stood and answered, "Sure thing, dad. C'mon guys, let's go watch some TV."
The others stood and as they started towards the theater, Logan stopped by his
dad, gave him another hug and whispered, "Don't say or do nothin' stupid, Dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
be good, son, I promise," Charlie whispered back with a wry smile. After the
boys had disappeared into the theater, Charlie sat next to me with nervous concern
flooding his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Before
you get started, Charlie, please call me Max. `Mr. Sanders' is my dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Max. Though, after behaving the way I did, I'm not sure I deserve that
privilege."</span></p>
<p><span>"Water
under the bridge. Now, what's on your mind?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
need to apologize for being such a flaming asshole when I brought Logan over
for your sons' birthday party."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
appreciate that, Charlie."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
see, I guess I was reactin' to a situation that my tiny and inexperienced mind
couldn't quite grasp. I've never given much thought about what it's like to be
like you and Tom. I've never known any other gay people and my dad had always
said folks like you were perverts and child rapists, and you shouldn't be
trusted. And since I didn't know any different, I allowed his influence over
me to cloud my own judgement. After talking with Logan while you were fixing
supper for everyone, and seeing how you interact with each other and your sons,
I discovered that you and Tom really aren't any different than my wife and I
were. Logan told me how much you two love and support each other. He also told
me how much you love and care for your sons."</span></p>
<p><span>"He's
right about that, you know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know. At least, now I do. After being here the last couple hours and seeing
how you are with each other and the boys, I finally get it. My old man was a
small-minded bigot and I allowed him to do my thinking for me instead of doin'
it for myself. It's too bad he's not still around so I could tell him how
wrong he was."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry to hear that, Charlie. It must be hard losing a parent."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
be. He was a raving lunatic, obviously. I guess I should be glad he hasn't
been here to poison Logan with the same kind of thinking, like he did to me. But,
Logan also told me something else that proved to me how wrong I've been all
these years." Fearing what Logan might have shared with his dad, I nervously
waited for him to continue. "Logan told me how you and your family live, bein'
naked most of the time. Not that that would be a big deal to him since he
usually don't have nothin' on at home." </span></p>
<p><span>Oh
crap, why did he have to go there? "Now, wait just a minute ..." I started to
object.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hold
on a minute, Max. Let me finish. He also told me how, in the time he's been
here, and despite the fact y'all don't wear clothes, he hasn't seen you or Tom do
anything that anyone could possibly consider to be wrong or inappropriate to
him or your sons. And him telling me that is what's convinced me that my dad
and I have been wrong about you and other people like you. I can't honestly say
I understand why you or Tom prefer to be with another man, but I don't need to,
either, `cause it ain't my life, is it? And after learning something new from
my son today, I've reached a point where I can accept it and not question your
motives in adopting any kids. In fact, I think you and Tom will be great
parents to any child you adopt."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I suppose I should be glad of that revelation. It's a shame it took the horrendous
abuse of your son to figure it all out."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
I'll pay for that for the rest of my life. I don't know if Logan will ever
trust me again."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sure he will, Charlie. It won't be quick or easy, but it will happen. Despite
the problems you two have had the past couple of years, he still loves you and
wants to be with you. He's said many times the past few weeks how much he
wants to be back at home. And while we all like Logan a lot, we'd like to see
him at home, also. That's where he belongs, at home, with you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I can't thank you enough for opening your heart and home to him, and letting
him stay with you while I get my head on straight. While I wasn't thrilled at
the idea of him being here for any period of time, it's nice to find out my
fears were completely unjustified. I hope, in time, we might all become
friends."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'd
like that, too. Logan is welcome to stay as long he needs. And once he's
allowed to move back home, you both will be welcome here anytime."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Max. And please pass my thanks on to Tom, also. Now, before I get out of
here, is there any chance of seeing Logan sometime over the weekend?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I'm afraid not. We're not going to be home. I've made plans to take the boys
and some of their friends up to Chicago for the weekend. Logan, of course, is
included in that. Maybe we could work out something for you to come over
Monday evening."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that sucks for me, but it sure sounds like fun for the boys. Logan's always
wanted to see the city, but with the farm, I never have time to take trips like
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
happy to have him go with us. I think we'll all enjoy a few days away from
home. I've barely left the house since the boys moved in, so I know I'm
looking forward to it. Just do me a favor and don't say anything to the boys.
It's a surprise for them."</span></p>
<p><span>"My
lips are sealed. Well, I better get outta here. I got things to deal with at home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me get Logan out here so he can say goodbye." I picked up the phone and dialed
the extension in the theater. When Alex finally answered, I told him to send
Logan out to say goodbye to his dad. Logan charged out of theater, across the
dining room and jumped in his dad's lap again.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
leavin' already, Dad?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
got to deal with some things at home. I'll see you Monday night."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
wait until then, why not tomorrow night?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I don't know how long my counseling will run and I'll have to do some work at
home after. If I have time, I'll call and see if it's okay to come over,"
Charlie answered with a sly wink to me.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay.
I miss you, Daddy."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
miss you, too, son. You'll be back home soon."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope so." After giving Charlie a hug and a kiss on the cheek and receiving the
same back from his dad, Logan slowly slid off his dad's lap and then helped him
stand up.</span></p>
<p><span>Charlie
stepped over to me while I got up and we shook hands. As we did, he said,
"Again, thanks for your help, Max. You're a good man who truly cares about other
people. The world would certainly be a better place if it had more people like
you and Tom in it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Charlie. I'm glad we can help you two out. You're welcome to visit Logan
at any time. Hope to see you again soon."</span></p>
<p><span>Logan
walked his dad to the front door and, after another hug and kiss goodbye, stood
at the doorway as Charlie walked to his car and drove away. When Logan finally
closed the door, he turned and walked to my chair, then climbed in my lap and
started crying. I wrapped the whimpering boy in a hug and let him cry. "Hang
in there, buddy, just a little longer and you'll be back together."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know," Logan sobbed. "I just miss him so much." When he finally calmed back
down, he lifted his head and asked, "You don't think I'm a big baby for cryin',
do ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, young man. I'd be surprised if you didn't. You <i>are</i> human,
after all." </span></p>
<p><span>At
that, Joey stuck his head around the corner of the dining room and asked, "Is
he gone yet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He
just left, Joey, why?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
we <i>finally</i> get comfortable, then?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
chuckled as I'd just realized this was probably the longest the boys have been
dressed while at home. "Yes, go ahead." </span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
god," he said with exasperation. He then stepped around the corner to reveal
he was already nude, yelled into the theater, "C'mon guys, let's put our
clothes in our rooms!" The fantastic five strolled across the house, carrying
bundles of dirty clothes and collecting Logan on their way through the living
room. </span></p>
<p><span>They
traipsed back through to return to their show and Alex stopped to ask, "C'mon,
Dad, why don't you join us? You'll just drive yourself crazy thinkin' `bout
Pops and T.J. if you're out here all alone."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
okay. Let me get undressed and I'll be there in a minute. I made my way to my
bedroom, got comfortable in my own skin, again, visited the bathroom, then
joined the boys and the show they were watching on Animal Planet.</span></p>
<p><span>Following
the directions provided by Rich, ten minutes after leaving home, the three of
us pulled up in front of a newer, large, modern-looking house about halfway to
Springfield. We arrived a little later than I had originally intended, but
Rich was finally home and ready to face his parents. I was really hoping that
T.J.'s good feeling was on the money.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
house, Rich," I commented as we walked to the front door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
the old man likes it. Your house I nicer though. And I'd much rather live
there than here. At least you guys actually care about the kids who live with
you, and even kids who don't."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
write your parents off just yet."</span></p>
<p><span>We'd
reached the door and Rich used his key to unlock it and let us inside. "Mom,
Dad, where are ya'!?" he yelled to the dark house.</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
in the kitchen!" a deep bass voice answered. "You better get your sorry ass in
here and explain yourself!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Follow
me," Rich said while rolling his eyes in exasperation. He led us through the
house, turning on lights as he did. When we entered the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs.
weaver were sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of each of
them. Both their faces were contorted into masks of barely-restrained anger.
"Mom, Dad, this is Mr. Wright and one of his sons, T.J. I know you're pissed
off and want to talk, but I really need to hit the john before we do. I'll be
right back." Rich turned and disappeared before his parents could lodge a
protest, leaving T.J. and me alone with his parents.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
the man I talked to on the phone, aren't you," Eileen hissed. "Who the fuck <i>are</i>
you and what the hell do you think you're doin' takin' my kid out of school and
to your home?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
evening, Mr. & Mrs. Weaver," I replied calmly. "Like Rich said, I'm Tom
Wright and this is my son T.J.," I greeted, laying a hand on T.J.'s shoulder as
he gave the two a little wave and a smile. "I go by Tom and I hope you don't
mind, but I'm not going to be saying Mr. and Mrs. Weaver all night, so I'm
gonna stick with Eileen and Stan. I'd also ask that you mind your manners and
words in front of my son."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
gotta a lotta nerve comin' in here and askin' for anything, mister," Stan
replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
I know that, but if you give us just a few minutes of your precious time, T.J.
and I will be on our way. By the way, I would appreciate a cup of coffee,
also. And I'm sure T.J. wouldn't mind something to drink as well." T.J. gave
an emphatic nod in the positive and when neither Weaver reacted to my request,
I walked across the kitchen and started opening cabinets in search of a mug for
my own use.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
do you think you're doing?" Eileen screeched.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
since neither one of you seemed inclined to fulfill my request, I'm helping
myself," I answered as I continued to rummage through the cabinets. "Aha,
there they are," I added after finally finding a mug to use. I poured myself a
cup and then opened the refrigerator to find something for T.J. to drink.
"Hey, buddy, this looks like a Coke house, is that okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's fine, Pops. Thanks for the drink, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver." With my coffee
and T.J.'s Coke in hand, we took seats on the opposite side of the table from Stan
and Eileen.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
nice to meet you both," I said cheerfully as I extended a hand in friendship.
A hand that was rejected by both adults. "Well, I guess you're both wondering
exactly what we're doing here. As soon as Rich returns, we'll clear up your
confusion." Thirty seconds later, Rich came back from his errand, wide grin spreading
across his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Here
ya' go, Mr. Wright," he said as he handed me his father's gun, a Glock 19, and
Stan's eyes went wide in surprise.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Rich." I smoothly ejected the clip and racked the slide, ejecting the chambered
shell to ensure the gun was empty. Once I knew the gun couldn't be used, I
placed the clip and loose bullet from the breech in my left-hand jacket pocket
and the empty gun in my right-hand pocket. "Now, why don't you tell your mom
and dad where you've been since you left school and why. I know they're
anxious to find out what's going on."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
the hell did he just give you my gun?" Stan yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
a safety precaution, Stan. Carry on, Rich."</span></p>
<p><span>"Right.
Mom, Dad, I need to tell you two somethin' you probably ain't gonna like."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think we both know what you're about to say, Rich," Eileen responded with venom
dripping from her every word.</span></p>
<p><span>"Part
of it, yeah, you probably do. But part of it you don't, either, so just
listen, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
would you just get on with it?" Stan protested. "You've never finished a
coherent thought in your life."</span></p>
<p><span>"Jesus,
Dad! For the first time in my life, would you please just shut the fuck up and
let <i>me</i> talk?" Stan's jaw dropped as he sat in stunned silence at Rich's
outburst. "Thank you, that's perfect. Why do you always have to make life so
difficult? Never mind, don't answer that. Look, here's the scoop. The school
started a new group for kids like me to talk to other kids when we have a
problem. T.J., here, is one of the leaders of that group, along with his twin
brothers." T.J., again, gave the Weavers a jaunty little wave along with his
most heart-melting smile. "I talked to T.J. the first time yesterday and I
scared him with something, so today, he brought his dad with him to talk to me
some more." Eileen lifted her hand to interrupt, but Rich continued as if he
hadn't see it.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
group these guys run is for kids who think they're gay and need help dealing
with it." Both Stan and Eileen were giving Rich their undivided attention.
"So, I'm gay, that's the part you probably know about already. Especially
after dad barged in my room last night and caught me, uh, red-handed, as it
was." I had to quickly suppress the tight smile that had formed on my face at
Rich's pun. "The part you don't know is the other reason the group got
started. It's not just to help kids who are or think they might be gay. It's
really for kids who are thinkin' about killin' themselves because of it."
Eileen's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise and Stan hung his
head low. "<i>That's</i> what scared T.J., and why he had his dad come talk to
me.</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
been hiding who I am for way too long and I couldn't take it anymore. I had a
plan to kill myself all figured out and after what happened last night, I was
gonna do it this afternoon when I got home from school. I figured what better
time, right? You two would still be at work and the little princess of the
house was goin' to a friend's house. I've already written my goodbye note.
I'd just lay it on the bed next to me before I blew my brains out. That way
you wouldn't have any questions about why I'd done it. Then, my new friend
T.J. introduced me to his dad." And there he goes again with that sweet wave
and smile. "Mr. Wright convinced me suicide wasn't the answer to my problems
and talked me into goin' to his house with him so I wouldn't be home alone
today. If it weren't for him and T.J., you wouldn't have a son right now. So,
that's where I was this afternoon and why." Rich bowed his head in preparation
for the shitstorm he felt was sure to come.</span></p>
<p><span>Eileen
covered her face with her hands and began to sob. Stan, on the other hand,
reached a hand out to his son and took Rich's hand in his own. After several
quiet moments, Stan finally spoke up.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
glad you listened to T.J. and Tom, son. Our lives would have been shattered if
you hadn't."</span></p>
<p><span>"Your
life?" Rich asked incredulously, lifting his head back up to face his dad.
"What about <i>my</i> life? It would have been over, damn it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry, Rich, I wasn't thinking straight and didn't say that quite right. I'm
not exactly sure how to say what I really want to say except for this; I'm glad
you're still here. I don't know what we'd have done if you didn't have such
good friends you could rely on."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
that's the whole point, Dad. I didn't have <i>anyone</i> I could talk to. I
sure as hell couldn't talk to you two. If the school hadn't handed out these
little pamphlets to everyone this week, I wouldn't have even known about the
group T.J. and his brothers started."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
did you think you couldn't talk to us about what you were dealing with."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, right. After listening to all your sick jokes about fags, queers and
perverts forever, what makes you think I'd want to come tell you I'm gay. And
Mom's not any better, either. Besides, you'd never let me finish a sentence
without shutting me down. That's what you always do whenever I try to have to
serious talk with you about anything. Jesus Christ, Mom, would you please stop
with the fake sobs? This is about me, not you."</span></p>
<p><span>Eileen
removed her hands from in front of her face and it was plain as day that she
hadn't been crying at all. "Well, you insolent little shit, you! How dare you
talk to me like that!? I'm supposed to be happy you didn't fuckin' kill
yourself? I wish you would have. What makes you think I want to have a
cocksucker for a son?"</span></p>
<p><span>Stan
spun in his seat and looked at Eileen as if he were seeing her for the time in
his life. "Eileen! What're you sayin?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sayin' I wished he'd really done it. God, what a waste of human protoplasm.
What will the people in my office think when they find out my son's a faggot?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Who
cares what they think!" Rich screamed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Calm
down, Rich, I'll take care of this," Stan replied calmly. He then turned to his
wife and said, "Eileen, we need to talk, right now." You could sense the rage
coursing through Stan as he grabbed his wife's arm and pulled the protesting
woman from the kitchen.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
god, this is just what I'd figured would happen," Rich moaned, dropping his
head and hiding his face behind his hands.</span></p>
<p><span>T.J.
stood up and stepped next to his older friend, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder.
"Rich, dude, look at me," T.J. pleaded. When Rich lifted his head back up,
T.J. continued. "It gonna be okay. Your dad's with you, man. He's pretty
cool, I think, and he supports you. Your mom, not so much, but your dad's
taking care of that problem right now. You'll see."</span></p>
<p><span>We
sat quietly for a while, waiting for Rich's parents to return. After a few
minutes, we heard the rumble of a garage door opening, followed by the squeal
of spinning tires and rocks flying as a car sped down the drive and hooked a
wicked left turn onto the road before zooming away. We quizzically looked to
each other until Stan returned to the kitchen.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
the hell's goin on, Dad?" Rich asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's
just say `Elvira has left the building'," Stan answered calmly as he sat down
next to Rich.</span></p>
<p><span>"Jesus,
Dad, I never meant for Mom to leave."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you didn't, son, but it's been a long time comin'. I've been so tired of
her nitpicky attitude the last couple years, I've thought about leaving her. But
I didn't want to leave you and Carrie alone with her. Looks like I don't have
to worry about that any longer. None of us could <i>ever</i> do anything to
please her, could we?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
no, I guess not. She was always on our backs `bout somethin'. But what'd did
you just say to her that made her leave?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
told her if she couldn't love and accept you for who you are, then she should
just get the hell out. And stay out. You bein' gay may be the straw that
broke the camel's back, but there were thousand other straws already there. And,
trust me, son, this isn't your fault. There would've been somethin' else in
the next couple of weeks that would have had the same effect, so don't worry
about it. We'll be just fine."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
what happens now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We
pick up the pieces and move on."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
what about Carrie? What's she gonna do?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, son. I guess we'll give her the choice of who she wants to live
with, us or your mom. We'll let her decide her own fate. She is fourteen,
after all, and that makes her old enough to make her own decision on who she'd
rather live with."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell,
I didn't want it happen like this," Rich cried as he crossed his arms on the
table in front of him and laid his head down on them.</span></p>
<p><span>Stan
slid closer and draped an arm over Rich's shoulders. "Listen, son, everything's
gonna be fine. Yeah, it'll be a little rough for a while as we all adjust to this
new reality, but we'll get through it and have nothin' but better days ahead of
us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excuse
me a second, Stan," I interrupted. "Rich was scared to tell you he's gay, to
the point of planning his own death, because he was convinced you hated him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now
where did you ever get that idea, son? I love you and always have. Besides,
you think I didn't already know?"</span></p>
<p><span>"WHAT!?
You knew? How come you wouldn't talk to me about it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Because
of your mother. I knew how she'd react to the news, so every time you tried to
bring it up, I steered the conversation in another direction. I guess, maybe,
I was also a bit uncomfortable talking about it myself. It looks like I'll
need to get past that."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
long have you known?" Rich begged.</span></p>
<p><span>"Since
we had our little sex chat when you were thirteen or so."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
what made you so sure you knew?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
your mom and Carrie had gone shopping and to a movie so we could have our talk,
remember? And you were wearing those flimsy white shorts you loved to wear all
the time. You'd worn the damn things so much, they were practically
see-through. When I was trying to explain the anatomical differences between men
and women, you had no reaction during the female side of the conversation. But
when it was time to talk about the male's anatomy, you were totally engrossed,
and I couldn't help but notice little Richie was standing at attention the
entire time."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
he's gay", T.J. giggled which caused the rest of us to laugh out loud. In
addition to being the first laugh of the evening, Rich blushed mightily.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
geez," Rich moaned. "I can't believe you saw me with a hardon and didn't say nothin'
about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Boy,
you were in the middle of puberty and hardons pop up without any warning. It
wasn't a big deal. Well, really, it <i>was</i> a pretty big deal, considering
your age, but I figured I shouldn't embarrass you any more than you already
were. And there have been other things over the years that reinforced what I
intuited that day."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't even wanna know, Dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Like
comin' into our bathroom to `get some toilet paper' or some other lame excuse.
The funny thing was, though, you only did that when I was in there to take my
shower. I always figured you just wanted to see me naked, so every now and
then, I'd oblige you and step out of the shower to grab my towel. Your eyes
always bugged out when I would do that."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
can stop any time now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
there was the time I caught you and Jimmy ..."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really,
Dad, just shut up, would you?"</span></p>
<p><span>After
a quick laugh at his son's embarrassment, Stan added, "Look, it's all good,
Rich. And now that your mom's taken a hike, you can talk to me any time you
want about anything you want. Sound good to you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
have no idea. We'll just have to be careful about Carrie bein' around."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
sweat. I figure she'll want to live your mom, anyway. She hates my guts, ya'
know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
Stan, there's one more thing you need to know Rich has been doing," I
interjected.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
that?" he asked looking back to me.</span></p>
<p><span>"He
told T.J. he's been going to some bar in Springfield, trying to find some
random guy to, uh, help him figure things out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Rich,
you can't be doin' stupid shit like that. That's a good way to get yourself
killed," Stan reacted.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's what Mr. Wright said. I'm sorry, Dad, I want to do some things so
badly, but I don't know who I can ask and not freak `em out. God knows I can't
ask any of my friends."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I could see that bein' a problem. Tell you what, when we have some time alone,
why don't you tell me about what you'd like to try, and we'll see what we can
come up with, okay? I'm not saying I'll be your partner or anything like that,
but we'll figure something out."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
sure about that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, I am. I want you to be able to explore your sexuality, but I also want
you to be safe about it, okay? No more stupid bars, got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I got it, Dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Any
other big `news' you wanna drop on your old man today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
actually, yeah. I got a job lined up for when I get out of school."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really?"
Stan asked, surprise evident in his voice.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
you remember those books Mom used to read? Those `Jake Franklin' ones?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
there were three or four of `em, if I remember correctly. What about them says
you have job?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I met the dude who wrote them this afternoon, Max Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
thought you were at Tom's house."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was, but it's Mr. Sanders' house, too. He and Mr. Wright are getting married
and T.J. is one the boys they're adopting."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
you're tellin' me that your mom's favorite writer is gay? Oh, man that's a
hoot," Stan laughed. "She'd have a freakin' hemorrhage if she knew."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wouldn't
she? But here's the best part, Dad. He wants <i>me</i> to play Jake Franklin
in the movies. Isn't that outta this world?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
god, my son, the movie star! You're shittin' me, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
would never shit <i>you</i> dad, you're my favorite turd."</span></p>
<p><span>"There's
that smart-mouth little brat I've been missing all these years. I shoulda
kicked your mom to the curb a long time ago."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
look," I interrupted, "I think you two are doin' okay. Maybe T.J. and I should
get on outta here `cause I have the feeling there's a lot you two have to say
to each other."</span></p>
<p><span>Stan
stood, walked around the table and pulled me into a smothering bearhug. "I
can't thank you and T.J. enough for being there when my son needed help he
couldn't get at home. If there's anything I can do to repay your generosity,
you just let me know."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
glad we could help, Stan. Rich is a good kid who temporarily lost his way. I
think he's on the correct path again and he's gonna be just fine."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
I do, too. I do have one favor I'd like to ask from you."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
I can do it, I'll be happy to."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
want you to get that gun out of this house and hold on to it for a while.
Until I know Rich is safe, I don't want it around."</span></p>
<p><span>"Consider
it done, Stan. When you feel the time is right, just let me know, and I'll
return it to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Tom." </span></p>
<p><span>While
the two of us were talking, Rich had lifted T.J. up onto his chair and they
were staring at each other. "Thanks for talking with me and caring enough to
get your dad involved, T.J.," Rich started. "You were there for me when I needed
someone, and I'll never forget that. For such a little shrimp, you got awful
big balls, dude," he added with a big smile.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Rich, you do, too. Standing up for yourself to your mom and dad, like you did
tonight, tells me you got some pretty big balls, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Love
you, little dude. You ever need anything, find me." The two enveloped each
other in a hug and when they started to let each other go, Rich leaned in and
kissed T.J. on the nose. When Rich backed up again, T.J. leaned in and planted
a sloppy wet kiss on Rich's lips, surprising the older boy.</span></p>
<p><span>Rich
then turned to me and pulled me into another hug. After separating, he said, "Thanks
for everything, Mr. Wright. You've not only given me my life back, but
something to live for, too. If I need to talk to someone again and Dad's not
available, can I call you?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
pulled one of my old deputy cards out of my wallet, wrote my new numbers on the
back and handed it to Rich. "24/7, Rich." </span></p>
<p><span>I
watched as Rich slipped the card into his wallet and muttered, "Thanks," with a
tear slipping down his cheek.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
T.J., let's get out of the way and let these two talk."</span></p>
<p><span>"Lead
the way, Pops." Rich and Stan followed us to the front door where we all
shared a four-way hug before we headed on out into the chilly March evening for
our trip home. As we climbed in the car, T.J. gave a last little wave to Rich
who was still standing on the front porch. As I headed down the driveway, T.J.
sighed wistfully and commented, "Well, I don't know about you, Pops, but I'm
wiped. But, I think we did okay, though."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
wouldn't have happened without you, son. <i>You</i> did great, T.J., and I'm
just following along in the shadow of the giant." As I made the turn onto the
road to head for home, I punched the button on the steering wheel to call home
and let Max know we were in good shape and on the way. When I disconnected the
call, I could hear the first light snore emanate from our brave young son in
the seat next to me. Yeah, he was most definitely wiped out.</span></p>
<p><span>After
parking in the garage, I got out of the car and quietly closed my door.
Walking around to the passenger side, I opened T.J.'s door and unbuckled his
seatbelt. I picked up my sleeping passenger, gently cradling him in my arms,
bumped the car door closed with my hip and made my way to the door that led to
the inside of the house.</span></p>
<p><span>After
getting the boys in bed, I'd settled in by the fireplace to wait for Tom and
T.J. to get back home. Even though Tom had called a few minutes ago to say all
was good and they were on the way, I was still anxious as hell. When I finally
felt the rumble of the garage door opening, I bolted down the hallway to meet
my boys at the door. Impatient as ever, I pulled open the door to the garage
to find Tom carrying T.J. in his arms.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
god, tell me he's okay," I whispered.</span></p>
<p><span>"He's
fine, babe. He just fell asleep on the way home," Tom whispered back. After getting
them in the house, I quietly closed the door and followed along to help put
T.J. to bed. When we got to his room, Tom continued to hold our boy as I
carefully removed his shoes and socks. Tom finally laid him on the bed and
while he worked to peel off T.J.'s shirt, I went to work on his sweatpants.
Pulling his pants off revealed he wasn't wearing underwear, but that wasn't
really a surprise. With T.J. ready to curl up with his brothers, Tom
whispered, "I'm gonna try to wake him just enough to go to the bathroom. He
had a coke at Rich's and if he doesn't go now, he'll be up in an hour."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
carried the limp lad into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a
grin on his face. I'd already pulled back the covers and he placed the
sleeping boy down close to Mike. T.J. instinctively rolled onto his side and
curled up behind Mike as I pulled the cover over him. We quietly left the
room, turning off the light and closing the door as we did so. After settling
in by the fireplace, I finally let go the huge sigh of relief I'd been storing
since they'd left to take Rich home.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
was that mischievous grin you had carrying T.J. back from the bathroom?" I
asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
that," Tom chuckled. "I'd set him on the stool to pee, but he wouldn't wake up
enough to let go. So, I dipped his hand in a cup of warm water. And, voil�, it
worked like a charm, just as it always did on all those scout camping trips. Fifteen
seconds after his fingers hit the water, the flow started. Little bugger never
even woke up. Not even after I peeled his foreskin back and made sure he was
clean."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was wondering. So, how'd your mission go tonight? Did Rich's parents take his
news okay?" I asked, desperate for information.</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.
was half right with his good feeling. Stan pretty much took it in stride, all
except for Rich's plan to kill himself. <i>That</i> really upset him." I
pulled Stan's gun, clip and spare bullet from my jacket pockets and laid them
on the table. "He begged me to take the gun until he knows that Rich isn't
thinking of committing suicide any more. His battle-axe of a mother, on the
other hand, was something else entirely."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
so?"</span></p>
<p><span>"The
bitch flat out said she didn't want a cocksucker for a son and wished he'd
actually done it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
shit, that's not good."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
it isn't, but Stan took care of the problem when he kicked her out of the
house."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
kidding me! I didn't see that comin'."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
neither did I, but Stan said it had been brewing for quite a while."</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
Rich and his dad are okay, then?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
thanks to T.J. I shudder to think what might have happened if the boys hadn't
started their support group when they did. I'm as proud of our son as I can
be."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
me too. I think he deserves something special this weekend, don't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
that depends on what you mean by <i>special</i>. We're gonna have a full
house, remember."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
not that, goofus, I was thinkin' more like a special meal, or somethin' like
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
got an idea for ya'. Why don't you let him help you fly the plane?" Tom asked
sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
that's a good idea. You sure you can handle sittin' in the cabin with the boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Piece
o' cake, babe. Somebody's gotta keep `em from poppin' the door open at 35,000
feet," Tom laughed. "Might as well be me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
you sound like you might be getting over your fear of flying."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ha!
No chance of that. I'm petrified, but you <i>did</i> promise me some really
good drugs," he cracked with a grin.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
did, didn't I? I'll make sure to grab some out of the medicine cabinet before
we leave the house tomorrow." We sat in silence for a moment before I added, "Okay,
I can't take any more fun today, I'm going to bed, hon. I'm tired and need a
good night's sleep before I try to fly tomorrow. God, I hope I remember how,"
I added with an evil chuckle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey!
That ain't funny, dammit!" Tom countered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it kinda is," I replied as I stood up. "You comin' with me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"In
a little bit, babe. I'm gonna read for a bit and wind down before I try to
sleep."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
gonna have to read <i>my</i> books someday instead of this drivel from some
no-name crackpot. I mean, Stephen King? Who the hell is this dude, anyway?" I
asked with a laugh.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will, I promise. Hey, maybe I'll take one of yours for the flight tomorrow."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a good idea. It might help take your mind off flying."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
that's possible, but I thought it might just as easily put me to sleep, too,"
he laughed as he dodged the hand about to smack the back of his head.</span></p>
<p><span>"Remind
me, again, why I asked you to marry me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Must
be my witty personality and charming looks," he cooed as I sat in his lap.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah,
that couldn't be it," I replied, shaking my head. "I've seen gargoyles that
are better on both counts."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if you figure out, let me know, will ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
I got it. It's because you complete me. And I don't mean you're just my other
half, but that you're my <i>better</i> half, in every way," I added before
leaning in to kiss my teddy bear.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you, too, babe," he answered when we broke for air. "I'll be there soon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Make
sure those guns are locked up in the safe before you join me."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will. Now scoot, will ya? I wanna read."</span></p>
<p><span>I
stood up giving Tom a pitiful pout, but after a light smack on my bare ass, I smiled
again and headed for our room and a shower. The shower was short and sweet
since I didn't want to wake myself up and, after drying off, I climbed into bed
and curled up. I don't know when Tom came to bed, but he was there when the
alarm went off at six to remind us is was time to get moving. After a quick
bathroom stop, I headed across the house to get the boys moving in the right
direction. I could tell they were finally getting into the rhythm of things
when all six woke up on the first attempt. Even T.J. was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
despite his later than normal bedtime.</span></p>
<p><span>After
a quick breakfast of cereal and toast, Tom drove the boys out to wait for the
bus. When he came back in the house, he found me rifling through the boys'
dressers and closets, packing their bags for our trip. Between the two of us,
we quickly had bags for each of the six boys that lived here. Now we just
needed Rick and Monica to drop off the bags for their boys and they'd all be
ready to go. I carried the bags we had out to the garage and packed them into
the Flex so we wouldn't have to think about them later, then met Tom in our
room to pack our own bags. We made short work of that chore and as we headed
to the garage to add our bags to the load already in the car, the drive sensor
announced a guest arriving.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
grabbed my bag from my hand and continued on to the garage while I stopped at
the front door. When the car rounded the corner of the drive, I yelled, "Tom!
Hang on a sec, two more bags coming in." He dropped our two by the door to the
garage and came back to join me at the front door. After the car stopped and
the driver had climbed out, I opened the door and called out, "Morning, Rick.
How ya' doin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
Max, Tom. How's everything goin' over here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
rolling along," Tom answered as Rick stepped inside and I closed the door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
here's Eric and Josh's bags for the weekend," Rick said as he handed the bags
to us. "I told the boys to ride the bus home with yours this afternoon. When
they asked me why, I told `em they'd find out soon enough, so they don't have a
clue they're goin' to Chicago for a couple of days."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
Rick," I replied. "We're trying to keep it a surprise until we get to the
airport."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I figured if they didn't know what's goin' on, they couldn't spill the beans,
so there ya' go. You sure you're up to this, man? It's not too late to back
out, ya' know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
we're goin'. I need to get the hell outta Dodge for a few days."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't blame you there. I've read the article in the paper the last three days.
That's a hell of a story, let me tell you. And today's final piece was the
icing on the cake. I'm surprised the TV news isn't here right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"They
were here yesterday," Tom replied. "What're you talkin' bout, Rick?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
haven't read today's part yet?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
we haven't," I answered before turning to Tom and adding, "Go check my e-mail
and print it out. I want to see what Hank did." Tom didn't hesitate as he
turned and headed for the study.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'd love to hang out for a while, but work beckons. Listen, you guys have fun
and be careful."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
will, Rick, on both counts. Thanks for droppin' off the boys' things. Do you
want us to bring Eric and Josh home Sunday night or do you want to pick `em up
here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
don't you give me a call when you're on the way home from the airport? I'll
swing by on my way home from work to pick `em up. You'll probably need your
rest by the time you get here."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
doubt about that," I laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nine
boys and two adults. You're a crazy mug, Max. See you guys Sunday night."</span></p>
<p><span>"See
ya' later, Rick. And you be careful this weekend, too." With a quick salute,
Rick turned and headed back down the sidewalk to his car. As I closed the
door, Tom returned with today's article from the paper and he was shaking his
head as he read and walked. "What?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
you ain't gonna like this shit," he answered as he handed the pages to me.</span></p>
<p><span>I
read through the article becoming more surprised and upset with each passing
paragraph. By the time I reached the end, I was ready to rip someone's head
off.</span></p>
<p><span>"That
son-of-a-bitch. How the fuck did he get the boys' names and where they all
came from?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, Max. They obviously had a lot more information than they told us
about."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
gonna sue that motherfucker."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
Tom scoffed. "Good luck with that."</span></p>
<p><span>"What?
I know we told him and Peggy we're getting married and adopting, but I don't
ever remember giving them the boys' names or saying anything about their lives
before they moved in here. How the hell did they pull off that trick? That
information isn't available to the public and I <i>know</i> Carol would never
have given anything to a reporter."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
not Carol, then who? Hell, we haven't even told our own families everything about
the boys' beginnings."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
almost has to be someone who works with Carol. They're the only people who
know besides us."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
suppose it's possible the paper has a source in her office like Barry was in
the department."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wonder if she knows about the article. I'm calling her. She needs to know
they might have a problem." I sat in the living room and dialed her number. </span></p>
<p><span>She
answered the call and said with stress evident in her voice, "I'm sorry, Max, I
don't have a lot of time right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"You've
seen the paper, I take it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Anna
dropped it on my desk right after I walked in the door. She's absolutely
livid."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
how do you think we're doing right now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Much
worse, I'm sure. I don't know what I can say except we're sorry and we're
trying to figure out who had access to the boys' files and could have given their
information to the paper."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope when you find him, you string him up by the balls."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,
most of our people are women, so that wouldn't work too well," she chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I suppose it wouldn't. What'll happen to them?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoever
it is, first, they'll be fired and second, arrested. Our privacy rules are
quite stringent and anyone who defies them pays the price."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
what do we do now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"There's
nothing you can do, Max. The damage is already done. All we can do is try to keep
it from happening again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you're full of good news today, aren't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
really, no. Again, we're really sorry."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
okay, Carol, I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I know it wasn't you who did
this. Please, keep me updated on what you find out, will you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of
course, Max. Try to have a good day."</span></p>
<p><span>"Unlikely,
but we'll try." After ending the call, I sat in my chair and stewed for a few
before shaking it off and deciding to move on. "Okay, good thing we'll be out
of town for a few days. What's next?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Vinnie should be showing up shortly, remember? He's gonna move the furniture
for Ron back from the storage building."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
good. It'll be nice to not have to worry about that anymore." The ringing of
the phone interrupted us and Tom answered it.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hello,
is this Max Sanders?" the caller inquired.</span></p>
<p><span>"No.
May I tell him who's calling, please," Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"This
is Yvonne Shields from the Channel 20 news."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
Ms. Shields, he's not going to talk to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
why?" she whined. "We really want to air his story."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
you should have called before you just showed up on our front step at six in
the morning yesterday. Had you extended that small bit of common courtesy, he
might have been willing to sit down with you. As it is, you blew it and it's
not going to happen, now or ever. Goodbye." Tom ended the call with an evil
grin cutting across his face. "That was fun. I've always wanted to tell the
news to go fuck themselves."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
happy you finally got your wish." DING! "That's probably Vinnie. Can you
deal with him?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing. What do you want brought back to the house?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever
they took out from the first bedroom. And I want it set up so the only thing
left to do is make the bed."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
got it, babe. What're you gonna be doing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I'm going to do some work on the new book. If I don't get started on it,
I'll never finish it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
yeah, that's the way it usually works," Tom laughed. "I thought you knew
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
shut up and take care of Vinnie, smartass."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir!" he replied with a snappy salute. "Your command is my wish."</span></p>
<p><span>I
stepped over and wrapped Tom in a hug. "Sorry for being such a bitch. That
fuckin' paper really pissed me off. I shoulda known better than to trust the
likes of them."</span></p>
<p><span>"S'okay,
babe. I just hope you're in a better mood before we takeoff later."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will be, I promise." With that, I turned and headed for my study so I could
get to work. I spent a couple of hours in front of the computer and by the
time I decided to take a break, I had written the first two chapters of the
book covering my early childhood. I was just reaching the point where I was starting
to realize I was different from the other boys I knew, so about seven or eight
years old. I know most people don't come to the realization of their sexual
preference that early, but I know of at least three others who fit the
description, especially since they now lived here. I saved my document and
headed for the fridge to get something cold to drink.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
saw me go into the kitchen and joined me. "I was wondering when you were gonna
take a break. You make any progress"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
not bad, I guess. This book's gonna be a lot easier to write than the <i>Jake
Franklin</i> one's. Well, up to a point that is. It won't get difficult until
I start writing about the Muellers. When that time comes, I think it's gonna
be a lot harder."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
should think so, babe."</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
every time I tell my story, it gets easier. Talking to Jason yesterday was a
lot easier to do than telling you the first night all this crap came flooding
back. I still hate having to deal with all this shit, but I don't have much
choice, do I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
do it for you if I could."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, but I wouldn't wish that torture on anyone, Tom. By the way, how'd it go
with Vinnie? Is Ron's room all ready to go?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
looks just like it did before. Just need to make the bed."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think we'll leave that task for Ron to take care of."</span></p>
<p><span>"Works
for me. Oh, and Dylan called this morning, and with some good news for once.
They arrested Ralph Becker early this morning for abusing T.J.'s foster-sister,
Olivia. Looks like he'll be joining the Mueller's in hell."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
great. T.J. will be happy when he hears she's safe from that monster. I
wonder how Nancy and George are dealing with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know, Dylan didn't say. They may not know he's been picked up just yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I hope they get Olivia set up with a good counselor to help her deal with her
feelings. She's gonna need some help, for sure."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
they call, maybe we could recommend Paul. He seems to know what he's doing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
idea. So, what're you fixing for lunch?"</span></p>
<p><span>"How
does a couple of pizzas from Schwan's sound? We have those personal-sized, sausage
pan pizzas in the freezer. Add some pepperoni and extra cheese and they're not
too bad."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds good to me. Make it so." I sat on one of the stools at the counter
while he got busy with doctoring a couple of pizzas and popping them in the
oven. "Hey, an idea popped in my mind while I was typing, and I want to bounce
it off you, see what you think."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hope
whatever popped didn't hurt," he chuckled. "Bounce away."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know we've wanted to keep the boys out of the stories about my abuse because it
really isn't fair to drag them into it. But, since the paper got their
information from somebody and it's now out in the wild, I'm thinking we may
want to include them in my interview Monday afternoon. Now that it's pretty
well known in the local area that I'm done hiding in a closet, getting married,
and we're in the process of adopting the boys, why not let them tell their
stories?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
the hell would you want them to do that after all we've done to protect them
from exposure?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Like
I said, the paper's already let those cats out of the bag. I think having the
boys tell their stories will help draw attention to the problem gay kids have
in being adopted, or even fostered, and we could maybe help solve part of the
problem. At least in this part of the state."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know Max. That seems pretty extreme."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
think about it, will you? I think it would make a big difference, but if you
don't agree, we won't do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
I'll think about it."</span></p>
<p><span>The
rest of our lunch was fairly quiet as Tom gave my idea serious consideration.
When we were done eating, I cleaned up our dishes and dropped them in the dishwasher
since Tom had fixed the meal. As I was about to return to my writing, the
drive sensor announced a new visitor, so I turned towards the front door
instead. A bright red, late-model Corvette pulled up into the circle drive and
a strikingly beautiful woman extricated herself from the driver's seat. I
might be a gay man, but I can still recognize and admire nature's finest handiwork
in all people. She stopped at the passenger door and retrieved a travel bag
before turning for the front door. As she stepped up onto the porch, I opened
the front door to let her in.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
afternoon, you must be Brent's mom, Monica. Come in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, are you Max?" she asked in a delightfully cheery voice.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
am. My fianc�, Tom, is sitting over by the fireplace." Tom raised his head
from his book and gave Monica a jaunty little wave of greeting. "Here, let me
take that," I offered, extending my hand to accept Brent's overnight baggage.
"Would you like some coffee or tea?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, tea sounds nice. I'd like to visit for a bit and get to know the men who
will be responsible for my son the next couple days."</span></p>
<p><span>"Help
yourself to a chair in the living room and I'll be there in a moment." I
turned to Tom and asked, "You want anything to drink while I'm at it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah,
I'm good."</span></p>
<p><span>I
made my way to the kitchen while Monica perched herself on the loveseat.
Leaving Brent's bag on the kitchen counter, I filled Monica's drink request,
along with a glass for myself, and headed to join her and Tom. For the next
thirty minutes, Tom and I sparred with the lovely Monica, answering a myriad of
questions about who we are, where we came from and where we're going. When she
finally wound down, we felt as if we'd been interrogated by a master.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I think you'll take good care of my son on your trip," Monica finally said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,"
I replied, "we'll do our best."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
have only one more question I'd like to ask. Brent told me about something
that happened during your sons' birthday party and I want to make sure he's not
feeding me a line of shit." Oh, fuck, here we go. Was it time for me to start
searching for countries that don't have extradition agreements with the US? "Is
it true that a good part of the pool party ended up with all the boys
skinny-dipping?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
yeah, that's what happened. But, it wasn't supposed to," I answered
defensively while Tom and I turned bright red in embarrassment.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
don't have cow, you two. They're boys, what the hell did you think was gonna
happen?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It
sure wasn't that," Tom replied. "We made sure Joey and Alex knew the rules,
but once a few of the boys accidentally lost their suits while being flipped
around, we kinda lost control of the situation."</span></p>
<p><span>"Tom,
if I know my Brent at all, and I'm pretty sure I do, he probably helped
orchestrate the whole thing. It's damn near impossible for me to keep him even
minimally clothed at home. Most of the time, he lounges around the house in
nothing more than his little league jock strap. And while I may allow that and
be used to it, I thought, maybe, he'd show a bit more restraint outside the
house. Perhaps my expectations were a bit too high."</span></p>
<p><span>Feeling
like I'd dodged a major bullet, I responded with a chuckle and, "Well, since
we're being so honest about things, Monica," I started, "you should probably
know we're a nudist household. We tend to not be dressed when we're at home.
So, while we were surprised at the developments during the party, it wasn't
anything all <i>that</i> unusual. And Tom and I and our lifeguards did <i>not</i>
join the boys in their free-for-all."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that's a shame. If you can't be comfortable in your own home, then what's the
point? If my husband wasn't such an uptight prick, I have no doubt Brent would
be nude at home all the time. The boy just doesn't like to wear clothes."</span></p>
<p><span> "We
have the same problem here, Monica," Tom laughed. "Our boys would probably go
to school in their birthday suits if they could get by with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I want you to know that I'm not a prude and if Brent chooses to be nude when
he's with you and your boys, I'm fine with that. I'm fine if you are, also.
If that's what you're used to doing, then don't feel you need to remain clothed
when Brent's around. And since it seems like Alex and Brent are going to be
seeing a lot of each other in the future, I wouldn't want his presence to cramp
your lifestyle."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Monica, we appreciate your trust," I replied, breathing a sigh of relief that
the conversation seemed to be coming to a close.</span></p>
<p><span>"Besides,
it's my understanding that Brent owes Max a little favor and it would be rather
difficult for him to follow through on his promise if you were clothed." I had
picked a bad moment to wet my whistle and nearly choked myself as the tea went
down the wrong way. At least it didn't spray out of my nose this time. After
my paroxysms abated, Monica continued. "Sorry if I scared you, Max. But,
Brent and I talk about everything, and I do mean everything. I've been very
open with him about sex and sexuality, in all its myriad of possibilities.
It's never too early to discuss the subjects with your children. He's already
told me that he is most likely gay, and he wants to explore those feelings more
deeply. He's also told me that while he really likes Alex, he's also expressed
an interest in interacting and engaging with older men. So, if his exploration
includes the two of you, then that's Brent's decision to make."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
you're okay with that?" I asked, incredulous at her suggestion. "I find that
hard to believe."</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
Max, Tom, after the grilling I just gave you two, I feel very comfortable knowing
that if something sexual happens between my son and you, it will be because
Brent initiated it, not you. I want Brent to make his own decisions about his
growth and development, but I also want him to do so safely. I don't think he could
be any safer than he would be with you two. It's my impression that you would never
force someone to do anything against their will. Or have I read you wrong?"</span></p>
<p><span>Still
amazed we were actually having this discussion, I answered, "No, you're not
wrong. After what I went through, I'd <i>never</i> do that to anyone."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah,
yes, the story that's been in the paper the last several days. I've been
following it with considerable interest, especially with how it may relate to
Brent. I'm so sorry you had to go through that ordeal, but that is exactly the
type of thing I'm hoping to prevent happening to my son. Unfortunately, with
Ben being so inhibited and unable to help his son learn about his true self, I
feel I must turn to outside sources to help our son. If you and Tom, along
with Alex, are willing to help guide Brent in a positive direction, then I'm
more than willing to allow it to occur."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a very different attitude than what the rest of the world holds, Monica," I
commented with relief.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
lucky for you I have that attitude, don't you think? Otherwise, you'd be
sitting in the same jail with your abusers right now for fellating my son. So,
my proposal to you is this; I'll keep your secret if you help my son discover
all the joys of life. Safely."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
appreciate your discretion and honesty, Monica," Tom replied. "You can be
assured we won't abuse your trust in any way."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't think you would, or I'd never have suggested the arrangement. Besides,
if I can help Brent satisfy his sexual curiosity about what it's like to be
with a man without him molesting my husband or being hurt by someone we don't
know, I'll be happy and so will Brent." Monica glanced at her watch and added,
"Well, would you look at the time? I really must be going. Thank you both for
your time this afternoon. It's certainly been a pleasure to get to know you
better. I do hope I haven't shocked you in any way. However, as unorthodox as
my thoughts may be, I'm just looking out for the safety and well-being of my
son."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
promise you, Monica, <i>if</i> anything happens between us and Brent, it will
only be at Brent's request."</span></p>
<p><span>As
Monica stood to take her leave, she added, "Not <i>if</i> Max, <i>when</i>,
because I guarantee you Brent has not forgotten his promise to you. I hope you
all have fun on your trip."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, we hope we will, too," I replied as I stood and followed her to the front
door. I watched as she stepped off the porch, made her way down the sidewalk
and climbed into her car, offering a little goodbye wave over the top of the
gleaming machine just before closing the car's door. After closing the front door,
I turned and numbly walked back to the living room to rejoin Tom.</span></p>
<p><span>"A
penny for your thoughts, babe," Tom offered.</span></p>
<p><span>"If
I'm not suffering from a stroke or some other serious brain affliction, did I
just hear her give us permission to, uh, teach Brent the finer points of gay
sex?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Funny
you should ask, `cause I was just gonna ask you the same question. But, yeah,
that's what I heard."</span></p>
<p><span>"Holy
crap, I thought so. Pinch me."</span></p>
<p><span>"What!?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Pinch
me, dammit, I wanna make sure I'm not dreaming." Tom reached across the gap
between our chairs and did exactly as I requested. "OW!" I squealed before
adding, "Nope, not dreamin'. And here I was, believing our lives couldn't get
much more interesting than they already are. Guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
how interesting can it get?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
don't ask questions you don't know the answers to, Tom. The answers may not be
the ones you expect," I laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ain't
that the truth."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
I'm gonna toss Brent's bag in the car. Can you think of anything else we need
to take with us?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
really. I'm assuming we'll be eating out or going shopping for food after we
get there. And if we do go shopping, then anything we've forgotten, we'll just
pick it up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
good to me. Well, since all we need before we can leave is nine boys, I'm
going to go do some more work on the book. That okay with you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not going anywhere. I'll probably call Carol in little bit to let her know I'm
ready to start doing the agency's background checks on Monday."</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
nice to have you back work, hon."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
know it." Tom returned to his book while I turned and made my way to the study
to continue my work on the new book.</span></p>
<p><span>I'd
been watching the clock for ten minutes, waiting for the damn bell to ring so
we could start our weekend. When it finally sounded, Joey, Logan and I grabbed
our bookbags, moved across our classroom to pluck our coats off the rack by the
door, then headed out into the crowded hallway. We turned left to head for the
doors that would take us to the bus, but we waited inside until the other three
had joined us. "Hey, guys, you ready for the weekend?" I asked when everyone
was assembled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
they all yelled to be heard above the din of the other students walking out to
their own busses.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we better get on the damn bus before it leaves without us, then," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
let's go guys." </span></p>
<p><span>As
I turned for the door, a voice from behind us yelled, "Alex, wait up!"</span></p>
<p><span>I
turned back around to find Brent weaving his way through the crowd of kids
towards the six of us.</span></p>
<p><span>"What
the hell does Brent want?" T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know," I answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey,
hang on, dude!" came at us from the other hallway leading to the doors where we
waited.</span></p>
<p><span>The
six of us turned as one to find Josh and Eric pushing their way through the
insane crowd.</span></p>
<p><span>"Now
Josh and Eric?" I asked as confusion took over.</span></p>
<p><span>The
other three finally reached our group and Joey asked, "What are you guys doing
here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We
don't know," Josh replied as he leaned in and shared a quick kiss with Joey.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
Dad just told us this morning we were to find you guys and ride the bus to your
house this afternoon," Eric added.</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked to Brent and he answered, "Same here, dude. Mom left a message at the
office telling me to do the same and Ms. Miller brought it to me. So, here I
am. Anybody got a clue what's goin' on?" Brent asked before leaning to give me
a kiss.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
our dads didn't say nothin'," I answered. "But if you're riding with us, we
better get movin'."</span></p>
<p><span>All
nine of us turned and pelted out the door like scalded apes, making a mad dash
for our bus at the head of the line. As we climbed on to take our seat, Carl
looked at us and said to Eric, Josh and Brent, "You guys don't ride this bus.
Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?"</span></p>
<p><span>Eric,
being the oldest, took over. "We don't normally ride any bus, Mr. Weathers.
But our parents told us we're to go with Joey, Alex and their brothers today."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
fine by me. Find somewhere to sit so we can get moving."</span></p>
<p><span>The
nine of us moved towards the back of the bus and finally found four benches
together that would hold all nine of us. Taking our seats, our conversation for
the next twenty-five minutes consisted of us trying to figure out what plans
our parents had concocted for us for the weekend.</span></p>
<p><span>I
stepped out of the study at three-thirty and located Tom still reading in the
living room.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
should get moving. The boys will be here in about ten minutes. I'd like to
meet them when the bus drops them off so we're not wasting any more time than
we need to."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
ready when you are. We just need our coats and shoes."</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me get you some Dramamine and something else to settle your nerves. I'll be
right back." I returned to our bathroom, retrieved a few pills for the
scaredy-cat, then stopped in the study to retrieve a copy of the first <i>Jake
Franklin</i> book for Tom to start reading. As I moved back through the house,
I was turning out lights and making sure everything was secured. I finally met
Tom at the door to the garage where he'd been waiting and holding onto my coat
and shoes. After slipping into both, we stepped out into the garage. </span></p>
<p><span>"Which
car do you want?"</span></p>
<p><span>"The
Shelby, of course. It should be a quieter ride to the airport since I'll have
only three boys with me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I figured as much. And I bet you're gonna want Eric, Josh and Brent to ride
with you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
sounds okay to me," Tom answered with an evil grin.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
smartass, let's go. Once we hit the road, just follow me, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"But
of course, master," he answered with a laugh.</span></p>
<p><span>We
drove to the end of the drive and waited patiently for the bus to arrive. When
I finally saw it coming up the road a few minutes later, I got out of the Flex
and waved for Tom to join me. We were standing side-by-side in front of the Flex
when Carl opened the doors and the bus disgorged nine wilder-than-normal boys.
They ran over to the two of us as Carl pulled away with a quick wave. After
some quick hugs from the herd, Alex was the first to say something.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
dads, what's goin' on?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
and why are Eric, Josh and Brent here?" Joey added</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I thought we'd take your friends to supper tonight. Is that okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah!
Where we goin'?" T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a surprise, guys. Why don't we get in the cars and hit the road?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
it's awful early for supper, Mr. Sanders," Eric offered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we have to do a little bit of travelin' to get where we're gonna eat, so load
`em up. Eric, Josh, Brent, in the Shelby with Tom. The rest of you with me."
I turned to get back into the Flex and was followed by our confused six while
Tom and the other equally confused three fell into the Shelby. With everyone
buckled up and ready to roll, I pulled out of the driveway to begin our weekend
away.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
really, Dad, where we goin'?" Alex begged.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not ruining the surprise, silly, so stop asking," I retorted.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
Dad," came a voice from the back row.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
Mike."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
with all these bags in the back?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
just some junk we need to drop off on our way to supper. Why don't you guys
watch a movie for a while?" I asked in a weak effort to divert their
attention. Fortunately, they went for it and all six were soon engrossed in <i>The
Spiderwick Chronicles</i>. When we reached Veteran's Parkway, I turned left to
head to the airport and the boys, who were still watching the movie, didn't
seem to notice. </span></p>
<p><span>It
wasn't until we were two-thirds of the way to Walnut Street that Alex poked his
head up and asked, "Where the heck we goin' to eat, the middle of nowhere?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
a little bit further, son," I answered. However, Alex's question had piqued
the interest of the other five and I was now fielding questions from all six.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ohmigod,
how did I miss this?" T.J. finally squealed while clapping his hands in
excitement and bouncing up and down in his seat.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sh-h-h,"
I hissed. "Keep it inside, T.J., please." I'd been afraid one of the three
would divine the answer to their multitude of questions before we got to the
airport and was nicely surprised that only one had seemed to do so. So far,
anyway. Perhaps there was enough other confusion and crazy thoughts flyin'
through the air that Alex and Joey couldn't focus on my mind at the moment.</span></p>
<p><span>After
turning left onto Walnut Street, I drove past the main entrance of the airport
and continued on to the next one, as that's where my plane is hangared.
Finally turning into the airport itself, Joey asked, "What are we doin' at the
airport, Dad? There's no place to eat here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I know, but this is where we're dropping off all those bags in the back." I
pulled up to the gate blocking access to the private hangars, inserted my key
card into the electronic sentinel and waited for the gate to rise. As soon as
it started to move, I did, also, to insure Tom would be able to drive in right
behind me. With both of us inside the gate, I led the way to the parking spots
reserved for pilots who stored their planes here. After shutting off the car,
I waited until Tom was parked next to me before getting out and telling the
boys to hop out also.</span></p>
<p><span>When
all eleven of us were gathered at the back of the Flex, I opened the tailgate
and handed a bag to each person. "Okay guys, this is where we drop off the
bags. Everybody follow me." I knew the boys were confused beyond belief to be
at the airport, but I was having some serious fun with this surprise. I led
the way to the FBO's<span>*</span> entry and held the door
open as I let everyone precede me inside. Once I joined the crowd, I asked,
"Why don't you guys wait for me by those doors right over there?", pointing in
the direction I needed them to go. "I need to talk to the guy at the counter
over here for just a moment before we can take the bags where they need to go."
Tom led them over to the spot I'd selected while I turned for the counter. As
I neared the counter, I held a finger to my lips asking Jeff to be quiet.</span></p>
<p><span>Upon
reaching the counter, Jeff whispered, "Evening, Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
Jeff how ya', doin'? Everything ready outside?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. Here's the flight plan we filed for you. We had to change your
destination to Chicago Executive airport since Miegs Field is closed and has
been for a while. I'd forgotten about that when you called, or I would have
said something to you then. Check it over and make sure everything's correct,
please."</span></p>
<p><span>I
gave the plan a quick glance and nodded my head to let him know everything was
perfect. "Wow, shows how long it's been since I've flown to Chicago, doesn't
it? It woulda really sucked to try and land in Lake Michigan. Thanks for your
help, Jeff. I guess we'll be on our way."</span></p>
<p><span>"We've
also arranged for tie-down at Executive and a limo to pick you up when you get
there. Be careful, Mr. Sanders and have a safe flight. We'll see you Sunday
afternoon." I shook Jeff's hand and turned to join my group. </span></p>
<p><span>As
I got closer, I said, "Okay, we need to go out here and put these bags on an
airplane. Everybody follow me and stay close together. There may be equipment
moving around out here and we need to be careful we don't get in their way." I
led the way outside and after spotting where my plane was parked, I steered the
parade in that direction. When we reached the plane, I continued around to the
left side to a small hatch just below the jet engine. I pulled a key from my
pocket and opened the door to the baggage compartment. "Okay, everybody put
their bag inside here and push it as far forward as you can. Bigger guys go
first so you push it in further." I went first to demonstrate what I meant, and
was followed by Tom, then Eric and on down the line to Andy. </span></p>
<p><span>When
the final bag was stowed and the compartment relocked, I stepped back and
added, "Since we're here and I know the guy who owns this plane, would you like
to see the inside?" With a resounding chorus of agreement, I led the way back around
the tip of the wing to the cabin door. Again, using the key from my pocket, I
unlocked and opened the cabin door. Next, I unfolded the steps, then quickly
stepped up into the cockpit and flipped on the battery switch so I could turn
on the interior lights. "Okay, come on in and make yourself comfortable. Tom
and I are going to walk around the exterior for a few minutes."</span></p>
<p><span>As
the boys clambered inside, I corralled Tom and began my pre-flight inspection,
pointing out things to Tom as I did so. Even though I knew the FBO employees
has already done this when they pulled the plane out of the hangar, I always do
my own inspection. You can never be too safe at 35,000 feet. With our
walk-around completed, the wheels chocks pulled and my mind settled, we climbed
inside the plane and I pulled up the steps, allowing them to refold into their
normal position for our flight.</span></p>
<p><span>As
we stood just inside the door, I gave a little whistle to get the boys'
attention. When they had quieted back down, I asked, "Okay, you all ready to
go to supper?" With another chorus of agreement, they started to stand up and
head for the door. "Wait!" I yelled. "Where y'all goin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
said we were going to supper," Joey complained as puzzled expressions filled
all their faces. All of them, of course, except for T.J., who was sporting the
biggest ear-to-ear shit-eatin' grin I've ever seen.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
right, I did. Well, I guess if y'all wanna eat supper with the Pops and me,
you better plant your butts in a seat and buckle up `cause ... we're eating in
Chicago tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>Eighteen
eyes lit up like camera flashes as the boys suddenly realized what was
happening.</span></p>
<p><span>Before anybody complains about the sudden change of airports from
what was written in chapter 62, I have a little confession to make. As I was
wrapping up this chapter and thinking forward to what happens next, I suddenly
realized I needed to make sure Max's plane would be able to land and take off
again at Miegs Field. Miegs was a small airport that was built in lake
Michigan, next to the Adler Planetarium. If you would like to see some
information about the airport, follow this link: </span><span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meigs_Field"><span>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meigs_Field</span></a><span>. </span></span></p>
<p><span>So, I jumped on the internet for some quick research to make sure
that the runway at Miegs was long enough to accommodate the Citation CJ4 Max
owns and, much to my chagrin, discovered that it was abruptly closed in 2003
when then Chicago Mayor Richard Daley had the runway bulldozed. Since this
story is taking place in the year 2025, I couldn't very well have Max attempt
to land at an airport that's been gone for 22 years. Knowing the two major
airports in Chicago, O'Hare and Midway, were unlikely to accept private jets, I
did a quick search and I found the most likely airport Max would use would be
Chicago Executive. So, instead of going back to chapter 62 and trying to make
the correction in the past (story-wise, anyway), I made the correction here.
This near mistake just proves the old adage, `It pays to plan ahead'. I'm
adding to that, `whether in real life or in fiction, and especially when flying'.
</span><span>😊</span></p>
<p><span>*For those of you with inquiring minds, the abbreviation FBO as used
in this story is an acronym for `Fixed Base Operator' or `Fixed Base
Operations'. FBOs are located at a majority of the airports across the country
and they provide such things as fuel, tiedowns or hangar space and mechanical
services for general aviation and private pilots. If you'd like more
information on the subject, here's another link to a Wikipedia article on the
subject: </span><span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fixed-base_operator">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fixed-base_operator</a><span>. </span></span></p>
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Chapter 8 � Tent Setup
The rest of the week passed quietly, just me alone with my thoughts. I was still trying to convince myself I was doing the right thing. Not just for me, but for the boys also. I really wanted a family of some kind to make my life mean something, but was it right to bring boys into my home with me being gay? How would they deal with it and how would other kids deal with it? I finally decided we would just have to work through any situations that popped up as time went by. Hopefully, the boys would learn that it's important for a person to be themselves, whoever they may be.
The next Tuesday morning, I called Wesley at the party rental company. "Party Creations, this is Wesley, how can I brighten your day?"
"Wes, this is Max Sanders and I was calling to make sure the tent I requested is still going to be set up today."
"Max, good to hear from you. The crew is just about loaded up and ready to head your direction."
"Perfect, Wes. I have another favor to ask if it's not too late."
"Shoot, Max. If we can do it, we sure will."
"I wanted to see if you had any heaters available to rent with the tent. My pool guys are going to be coming out sometime in the next couple of days to install anchors in my pool deck for a new shelter. I'd hate to see them freeze to death while they're doing it."
"No problems, Max. We have electric and propane heaters available. Which do you think you'd prefer?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Which do you think would work best considering the size of the tent?"
"If it were me, I'd use the propane heaters. They'll put out more heat. Granted, with the outside temps, it won't be like Florida inside, but they'll still be better than the electric heaters."
"That sounds, fine, Wes. Can you have your crew bring them along and just add them to the rental contract. Oh, will you provide propane tanks to go with the heaters?"
"You bet. We have 50 pound tanks ready to go. We'll refill them when they're returned and add the fuel charges to your final total."
"That sounds like a plan, Wes. I'll let you get off the phone so you let your guys know to bring the heaters. Thanks. I'll be here when you crew arrives. Just have them pull up to the garage doors and they can move materials through there to the pool deck."
"No problems, Max, we're happy to help. It's pretty quiet with rentals this time of year and this will help stave off some boredom for a day."
We hung up and I headed out to the garage to make sure the crew would be able to move their materials through it without problems. I decided to move the Shelby to the other side of the garage so I wouldn't be worrying about it getting hit by stray items. Once that task was completed and a few other items moved out of the way, I headed back inside to wait for the crew to arrive. Just as I sat down with a fresh cup of coffee, I heard the driveway sensor ding and I carried my cup out to garage to meet the crew. I directed them on where to park and then met the leader of the crew.
"Good morning. My name's Max and I'm glad you could get here today," I said as I greeted them. "Did you have any problems finding the place?"
"Morning, Max. I'm Al, this is Frank, and the straggler there is Ken. Your directions were perfect. I hope you're ready for a tent."
"Sure am. I had the pool deck cleared last week and fortunately we haven't had any more snow to clean off so you should be good to go, Al. Let me show you where the tent goes." I led Al and his two pals through the garage and out the back door to the pool area. "This is it. Think you'll have any problems."
"We shouldn't. The area's nice and clean, just like you said. You won't mind if we set up the heaters first just to take the chill off, do you?"
"Nope, go right ahead. I don't need anyone freezing today. If you want, I also have a fresh pot of coffee in the house for any takers."
"Thanks, Mr. Sanders. I don't think we need any right now, but will probably want some when we're done." Al turned to Frank and Ken and said, "Okay, guys, let's start hauling stuff and get it back here. Get the heaters first."
"I'll leave you guys to it. If you need anything, I'll be inside, just come on in if you need coffee, a bathroom, or just to warm up for a few. Oh, and no falling in the pool guys. I don't want any popsicles hanging around after the tent's up."
"Will do, sir. Thanks."
I headed back inside, picked up the book I'd been reading and took a seat where I could keep an eye on the progress of the tent. Al and the guys wasted no time getting things going. I'd never seen a tent like this set up and it was interesting to watch. I ended up paying more attention to that than I did reading. The poles to support the corners of the tent were placed in large rubber blocks to protect the concrete and then weights were placed outside the poles to keep them standing straight. Next to go up were the tent's roof supports and they just slid over the tops of the poles to a stop about eight inches down from top of the pole.
Once the basic framework was in place, they were ready to pull the top over the roof supports. They laid the roof section on the ground on one side of the frame and then tossed ropes over the roof supports so they could pull it into position from the other side. They walked to the other side of the pool, grabbed the ropes and began pulling. The roof section must have been heavier than it looked as I could tell they were straining to get it in place. Once the section was properly positioned, they attached it to the tops of the posts, then started attaching the sides to the frame. From start to finish, the project took just over two hours. While Frank and Ken loaded up their tools and equipment, Al came inside to let me know they were done.
"Okay, Mr. Sanders, we're all set. The tent's in place and so are the heaters. We shut the heaters off as we didn't want to waste the gas if you weren't going to be outside."
"It looks great, Al. My pool guys will be nicely surprised to see they'll have a tent to work in. Do you or Frank and Ken need a coffee to warm up?"
"I'd sure appreciate a nice warm cup and I'm sure they will, too. They're loading up our tools but I'll have them come in when they're done."
"Why don't you go tell them and I'll get it ready for you."
"Be right back."
I set the guys up at the bar counter and had everything ready when they came back in. "Here you go fellas, cream and sugar are here also if you need either or both."
All three took a stool, sat down and fixed their cups as desired. While they drank, and warmed up, I asked Al, "Wes asked for a payment of 50% of the rental once you were done. Let me know how much you need and I'll get you a check." Al gave me the amount and I headed to my study to get the check they needed. After handing the check to Al, Ken asked, "That's a damn nice Shelby in the garage. How do you like the it?"
"I love it, Ken. It's such a blast to drive. Not much fun in the winter, of course, but as long as you're careful, you can get where you need to go."
"Yeah, I'm sure it's a handful in the snow and I bet you can forget ice with that thing."
"Oh, yeah, when there's ice, I'm stuck at home for a few days. Of course, there are worse places to get stuck."
"It might be okay for you out here on your own, but when I'm stuck at home, I have a wife and five kids to deal with. All in all, I'd rather be at work," Ken laughed.
Al interrupted, "Well, Mr. Sanders, I think we'll get out of your way. Wes has us scheduled to remove the tent in two weeks, is that right?"
"That should work out. The pool shelter I'm having installed is due to be delivered next week and they think they'll have it completed by the next Friday."
"Well, if that doesn't work out, we'll come back whenever you're ready for us. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call us."
"Will do, Al. Thanks to you, Ken and Frank for your work today. Hope you all have a great rest of the day."
I followed the guys out of the garage and after they left, I moved the Shelby back to its spot. I closed the door and headed back inside to finish my own cup of coffee and read my book a bit longer. After a quick lunch, I gave Mike, the pool guy, a call. "Afternoon, Mike. How ya' doing?"
"Dandy, Max. How `bout yourself?"
"I'm not complaining. I just called to see if the shelter anchors had arrived and if your guys were still coming out tomorrow to start installing them."
"As a matter of fact, Max, they just showed up. I'll have the guys out there about 9:00 in the morning to start work. Is that all right with you?"
"That'd be just fine, Mike. I have a little surprise for them when they get here."
"I hope it's a good one, Max, `cause they're not looking forward to working in the cold."
"I think they'll like it. I had a tent set up over the pool deck with propane heaters. I was told it won't be quite like Florida, but it should make the job a bit more comfortable for them. I'm hoping maybe 45 to 50 degrees inside with heaters running full blast."
"That's a mighty nice thing to do, Max. We were going to bring out some small portable enclosures, kind of like the ones the phone company uses, just to block the wind, but they, of course, aren't heated. A full tent will probably blow their minds."
"Look, Mike, I know how miserable it is to work in these weather conditions and I don't want to have worry about anybody getting frostbite just so I can get a pool enclosure installed. I have the tent for 2 weeks, so it'll still be up when the shelter's panels are delivered, also. That should make that a lot easier to deal with also."
"It certainly will, Max. Thanks again. I may actually come out with the guys tomorrow to see what it looks like and get them started in the right direction on installing the anchors."
"That'd be just fine, Mike. I'll have the coffee on and warm for you and your guys. You and I can sit inside and `supervise' the work."
"Ha! I like that idea. The guys won't like it much, but I sign their paychecks, so what're they gonna do? We'll see you in the morning, then, Max. Have a good afternoon."
"Thanks, Mike, see you then."
I spent the rest of the afternoon, relaxing and reading. I felt I had done everything I could so far. All my lists were waiting and ready to be acted on once I knew for sure what was going to happen, if it happened. I just had to try and not get stressed out about it. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 8</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<p><span>This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are
used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events
or locales is entirely coincidental.</span></p>
<p><span>This
story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering
their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage
boys, consenting adult males and boys with adult males (eventually). If this
type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.</span></p>
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2016 WSC, all rights reserved.</span></p>
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Note:</span></p>
<p><span>I
started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has
become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.</span></p>
<h2><a name="_Toc472178167"><span>Chapter 8 � Tent Setup</span></a></h2>
<p><span>The
rest of the week passed quietly, just me alone with my thoughts. I was still
trying to convince myself I was doing the right thing. Not just for me, but
for the boys also. I really wanted a family of some kind to make my life mean
something, but was it right to bring boys into my home with me being gay? How
would they deal with it and how would other kids deal with it? I finally
decided we would just have to work through any situations that popped up as
time went by. Hopefully, the boys would learn that it's important for a person
to be themselves, whoever they may be.</span></p>
<p><span>The
next Tuesday morning, I called Wesley at the party rental company. "Party
Creations, this is Wesley, how can I brighten your day?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Wes,
this is Max Sanders and I was calling to make sure the tent I requested is
still going to be set up today."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max,
good to hear from you. The crew is just about loaded up and ready to head your
direction."</span></p>
<p><span>"Perfect,
Wes. I have another favor to ask if it's not too late."</span></p>
<p><span>"Shoot,
Max. If we can do it, we sure will."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
wanted to see if you had any heaters available to rent with the tent. My pool
guys are going to be coming out sometime in the next couple of days to install
anchors in my pool deck for a new shelter. I'd hate to see them freeze to
death while they're doing it."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problems, Max. We have electric and propane heaters available. Which do you
think you'd prefer?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm not sure. Which do you think would work best considering the size of the
tent?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
it were me, I'd use the propane heaters. They'll put out more heat. Granted,
with the outside temps, it won't be like Florida inside, but they'll still be
better than the electric heaters."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds, fine, Wes. Can you have your crew bring them along and just add them
to the rental contract. Oh, will you provide propane tanks to go with the
heaters?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. We have 50 pound tanks ready to go. We'll refill them when they're
returned and add the fuel charges to your final total."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds like a plan, Wes. I'll let you get off the phone so you let your guys
know to bring the heaters. Thanks. I'll be here when you crew arrives. Just
have them pull up to the garage doors and they can move materials through there
to the pool deck."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
problems, Max, we're happy to help. It's pretty quiet with rentals this time
of year and this will help stave off some boredom for a day."</span></p>
<p><span>We
hung up and I headed out to the garage to make sure the crew would be able to
move their materials through it without problems. I decided to move the Shelby
to the other side of the garage so I wouldn't be worrying about it getting hit
by stray items. Once that task was completed and a few other items moved out
of the way, I headed back inside to wait for the crew to arrive. Just as I sat
down with a fresh cup of coffee, I heard the driveway sensor ding and I carried
my cup out to garage to meet the crew. I directed them on where to park and
then met the leader of the crew.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
morning. My name's Max and I'm glad you could get here today," I said as I
greeted them. "Did you have any problems finding the place?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Morning,
Max. I'm Al, this is Frank, and the straggler there is Ken. Your directions
were perfect. I hope you're ready for a tent."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
am. I had the pool deck cleared last week and fortunately we haven't had any
more snow to clean off so you should be good to go, Al. Let me show you where
the tent goes." I led Al and his two pals through the garage and out the back
door to the pool area. "This is it. Think you'll have any problems."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
shouldn't. The area's nice and clean, just like you said. You won't mind if
we set up the heaters first just to take the chill off, do you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope,
go right ahead. I don't need anyone freezing today. If you want, I also have
a fresh pot of coffee in the house for any takers."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Mr. Sanders. I don't think we need any right now, but will probably want some
when we're done." Al turned to Frank and Ken and said, "Okay, guys, let's
start hauling stuff and get it back here. Get the heaters first."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
leave you guys to it. If you need anything, I'll be inside, just come on in if
you need coffee, a bathroom, or just to warm up for a few. Oh, and no falling
in the pool guys. I don't want any popsicles hanging around after the tent's
up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do, sir. Thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>I
headed back inside, picked up the book I'd been reading and took a seat where I
could keep an eye on the progress of the tent. Al and the guys wasted no time
getting things going. I'd never seen a tent like this set up and it was
interesting to watch. I ended up paying more attention to that than I did
reading. The poles to support the corners of the tent were placed in large
rubber blocks to protect the concrete and then weights were placed outside the
poles to keep them standing straight. Next to go up were the tent's roof
supports and they just slid over the tops of the poles to a stop about eight
inches down from top of the pole. </span></p>
<p><span>Once
the basic framework was in place, they were ready to pull the top over the roof
supports. They laid the roof section on the ground on one side of the frame
and then tossed ropes over the roof supports so they could pull it into
position from the other side. They walked to the other side of the pool,
grabbed the ropes and began pulling. The roof section must have been heavier
than it looked as I could tell they were straining to get it in place. Once
the section was properly positioned, they attached it to the tops of the posts,
then started attaching the sides to the frame. From start to finish, the
project took just over two hours. While Frank and Ken loaded up their tools
and equipment, Al came inside to let me know they were done.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
Mr. Sanders, we're all set. The tent's in place and so are the heaters. We
shut the heaters off as we didn't want to waste the gas if you weren't going to
be outside."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
looks great, Al. My pool guys will be nicely surprised to see they'll have a
tent to work in. Do you or Frank and Ken need a coffee to warm up?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
sure appreciate a nice warm cup and I'm sure they will, too. They're loading
up our tools but I'll have them come in when they're done."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
don't you go tell them and I'll get it ready for you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
right back."</span></p>
<p><span>I
set the guys up at the bar counter and had everything ready when they came back
in. "Here you go fellas, cream and sugar are here also if you need either or
both."</span></p>
<p><span>All
three took a stool, sat down and fixed their cups as desired. While they
drank, and warmed up, I asked Al, "Wes asked for a payment of 50% of the rental
once you were done. Let me know how much you need and I'll get you a check."
Al gave me the amount and I headed to my study to get the check they needed.
After handing the check to Al, Ken asked, "That's a damn nice Shelby in the
garage. How do you like the it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love it, Ken. It's such a blast to drive. Not much fun in the winter, of
course, but as long as you're careful, you can get where you need to go."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I'm sure it's a handful in the snow and I bet you can forget ice with that
thing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, when there's ice, I'm stuck at home for a few days. Of course, there are
worse places to get stuck."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
might be okay for you out here on your own, but when I'm stuck at home, I have
a wife and five kids to deal with. All in all, I'd rather be at work," Ken
laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>Al
interrupted, "Well, Mr. Sanders, I think we'll get out of your way. Wes has us
scheduled to remove the tent in two weeks, is that right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
should work out. The pool shelter I'm having installed is due to be delivered
next week and they think they'll have it completed by the next Friday."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if that doesn't work out, we'll come back whenever you're ready for us. If you
need anything else, don't hesitate to call us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
do, Al. Thanks to you, Ken and Frank for your work today. Hope you all have a
great rest of the day."</span></p>
<p><span>I
followed the guys out of the garage and after they left, I moved the Shelby
back to its spot. I closed the door and headed back inside to finish my own
cup of coffee and read my book a bit longer. After a quick lunch, I gave Mike,
the pool guy, a call. "Afternoon, Mike. How ya' doing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Dandy,
Max. How `bout yourself?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not complaining. I just called to see if the shelter anchors had arrived and
if your guys were still coming out tomorrow to start installing them."</span></p>
<p><span>"As
a matter of fact, Max, they just showed up. I'll have the guys out there about
9:00 in the morning to start work. Is that all right with you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That'd
be just fine, Mike. I have a little surprise for them when they get here."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope it's a good one, Max, `cause they're not looking forward to working in the
cold."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think they'll like it. I had a tent set up over the pool deck with propane
heaters. I was told it won't be quite like Florida, but it should make the job
a bit more comfortable for them. I'm hoping maybe 45 to 50 degrees inside with
heaters running full blast."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a mighty nice thing to do, Max. We were going to bring out some small portable
enclosures, kind of like the ones the phone company uses, just to block the
wind, but they, of course, aren't heated. A full tent will probably blow their
minds."</span></p>
<p><span>"Look,
Mike, I know how miserable it is to work in these weather conditions and I
don't want to have worry about anybody getting frostbite just so I can get a
pool enclosure installed. I have the tent for 2 weeks, so it'll still be up
when the shelter's panels are delivered, also. That should make that a lot
easier to deal with also."</span></p>
<p><span>"It
certainly will, Max. Thanks again. I may actually come out with the guys
tomorrow to see what it looks like and get them started in the right direction
on installing the anchors."</span></p>
<p><span>"That'd
be just fine, Mike. I'll have the coffee on and warm for you and your guys. You
and I can sit inside and `supervise' the work."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ha!
I like that idea. The guys won't like it much, but I sign their paychecks, so
what're they gonna do? We'll see you in the morning, then, Max. Have a good
afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Mike, see you then."</span></p>
<p><span>I spent the rest of the afternoon, relaxing and reading.
I felt I had done everything I could so far. All my lists were waiting and
ready to be acted on once I knew for sure what was going to happen, if it
happened. I just had to try and not get stressed out about it.</span></p>
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Chapter 40 � Justice Served
"Good morning, your honor," Mr. Schmidt began, "The state intends to show, through the testimony provided by our witnesses today, that the defendants in this case, Mr. Frank and Mrs. Iris Mueller, did, indeed, obstruct two officers of the law from performing their duties and also destroyed private property that was not their own. We are asking the court to sentence the defendants in a manner that is consistent with their offenses and to ensure their compliance with the laws of this state in the future. Thank you, your honor."
"Short and to the point as always, Mr. Schmidt. Thank you. Ms. Mutchler, anything to say in your client's defense at this moment?"
"Thank you, your honor, but I'll reserve my opening comments until it is time to begin our defense."
"That is certainly within your prerogative. Mr. Schmidt, please call your first witness."
"Yes, your honor. We call Sangamon County Deputy Tom Wright." Tom stood slowly, walked to the witness chair and sat down again.
"Before you're sworn in, are you sure you're up for this Deputy?" the judge asked while lightly touching his own scalp and after receiving a curt nod from the blushing Deputy in response, he continued, "Bailiff, please swear the witness."
The bailiff stood and asked, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"I will."
"Ask your questions, Mr. Schmidt."
"Deputy Wright, thank you for joining us today after your recent injury. We're all happy to see you doing so well. I'll make this easy for you today, Deputy. Instead of me asking a whole bunch of questions, why don't you just tell us of the events as you witnessed them on the afternoon of Saturday, February 22 of this year?"
Tom took a deep breath and began telling his story of the day we met at the Mueller's to retrieve Joey and Alex's belongings. As I listened to him, I was amazed at how closely this telling of the events of that afternoon matched his recitation of the events to Dylan when he first arrived at the Mueller's home. Everyone in the court gave a little chuckle when Tom described kicking in the door to the twins' former bedroom. Well, everyone but the Muellers and Ms. Mutchler that is. The judge appeared to be getting angrier and angrier the more he heard. Tom finally ended with the three of us leaving the Mueller's on the way to my house.
When Tom ended his narration, the judge asked, "Any more questions, Mr. Schmidt?"
"Not at this time, your honor, I think he has covered everything in his account that I planned to ask."
"Very well." Tom started to rise, but the judge held out a hand and said, "Hang on there, young man, I didn't say you were excused, just yet. I have a question I'd like to ask for clarification of a particular point."
"Sorry, your honor," Tom answered as he sat back down.
"The question I have for you is this, did you truly believe that the best option of obtaining access to the bedroom in question was to kick the door in?" the judge grinned.
"At that particular moment, I did, your honor."
"That response, then, begs another question. Would you please explain your reasoning in reaching that conclusion, Deputy?"
"I'd be happy to, your honor. The situation was charged with tension from both sides. The Muellers and Mr. Sanders were quite unhappy with each other and I felt like I was sitting on a powder keg between them, just waiting for one of them to strike a match and light the fuse. When Mr. Sanders discovered the door to the bedroom was locked, the key supposedly `lost', and requested my assistance, I needed to make a decision. Should I call a locksmith to open the door and prolong a volatile situation with the potential risk of violence erupting, or, should I open the door as quickly as possible myself in an effort to resolve the situation in the shortest time possible? With the complete lack of cooperation provided by the defendants that afternoon, and with time being of the essence, I chose the latter course of action to reduce the time the parties were involved with each other. I may have fudged the facts a bit, claiming I heard a cry for help from inside the room, but given the same situation today, I would do the exact same thing, defuse the conflict as quickly as possible to prevent a difficult situation from becoming a violent situation."
"Thank you, Deputy. That was a well-reasoned response to my inquiry. Now, I have one last question for you. Did you say, wait one second, I want to read this directly from the defendant's complaint to make sure I get it right." The judge picked up a file from his desk and shuffled through a few pages before continuing. "Ah, yes, here it is, did you actually say, `I absolutely love this part of the job', just before you kicked in the door, as the defendant's claim?"
Tom looked to the floor for just a moment before answering, then lifted his head and answered proudly, "Yes, your honor, I did."
"Thank you for telling the truth today, Deputy, not that I expected any less from you. Regardless of the possible consequences. Any questions for this witness, Ms. Mutchler?"
She rose and replied, "Not at this time, your honor, but I reserve the right to recall him."
"So noted. Thank you, Deputy. Now you are excused and may retake your seat. Mr. Schmidt, next witness, please."
"Yes, your honor, we would like to call Sergeant Dylan Brock." Dylan stood and started to walk to the hot seat, but before he'd moved two feet, the judge held up a hand and Dylan froze.
"Stay right there, sir." He turned to the bailiff and said, "Swear him in, please." Once Dylan swore to tell the truth, the judge continued, "I'm going to make this easy for you, Sergeant, just to move us along a little bit. Are you about to offer any testimony that will substantially differ from or add to what we've already heard from Deputy Wright?"
"I don't believe so, your honor. Deputy Wright was quite thorough and accurate, as usual."
"Fine, take your seat, Sergeant. There, see how easy that was?" he asked with a slight grin. The judge looked to Mr. Schmidt and asked, "Is Mr. Marks next on your list?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Mr. Marks, please stand, but stay where you are." Brian stood and waited for the judge to continue. "Bailiff, swear him in." The bailiff did as requested and the judge continued. "Mr. Marks, I assume you have nothing much different to add, but I do have one question for you."
"Y-y-ye-e-s, your honor?" Brian stammered.
"Can you please tell me why you were present for these events?"
"Yes, sir. My supervisor, Carol Ward, called me that afternoon and requested I be at the Mueller's to assist Mr. Sanders in retrieving the boys' belongings."
"And why did she make that request, Mr. Marks?"
"From what I've been told, it was due to something that happened the night before when Mr. Sanders picked up the boys. She felt the Muellers could be difficult when Mr. Sanders arrived at their home. Due to my size, she thought my presence would be helpful. As it turns out, she was right, as usual," Brian smiled as finished his response.
"Be that as it may, Mr. Marks, do you know what happened the night before that caused Ms. Ward to reach her conclusion there could possibly be problems?"
"I've been told about it your honor, but I wasn't present, myself, to witness it."
"Thank you, Mr. Marks. Any questions from the lawyers in the room? ... Good, who's next Mr. Schmidt?"
"Mr. Sanders is our next witness, your honor."
"Mr. Sanders, would you please join me up here?" I stood, walked slowly to the witness' chair and sat down, nervous as hell. "Bailiff, swear him in, please?"
The bailiff stood and asked the famous question, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god?"
I took a deep breath and answered, "No, sir, I do not." The bailiff blinked at me a couple of times in surprise and the judge coughed in disbelief.
"And just what do you mean by that, Mr. Sanders?" The judge asked.
I turned to the judge to answer his query. "I'm sorry, your honor, but I am an atheist, and as such, I refuse to swear to something in which I have no belief."
"Understood, Mr. Sanders. Thank you for your explanation. Bailiff, please use the alternate oath."
The bailiff picked up a small card from his desk and recited, "Do you solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence you present shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
"I do. Thank you."
"Mr. Schmidt, you may continue," the judge said.
"If it pleases your honor, I would like Mr. Sanders to relate the events of the evening before as it provides important background information you will need when rendering your decision."
"Very well, please begin, Mr. Sanders. Oh, and please try and refrain from editorializing, just the facts."
"Yes, your honor. I recently began the process of adopting four and, now, possibly five boys. I am working with the child services agency where Carol Ward and Brian Marks work to make that happen. I had made arrangements with the agency to have four of the boys spend a weekend at my home, along with Ms. Ward, to see how we all got along and make sure the boys would be okay with growing up in my home. Since the four boys lived with three different foster parents, Carol made advance arrangements with the foster parents to meet us at a Steak `n Shake for supper and pick up the boys there instead of trying to stop at each home to get them individually. Carol and I arrived first and staked a claim to several tables to ensure we'd have enough room for anybody who might want to join us for supper.
"The first to arrive was T.J. with his foster-mom Nancy. Though invited to join us for supper, Nancy declined and left T.J. with Carol and me. The next to arrive were Mike and his foster-dad, Paul. Paul accepted my invitation to join us for the meal and he and Mike took seats on the opposite side of the table. Last to arrive were Mr. & Mrs. Mueller along with Alex and Joey. After asking if they'd like to join us for the meal, the Muellers accepted and also took a seat at the table. We chatted for a bit before our server came to take our orders. After the server left to place our orders with the kitchen, we continued chatting and eventually Mr. Mueller asked me where my wife was.
"Before I could answer the question myself, one of the twins, I think it was Alex, did it for me by informing half the restaurant that I don't have a wife because I'm gay." The judge raised his eyebrows a bit with that comment before I continued. "I believe it was Paul who then asked the twins whether they `had a problem with that', or something to that effect, and they both announced to the entire restaurant they shouldn't since they are gay, also." The judge took a moment, looked to Joey and Alex who nodded in agreement, then returned his eyes to me so I could press on. "Mr. Mueller took umbrage with their statement and said that they were too young to `know that' about themselves.
"They both looked at me and one, I'm not sure which, asked me when I knew I was gay. I was embarrassed beyond belief to be having this conversation in a Steak `n Shake, but still answered the question, explaining I knew when I was about seven or eight. They then turned back to Mr. Mueller and, again, I don't know which one said it, but he told Mr. Mueller that they `can too know who they are'. Mr. Mueller then accused me a being a pervert and said my adopting kids wasn't right. He then decided that he and Mrs. Mueller should leave and he attempted to get the twins to leave with him. When they refused, he told Ms. Ward that the boys would not be welcome back in their home if they thought they were `like that', also. The two of them left and the rest of us enjoyed our supper. That's basically it, your honor.
"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. You painted just the picture I expected to see after reading the case file. Is there anything else you would like to add to your testimony this morning?"
"Just one more thing, your honor. This is something Tom, um, Deputy Wright didn't mention, but I think it's very important as to why we are here today. After Sergeant Brock arrived at the Muellers home and spoke to them, he came back to where Deputy Wright, Mr. Marks and myself waited on the porch. He told us the Muellers had been very busy and were trying to remove all traces of, and I won't forget this until the day I die, `those little bastard pervert faggots' from their home." I could see tears starting to form in the boys' eyes as Tom wrapped an arm around Alex and Dylan held onto Joey.
The judge turned to Dylan and asked, "Is that true, Sergeant Brock? Did the defendants actually say that to you?"
Dylan let go of Joey, stood and replied, "Yes, your honor, word for word."
"Thank you, Sergeant, please be seated." Dylan retook his seat and wrapped an arm back around Joey. The judge then returned his attention to me and said, "Thank you for that information, Mr. Sanders." The judge turned to the attorneys and asked, "Any questions from either of you for Mr. Sanders?", paused for just a moment, and then continued, "No? I didn't think so." He looked back to me and said, "Thank you, sir. You are excused. Please, go back and sit with your sons, they need you right now." I quickly moved back to our pew, knelt in front of Alex and Joey and gave them biggest hug I'd ever give anyone. The judge then said, "Okay, that gives me a good overview of how we got to the obstruction charges. Who amongst you would like to explain the destruction of property charges to me?"
Joey and Alex each wiggled an arm through my hug and raised their hands. I leaned back, looked in their eyes and whispered, "You sure about this?", to which I received emphatic nods from both. I let them go and took my seat next to Tom.
"Well, boys, if you two have something you'd like to tell me, it must be important. Why don't you come sit up here next to me so I won't miss a single word?" With grim determination etched on their faces, the two slowly walked, holding hands, to the witness chair, sat in it together and turned to face the judge. I noticed that each had placed a hand on his brother's leg. "Do we need another chair or will you be okay in just the one?" the judge asked kindly.
"We'll be just fine, sir. Thanks for asking," they answered together.
"Okay, then. Since you are both under age, we can't swear you in as we did with the adults, but I have to make sure you both understand that I need to hear the truth today."
"And nothing but the truth, your honor," they chorused without looking at each other.
"Good. First, you may call me sir, if you'd like. Even though I've earned it, I do get tired of hearing `your honor' all day. Second, I'm going to ask you a few questions. I want you to ignore all the other people in this room and speak only to me, understand."
"Yes, sir," Joey answered. I noticed Alex had tapped Joey's leg with his index finger before he answered. I tapped Tom's shoulder and mouthed, "watch their hands".
"Good, now before we get started, would you please tell me which of you is Joseph and which is Alexander?"
Alex tapped Joey's leg. "I'm Joseph, sir, but I go by Joey."
"And I'm Alexander, sir, and I prefer Alex."
"Good, Joey and Alex it is, then. Now, you two aren't pulling that old twin trick and swapping things around on me, are you?" the judge asked with a grin, eliciting a return grin from the boys.
"Oh, no, sir," they answered together. No tap on either leg.
"One more easy question before we get to the harder ones, okay?" Both responded with a simple nod. "Do the two of you have that connection I've read about that some twins share?"
They grinned and answered in unison, "Yes, sir."
"I thought as much from the way you've answered my questions so far. Here's what I need you to do, though. When I ask a question, while it's for both of you, I want only one of you to speak at a time. Can you do that?"
Joey tapped Alex's leg and Alex answered, "Yes, sir. That's why we each have a hand on the other's leg." The judge looked down and saw what Alex said was true.
"Ah, I see you know how to deal with this, then. Excellent, let's move on. Will you please tell me what property got destroyed?"
Joey tapped and Alex answered, "It was a picture of our parents, sir."
"And what, exactly, happened to the picture?"
Alex tapped, so Joey answered this time, "It had been shredded, sir, it looked like a puzzle."
"I assume that's not the way it was when you last saw it?"
Joey tapped, Alex's turn to answer, "No, sir. When we left the Mueller's Friday afternoon to spend the weekend with our new dad...," Alex tapped Joey's leg, who continued, "...it was in one piece and hanging on the wall in our room in a frame."
"I see. How did you discover the picture had been shredded?"
Alex tapped so Joey started this time, "It was in the bottom of one of the trash bags...," Joey tapped for Alex to continue, "...the Muellers had put our stuff in."
"So, when your dad went to pick up your things, it had all been put into trash bags?" He looked to the Muellers and his face radiated nothing but anger and disgust.
"Yes, sir," they answered together, then Alex tapped and Joey added, "Sorry, sir."
"I take it this picture it very important to you."
Joey tapped and Alex answered, "Yes, sir, it's all we had left to remind us of who our parents were." I could see tears starting to well up in Alex's eyes.
"And how long have you lived with the Muellers?"
Joey tapped for Alex to answer this one, also. "Since our parents died, sir."
"Can you tell me about your parents?"
Alex tapped and Joey answered, "They were killed in a car wreck when we were four, so we don't remember them that well...," Joey tapped Alex to take over, "...and if we didn't have their picture, we probably wouldn't remember them at all."
"So, you've lived with the Muellers for a little over 4 years and they knew how important the picture was to you?"
"Yes, sir." No tap from either, so together again.
"How did you feel when you saw the picture had been damaged?"
Alex, whose lip was quivering by now, dropped his eyes to the floor and tapped for Joey to answer, "Well, Alex got really sad, but I got really mad and said some really bad words, sir. I mean, our mom and dad had already been killed once and it was like they were killing them all over again."
I had to wipe the tears from my face, along with everyone else in the room, excepting, of course, the Muellers, who, sadly, were smiling with glee. While the judge handed some tissues to the boys, I even caught Ms. Mutchler wiping her eyes.
"Thank you, boys. You did very well. Why don't you go back and sit with your dads?" Tom and I exchanged a quick, nervous glance as the boys walked back to us and climbed into our laps. "Okay, Mr. Schmidt, do you have anything else you would like to add to what I've heard so far?"
"No, your honor. I believe all the salient points have been heard. Thank you."
"Very well. Ms. Mutchler, I believe that makes it your turn." She started to stand, but the judge waved her back into her seat. "Ma'am, please forgive me if I'm overstepping here, but do you really expect me to be believe you have a realistic legal defense to what we've just heard in this courtroom?"
She stood and replied, "We do, your honor."
"By all means, then. Please continue and enlighten me to this brilliant defense. I'm all ears, Ms. Mutchler."
"The laws on which we are basing our defense were first written well over a thousand years ago in a very important book."
"Ms. Mutchler, please tell me you aren't going to attempt to defend these two individuals based on some fanciful book I've never heard of."
"Oh, no, your honor. You know this book quite well. In fact, your bailiff has a copy of it sitting on his desk right now."
"Now I know you're yanking my chain, ma'am, because I happen to know the only book allowed on my bailiff's desk is the bible, and that is used in this court only for the swearing in of witnesses, not legal defenses."
"That is exactly the book I'm using, your honor, as those are the only laws my clients believe in and live by."
"Wrong, Ms. Mutchler!" the judge yelled while angrily pointing a finger in her direction. "And you know that. They live by the laws of this country, state, county and city. And those laws supersede anything written in that particular book. If they choose to believe what is written in the bible, they are well within their rights to do so, but I will not allow a defense to proceed based on anything that is written within said book. Do you have anything else you'd like to try such as, say, insanity or maybe diminished capacity?"
"No, your honor, this is the only defense my clients will allow me to use."
"Very well then, take your seat and quit wasting our time." The judge took a few moments to straighten the files on his desk to calm down before continuing. "I've made my decision and I'm ready to rule, but before I do, I have one more question for Mr. Sanders. Would you please rise, sir?" I handed Alex to Dylan and stood as requested. "Mr. Sanders, have you been able to get the picture of the boys' parents repaired?"
"As a matter of fact, your honor, I have. I got lucky and accidentally found the person who originally took the picture. He was not only able to reprint the one that got destroyed, but he also printed copies of all the other pictures taken the same day, including one of Joey and Alex with their parents. Both will be hung on the walls in their new bedroom once it's been repainted."
"I am so happy to hear at least one good thing today. Do you, by any chance, have the receipt for the new pictures and frames with you today?"
"I do, your honor."
"Bailiff, will you please bring me that receipt?" I pulled my wallet from my pocket, extracted the receipt for the pictures and handed it to him, and he, then, handed it to the judge. "Well, I can tell this photographer thinks very highly of his work. I do hope they turned out well."
"They are perfect, your honor. My sons couldn't have been happier when they saw them."
"Thank you, Mr. Sanders, you may be seated. Okay people, here's what's going to happen. This one really is a no-brainer as there is no defense possible when people behave like hate-filled, brain-dead automatons who believe they are still living in a time long since passed. Therefore, I'm finding the defendants, Frank and Iris Mueller, guilty on all six counts of which they've been charged. I'm ordering them to pay restitution to Mr. Sanders in the amounts of $452.89 in actual damages for what Mr. Sanders paid to get the destroyed picture reprinted and framed, and double that, $905.78, in punitive damages, the total coming to $1358.67. Furthermore, the defendants are also ordered to pay fines in the amount of $250.00 for each charge for a total of $1,500.00 to the county. The defendants are also going to pay damages for pain and mental anguish to the victims of their offenses, two young boys they were supposed to be protecting from such evil deeds, Alexander and Joseph Allison, in the amount of $10,000. Each! For a total of $20,000. Lastly, the defendants are sentenced to 250 hours community service, each, to be served at a residential facility for at-risk children in the hope that they may learn some empathy for others. I think we're done here."
I stood quickly and said, "Your honor, I have a request I'd like to make please."
"Yes, Mr. Sanders?"
"I'm well off, financially, and, by extension, so are my sons. I don't need, nor do I want, any money from the Mueller's. I'd like to request that the restitution to myself and the damages to my sons be paid, instead, to a suicide hotline that deals with gay youth."
"What an excellent idea, Mr. Sanders, thank you for that bit of inspiration. My final order in this case will reflect your wishes. With that, people, court is adjourned, go forth and sin no more."
As we started to break up and shake hands in victory, the judge rapped his gavel and said, "I'm sorry, there is one more issue that needs to be dealt with today." Everyone quickly sat back down and gave their full attention back to the judge. "I have a complaint here from the Mueller's against Deputy Wright for damage done to their home when he forcefully opened a locked bedroom door with his foot." Tom bowed his head, dreading what was coming. "Deputy, please stand and look at me." Tom followed the judge's request and looked directly into the judge's eyes.
"I understand you were in a very difficult situation that afternoon and had a tough decision to make. While I don't fully agree with your decision, I don't completely disagree with it either. You were in a tough spot, but that's a risk you take when you accept the job. Your decision to gain entry to the room in question was absolutely correct. It is the method you used to gain entry that I have a problem with. Since you admitted in this court this morning that you, how did you say it, ah, yes, `fudged the facts a bit', I am ordering you, personally, to pay damages to the Muellers to help them recoup the costs of the repairs to their home. Do you understand, Deputy?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Very well, I knew you would. You will immediately pay, directly to the Muellers, the amount of one dollar. I certainly hope that does not cause you any undue financial burden, Deputy. Anything over that, they can fight about it with their insurance company. Now, we're done, here. Everybody have a lovely day."
The judge stood and, after pausing to chat with his bailiff for a moment, walked to his chambers. I turned to Tom and pulled the boys into a four-way celebratory hug, feeling congratulatory pats on my back. I turned to offer my gratitude to Dylan and Brian for being here only to find they had already left the room. I didn't think we'd hugged that long, but I guess we did. I saw the Muellers starting to leave, pulled my wallet out and handed a dollar bill to Tom while telling him, "Better pay your debt to society, big guy." The twins laughed aloud at that.
As the Muellers walked by us on their way to the door, Tom stepped over and extended his hand holding the dollar. Frank, red-faced with rage, yanked it from Tom's hand and shredded it into confetti, then grabbed Iris' hand and stormed from the courtroom. The twins, in typical youthful fashion, were sticking out their tongues and blowing raspberries at their retreating backs as the door closed slowly behind them.
Ms. Mutchler was the next to pass us and she stopped before leaving. "I want to apologize to you for taking this case. I didn't know all the details until they had paid me their retainer. Had I known everything before that happened, I would have refused to represent them."
"You could have returned their retainer and made them hire a new lawyer," I replied.
"I know, but if I had, they might have found another lawyer who would have handled their case differently. I stuck with this case after finding out all the facts because I feel what they did was absolutely reprehensible in every way and I wanted to see them punished for it. They made that easy since they would allow me to use only biblical laws as a defense. I knew that wasn't going to be an acceptable defense, but it's what they insisted on, so that's what I did. And now they have to pay for holding onto their religious beliefs above all else and believing their god would protect them. And I'll probably be punished by the Bar for what I've done here, today, but that's a price I'm more than willing to pay."
"In that case, Ms. Mutchler, I thank you."
She then knelt and spoke to Alex and Joey. "Boys, I'm so sorry for what you've been through in your lives so far, including having to deal with the Muellers for as long as you did, but I do believe things have started looking up for you and you both have very bright futures ahead of you. Do me a favor, though, and grow up to be kind people who do good things with their lives, will you?"
"You bet, Ms. Mutchler," they said together, then gave her a hug. When the hug finally broke up, Ms. Mutchler stood, turned and walked out of the courtroom. "What now, dads?" Alex asked.
"I could use some lunch, how `bout the rest of you?" I answered.
After receiving affirmative nods from the other three, I started to lead the way out of the courtroom when the bailiff tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Sanders, if you have a few minutes, the judge would like to see you in chambers."
"Um, okay. Any idea why?" I asked, confusion flooding my mind.
"No, sir. Come with me please."
"Okay? You guys wait here, I guess?" I asked as I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll be back soon, I hope."
"Actually," the bailiff added, "he'd like to see all of you." He then turned and led four very confused individuals to the door leading to the judge's inner sanctum. After guiding us in, the bailiff turned and closed the door behind him, leaving us alone with the judge, who was finishing a phone call. He waved for us to have a seat, mouthed, "be right with you", and returned to his call. Tom and I sat in the only two empty chairs in the office and we lifted Alex and Joey into our laps to wait. When the call was finally completed, the judge hung up the phone and turned his attention to us. After a moment, he stood, walked around his desk and leaned against it, all while maintaining a rather severe frown.
I was afraid we were about to receive a tongue-lashing for some unknown offense until he swapped the frown for a beaming smile and said, "Tom, how the hell are ya'? You gave us all a helluva' scare by goin' out and gettin' yourself shot." I was shocked by this drastic change in attitude from what I'd just witnessed in the courtroom, but Tom seemed to take it in stride. The judge then stepped over to Tom, leaned over to give him a brief one-arm hug, including Joey in the show of affection. "I'm pleased as punch that you're doing so well. I really was afraid I wouldn't be seeing you this morning after hearing about last Saturday."
"I'm doing well, David, thanks for asking. It's nice to know people care. How's your wife?"
"She's just fine. I'll let her know you asked about her. Now, tell me again who's here with you today."
"This fine gentleman is my fianc�, Max Sanders, the lad on my lap is one of our sons, Joey, I think, and Max is holding onto another son, Alex. I'm pretty sure I got the boys sorted properly, but it's kinda' hard to tell sometimes." The twins nodded to show Tom identified them correctly.
"It certainly is," David agreed. "These two are about as identical as you could get, I believe." David then extended his hand towards me and added, "Max, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Slowly recovering from my shock, I shook his hand and replied, "Same, here, your honor."
"Bah, my name's David. When we're not in the courtroom, please use it. I was serious about getting tired of hearing `your honor' all day long."
"Thank you, David, I will."
David then knelt and called the boys over to him. When they were close enough, he pulled them into a hug and when the hug broke up and they stepped back, he said, "Alex, Joey, you did an excellent job answering my questions today. I hope I didn't scare you."
"Oh, no, sir," they chimed.
"Good. Sometimes, kids in my court aren't quite sure how to react to everything that's going on around them, but you two were absolutely perfect."
"Thank you, sir," they responded.
"I must say, you really do have this twin link going on, don't you?"
"Yes, sir, we do," they grinned.
"Well, try not to drive your dads crazy with it, okay," David said while ruffling their hair.
"We'll try," they grinned evilly.
"Now, would you two do me a favor, please?"
"Be happy to, sir," they chorused.
"My bailiff is sitting out in the courtroom, all by himself, eating his lunch. If I let you sit in my chair out there, would you be willing to keep him company for a few minutes while I talk to your dads?"
"You bet!" they answered, then turned and ran towards the door back to the courtroom.
David followed them and after they'd left the office, he stuck his head out and said, "Gary, I told these boys they could sit in the big chair and keep you company for a bit while I talk to their dads. You don't mind keeping an eye on them, do you?"
"Not at all, your honor, take your time."
"Thanks, Gary. We shouldn't be too long." David closed the door and returned to his chair behind the desk. "I'm glad I ended up with this case. What those two supposed adults did disgusts me. How anyone, in this day and age, can continue to think like they do is just incomprehensible."
"I agree, David, but that's the world we live in, isn't it?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes, it is. Now, the reason I asked to talk to you two alone is to let you know that I have distinct honor and pleasure of handling your adoptions of the boys."
"That's excellent, David," Tom responded, "I was hoping you'd be the one."
"Well, I've talked to Carol at the agency several times and she is really pushing things right along. Normally, it takes anywhere from eight to twelve months to be able to do everything to satisfy the state before an adoption can be finalized. At this moment, it looks like she's on track to have these wrapped up and ready to go sometime in June."
"That's great news, David," I responded. "How is she accomplishing it this quickly?" I wanted to know.
"It's due to the circumstances the boys are coming from. With the twins' parent's gone, and the other two sets of parents having their rights already stripped, that's a lot of the hassle already done. The only sticky issue is the one boy's father being unknown. Since the mother has been either unwilling or unable to name a father, we can't really just cut him out of the picture."
"That would be T.J.," I replied. "What impact will not knowing who his biological father is have on his adoption?"
"Well, I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it is to strip a parent of their rights when we don't know who they are. What will happen in T.J.'s case will be this, I'll allow the adoption to proceed with this caveat, if the biological father should, someday, suddenly crawl out from whatever hole in which he's currently hiding, we'll have to take a look at some type of possible visitation with him if he requests it. If that doesn't work out to the child's benefit, then we'll look at severing the father's rights, also."
"That leaves us in a bit of a limbo with him, doesn't it," Tom asked.
"Unfortunately, Tom, it does, but there's no way around it, either. I'll be sure the adoption decree is worded in such a way that it will preclude any chance of the biological father attempting to regain custody, but I can't really stop him from asking for visitation. If I could, I would most certainly do so, especially since he hasn't been involved in the boy's life so far."
"That's all we can ask for, David," I responded. "While I understand he may eventually decide he wants to play a part in T.J.'s life, at this point, I think T.J.'s already been through enough. I'd hate to lose my son just because biodad suddenly realizes it's time to grow up."
"Well, I'm working under the assumption that the boy's mother doesn't know who the father is. If that is truly the case, then, whoever he may be, he probably doesn't even know he has a son. And personally, I think that's best for all involved."
"We do, too," I replied.
"One more question for you two before I send you on your way. Have you set a date for your wedding?"
"Not yet, David," Tom answered. "We've had too much going on to think about it much."
"Well, if I'm not being too presumptuous, I would be honored if you'd allow me officiate the ceremony, whenever it happens."
"Really, David?" Tom asked. "I assumed you'd want to steer clear of that."
"Why should I? Gay marriage is legal now, isn't it? Why shouldn't I be allowed to help two people who love each other tie the knot?"
"No real reason, I guess. I just figured the politics of the situation might scare you off."
"Bullshit, Tom. I may be an elected judge, but it's still my job to uphold the law, even the ones people don't agree with."
"Then we'd be honored to have you perform our ceremony, David," I responded. "As soon as we set a date, we'll let you know. We plan to have the ceremony at our house, hopefully in May. I want it warm enough we can enjoy an outdoor event, but I also want us legal before the adoption so both our names can be included in the paperwork."
"It's a date then. I'll let Margie know so she can start planning what we'll wear and ensure we have the date open. Make sure you let me know what date you pick, and the sooner, the better. Well, I think that's I all I had today. I just wanted to give you a heads up as to what your future holds. Why don't you two get on out of here and take your sons to lunch?"
"That's exactly what we were talking about when your bailiff stopped us. But, since we're here, David, I have a question I'd like to ask you."
"Go right ahead, Max. You don't mind if I call you Max, do you?"
"Please do. When your bailiff announced the start of court this morning, he said your last name is Corgan. Are you and your family from the area?"
"Sure are. I grew up in Virden and lived there the first twenty years of my life, then moved to Springfield after graduating college to open my own law firm. Why do you ask?"
"Well, some years ago, after I bought my property, I was clearing some walking trails through the trees that surround the house I'd had built. In the northeast corner of the eighteen acres, I found an old, rundown, overgrown family cemetery. This may be just coincidence, but after hearing you grew up in the area, I don't think so anymore."
"What the devil are you talking about, Max?"
"Yeah, come on, babe, get to the point already," Tom interjected.
"The family name on the graves in that cemetery is Corgan, also. I believe you may be related."
"Oh, my god, you found it!? I've been searching for it for years and never come close. When can I come out and see it?"
"You might want to wait a couple weeks for that, David. I don't go out there in the winter and I'm sure it's still covered with snow. Give us a couple weeks of warmer weather, and you'll be able to actually see something besides a big pile of this nasty white stuff."
"Please, let me know when you think it will be melted off. My dad told me stories about that old cemetery when I was you your sons age and I promised him years ago I'd find it for him. And I've failed at that task for well over thirty years, now. It'll be nice to finally be able to follow through on that promise."
"We'll look forward to it, David. As soon I'm sure we can get out there without slogging through snow and mud, I'll let you know."
"Thank, you, Max. After I see it and make sure it's the cemetery my father told me about, I'd like to bring him out with me some time."
"You're welcome at our home anytime, David."
"Excellent. Now, get out of here and go feed those boys. It's almost one and I'm sure they're starving."
"No doubt they are, I don't think I've seen a minute pass when they aren't hungry for something."
We all stood, shook hands and as Tom and I turned to collect our boys, the Judge added, "Tom, don't forget, our monthly poker night is coming up. I hope you can make it."
Tom turned back and answered, "We'll see what happens, David. It might be tough for us to find someone willing to corral five wild boys."
"Well, you better start looking now. I want both of you there, it's my turn to win back some of my money," David laughed as we entered the courtroom. When Alex and Joey saw us, they hopped out of the judge's chair and ran to meet us. "Boys," David began, "it was a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to seeing you again and meeting your brothers, also."
"Thanks for helping us today, sir," Alex replied.
"Yeah, it was nice to see the Mueller's get what they deserved," Joey added.
With that, we headed for the exit, the boys turning to wave to the judge as we passed through the doors. In the hall, I asked, "Okay, guys, where do you want to go for lunch?"
"How about, Longhorn," Tom asked.
"I was thinking of something a bit lighter, Tom. Then maybe we can back to town later with the others and have a celebration dinner together. How does that sound?"
"Good idea, Max, I can live with that. How `bout you two?" Tom asked the twins.
"Sounds great," Alex answered.
"Can we go to Uncle Ronnie's?" Joey asked.
"Where the heck is Uncle Ronnie's," I asked. "Don't think I've ever heard of that place."
"Sure ya' have, dad. Uncle Ronnie's is what we call McDonald's."
"Well, you learn something new every day," I commented. "Uncle Ronnie's, it is then." We stopped at one on the way home and after eating a quick bite, headed on home so we could be there when the others got off the bus. As soon as I made the turn into our driveway, Alex and Joey began to remove their clothes and by the time I'd pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us, they were nude. "Um, don't you two think you're rushing things just a bit."
"NO! We hate having to wear clothes," Joey answered.
"Yeah, I wish we never had to leave home," Alex added as we climbed out of the car.
"Well, I don't really disagree with either of you, but can you please not get undressed until we're in the house? What if somebody had been here, waiting for us, when we pulled in?"
"Well, I guess they'd get to see two naked boys, dad," Joey answered.
"Yeah, big thrill, right, o-o-o-h, look at our tiny little dicks." Alex laughed as he wiggled his hips to make his penis bounce wildly.
"Be that as it may, boys, you have to remember my dad is looking for any possible reason he can find to get you removed from here, so please, don't push things. If you can't behave, then maybe I'll have to change the house rules and we'll all start wearing clothes all the time. Do you want that?"
"No, you can't do that!" Joey yelled.
"Keep it up and watch me. Now, get your skinny little asses in the house."
"Yes, sir!" Alex responded with a little salute.
I stood there and shook my head as the two marched into the house and turned into their room to drop their clothes while Tom and I walked by on the way to our room to change. "I picked `em up yesterday so it's your turn today, babe," Tom said as we crossed the threshold to our bedroom. I nodded my assent and instead of just getting undressed, I pulled on sweats and a shirt since it was almost time to meet the bus. We headed back to the living room to relax for a few before time to pick up the others.
"I think I'm going to call mom and see how things are going in there. I haven't heard anything since I dropped her off the other night." Before I could dial the number, the twins came in asked what was for supper. "Hey, we just finished lunch 30 minutes ago," I responded. "Let's give that a while to settle in before we start worrying about the next meal, okay?"
"Okay," Joey groaned.
"By the way, I didn't see a guest list last night for your birthday party next week like you said I would. Why don't you take care of that right now while I call mama Rose and before your brothers get here? Pen and paper are in the junk drawer in the kitchen."
"Oh, yeah, c'mon Joey, let's go." They took off for the kitchen and then settled in at the dining room table to make their list.
I dialed mom and dad's number and after three rings, mom answered the phone. "Hi, mom, how're you doing?"
"Not too well, son, your dad's in a downright nasty mood, today."
"Why, what's happened?" I asked innocently.
"I'm not 100% certain, but I think that lawyer he hired has backed out. All he's done since the guy called this morning is bitch, bitch again and then bitch some more."
"Well, while I'm sorry for him, I have to say, I'm happy for us," I replied, still acting like I didn't have a clue what was going on.
"I am, too, son, the whole thing was just ridiculous. I can't believe he even tried it and I'm glad the lawyer quit. Maybe, now, you and your father can work this out together."
"I'd love to do that mom, if only he'd talk to me. You saw how he was the other day, he hardly said two words to me the whole time he was here and what he did say was just mean-spirited."
"Just be glad you don't have to live with him anymore. I swear, if I didn't still love him, I'd be looking for somewhere else to live right now. I don't know how much more of his attitude I can take."
"Mom, don't talk like that. We'll work this out."
"I don't know son, he's gotten to be almost impossible to live with. I've started sleeping in your sister's old room just to get away from him for a few hours a day."
"Oh, mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was that bad. I'd offer to let you come stay with us for a while, but with rooms being redone, I don't have an extra bed right now."
"I had a thought earlier today, but I wasn't sure how I could make it work."
"What's that, mom?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"Well, I really took a liking to Bill and Estelle when we met the other day. They both seem like such nice, down-to earth folks. I thought maybe I could go down to Pere Marquette, stay in the lodge, spend some time with them and get to know them better since they're going to be joining the family soon. Do you think they'd like a visitor?"
"Hang on, mom, Tom's sitting right next to me, let me ask him." I covered the phone and asked Tom if he thought his parents would like a visitor. After receiving a positive response from him, I went back to mom. "Mom, he's sure they'd love for you to come down. They stayed quite a bit later after I took you home the other night and they said they really liked you, too."
"Well, as much I hate to leave your father alone when he's like this, I just can't put up with anymore of his bullshit right now and I just need to get away from him for a while. I know staying in the lodge won't be that cheap, but it's the best idea I could think of."
"I think it's a great idea, mom. Tell you what, I have to go pick up the boys from the bus in just a minute. When we get back, I'll have Tom call his parents and see what they say. Once we have their answer, we'll call you back, okay?"
"That'd be great, Max. I appreciate anything you can do to get me out of here for a while. Maybe, once he cools down and comes to his senses, I can come back."
"We'll make the call in a bit and let you know what we find out."
"Thank you, son, I love you."
"I love you too, mom." I hung up the phone and let Tom know we were calling his parents when I got back with T.J., Mike and Andy. Just as I stood to grab a coat and shoes, Joey and Alex appeared, waving a piece of paper. "Is this the guest list for your birthday party?"
"Yep, time for you to get busy, dad," Alex smiled.
"Let me go pick up your brothers from the bus, first. Then when we're back, Tom and I need to make a call. Once we're done with that, we'll figure out supper, okay?"
"Cool, dad," Joey answered.
"This is gonna' be great," Alex added as they took off to their room.
"Don't forget, you two will probably have some homework to deal with," I called to their rapidly retreating backsides. I looked to Tom and said, "Be back in a few with the other monkeys."
"I'll be right here, babe. This book is getting good."
Since there were only three boys to retrieve today, I hopped in the Shelby and headed to the end of the drive. After about a two-minute wait, I saw the bus finally coming up the road, so I got out of the car to wait for our boys. When the bus stopped and Carl opened the door, the three boys that live here flew off the bus and ran madly towards me. I managed to get off a quick wave to Carl just before I was mugged by all three wild things. "C'mon, boys, hop in." After all were settled, I turned the car around and headed back to the house. "Good day, guys?" I asked.
"Not too bad, dad," Mike answered.
"Yeah, Mark's mom finally gave in and he's got our haircut now," Andy said. "He said she said she was tired of listenin' to him beg."
"Billy's still working on his mom. He thinks she's close to givin' in, too," Mike added
"Cool. How `bout you T.J.? Did you get Joey and Alex's homework for them?"
"Yep, but I think they screwed up."
"Why's that?"
"Well, they gave me a fourth-grade math book along with their regular book."
"Oh, good, I wasn't sure they'd still do it since they weren't at school today."
"What's that all about, dad," T.J. asked.
"Well, they're bored with their work in math right now, they say it's too easy for them. So, I talked to Mr. Furman and he agreed to give them the next level book to see what they do with it."
"Man, I wish I was that smart," T.J. moaned.
"You're plenty smart, young man, just in different ways," I said as I ruffled his hair. "Hey, don't you have new spelling words this week, T.J.? I haven't seen you working on them."
"Yeah, I do, but they're all pretty easy this week."
"Well, while the twins are working on their homework, why don't you bring me the list and I'll quiz you on them."
"Okay, dad, sounds good."
After pulling in the garage and closing the door, we got out of the car to head back inside. Unbeknownst to me, Mike and Andy had stripped off their clothes on the way back to the house.
"Hey! Why you guys naked, already?" T.J. asked.
"We couldn't wait `til we got in the house," Andy giggled.
"I didn't know we could get undressed in the car," Mike whined. He dropped his backpack on the floor and stripped off right there in the garage. While carrying their clothes in one hand and backpacks in the other, we headed into the house. I could do nothing but shake my head in disbelief at the monsters I'd created. I finally decided, what the hell, and started pulling my shirt over my head as I closed the door to the house. I moved carefully down the hall, kicking off my shoes, dropping my sweats and picking up my discarded clothing as I got closer to the living room. By the time I got to the end of the hallway, I was comfortable in my own skin, again, and Tom did a double-take as I rounded the corner, dropped my clothes by the fireplace and took my chair next to him.
"Taking lessons from the boys, I see," he commented sarcastically.
"When in Rome, Tom," I laughed. "Boys!" I hollered, "bring any homework and let's get it done." The fantastic five came charging down the hall and headed to the kitchen to set up for homework and snacks. "C'mon, big guy, let's get the snacks going, see if we can stave off starvation for a few minutes."
"Lead the way, boss." We set up a snack of cookies and small glasses of milk for the boys while they started their work.
"T.J., hand me your word list and we'll get that out of the way." I took the list from him and proceeded to give him the words in random order. Despite mumbling around mouthfuls of cookie at times, it sounded to me like he got them all correct on the first try, tonight. "Good job, son. I'd say you're ready to ace another one tomorrow."
"Told ya' they were all easy this week. But thanks for telling me to write `em down when I start workin' on `em, that helps a lot, dad."
"I have to be honest with you, T.J., that wasn't my idea. When I was your age and struggling with my spelling words, that's what my mom told me to do. It helped me then, and I'm glad I could pass it on to you now."
"I'll have to thank her then, too."
"She'd like that, young man. Andy, are Mike and T.J. being good? They aren't bugging you about doing things you don't want to do, are they."
"No, sir," he blushed.
"Andy, there's no reason to be embarrassed. We talk about anything and everything in this family. A well-informed mind makes good decisions."
"I know, but it's so different from mom and Russ. They'd never talked about that stuff. Not to me, anyway."
"Anytime you have a question about anything, ask it. One of the rules I've lived by my whole life is `there's no such thing as dumb question, except for one that's not asked'. Got it?"
"Yeah, dad."
"Good. Also, you have an appointment with a doctor next Friday afternoon to check out that problem you're having."
"Da-a-a-ad, please," Andy whined.
"What's he goin' to the doctor for," Mike asked.
I looked to Andy and asked, "Is it okay if I tell him? Or do you want to?"
"Oh, go ahead," Andy answered, turning bright pink, again, and burying his face in hands.
I looked back to Mike to answer his question, "Andy has a slight problem with his foreskin. It's not pulling back all the way."
"Oh, that's no big deal," T.J. responded. "I had the same problem for a while, but it's fine now."
"And just how did the problem get resolved?"
"Huh?"
"How did it get fixed, T.J.?"
"Oh, I just kept playin' with it and after about six months of that, it slipped right back. It was a lot of fun," he giggled. We all enjoyed a good chuckle with that. "Hey, Andy, I could help fix yours, if you want. I know how to do it."
"Um, thanks for that kind offer T.J., but let's have the doctor check him out and see what he says first," I interrupted before the conversation went off the deep end. "I want to make sure what's going on before anybody does anything, got it."
"Yeah, dad, hands off," he replied glumly.
Tom tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to Alex and Joey at the far end of the bar counter, who, uncharacteristically for them, had been rather quiet so far. I looked in their direction to find their heads buried in the fourth-grade math text, furiously scribbling numbers on the paper next to them. I walked over to take a closer look and was amazed to see they were working on problems in the middle of the book with no difficulties at all. I looked back at Tom and just shook my head while saying, "Told you they'd surprise us, didn't I?"
"Didn't doubt it for a second. That just blows my mind. I suck at math. Maybe they could help me out"
"You'll have to ask what they charge for tutoring, see if you can afford their rates," I laughed. "I'll check their answers when they're done and see how they did. Now, where did I leave their guest list for the party?"
"I think it's on the table by the fireplace, Max," Tom answered.
"Right, thanks. Who's done with their snack?" Mike raised his hand in response. "Do me a favor please and go grab that list of names off the table in the living room."
"Sure thing, dad." He climbed off the bar stool, zipped to the living room and was back in a flash, waving the sheet of paper in his hand. "Here ya' go, dad."
"Thank you, son." I took the list from him and gave it a quick glance. It appeared at first glance there were more than twelve names written, and, after counting, I discovered there were actually sixteen. "Um, `scuse me, Joey, Alex. I thought we agreed to no more than twelve guests."
"We did, but once we had the twelve listed, we realized we had all the boys in our class but four," Joey answered.
"Yeah," Alex added, "we don't want to leave any out if we don't have to. We hoped you'd be okay with it."
"That's a good reason to stretch the limit, boys, and I agree with you. Fortunately, it's only four more kids and not fourteen. I'll start working on parent's names and numbers tomorrow. Thanks." I turned to Tom and asked, "Hey, why don't we call your mom and dad while we wait for the boys to finish their snacks and homework?"
"I'm game, living room or study?"
"Living room's fine." I lead the way and after we took our chairs by the fireplace, Tom dialed the number and switched to the phone speaker.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace," Bill answered.
"Hey, dad, it's Tom. How ya' doin'?"
"We're just peachy, Tom, what's up? You guys haven't changed your mind about selling us a tiny corner of paradise, have you?"
"Not a chance, old man. But, we have a little bit of a problem brewing up here and wanted to see if you and mom would be interested in helping out." | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 40</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><span>Chapter 40 � Justice Served</span></h2>
<p><span>"Good
morning, your honor," Mr. Schmidt began, "The state intends to show, through the
testimony provided by our witnesses today, that the defendants in this case,
Mr. Frank and Mrs. Iris Mueller, did, indeed, obstruct two officers of the law
from performing their duties and also destroyed private property that was not
their own. We are asking the court to sentence the defendants in a manner that
is consistent with their offenses and to ensure their compliance with the laws
of this state in the future. Thank you, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Short
and to the point as always, Mr. Schmidt. Thank you. Ms. Mutchler, anything to
say in your client's defense at this moment?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, your honor, but I'll reserve my opening comments until it is time to begin
our defense."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
is certainly within your prerogative. Mr. Schmidt, please call your first
witness."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor. We call Sangamon County Deputy Tom Wright." Tom stood slowly,
walked to the witness chair and sat down again.</span></p>
<p><span>"Before
you're sworn in, are you sure you're up for this Deputy?" the judge asked while
lightly touching his own scalp and after receiving a curt nod from the blushing
Deputy in response, he continued, "Bailiff, please swear the witness."</span></p>
<p><span>The
bailiff stood and asked, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and
nothing but the truth, so help you God?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
will."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ask
your questions, Mr. Schmidt."</span></p>
<p><span>"Deputy
Wright, thank you for joining us today after your recent injury. We're all happy
to see you doing so well. I'll make this easy for you today, Deputy. Instead
of me asking a whole bunch of questions, why don't you just tell us of the
events as you witnessed them on the afternoon of Saturday, February 22 of this
year?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
took a deep breath and began telling his story of the day we met at the
Mueller's to retrieve Joey and Alex's belongings. As I listened to him, I was
amazed at how closely this telling of the events of that afternoon matched his
recitation of the events to Dylan when he first arrived at the Mueller's home.
Everyone in the court gave a little chuckle when Tom described kicking in the
door to the twins' former bedroom. Well, everyone but the Muellers and Ms. Mutchler
that is. The judge appeared to be getting angrier and angrier the more he
heard. Tom finally ended with the three of us leaving the Mueller's on the way
to my house.</span></p>
<p><span>When
Tom ended his narration, the judge asked, "Any more questions, Mr. Schmidt?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at this time, your honor, I think he has covered everything in his account that
I planned to ask."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well." Tom started to rise, but the judge held out a hand and said, "Hang on
there, young man, I didn't say you were excused, just yet. I have a question
I'd like to ask for clarification of a particular point."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
your honor," Tom answered as he sat back down.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
question I have for you is this, did you truly believe that the best option of
obtaining access to the bedroom in question was to kick the door in?" the judge
grinned.</span></p>
<p><span>"At
that particular moment, I did, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
response, then, begs another question. Would you please explain your reasoning
in reaching that conclusion, Deputy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
be happy to, your honor. The situation was charged with tension from both
sides. The Muellers and Mr. Sanders were quite unhappy with each other and I
felt like I was sitting on a powder keg between them, just waiting for one of
them to strike a match and light the fuse. When Mr. Sanders discovered the
door to the bedroom was locked, the key supposedly `lost', and requested my
assistance, I needed to make a decision. Should I call a locksmith to open the
door and prolong a volatile situation with the potential risk of violence
erupting, or, should I open the door as quickly as possible myself in an effort
to resolve the situation in the shortest time possible? With the complete lack
of cooperation provided by the defendants that afternoon, and with time being
of the essence, I chose the latter course of action to reduce the time the
parties were involved with each other. I may have fudged the facts a bit,
claiming I heard a cry for help from inside the room, but given the same
situation today, I would do the exact same thing, defuse the conflict as
quickly as possible to prevent a <i>difficult</i> situation from becoming a <i>violent</i>
situation."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Deputy. That was a well-reasoned response to my inquiry. Now, I have one
last question for you. Did you say, wait one second, I want to read this
directly from the defendant's complaint to make sure I get it right." The
judge picked up a file from his desk and shuffled through a few pages before
continuing. "Ah, yes, here it is, did you actually say, `I absolutely love
this part of the job', just before you kicked in the door, as the defendant's
claim?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
looked to the floor for just a moment before answering, then lifted his head
and answered proudly, "Yes, your honor, I did."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you for telling the truth today, Deputy, not that I expected any less from
you. Regardless of the possible consequences. Any questions for this witness,
Ms. Mutchler?"</span></p>
<p><span>She
rose and replied, "Not at this time, your honor, but I reserve the right to
recall him."</span></p>
<p><span>"So
noted. Thank you, Deputy. <i>Now</i> you are excused and may retake your seat.
Mr. Schmidt, next witness, please."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor, we would like to call Sergeant Dylan Brock." Dylan stood and
started to walk to the hot seat, but before he'd moved two feet, the judge held
up a hand and Dylan froze.</span></p>
<p><span>"Stay
right there, sir." He turned to the bailiff and said, "Swear him in, please."
Once Dylan swore to tell the truth, the judge continued, "I'm going to make
this easy for you, Sergeant, just to move us along a little bit. Are you about
to offer any testimony that will substantially differ from or add to what we've
already heard from Deputy Wright?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't believe so, your honor. Deputy Wright was quite thorough and accurate,
as usual."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine,
take your seat, Sergeant. There, see how easy that was?" he asked with a
slight grin. The judge looked to Mr. Schmidt and asked, "Is Mr. Marks next on
your list?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
Marks, please stand, but stay where you are." Brian stood and waited for the
judge to continue. "Bailiff, swear him in." The bailiff did as requested and
the judge continued. "Mr. Marks, I assume you have nothing much different to
add, but I do have one question for you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Y-y-ye-e-s,
your honor?" Brian stammered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
you please tell me why you were present for these events?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir. My supervisor, Carol Ward, called me that afternoon and requested I be at
the Mueller's to assist Mr. Sanders in retrieving the boys' belongings."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
why did she make that request, Mr. Marks?"</span></p>
<p><span>"From
what I've been told, it was due to something that happened the night before
when Mr. Sanders picked up the boys. She felt the Muellers could be difficult
when Mr. Sanders arrived at their home. Due to my size, she thought my
presence would be helpful. As it turns out, she was right, as usual," Brian
smiled as finished his response.</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
that as it may, Mr. Marks, do you know <i>what</i> happened the night before
that caused Ms. Ward to reach her conclusion there could possibly be problems?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
been told about it your honor, but I wasn't present, myself, to witness it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mr. Marks. Any questions from the lawyers in the room? ... Good, who's
next Mr. Schmidt?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
Sanders is our next witness, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
Sanders, would you please join me up here?" I stood, walked slowly to the
witness' chair and sat down, nervous as hell. "Bailiff, swear him in, please?"</span></p>
<p><span>The
bailiff stood and asked the famous question, "Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
took a deep breath and answered, "No, sir, I do not." The bailiff blinked at
me a couple of times in surprise and the judge coughed in disbelief.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
just what do you mean by that, Mr. Sanders?" The judge asked.</span></p>
<p><span>I
turned to the judge to answer his query. "I'm sorry, your honor, but I am an atheist,
and as such, I refuse to swear to something in which I have no belief."</span></p>
<p><span>"Understood,
Mr. Sanders. Thank you for your explanation. Bailiff, please use the
alternate oath."</span></p>
<p><span>The
bailiff picked up a small card from his desk and recited, "Do you
solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence you present
shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
do. Thank you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr.
Schmidt, you may continue," the judge said.</span></p>
<p><span>"If
it pleases your honor, I would like Mr. Sanders to relate the events of the evening
before as it provides important background information you will need when
rendering your decision."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well, please begin, Mr. Sanders. Oh, and please try and refrain from
editorializing, just the facts."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor. I recently began the process of adopting four and, now, possibly
five boys. I am working with the child services agency where Carol Ward and
Brian Marks work to make that happen. I had made arrangements with the agency to
have four of the boys spend a weekend at my home, along with Ms. Ward, to see
how we all got along and make sure the boys would be okay with growing up in my
home. Since the four boys lived with three different foster parents, Carol made
advance arrangements with the foster parents to meet us at a Steak `n Shake for
supper and pick up the boys there instead of trying to stop at each home to get
them individually. Carol and I arrived first and staked a claim to several
tables to ensure we'd have enough room for anybody who might want to join us
for supper.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
first to arrive was T.J. with his foster-mom Nancy. Though invited to join us
for supper, Nancy declined and left T.J. with Carol and me. The next to arrive
were Mike and his foster-dad, Paul. Paul accepted my invitation to join us for
the meal and he and Mike took seats on the opposite side of the table. Last to
arrive were Mr. & Mrs. Mueller along with Alex and Joey. After asking if
they'd like to join us for the meal, the Muellers accepted and also took a seat
at the table. We chatted for a bit before our server came to take our orders.
After the server left to place our orders with the kitchen, we continued chatting
and eventually Mr. Mueller asked me where my wife was.</span></p>
<p><span>"Before
I could answer the question myself, one of the twins, I think it was Alex, did
it for me by informing half the restaurant that I don't have a wife because I'm
gay." The judge raised his eyebrows a bit with that comment before I
continued. "I believe it was Paul who then asked the twins whether they `had a
problem with that', or something to that effect, and they both announced to the
entire restaurant they shouldn't since they are gay, also." The judge took a
moment, looked to Joey and Alex who nodded in agreement, then returned his eyes
to me so I could press on. "Mr. Mueller took umbrage with their statement and
said that they were too young to `know that' about themselves. </span></p>
<p><span>"They
both looked at me and one, I'm not sure which, asked me when I knew I was gay.
I was embarrassed beyond belief to be having this conversation in a Steak `n
Shake, but still answered the question, explaining I knew when I was about
seven or eight. They then turned back to Mr. Mueller and, again, I don't know
which one said it, but he told Mr. Mueller that they `can too know who they
are'. Mr. Mueller then accused me a being a pervert and said my adopting kids
wasn't right. He then decided that he and Mrs. Mueller should leave and he
attempted to get the twins to leave with him. When they refused, he told Ms.
Ward that the boys would not be welcome back in their home if they thought they
were `like that', also. The two of them left and the rest of us enjoyed our
supper. That's basically it, your honor.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mr. Sanders. You painted just the picture I expected to see after reading
the case file. Is there anything else you would like to add to your testimony
this morning?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
one more thing, your honor. This is something Tom, um, Deputy Wright didn't
mention, but I think it's very important as to why we are here today. After
Sergeant Brock arrived at the Muellers home and spoke to them, he came back to
where Deputy Wright, Mr. Marks and myself waited on the porch. He told us the
Muellers had been very busy and were trying to remove all traces of, and I
won't forget this until the day I die, `those little bastard pervert faggots'
from their home." I could see tears starting to form in the boys' eyes as Tom
wrapped an arm around Alex and Dylan held onto Joey.</span></p>
<p><span>The
judge turned to Dylan and asked, "Is that true, Sergeant Brock? Did the
defendants actually say that to you?"</span></p>
<p><span>Dylan
let go of Joey, stood and replied, "Yes, your honor, word for word." </span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Sergeant, please be seated." Dylan retook his seat and wrapped an arm
back around Joey. The judge then returned his attention to me and said, "Thank
you for that information, Mr. Sanders." The judge turned to the attorneys and
asked, "Any questions from either of you for Mr. Sanders?", paused for just a
moment, and then continued, "No? I didn't think so." He looked back to me and
said, "Thank you, sir. You are excused. Please, go back and sit with your
sons, they need you right now." I quickly moved back to our pew, knelt in
front of Alex and Joey and gave them biggest hug I'd ever give anyone. The
judge then said, "Okay, that gives me a good overview of how we got to the
obstruction charges. Who amongst you would like to explain the destruction of
property charges to me?" </span></p>
<p><span>Joey
and Alex each wiggled an arm through my hug and raised their hands. I leaned
back, looked in their eyes and whispered, "You sure about this?", to which I
received emphatic nods from both. I let them go and took my seat next to Tom.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
boys, if you two have something you'd like to tell me, it must be important.
Why don't you come sit up here next to me so I won't miss a single word?" With
grim determination etched on their faces, the two slowly walked, holding hands,
to the witness chair, sat in it together and turned to face the judge. I
noticed that each had placed a hand on his brother's leg. "Do we need another
chair or will you be okay in just the one?" the judge asked kindly.</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be just fine, sir. Thanks for asking," they answered together.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
then. Since you are both under age, we can't swear you in as we did with the
adults, but I have to make sure you both understand that I need to hear the
truth today."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
nothing but the truth, your honor," they chorused without looking at each
other.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
First, you may call me sir, if you'd like. Even though I've earned it, I do
get tired of hearing `your honor' all day. Second, I'm going to ask you a few
questions. I want you to ignore all the other people in this room and speak
only to me, understand."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir," Joey answered. I noticed Alex had tapped Joey's leg with his index
finger before he answered. I tapped Tom's shoulder and mouthed, "watch their
hands".</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
now before we get started, would you please tell me which of you is Joseph and
which is Alexander?"</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
tapped Joey's leg. "I'm Joseph, sir, but I go by Joey."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
I'm Alexander, sir, and I prefer Alex."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
Joey and Alex it is, then. Now, you two aren't pulling that old twin trick and
swapping things around on me, are you?" the judge asked with a grin, eliciting
a return grin from the boys.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no, sir," they answered together. No tap on either leg.</span></p>
<p><span>"One
more easy question before we get to the harder ones, okay?" Both responded with
a simple nod. "Do the two of you have that connection I've read about that some
twins share?"</span></p>
<p><span>They
grinned and answered in unison, "Yes, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
thought as much from the way you've answered my questions so far. Here's what
I need you to do, though. When I ask a question, while it's for both of you, I
want only one of you to speak at a time. Can you do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
tapped Alex's leg and Alex answered, "Yes, sir. That's why we each have a hand
on the other's leg." The judge looked down and saw what Alex said was true.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah,
I see you know how to deal with this, then. Excellent, let's move on. Will
you please tell me what property got destroyed?"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
tapped and Alex answered, "It was a picture of our parents, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
what, exactly, happened to the picture?"</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
tapped, so Joey answered this time, "It had been shredded, sir, it looked like
a puzzle."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
assume that's not the way it was when you last saw it?"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
tapped, Alex's turn to answer, "No, sir. When we left the Mueller's Friday afternoon
to spend the weekend with our new dad...," Alex tapped Joey's leg, who continued,
"...it was in one piece and hanging on the wall in our room in a frame."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
see. How did you discover the picture had been shredded?"</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
tapped so Joey started this time, "It was in the bottom of one of the trash
bags...," Joey tapped for Alex to continue, "...the Muellers had put our stuff in."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
when your dad went to pick up your things, it had all been put into trash
bags?" He looked to the Muellers and his face radiated nothing but anger and disgust.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir," they answered together, then Alex tapped and Joey added, "Sorry, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
take it this picture it very important to you."</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
tapped and Alex answered, "Yes, sir, it's all we had left to remind us of who our
parents were." I could see tears starting to well up in Alex's eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
how long have you lived with the Muellers?"</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
tapped for Alex to answer this one, also. "Since our parents died, sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
you tell me about your parents?"</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
tapped and Joey answered, "They were killed in a car wreck when we were four,
so we don't remember them that well...," Joey tapped Alex to take over, "...and if
we didn't have their picture, we probably wouldn't remember them at all."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
you've lived with the Muellers for a little over 4 years and they knew how
important the picture was to you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir." No tap from either, so together again.</span></p>
<p><span>"How
did you feel when you saw the picture had been damaged?"</span></p>
<p><span>Alex,
whose lip was quivering by now, dropped his eyes to the floor and tapped for
Joey to answer, "Well, Alex got really sad, but I got really mad and said some really
bad words, sir. I mean, our mom and dad had already been killed once and it
was like they were killing them all over again." </span></p>
<p><span>I
had to wipe the tears from my face, along with everyone else in the room, excepting,
of course, the Muellers, who, sadly, were smiling with glee. While the judge handed
some tissues to the boys, I even caught Ms. Mutchler wiping her eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, boys. You did very well. Why don't you go back and sit with your dads?"
Tom and I exchanged a quick, nervous glance as the boys walked back to us and
climbed into our laps. "Okay, Mr. Schmidt, do you have anything else you would
like to add to what I've heard so far?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
your honor. I believe all the salient points have been heard. Thank you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well. Ms. Mutchler, I believe that makes it your turn." She started to stand,
but the judge waved her back into her seat. "Ma'am, please forgive me if I'm
overstepping here, but do you really expect me to be believe you have a
realistic <i>legal</i> defense to what we've just heard in this courtroom?"</span></p>
<p><span>She
stood and replied, "We do, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"By
all means, then. Please continue and enlighten me to this brilliant defense. I'm
all ears, Ms. Mutchler."</span></p>
<p><span>"The
laws on which we are basing our defense were first written well over a thousand
years ago in a very important book."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ms.
Mutchler, please tell me you aren't going to attempt to defend these two
individuals based on some fanciful book I've never heard of."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no, your honor. You know this book quite well. In fact, your bailiff has a
copy of it sitting on his desk right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now
I know you're yanking my chain, ma'am, because I happen to know the only book allowed
on my bailiff's desk is the bible, and that is used in this court only for the swearing
in of witnesses, not legal defenses."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
is exactly the book I'm using, your honor, as those are the only laws my
clients believe in and live by."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wrong,
Ms. Mutchler!" the judge yelled while angrily pointing a finger in her
direction. "And you know that. They live by the laws of this country, state,
county and city. And those laws supersede anything written in that particular book.
If they choose to believe what is written in the bible, they are well within
their rights to do so, but I will not allow a defense to proceed based on
anything that is written within said book. Do you have anything else you'd
like to try such as, say, insanity or maybe diminished capacity?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
your honor, this is the only defense my clients will allow me to use."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well then, take your seat and quit wasting our time." The judge took a few
moments to straighten the files on his desk to calm down before continuing. "I've
made my decision and I'm ready to rule, but before I do, I have one more
question for Mr. Sanders. Would you please rise, sir?" I handed Alex to Dylan
and stood as requested. "Mr. Sanders, have you been able to get the picture of
the boys' parents repaired?"</span></p>
<p><span>"As
a matter of fact, your honor, I have. I got lucky and accidentally found the
person who originally took the picture. He was not only able to reprint the
one that got destroyed, but he also printed copies of all the other pictures
taken the same day, including one of Joey and Alex with their parents. Both
will be hung on the walls in their new bedroom once it's been repainted."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
am so happy to hear at least one good thing today. Do you, by any chance, have
the receipt for the new pictures and frames with you today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
do, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Bailiff,
will you please bring me that receipt?" I pulled my wallet from my pocket,
extracted the receipt for the pictures and handed it to him, and he, then,
handed it to the judge. "Well, I can tell this photographer thinks very highly
of his work. I do hope they turned out well."</span></p>
<p><span>"They
are perfect, your honor. My sons couldn't have been happier when they saw
them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mr. Sanders, you may be seated. Okay people, here's what's going to
happen. This one really is a no-brainer as there is no defense possible when
people behave like hate-filled, brain-dead automatons who believe they are still
living in a time long since passed. Therefore, I'm finding the defendants,
Frank and Iris Mueller, guilty on all six counts of which they've been
charged. I'm ordering them to pay restitution to Mr. Sanders in the amounts of
$452.89 in actual damages for what Mr. Sanders paid to get the destroyed
picture reprinted and framed, and double that, $905.78, in punitive damages,
the total coming to $1358.67. Furthermore, the defendants are also ordered to
pay fines in the amount of $250.00 for each charge for a total of $1,500.00 to
the county. The defendants are also going to pay damages for pain and mental
anguish to the victims of their offenses, two young boys they were supposed to
be protecting from such evil deeds, Alexander and Joseph Allison, in the amount
of $10,000. Each! For a total of $20,000. Lastly, the defendants are
sentenced to 250 hours community service, each, to be served at a residential
facility for at-risk children in the hope that they may learn some empathy for
others. I think we're done here."</span></p>
<p><span>I
stood quickly and said, "Your honor, I have a request I'd like to make please."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
Mr. Sanders?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
well off, financially, and, by extension, so are my sons. I don't need, nor do
I want, any money from the Mueller's. I'd like to request that the restitution
to myself and the damages to my sons be paid, instead, to a suicide hotline
that deals with gay youth."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
an excellent idea, Mr. Sanders, thank you for that bit of inspiration. My
final order in this case will reflect your wishes. With that, people, court is
adjourned, go forth and sin no more."</span></p>
<p><span>As
we started to break up and shake hands in victory, the judge rapped his gavel
and said, "I'm sorry, there is one more issue that needs to be dealt with today."
Everyone quickly sat back down and gave their full attention back to the
judge. "I have a complaint here from the Mueller's against Deputy Wright for
damage done to their home when he forcefully opened a locked bedroom door with
his foot." Tom bowed his head, dreading what was coming. "Deputy, please
stand and look at me." Tom followed the judge's request and looked directly
into the judge's eyes. </span></p>
<p><span>"I
understand you were in a very difficult situation that afternoon and had a tough
decision to make. While I don't fully agree with your decision, I don't
completely disagree with it either. You were in a tough spot, but that's a
risk you take when you accept the job. Your decision to gain entry to the room
in question was absolutely correct. It is the method you used to gain entry
that I have a problem with. Since you admitted in this court this morning that
you, how did you say it, ah, yes, `fudged the facts a bit', I am ordering you,
personally, to pay damages to the Muellers to help them recoup the costs of the
repairs to their home. Do you understand, Deputy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well, I knew you would. You will immediately pay, directly to the Muellers,
the amount of one dollar. I certainly hope that does not cause you any undue
financial burden, Deputy. Anything over that, they can fight about it with
their insurance company. Now, we're done, here. Everybody have a lovely day."</span></p>
<p><span>The
judge stood and, after pausing to chat with his bailiff for a moment, walked to
his chambers. I turned to Tom and pulled the boys into a four-way celebratory
hug, feeling congratulatory pats on my back. I turned to offer my gratitude to
Dylan and Brian for being here only to find they had already left the room. I
didn't think we'd hugged <i>that</i> long, but I guess we did. I saw the
Muellers starting to leave, pulled my wallet out and handed a dollar bill to
Tom while telling him, "Better pay your debt to society, big guy." The twins
laughed aloud at that. </span></p>
<p><span>As
the Muellers walked by us on their way to the door, Tom stepped over and
extended his hand holding the dollar. Frank, red-faced with rage, yanked it
from Tom's hand and shredded it into confetti, then grabbed Iris' hand and
stormed from the courtroom. The twins, in typical youthful fashion, were sticking
out their tongues and blowing raspberries at their retreating backs as the door
closed slowly behind them.</span></p>
<p><span>Ms.
Mutchler was the next to pass us and she stopped before leaving. "I want to
apologize to you for taking this case. I didn't know all the details until
they had paid me their retainer. Had I known everything before that happened,
I would have refused to represent them."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
could have returned their retainer and made them hire a new lawyer," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, but if I had, they might have found another lawyer who would have handled
their case differently. I stuck with this case after finding out all the facts
because I feel what they did was absolutely reprehensible in every way and I
wanted to see them punished for it. They made that easy since they would allow
me to use only biblical laws as a defense. I knew that wasn't going to be an
acceptable defense, but it's what they insisted on, so that's what I did. And
now they have to pay for holding onto their religious beliefs above all else
and believing their god would protect them. And I'll probably be punished by
the Bar for what I've done here, today, but that's a price I'm more than
willing to pay."</span></p>
<p><span>"In
that case, Ms. Mutchler, I thank you."</span></p>
<p><span>She
then knelt and spoke to Alex and Joey. "Boys, I'm so sorry for what you've
been through in your lives so far, including having to deal with the Muellers for
as long as you did, but I do believe things have started looking up for you and
you both have very bright futures ahead of you. Do me a favor, though, and
grow up to be kind people who do good things with their lives, will you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet, Ms. Mutchler," they said together, then gave her a hug. When the hug
finally broke up, Ms. Mutchler stood, turned and walked out of the courtroom.
"What now, dads?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
could use some lunch, how `bout the rest of you?" I answered.</span></p>
<p><span>After
receiving affirmative nods from the other three, I started to lead the way out of
the courtroom when the bailiff tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me,
Mr. Sanders, if you have a few minutes, the judge would like to see you in
chambers."</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
okay. Any idea why?" I asked, confusion flooding my mind.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir. Come with me please."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay?
You guys wait here, I guess?" I asked as I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll be
back soon, I hope."</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually,"
the bailiff added, "he'd like to see all of you." He then turned and led four
very confused individuals to the door leading to the judge's inner sanctum.
After guiding us in, the bailiff turned and closed the door behind him, leaving
us alone with the judge, who was finishing a phone call. He waved for us to
have a seat, mouthed, "be right with you", and returned to his call. Tom and I
sat in the only two empty chairs in the office and we lifted Alex and Joey into
our laps to wait. When the call was finally completed, the judge hung up the
phone and turned his attention to us. After a moment, he stood, walked around
his desk and leaned against it, all while maintaining a rather severe frown. </span></p>
<p><span>I
was afraid we were about to receive a tongue-lashing for some unknown offense
until he swapped the frown for a beaming smile and said, "Tom, how the hell are
ya'? You gave us all a helluva' scare by goin' out and gettin' yourself
shot." I was shocked by this drastic change in attitude from what I'd just
witnessed in the courtroom, but Tom seemed to take it in stride. The judge
then stepped over to Tom, leaned over to give him a brief one-arm hug,
including Joey in the show of affection. "I'm pleased as punch that you're
doing so well. I really was afraid I wouldn't be seeing you this morning after
hearing about last Saturday."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
doing well, David, thanks for asking. It's nice to know people care. How's your
wife?"</span></p>
<p><span>"She's
just fine. I'll let her know you asked about her. Now, tell me again who's
here with you today."</span></p>
<p><span>"This
fine gentleman is my fianc�, Max Sanders, the lad on my lap is one of our sons,
Joey, I think, and Max is holding onto another son, Alex. I'm pretty sure I
got the boys sorted properly, but it's kinda' hard to tell sometimes." The
twins nodded to show Tom identified them correctly.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
certainly is," David agreed. "These two are about as identical as you could
get, I believe." David then extended his hand towards me and added, "Max, it's
a pleasure to meet you."</span></p>
<p><span>Slowly
recovering from my shock, I shook his hand and replied, "Same, here, your
honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Bah,
my name's David. When we're not in the courtroom, please use it. I was
serious about getting tired of hearing `your honor' all day long."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, David, I will."</span></p>
<p><span>David
then knelt and called the boys over to him. When they were close enough, he
pulled them into a hug and when the hug broke up and they stepped back, he
said, "Alex, Joey, you did an excellent job answering my questions today. I
hope I didn't scare you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no, sir," they chimed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
Sometimes, kids in my court aren't quite sure how to react to everything
that's going on around them, but you two were absolutely perfect."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, sir," they responded.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
must say, you really do have this twin link going on, don't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir, we do," they grinned.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
try not to drive your dads crazy with it, okay," David said while ruffling
their hair.</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
try," they grinned evilly.</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
would you two do me a favor, please?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
happy to, sir," they chorused.</span></p>
<p><span>"My
bailiff is sitting out in the courtroom, all by himself, eating his lunch. If
I let you sit in my chair out there, would you be willing to keep him company
for a few minutes while I talk to your dads?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet!" they answered, then turned and ran towards the door back to the
courtroom. </span></p>
<p><span>David
followed them and after they'd left the office, he stuck his head out and said,
"Gary, I told these boys they could sit in the big chair and keep you company
for a bit while I talk to their dads. You don't mind keeping an eye on them,
do you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all, your honor, take your time."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Gary. We shouldn't be too long." David closed the door and returned to his
chair behind the desk. "I'm glad I ended up with this case. What those two supposed
<i>adults</i> did disgusts me. How anyone, in this day and age, can continue
to think like they do is just incomprehensible."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
agree, David, but that's the world we live in, isn't it?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately,
yes, it is. Now, the reason I asked to talk to you two alone is to let you
know that I have distinct honor and pleasure of handling your adoptions of the
boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
excellent, David," Tom responded, "I was hoping you'd be the one."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I've talked to Carol at the agency several times and she is really pushing
things right along. Normally, it takes anywhere from eight to twelve months to
be able to do everything to satisfy the state before an adoption can be
finalized. At this moment, it looks like she's on track to have these wrapped
up and ready to go sometime in June."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
great news, David," I responded. "How is she accomplishing it this quickly?" I
wanted to know.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
due to the circumstances the boys are coming from. With the twins' parent's
gone, and the other two sets of parents having their rights already stripped,
that's a lot of the hassle already done. The only sticky issue is the one
boy's father being unknown. Since the mother has been either unwilling or
unable to name a father, we can't really just cut him out of the picture."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
would be T.J.," I replied. "What impact will not knowing who his biological
father is have on his adoption?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm sure you can imagine how difficult it is to strip a parent of their rights
when we don't know who they are. What will happen in T.J.'s case will be this,
I'll allow the adoption to proceed with this caveat, if the biological father
should, someday, suddenly crawl out from whatever hole in which he's currently
hiding, we'll have to take a look at some type of possible visitation with him
if he requests it. If that doesn't work out to the child's benefit, then we'll
look at severing the father's rights, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
leaves us in a bit of a limbo with him, doesn't it," Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately,
Tom, it does, but there's no way around it, either. I'll be sure the adoption
decree is worded in such a way that it will preclude any chance of the
biological father attempting to regain custody, but I can't really stop him
from asking for visitation. If I could, I would most certainly do so,
especially since he hasn't been involved in the boy's life so far."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
all we can ask for, David," I responded. "While I understand he may eventually
decide he wants to play a part in T.J.'s life, at this point, I think T.J.'s already
been through enough. I'd hate to lose my son just because biodad suddenly
realizes it's time to grow up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm working under the assumption that the boy's mother doesn't know who the
father is. If that is truly the case, then, whoever he may be, he probably
doesn't even know he has a son. And personally, I think that's best for all
involved."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
do, too," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"One
more question for you two before I send you on your way. Have you set a date
for your wedding?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
yet, David," Tom answered. "We've had too much going on to think about it much."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if I'm not being too presumptuous, I would be honored if you'd allow me officiate
the ceremony, whenever it happens."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really,
David?" Tom asked. "I assumed you'd want to steer clear of that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
should I? Gay marriage <i>is</i> legal now, isn't it? Why shouldn't I be
allowed to help two people who love each other tie the knot?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
real reason, I guess. I just figured the politics of the situation might scare
you off."</span></p>
<p><span>"Bullshit,
Tom. I may be an elected judge, but it's still my job to uphold the law, even
the ones people don't agree with."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then
we'd be honored to have you perform our ceremony, David," I responded. "As
soon as we set a date, we'll let you know. We plan to have the ceremony at our
house, hopefully in May. I want it warm enough we can enjoy an outdoor event,
but I also want us legal before the adoption so both our names can be included
in the paperwork."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a date then. I'll let Margie know so she can start planning what we'll wear
and ensure we have the date open. Make sure you let me know what date you
pick, and the sooner, the better. Well, I think that's I all I had today. I
just wanted to give you a heads up as to what your future holds. Why don't you
two get on out of here and take your sons to lunch?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
exactly what we were talking about when your bailiff stopped us. But, since
we're here, David, I have a question I'd like to ask you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go
right ahead, Max. You don't mind if I call you Max, do you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Please
do. When your bailiff announced the start of court this morning, he said your
last name is Corgan. Are you and your family from the area?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
are. I grew up in Virden and lived there the first twenty years of my life,
then moved to Springfield after graduating college to open my own law firm.
Why do you ask?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
some years ago, after I bought my property, I was clearing some walking trails
through the trees that surround the house I'd had built. In the northeast
corner of the eighteen acres, I found an old, rundown, overgrown family
cemetery. This may be just coincidence, but after hearing you grew up in the
area, I don't think so anymore."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
the devil are you talking about, Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
come on, babe, get to the point already," Tom interjected.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
family name on the graves in that cemetery is Corgan, also. I believe you may
be related."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
my god, you found it!? I've been searching for it for years and never come
close. When can I come out and see it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
might want to wait a couple weeks for that, David. I don't go out there in the
winter and I'm sure it's still covered with snow. Give us a couple weeks of
warmer weather, and you'll be able to actually see something besides a big pile
of this nasty white stuff."</span></p>
<p><span>"Please,
let me know when you think it will be melted off. My dad told me stories about
that old cemetery when I was you your sons age and I promised him years ago I'd
find it for him. And I've failed at that task for well over thirty years,
now. It'll be nice to finally be able to follow through on that promise."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
look forward to it, David. As soon I'm sure we can get out there without
slogging through snow and mud, I'll let you know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank,
you, Max. After I see it and make sure it's the cemetery my father told me
about, I'd like to bring him out with me some time."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
welcome at our home anytime, David."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excellent.
Now, get out of here and go feed those boys. It's almost one and I'm sure
they're starving."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
doubt they are, I don't think I've seen a minute pass when they aren't hungry
for something." </span></p>
<p><span>We
all stood, shook hands and as Tom and I turned to collect our boys, the Judge
added, "Tom, don't forget, our monthly poker night is coming up. I hope you
can make it."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
turned back and answered, "We'll see what happens, David. It might be tough
for us to find someone willing to corral five wild boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you better start looking now. I want both of you there, it's my turn to win
back some of my money," David laughed as we entered the courtroom. When Alex
and Joey saw us, they hopped out of the judge's chair and ran to meet us.
"Boys," David began, "it was a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to seeing
you again and meeting your brothers, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for helping us today, sir," Alex replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it was nice to see the Mueller's get what they deserved," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>With
that, we headed for the exit, the boys turning to wave to the judge as we
passed through the doors. In the hall, I asked, "Okay, guys, where do you want
to go for lunch?"</span></p>
<p><span>"How
about, Longhorn," Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
was thinking of something a bit lighter, Tom. Then maybe we can back to town
later with the others and have a celebration dinner together. How does that
sound?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
idea, Max, I can live with that. How `bout you two?" Tom asked the twins.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
great," Alex answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Can
we go to Uncle Ronnie's?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Where
the heck is Uncle Ronnie's," I asked. "Don't think I've ever heard of that
place."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
ya' have, dad. Uncle Ronnie's is what we call McDonald's."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you learn something new every day," I commented. "Uncle Ronnie's, it is
then." We stopped at one on the way home and after eating a quick bite, headed
on home so we could be there when the others got off the bus. As soon as I
made the turn into our driveway, Alex and Joey began to remove their clothes
and by the time I'd pulled into the garage and closed the door behind us, they
were nude. "Um, don't you two think you're rushing things just a bit."</span></p>
<p><span>"NO!
We hate having to wear clothes," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I wish we never had to leave home," Alex added as we climbed out of the car.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I don't really disagree with either of you, but can you please not get undressed
until we're in the house? What if somebody had been here, waiting for us, when
we pulled in?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I guess they'd get to see two naked boys, dad," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
big thrill, right, o-o-o-h, look at our tiny little dicks." Alex laughed as he
wiggled his hips to make his penis bounce wildly.</span></p>
<p><span>"Be
that as it may, boys, you have to remember my dad is looking for any possible
reason he can find to get you removed from here, so please, don't push things.
If you can't behave, then maybe I'll have to change the house rules and we'll
all start wearing clothes all the time. Do you want that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
you can't do that!" Joey yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Keep
it up and watch me. Now, get your skinny little asses in the house."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir!" Alex responded with a little salute.</span></p>
<p><span>I
stood there and shook my head as the two marched into the house and turned into
their room to drop their clothes while Tom and I walked by on the way to our
room to change. "I picked `em up yesterday so it's your turn today, babe," Tom
said as we crossed the threshold to our bedroom. I nodded my assent and instead
of just getting undressed, I pulled on sweats and a shirt since it was almost
time to meet the bus. We headed back to the living room to relax for a few
before time to pick up the others.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think I'm going to call mom and see how things are going in there. I haven't
heard anything since I dropped her off the other night." Before I could dial
the number, the twins came in asked what was for supper. "Hey, we just
finished lunch 30 minutes ago," I responded. "Let's give that a while to
settle in before we start worrying about the next meal, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,"
Joey groaned.</span></p>
<p><span>"By
the way, I didn't see a guest list last night for your birthday party next week
like you said I would. Why don't you take care of that right now while I call
mama Rose and before your brothers get here? Pen and paper are in the junk
drawer in the kitchen."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, c'mon Joey, let's go." They took off for the kitchen and then settled in
at the dining room table to make their list.</span></p>
<p><span>I
dialed mom and dad's number and after three rings, mom answered the phone.
"Hi, mom, how're you doing?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
too well, son, your dad's in a downright nasty mood, today."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why,
what's happened?" I asked innocently.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not 100% certain, but I think that lawyer he hired has backed out. All he's
done since the guy called this morning is bitch, bitch again and then bitch
some more."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
while I'm sorry for him, I have to say, I'm happy for us," I replied, still
acting like I didn't have a clue what was going on.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
am, too, son, the whole thing was just ridiculous. I can't believe he even
tried it and I'm glad the lawyer quit. Maybe, now, you and your father can
work this out together."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd
love to do that mom, if only he'd talk to me. You saw how he was the other
day, he hardly said two words to me the whole time he was here and what he did
say was just mean-spirited."</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
be glad you don't have to live with him anymore. I swear, if I didn't still
love him, I'd be looking for somewhere else to live right now. I don't know
how much more of his attitude I can take."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mom,
don't talk like that. We'll work this out."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know son, he's gotten to be almost impossible to live with. I've started
sleeping in your sister's old room just to get away from him for a few hours a
day."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was that bad. I'd offer to let you
come stay with us for a while, but with rooms being redone, I don't have an
extra bed right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
had a thought earlier today, but I wasn't sure how I could make it work."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
that, mom?" I asked, curiosity piqued.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I really took a liking to Bill and Estelle when we met the other day. They
both seem like such nice, down-to earth folks. I thought maybe I could go down
to Pere Marquette, stay in the lodge, spend some time with them and get to know
them better since they're going to be joining the family soon. Do you think
they'd like a visitor?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hang
on, mom, Tom's sitting right next to me, let me ask him." I covered the phone
and asked Tom if he thought his parents would like a visitor. After receiving
a positive response from him, I went back to mom. "Mom, he's sure they'd love for
you to come down. They stayed quite a bit later after I took you home the
other night and they said they really liked you, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
as much I hate to leave your father alone when he's like this, I just can't put
up with anymore of his bullshit right now and I just need to get away from him
for a while. I know staying in the lodge won't be that cheap, but it's the
best idea I could think of."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think it's a great idea, mom. Tell you what, I have to go pick up the boys
from the bus in just a minute. When we get back, I'll have Tom call his
parents and see what they say. Once we have their answer, we'll call you back,
okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That'd
be great, Max. I appreciate anything you can do to get me out of here for a
while. Maybe, once he cools down and comes to his senses, I can come back."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
make the call in a bit and let you know what we find out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, son, I love you."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
love you too, mom." I hung up the phone and let Tom know we were calling his
parents when I got back with T.J., Mike and Andy. Just as I stood to grab a
coat and shoes, Joey and Alex appeared, waving a piece of paper. "Is this the
guest list for your birthday party?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
time for you to get busy, dad," Alex smiled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Let
me go pick up your brothers from the bus, first. Then when we're back, Tom and
I need to make a call. Once we're done with that, we'll figure out supper,
okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Cool,
dad," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"This
is gonna' be great," Alex added as they took off to their room.</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
forget, you two will probably have some homework to deal with," I called to
their rapidly retreating backsides. I looked to Tom and said, "Be back in a
few with the other monkeys."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
be right here, babe. This book is getting good."</span></p>
<p><span>Since
there were only three boys to retrieve today, I hopped in the Shelby and headed
to the end of the drive. After about a two-minute wait, I saw the bus finally
coming up the road, so I got out of the car to wait for our boys. When the bus
stopped and Carl opened the door, the three boys that live here flew off the
bus and ran madly towards me. I managed to get off a quick wave to Carl just
before I was mugged by all three wild things. "C'mon, boys, hop in." After
all were settled, I turned the car around and headed back to the house. "Good
day, guys?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
too bad, dad," Mike answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
Mark's mom finally gave in and he's got our haircut now," Andy said. "He said
she said she was tired of listenin' to him beg."</span></p>
<p><span>"Billy's
still working on his mom. He thinks she's close to givin' in, too," Mike added</span></p>
<p><span>"Cool.
How `bout you T.J.? Did you get Joey and Alex's homework for them?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
but I think they screwed up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why's
that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
they gave me a fourth-grade math book along with their regular book."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
good, I wasn't sure they'd still do it since they weren't at school today."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
that all about, dad," T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
they're bored with their work in math right now, they say it's too easy for
them. So, I talked to Mr. Furman and he agreed to give them the next level
book to see what they do with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Man,
I wish I was that smart," T.J. moaned.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
plenty smart, young man, just in different ways," I said as I ruffled his hair.
"Hey, don't you have new spelling words this week, T.J.? I haven't seen you
working on them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
I do, but they're all pretty easy this week."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
while the twins are working on their homework, why don't you bring me the list
and I'll quiz you on them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
dad, sounds good."</span></p>
<p><span>After
pulling in the garage and closing the door, we got out of the car to head back
inside. Unbeknownst to me, Mike and Andy had stripped off their clothes on the
way back to the house.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey!
Why you guys naked, already?" T.J. asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
couldn't wait `til we got in the house," Andy giggled.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't know we could get undressed in the car," Mike whined. He dropped his
backpack on the floor and stripped off right there in the garage. While carrying
their clothes in one hand and backpacks in the other, we headed into the
house. I could do nothing but shake my head in disbelief at the monsters I'd
created. I finally decided, what the hell, and started pulling my shirt over
my head as I closed the door to the house. I moved carefully down the hall,
kicking off my shoes, dropping my sweats and picking up my discarded clothing
as I got closer to the living room. By the time I got to the end of the
hallway, I was comfortable in my own skin, again, and Tom did a double-take as
I rounded the corner, dropped my clothes by the fireplace and took my chair
next to him.</span></p>
<p><span>"Taking
lessons from the boys, I see," he commented sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>"When
in Rome, Tom," I laughed. "Boys!" I hollered, "bring any homework and let's
get it done." The fantastic five came charging down the hall and headed to the
kitchen to set up for homework and snacks. "C'mon, big guy, let's get the
snacks going, see if we can stave off starvation for a few minutes."</span></p>
<p><span>"Lead
the way, boss." We set up a snack of cookies and small glasses of milk for the
boys while they started their work.</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J.,
hand me your word list and we'll get that out of the way." I took the list
from him and proceeded to give him the words in random order. Despite mumbling
around mouthfuls of cookie at times, it sounded to me like he got them all
correct on the first try, tonight. "Good job, son. I'd say you're ready to
ace another one tomorrow."</span></p>
<p><span>"Told
ya' they were all easy this week. But thanks for telling me to write `em down
when I start workin' on `em, that helps a lot, dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
have to be honest with you, T.J., that wasn't my idea. When I was your age and
struggling with my spelling words, that's what my mom told me to do. It helped
me then, and I'm glad I could pass it on to you now."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
have to thank her then, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"She'd
like that, young man. Andy, are Mike and T.J. being good? They aren't bugging
you about doing things you don't want to do, are they."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
sir," he blushed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Andy,
there's no reason to be embarrassed. We talk about anything and everything in
this family. A well-informed mind makes good decisions."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know, but it's so different from mom and Russ. They'd never talked about that stuff.
Not to me, anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"Anytime
you have a question about anything, ask it. One of the rules I've lived by my
whole life is `there's no such thing as dumb question, except for one that's
not asked'. Got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
Also, you have an appointment with a doctor next Friday afternoon to check out
that problem you're having."</span></p>
<p><span>"Da-a-a-ad,
please," Andy whined.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
he goin' to the doctor for," Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked to Andy and asked, "Is it okay if I tell him? Or do you want to?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
go ahead," Andy answered, turning bright pink, again, and burying his face in
hands.</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked back to Mike to answer his question, "Andy has a slight problem with his
foreskin. It's not pulling back all the way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
that's no big deal," T.J. responded. "I had the same problem for a while, but
it's fine now."</span></p>
<p><span>"And
just how did the problem get resolved?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Huh?"</span></p>
<p><span>"How
did it get fixed, T.J.?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
I just kept playin' with it and after about six months of that, it slipped
right back. It was a lot of fun," he giggled. We all enjoyed a good chuckle
with that. "Hey, Andy, I could help fix yours, if you want. I know how to do
it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Um,
thanks for that kind offer T.J., but let's have the doctor check him out and
see what he says first," I interrupted before the conversation went off the
deep end. "I want to make sure what's going on before anybody does anything,
got it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
dad, hands off," he replied glumly.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to Alex and Joey at the far end of the
bar counter, who, uncharacteristically for them, had been rather quiet so far.
I looked in their direction to find their heads buried in the fourth-grade math
text, furiously scribbling numbers on the paper next to them. I walked over to
take a closer look and was amazed to see they were working on problems in the
middle of the book with no difficulties at all. I looked back at Tom and just
shook my head while saying, "Told you they'd surprise us, didn't I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Didn't
doubt it for a second. That just blows my mind. I suck at math. Maybe they
could help me out"</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll
have to ask what they charge for tutoring, see if you can afford their rates,"
I laughed. "I'll check their answers when they're done and see how they did. Now,
where did I leave their guest list for the party?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think it's on the table by the fireplace, Max," Tom answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Right,
thanks. Who's done with their snack?" Mike raised his hand in response. "Do
me a favor please and go grab that list of names off the table in the living room."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
thing, dad." He climbed off the bar stool, zipped to the living room and was
back in a flash, waving the sheet of paper in his hand. "Here ya' go, dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, son." I took the list from him and gave it a quick glance. It appeared at
first glance there were more than twelve names written, and, after counting, I discovered
there were actually sixteen. "Um, `scuse me, Joey, Alex. I thought we agreed
to no more than twelve guests."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
did, but once we had the twelve listed, we realized we had all the boys in our
class but four," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,"
Alex added, "we don't want to leave any out if we don't have to. We hoped
you'd be okay with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a good reason to stretch the limit, boys, and I agree with you. Fortunately,
it's only four more kids and not fourteen. I'll start working on parent's
names and numbers tomorrow. Thanks." I turned to Tom and asked, "Hey, why
don't we call your mom and dad while we wait for the boys to finish their
snacks and homework?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
game, living room or study?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Living
room's fine." I lead the way and after we took our chairs by the fireplace, Tom
dialed the number and switched to the phone speaker.</span></p>
<p><span>"Speak
now or forever hold your peace," Bill answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
dad, it's Tom. How ya' doin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We're
just peachy, Tom, what's up? You guys haven't changed your mind about selling
us a tiny corner of paradise, have you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
a chance, old man. But, we have a little bit of a problem brewing up here and
wanted to see if you and mom would be interested in helping out."</span></p>
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Chapter 39 � Justice Screwed
I stood in the open doorway for a minute or two trying to process what had just happened when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Tom ask, "Who was that?"
"Huh, oh yeah, some dude named Ryan just handed me this, said `you've been served' and drove off," I answered, handing the bundle to Tom. "What the hell is that all about?"
Tom took the papers and went through them really quick while I remembered, finally, to close the door.
"Well, Max, if I'm reading this right, it looks like you've been sued."
"By who!? And for what?"
"It looks like Valerie has included you in her lawsuit against the school district and board for wrongful termination. Boy, you really know how to make new friends, don't ya'?"
"That fuckin' bitch! I had nothing to do with her being fired. She did that to herself."
"She apparently disagrees. And, surprise, surprise, she found a lawyer who does, too."
"Well, they're both idiots, then. I have to call Steve this evening and see if he got the same thing, but first, I need to call James and get him on board with killing this bullshit. Then, just for good measure, I'll have him kill Valerie, too. She fuckin' the wrong man this time. In more ways than one."
Tom stuck his fingers in his ears and trilled, "lalalalalalalalala, I am NOT hearing this."
"Oh, chill out. As much pleasure as it would bring to me to do it, you know I wouldn't."
"Good, `cause I don't want to have to bring the kids to visit their dad in prison."
I went back to the living room and dialed James' number. After telling his receptionist who I was, I, again, told her I needed to talk to James as soon as possible for another emergency. Unfortunately, James was in a conference and had to call me back. I reiterated how important it was I talk to James today and hung up.
"I don't believe this, he's with another client and wouldn't take my call," I fumed as I paced the living room.
"MAX!" Tom yelled as he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me to get my attention. "Calm down! First, you're not James' only client. He does not live to take care of just your legal needs. Second, this is complete bullshit, you know, I know it, and James will too, as soon as he sees it. Hell, even Valerie knows it's a huge crock overflowing with the worst smelling pile of Kobe beef shit. She's just trying to make a few quick bucks off the school and you."
"Well, she ain't getting' shit outta' me. I'll stick my dick in a light socket and flip the switch before that happens."
"That certainly puts a new twist on `light my fire', babe," he laughed. "I'd pay good money to watch that show." As pissed off as I was, I had to laugh at the image that flitted through my brain.
"Yeah, all right, I'm calming down. First, my dad decides to fuck with my life and now this bitch. Who's next, huh?"
"Ain't gonna' be me, huh-uh, no way, man."
"I know that, big guy. Thanks for breakin' that evil spell she put on me. I needed a wakeup call. And now that I think about this, I've had an inspiration on the perfect way to screw her back. Not literally, of course. I wouldn't touch that evil cu..., uh, witch, with a 20-foot pole."
"How you gonna' do that?"
"Well, isn't it fairly common that the loser in a lawsuit like this usually ends up paying the attorney's fees for both sides?"
"If it's in the suit that way, sure."
"And, honestly, what do you think the chances of her winning this are?"
"From what I know about what happened with her last week, zilch, zero, nada. You'd stand a better chance of having a snowball fight in hell with Satan himself than she does of winning if this goes to a trial."
"Exactly. Now, think about this, Tom. We don't resist going to court. James, the school's and board member's attorneys and her shyster, all racking up fees as they churn out enough paper to plaster Springfield. Then, after a nice long trial with lots of witnesses and costly experts, she loses. First, the suit, and second, her ass."
"I suppose that could happen. But you have to balance that possible outcome against the slim possibility a jury finds for her. Then you'd have to pay her and all those attorney's fees."
"What if we ask for a trial by a judge only, no jury? What do you think the chances of a solid win for us would be?"
"Pretty good, in my mind, but I'm not the judge, either. If I were, she'd never see the inside of a courtroom, not with this flimsy piece of crap."
"Give me that, I'm gonna' fax it to James right now with a note to call me ASAP." I took the bundle of garbage from Tom, headed to the study and after writing a note to James to call me, stuffed the whole pile into the fax machine and sent it on its way. When the machine started scanning the pages, I headed back to the living room, plotting a strategy to make Ms. Carr, The Wicked Bitch of the West, pay through the nose.
When I rejoined Tom, he asked, "Isn't it about time for the boys to get off the bus?"
I looked at my watch and answered, "It sure is, you feel like picking them up this afternoon so I can be here if James calls?"
"Sure, no problem. Promise me you won't do anything absolutely nutso in the five minutes I leave you alone."
"Oh, go on, get out of here, I'm fine now. Still pissed off, but I'm working on a plan."
"If you say, so. We'll be right back." Tom grabbed his coat, slipped on a pair of shoes and headed to meet the boys as they returned home.
I sat by the fireplace, mind whirling as I planned, plotted and devised what I thought was the perfect strategy to nail Valerie to the wall. Come on, James, would you call back, damn it? I want to get on with this. A few minutes after Tom left, I heard the rumble of the garage door closing, followed by the clamor of the fantastic five storming the house. I'd always wondered what a stampeding herd of wild buffalo sounded like, and I now have the answer to that question. About the same as five boys happily returning home from another grinding day at school.
Tom found me where he'd left me, sitting by the fireplace and he was followed shortly by the aforementioned herd, having shed their clothes and running wildly towards me to give hugs, which I eagerly accepted and returned. "Afternoon my herd of tiny naked buffalo, how was your day?" I asked.
"We had a great day, dad, what about you?" Alex answered.
"I've had better days, but this one's improving, now that you guys are home. Who has homework?"
"Nobody," Joey said with a wide smile.
"Hey, dad, why you got clothes on?" T.J. wanted to know.
"Well, we've had several people here today to talk about the twins' room and Tom's office and I just haven't had a chance to get comfortable once everybody left."
"Why'd you call us a herd of buffalo?" Mike asked. "Were we really that loud?"
"Boys, you were so loud, I heard you while you were still coming down the driveway," I grinned. "Then, when you came in the house, I thought an earthquake was happening."
"Sorry, dad, we'll try to be quieter."
"Don't you dare. The five of you coming home is the best thing I've heard all day."
"Gee, thanks, Max. You really know how to boost a guy's ego," Tom laughed.
"Okay, my bad, it's a tie. You feelin' better, now, Tom?"
"I'm getting there."
The phone rang and I was happy to see from the caller ID that James was calling back. I grabbed the phone before it could ring a second time and said, "Hey, James, thanks for calling me back so soon. Can you hold on a second while I go to the study so we can talk? ... Perfect, the boys just got home from school and it's little noisy at the moment. Be back with you in just a moment." I put James on hold and as I headed to the study, I said, "Why don't you guys figure out what's for supper while I deal with this?" I heard food suggestions flying all the way down the hall until I closed the study door. With the door closed, I sat at the desk and picked up the call.
"Okay, James, sorry about that. I don't think the boys need to hear this conversation. Did you get my fax?"
"I did, but before we get into that, I want to let you know why I couldn't take your call earlier."
"I hope it's good news."
"I think it is, but you'll be the final judge of that. I found the attorney your dad hired and invited him over for a little chat."
"Great, who is it? And were you able to talk some sense into him?"
"I'm not giving you his name because you don't need to know. And to answer your second question, I think so. Once I explained the difficulties you're having with your father and why he's going after you, he seemed to understand that this situation is a personal issue between you and your dad, and based solely on your father's religious beliefs. While the attorney sort of agrees with your dad's reasoning, he realizes that this type of issue would be better solved between the two of you and to kept out of the courts."
"That's a relief, James. What's he going to do with dad, then?"
"Before he left my office, I impressed upon him that he needs to tell his client that while he may agree with him on some points, the laws of the state don't and he has no grounds for bringing this type of action against you. He said he would also return the retainer your father has paid him so he will no longer be beholden to do as your father wants."
"Excellent. That's a load off my mind. Thanks for taking care of it for me."
"Hold on, Max, don't start celebrating, not yet, anyway. Just because I was able to convince this particular attorney there were no grounds to continue his representation of your father, that doesn't mean he won't go out and find another attorney to make your life miserable. I'll protect you as best I can, but you're not free of this entirely until you can get your father to change his point of view. And I truly wish you luck with that."
"Thanks for what you've accomplished so far. Now what do you think about the papers I faxed you?"
"In my most humble legal opinion, I think this Valerie Carr is off her meds. I mean, how she can possibly think you had anything to do with her termination is beyond comprehension."
"Well, James, I am the one who called the board president and essentially threatened him to get him to dig into the situation, but that's all I did. I swear. Wait, let me amend that. I did enjoy a private little cheer when I heard the news she been canned, but that and the phone call constitute the sum total of my involvement. Oh, wait, there is one more thing. My boys, Alex and Joey, talked to Steve Furman, the board president, over the phone that night to tell him what happened in the classroom that fateful afternoon, and Steve then asked his daughter about it since she's in the same class, and she told him the same story my boys did. So, I made the call that got the ball rolling, my boys told the truth and I enjoyed a little `yippee'. Okay, that's it. Pretty sure it is, anyway."
"None of that matters. Look, Max, don't worry about this one bit. I'll get you removed from this nightmare in a heartbeat."
"Oh, no, don't you dare do that, James. I want you to proceed full steam ahead."
"What!? Why the hell would you want to do that?"
"I've come up with a way to make Ms. Carr pay for having such a vindictive personality." I first explained the entire sequence of events that led to Valerie's dismissal, from my initial meeting with her and the boys' teachers, to her canning that happened two days later. I then told James my plan and asked what he thought of the idea.
"By god, Max, that's freakin' genius. I wish I'd thought of it. I'll have her shyster swimming in so much paper, he'll need a ladder to get fresh air. And he ain't cheap, either. He charges even more than I do," James laughed.
"Good. I want to soak her dry. With what you now know, do you think she has a hope in hell of winning?"
"Only if the judge is a complete idiot and off his meds too, which is always possible, but I'll do what I can to ensure we don't have that problem."
"Excellent, James. I'm going to call Steve later and talk to him about it, too. I'm sure he'll be on board with this, also. He despises Valerie almost as much as I do after what she did."
"Sounds, good, Max. This will work much better if we're all on the same page. Now, I have to ask you a question. I heard through the grapevine that you may be in court tomorrow without me being there to represent you. You haven't hired another attorney, have you?"
"Are you kidding me, James, after all you've done for me over the years, how could you even think that?"
"Well, if you haven't hired a new lawyer, why are you going to be in court?"
"I'm going to be there as a witness against the two nasty individuals who used to be the twins' foster parents. They were a problem from the moment I met them and they are about to get served their just desserts, I hope."
"Ah, that explains why you're on the family court docket and not the criminal. I wondered about that, especially since I know I'm representing you on the adoptions. You sure you don't need me there?"
"If you have some spare time, you may want to be there for the entertainment value, I think it'll be worth it."
"Sounds like fun, Max, I'll see what I can do. Okay, I think that's all I had, you good, now?"
"Finer than frog's hair, James. Thanks for your help."
"That's why I get paid the big bucks, remember. Good luck with your dad."
"Thanks, James, talk to you later." I cradled the receiver back on the phone and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Once my nerves were settled, I headed across the hall to get undressed before joining the rest of the family for supper. As I turned the corner from the hall and headed into the living room, I was shocked to find company sitting there, chatting with the boys and Tom, who were all dressed. When the hell had she arrived? I sure didn't hear the drive sensor go off. I blushed about 6 shades of red from head to toe and promptly turned on my heel to beat a hasty retreat to get dressed again.
"Hi, Max, so nice to see you," Carol called loudly, causing the boys and Tom to swivel their heads in my direction. Once they saw my bare backside as I hustled around the corner and down the hall, they all busted out laughing.
"Dad, `other people' rules, remember!?" T.J. yelled, while laughing hysterically.
"Well, y'all could have warned me we had company," I yelled back as I continued on down the hall. I pulled on a pair of shorts and returned to the living room where everyone was still enjoying a good laugh at my expense. "Hello, Carol, so nice of you to come out. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Oh, no, the pleasure was all mine. That look on your face just now, absolutely priceless," she giggled. "Actually, I stopped by to see how Tom's doing with his recovery. I'm glad to see he's looking and feeling better than the last time I saw him."
"At least I'm not bleedin' like a stuck pig this time, Carol. That's a big plus in my book."
"Mine, too, Tom."
"So, did you guys figure out what we're having for supper?" I asked.
"The general consensus we reached was hamburgers and chips," Tom answered. "Sound okay to you?"
"That sounds good to me, too. How `bout you Carol, you want to join us?"
"Thanks for that kind offer, but I was just on my way back to Springfield from Jacksonville and thought I'd stop by for a few minutes to see my favorite ex-cop. I'm supposed to meet Anna for supper in a bit to discuss an upcoming adoption case."
"We'll still see you next Thursday for Alex and Joey's birthday, right?"
"I have that night blocked out on my calendar so I won't miss it. The only thing that would be more important would be an invitation from the White House. Not that I'd go there, now, mind you. Not with the grabbin' fool that's living there."
"Good, you'll get to meet Tom's parents and my mom, then."
"What about your dad? Isn't he going to be here?"
"I highly doubt it. We're not on speaking terms at the moment. He may not even be talking to mom, for all I know."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you can smooth things over with him."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Well, let me get out of your way so you can get started on supper. I'm sure these boys are about ready to eat a dinosaur."
"We might be hungry, Ms. Ward, but not that hungry," Joey chuckled.
After Tom and the boys gave her hugs, I followed Carol to the door, gave her my own hug and said good night. As soon as the door was closed, I turned around to have a little chat with the wild bunch about giving fair warnings and found them all ripping their clothes off while heading to their rooms to put them away, tripping and stumbling as they tried to drop their shorts while walking. Wasn't much I could do or say at the moment except to laugh at the slapstick comedy before my eyes. Tom headed my direction, grabbed my arm and led me to the bedroom so we could do the same.
"Really funny, Tom. Why didn't you come tell me Carol was here?"
"I'm sorry, babe, I just assumed you'd hear the drive sensor ding."
"I tell you right now, when the study door is closed, you can't hear that damn thing in there. I'll have to see if there's any way to add another chime in there so I don't embarrass myself again like I just did. I felt like such a fool."
"You may have felt like a fool, babe, but you're a damn good-looking one. Especially when you're em-bare-assed. That was a lovely shade of pink you were rockin' out there."
"You, Thomas Wright, are a first-class smart-ass."
"Why, thank you, Max, I'll take that as a compliment."
With everyone comfortable again, we headed to the kitchen to get to work on supper. I started grilling the hamburgers on the stove's grill insert while Tom got the chips in baskets and the boys set the table and fixed drinks. We were ready to eat in short order and sat to enjoy our meal.
"So, boys, anyone else sporting the `Tom Wright Special' haircut yet?" I asked.
"Not yet, dad," Mike answered. "Mark and Billy really want to get it done, but their moms are bein' a pain and keep telling `em no way."
"Well, it's a pretty drastic thing to do. I can see why they might hesitate."
"But you let us do it, dad," T.J. countered.
"Well, the whole situation hit us a bit closer than it did Mark and Billy."
"Uh, ya' think?" Tom asked sarcastically.
"I know, big guy. By the way, Joey and Alex, I still need a list of the friends you want to invite to your party next Saturday. I'd like to start contacting their parents this weekend."
"Okay, dad, we'll have a list tonight," Alex answered.
"You said 20 or 25 kids, didn't you, dad?" Joey asked with a smirk.
"You know it was 10 to 12. Don't you try to fool me, you little booger. I'd like to have the house still standing when the party's over."
"Hey, I had to try. Do we have to have boys and girls, or can we ask just boys?"
"That's up to you. It's your party, so you get to select the guests."
"Boys only, then, Alex," Joey whispered and he received a knowing smile and nod from his brother.
"Just what are you two planning down there?"
"Nothin', dad," Alex answered. "Nothin' at all."
"I hope not. We don't want any surprises, got it?"
"We got it dad," they answered in unison.
We finished our meal and with everyone working together on the cleanup, we were ready to relax for a bit. I suggested the boys play some Uno while I called Steve to talk about my idea for Valerie to receive her comeuppance, so they grabbed the cards from their room while I headed to the study and Tom retrieved his book.
When Steve answered his phone, I got right to the business at hand. "Evening, Steve, Max Sanders here. I assume you got served with a suit from Valerie today."
"I did, but how do you know about it?"
"Because I did, too."
"You're kidding me, Max. What the heck is she thinking? You weren't involved in the board's decision to terminate her."
"Not directly, I wasn't, but you have to admit, I did kinda get it started."
"That's true, but it's still no reason to involve you in the suit. I'll exert some pressure on her and get her to drop you from this insanity."
"Don't you dare, Steve, I have a better idea. I've already talked to my attorney and he's on board with this. Let me tell you what I want to do." I explained in detail what my thought was to retaliate against Valerie and Steve was silent throughout. "So, what do you think. Do you think the others involved will go along with it?"
"I don't see why they wouldn't. You are a devious cuss, aren't you?"
"When I'm pushed, Steve, I push back. And she has pushed me well beyond my limits."
"Well, I'm glad we're on the same side on this. I sure wouldn't want to be the one going against you. I'll talk with the other board members and make sure they agree, but I don't think anyone will balk."
"Good, I want to make sure she gets the message, loud and clear."
"I do, too. By the way, I saw Gloria left me a message that you had called earlier, but I didn't read it because I was in hurry to get home. Is this what you called about?"
"Actually, no, I didn't get served until after I'd called. I wanted to talk to you about some testing for Alex and Joey."
"What kind of testing? Are they having problems with something and needing extra help."
"Not at all. In fact, it's the complete opposite. They're bored to tears with the level of math work they're doing and Mr. Thomas thought they would benefit from moving up a grade level in their studies for that subject. I've watched them do some homework here at home and they just fly right through it, barely even looking at the book, so I know what he's talking about."
"We can certainly do that, but normally, we only do that type of testing at the beginning of the school year. Switching grade levels this close to the end of the year isn't something I'd recommend. There's just not enough time left before the end of the school year for them to complete the fourth-grade curriculum."
"Okay, what if we try this, Steve? Would you be willing to give them the fourth-grade text and just let them work with it on their own and see what they do with it?"
"No harm in doing that, I guess. I'm not sure what we'll accomplish with it, but if they're willing, I'll do it."
"Great, have Ken give them the books tomorrow and let's see what happens. I have the feeling they're going to surprise us all."
"If you say so, I'll make it happen. Well, I need to call the other board members and see what they think about your idea. I'll let you know what I find out."
"Thanks, Steve. Have a great evening." We ended our call and I headed back out to rejoin the family only to discover Tom and the boys had decided on an after-meal swim. I went back to the bedroom to grab a towel and headed on out to join them. Peals of laughter and joy assaulted me when I opened the door to the pool shelter. "So, you decided to have fun without me, again, did you?" I yelled.
"C'mon, dad, get in here," Joey yelled. I jumped in the pool and was immediately assaulted by the fantastic five who spent the next 15 minutes trying to get my head underwater. When they finally succeeded, I begged off any more roughhousing and headed to calmer and deeper waters next to Tom while the boys continued their play.
"About time you got off the phone and joined us," Tom said as I settled in.
"Sorry, it took a little longer to talk to Steve than I thought."
"Solve any of the world's problems?"
"Not the world's, no, but he is going to work with me to humiliate Valerie. He's calling the other board members to let them know what we're doing and he's pretty sure they'll all join in the fun."
"It's a great idea, but I hope it doesn't backfire on you guys."
"I'm pretty sure it won't. She really doesn't have a leg to stand on. She did lie her ass off to get a teacher fired. If that's not misconduct worthy of termination, I don't know what is. The other thing I asked him about was testing for the twins to see if they could be advanced to the next grade level in math?"
"What was his answer to that?"
"He said they normally only do that testing just before the start of the school year and he wouldn't recommend changing anything this late in the school year."
"Joey and Alex won't like that much, will they?"
"No, they won't, but I did talk him into giving them the fourth-grade textbook so they could work on it in their free time and see what they can accomplish on their own. From what I've seen from their homework so far, they won't have any problems with it."
"Probably not. Those two seem to read numbers like normal people read words."
"I really think they'll surprise us all with what they do."
"They are full of surprises. All kinds of `em. That should keep our lives interesting for years to come."
"I sure hope so. I can't imagine a dull minute for the next fifteen or so years, anyway. Hope you like a challenge."
"I live for `em, Max."
"Well, I think it's about time to call it a night and get the monkeys in bed. They have school and we have to put in a court appearance tomorrow."
"Works for me. Let's go."
We climbed out of the pool and called the boys out also. "Showers, snacks and bed, boys. We'll meet you in the kitchen, okay?"
"We'll be there, dad," T.J. answered as they headed back to the house. Tom and I headed to the kitchen and got a snack of apple slices cut and milk poured and had finished the last plate when the first monkey came loping in and climbed up on his stool.
"You ready for school tomorrow, T.J.?" Tom asked.
"I suppose. I'll be glad when school's over for the summer though."
"No doubt," Tom responded. "Then, you guys can do whatever you want for a few months."
"Yeah, it'll be great out here. This'll be bestest summer I've ever had."
"I think we're all looking forward to it," I commented as the other four others finally arrived and took their stools. With the snack completed, we directed the boys towards their beds while Tom and I cleaned up the snack detritus, then headed to tuck the kids in and say good night. First stop was T.J., Mike and Andy, of course, and when we entered their room, they were curled up together as usual, T.J. holding Mike who was holding Andy. They looked so sweet and innocent as we pulled the covers over them, planted kisses on their foreheads and said, "I love you" to each of them while receiving the same back. I live for these moments, now, and don't know how I survived thirty-four years without them. We turned out the light and closed the door on the way to our next stop, Alex and Joey.
"We need to have a short chat with these two before we say good night."
"About what?" Tom asked.
"About my dad and about what can't happen for a while. I don't think we can take the chance."
"Much as I hate it, I have to agree. Way too risky."
We walked through the door to find the twins sitting in the middle of the bed, facing each other with their eyes closed. Befuddled at this new development, Tom and I sat quietly on the edge of the bed and just watched them for a few minutes. When they finally opened their eyes, and became aware of the two of us sitting there staring at them, they jumped in surprise.
"Oh, hi, dads, we didn't realize you'd come in," Alex said.
"We noticed that," I responded. "Mind if I ask what was happening here?"
"We were just talking to each other," Joey answered.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear anything, did you, Tom?"
"I didn't hear nothin', either," Tom answered with a confused look on his face.
"Please, tell me more about this, boys."
"Well, we have this kind of link between us and we can...," Alex started.
"...share things with each other we don't want others to hear," Joey finished.
"We used to do it all the time around the Muellers...," Alex said.
"...so they wouldn't know what we were talking about," Joey added.
"I've read about twins having such a connection, but never really believed it. I guess it's true, isn't it?" I asked.
"It is with us, hope it doesn't freak you out," Joey said.
"Maybe just a little bit, but I've noticed several times where one of you will start to say something and the other will finish it off, but the two thoughts are so tied together, it's like only one of you said it."
"Yeah, we used to do it a lot, but it kinda' freaks out the other kids ...," Alex started.
"...in our class, so we try not to do it too much at school, anymore," Joey finished.
"And there you go again," Tom sputtered.
"If it's too weird for ya'...," Joey said.
"...we won't do it no more," finished Alex.
"No, you're fine, we'll learn to deal with it. Do T.J., Mike and Andy know you can do this?" I asked.
"A little bit of it, they do," Joey answered.
"How do they feel about it?"
"Mike and Andy don't much like it, but T.J. thinks it cool and wishes he could do it, too," Alex answered.
"Well, you two are just full of surprises, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, sorry, dad."
"Don't be sorry, I think this is interesting." I replied.
"Well, I don't," Tom added. "This is really freakin' me out."
"C'mon, big guy, how can you possibly be scared of these two cute and innocent boys?"
"So, what did you want to talk about, dad?" Joey asked.
"Yeah, it felt like it was somethin' we ain't gonna' like," Alex said.
"Okay, now we've hit seriously spooky. Can you really know what I'm thinking, also?"
"Just bits and pieces, feelings, things like that, sometimes," Alex answered.
"Yeah, it's not like it is between just the two of us," Joey added.
"Okay, that's good to know. Now, what we need to talk about is what you two want to happen between the four of us."
"I knew this was comin', Joey," Alex frowned.
"Yeah, so did I," Joey agreed.
"You may have divined that, but you need to know the reason why. It's my dad. He's so hung up on his beliefs that he hired a lawyer to have the five of you removed from our home. He believes you guys need to be rescued from the perverted likes of Tom and me."
"He can't do that, can he?" Joey asked.
"He's tried it once already and even though my lawyer convinced his that he was wasting his time, that doesn't mean dad won't try to find another one and do the same thing again."
"Well, that just sucks, dad," Alex commented.
"Yes, it does, Alex," I snickered at his unintended pun. "But there really isn't anything I can do about it either. Until he comes down off his high horse, we're pretty well stuck with what we've got. And that means that nothing can happen between us. Do you understand what I'm saying, boys?"
"Yeah, we do," Joey answered glumly.
"But, that doesn't mean we have to like it," Alex continued.
"We don't like it much, either, but that's the way it has to be, right Tom?"
"I'm with you Alex, it sucks, but we can't take a chance of Max's dad doing something stupid, either. Maybe, once he chills out, we can reconsider."
"We'll see. I'm glad we're all in agreement. Just know, this little bump in the road doesn't change how much we love you. Okay, you two, time to get some sleep. You have school in the morning and we have to be in court."
"What for?" Alex asked.
"The Mueller's finally have to answer for the problems they caused the weekend you moved in."
"Oh boy, can we go with you?" Joey asked.
"I don't know if you should miss school for that."
"Sure, we should," Alex responded. "It's `cause of us they're in trouble..."
"...and we wanna' see `em get what they got comin' to `em," Joey added.
"I'm not too sure about that, guys. What do you think, Tom?"
"I don't see what it would hurt for them to miss a day of school. It would give `em a chance to see the inside of a courtroom before we go back to finalize the adoptions. See what the justice system's all about."
"Ple-e-e-e-ase, dads," they whined together.
"We'll make up our work at school," Joey added.
"We promise," Alex pleaded.
"I'll think about it and let you know in the morning."
"Thanks, dads," they chorused.
"Now, it's time for sleep." Joey and Alex finally laid down, curled up together and Tom and I covered them, gave them kisses goodnight and told them we loved them. After we received the same back from them, we turned off the light and closed the door as we returned to the living room.
After sitting by the fireplace, I asked, "You really think they should go with us tomorrow?"
"Why not? They're involved with this mess, I think it would be a good learning experience for them."
"Do you think the judge will let them in the court?"
"I don't know why they wouldn't. If it turns out they won't, one of us can sit in the hall with them while the other tells their story inside. Then, we'll swap places when the time comes."
"I guess that would work. I'll call Gloria at the school in the morning and see if they have a problem with it. If it's okay with them, I don't see why they can't join us."
"Well, I think I'm gonna' read for a bit before we go to bed. That okay with you?" Tom asked.
"Sounds relaxing, providing I don't fall asleep in the chair again."
"Ya' do that, you're on your own, bubba," Tom laughed.
We grabbed our books and put our feet up to read for a while. A little while later, after I suddenly realized I'd just read the same paragraph for the fourth time and wasn't retaining a bit of it, I decided it was time to call it a night. I marked my spot, set the book on the table and looked to Tom to let him know I was toast and heading for bed. What I found was a mostly inert lump of flesh and bones, book splayed across his chest, head laid back, eyes closed, mouth wide open and snoring lightly. There was only one part of his body that appeared to be awake and it was stretching from his unruly patch of dark pubic hair up towards his navel at about a forty-five-degree angle. Damn, that is one fine specimen of manhood and it was all mine. As tempting and delicious as he looked in this state, I knew I wasn't awake enough to fully enjoy the thrill of taking him into my mouth.
Putting my carnal thoughts aside, I stumbled to his chair, gently picked up the book and after marking his place, laid it on the table with mine. I then shook his shoulder to rouse him and said, "C'mon on, big guy, let's go find our bed." His eyes fluttered open and when he was coherent enough to move, I helped him up and guided him to our bedroom for a good night's sleep of two lovers curled together, as usual.
I was awakened in the morning, not by the alarm for once, but by five naked boys jumping up and down on the bed. It was quite a sight to see first thing in the morning, but a price I was more than willing to pay for the show they were putting on. How they managed to not land on Tom or myself is a mystery for the ages. Tom slowly opened his eyes and became aware of the trampoline party that was going on around us. One good thing about a Tempurpedic mattress, the bounce from the boys is pretty well absorbed before it could toss the two of us out of bed and onto the floor.
"C'mon you two, let's get moving or we'll be late for the bus," Alex yelled.
"I'm guessing it's time to get up, big guy. What do you think?" I yawned.
"If you say so. Despite their antics, I not really convinced it's morning just yet."
"Will you five quit jumping around like fools and go get dressed. We'll be right out. Joey, Alex, put on something nice, please, `cause you're going to court with us."
"Yippee! No school today!" Alex yelled.
"Scoot, y'all." They ran out of the bedroom to get dressed for the day while Tom and I did the same. While I pulled on dress pants, a button-up shirt and a sport coat, Tom got into his deputy's uniform. Ready for the day ahead, we headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast for the crew that was waiting for us. While Tom filled bowls with cereal and milk, I grabbed the phone to call the school. After letting Gloria know the twins wouldn't be in school today and why, I turned to the them and said, "T.J. will be bringing your homework with him so you can deal with it tonight. And you two look very nice, thanks for picking out something decent to wear."
"Thanks, dad, you look pretty good, too," Joey said.
"Hey, what about me?" Tom asked. "Don't I get a compliment?"
"Yeah, pops, you look nice, too," Mike snickered.
"Thank you, Mike," Tom replied sarcastically. He then pulled a dollar out of his wallet and handed it to Mike, adding, "Keep that up, young man, and I'll make you rich before your tenth birthday."
"Yippee!" Mike squealed in delight.
The others yelled, "Hey, where's ours!?"
"Sorry, fresh out, boys. You'll have to react quicker next time."
With breakfast completed, the boys rinsed and stacked their bowls in the sink and three headed to their room to grab their backpacks and coats while Joey and Alex retrieved their coats only. We met in the garage to go wait for the bus. The wait at the end of the drive was short this morning and once T.J., Mike and Andy had climbed on board and the bus moved on, Tom, Alex, Joey and I headed to the courthouse for what I hoped would be interesting experience.
"What's it like in court, pops?" Alex asked.
"Usually, pretty boring, actually. It's not like anything you've ever seen on TV. The most important thing for you two will be to stay quiet and respectful, no laughing or other outbursts. That's a very quick way to get shown to the door."
"We'll be good, pops, we promise," Joey responded.
"I know you will, I just want you to be prepared."
The rest of trip to town was fairly quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts as to what sort of punishment the Mueller's might receive for their actions. I was hoping for the electric chair or firing squad, but was pretty sure the judge wouldn't go quite that far. When we arrived at the courthouse, I found a parking spot in the lot and, after locking the car, we headed across the street to enter the four-story red brick building. I hadn't thought about the security that we had to pass through, but after Tom and I emptied our pockets into the provided baskets, we passed through the metal detectors with no problem. The boys, of course, had no issues since their pockets were empty.
"Morning, Deputy Wright," a guard greeted Tom. "How're you today?"
"Great Jack, how `bout yourself?"
"Couldn't be better. How's your head feelin' these days. We heard about you gettin' hurt and we were all pulling for you, man," Jack replied as the two shook hands.
"Thanks for that, appreciate it. I'm doing pretty well, actually, considering all the possibilities. Spread the word, will ya'?"
"You bet. When you comin' back to work so we can start seeing your bright and smiling face every day, again?"
"Never. I'm done as a deputy. Guess that news hasn't made the rounds through the courthouse grapevine, yet, has it."
"Sure hasn't. We're gonna' miss you, though. What are you gonna' do now?"
"I'm starting a private investigation service."
"Well, good luck with that. You here for a court appearance, I assume?"
"Yep, State vs. Frank and Iris Mueller, supposed to start at 10:00 o'clock. What courtroom, Jack?"
"Hang on, let me look." Jack picked up a clipboard with the schedule on it and after a brief moment, said, "You're in Family up on three, Courtroom C."
"Thanks, Jack, c'mon guys, follow me."
"Wait, they're with you? Who'd you bring with you today?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry, Jack. First, this is my fianc�, Max Sanders, and the two munchkins are two of our four, maybe five, soon-to-be sons, Joey and Alex. Guys, say hi to Jack, the best guard in the building."
Joey stepped up, extended a hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Jack."
Alex was next with, "Hi there. Thanks for letting us know where we need to go," also shaking Jack's hand.
"Morning, Jack, pleasure to meet you," I offered as I also shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you three you, also." Jack then turned back to Tom and, instead of shaking his hand, gave him a hug, then stood back and said, "Good for you, man. I wish you all the best." He then turned back to me and added, "You bagged a winner here, Max. Take good care of him."
I was stunned by Jack's reaction, but managed to sputter, "Th-th-anks, I think so, too, and I will."
"Let's move it guys, or we'll be late," Tom said. "See you later, Jack."
"Feel free to stop by any time, Deputy." Tom waved over his shoulder as he led the way down the halls to the elevator.
We boarded the elevator and Tom punched the button for the third floor. "Well, that was awkward."
"What?" I asked.
"Five years, I've managed to keep the fact I'm gay from this building and I just shot that down in five seconds. Tellin' Jack you're my fianc�, it just came out before my brain engaged. Now, it'll be known in all corners of the building in five minutes."
"Well, if his reaction to the news was indicative of any of the other people in the building, maybe it wasn't as well hidden as you thought."
"No, I guess not. Oh well, life rolls on." The elevator finally stopped at the third floor and the doors slid open to reveal a hallway bustling with activity. Joey and Alex darted out and Tom directed them to the right. When we found courtroom C, Tom said, "Wait here just a second while I check it out." Tom quietly opened the door and poked his head inside. After pulling his head back out and closing the door, he commented, "Yep, we're in the right place, looks like their finishing up the previous case, but Sarge, Brian and the Mueller's are already in there and it looks like we'll be next. We'll wait out here until Dylan comes to get us." We moved away from the door and took a seat on a bench just a bit down the hall.
A few minutes later, the door slammed open as a man swearing revenge on his ex-wife, her lawyer and his own lawyer stormed into the hall and turned for the elevator, followed by a woman with a peaceful smile gracing her face. Sure didn't take a rocket scientist to determine the winner in that battle. Dylan emerged a few moments later, swiveled his head our direction, then waved for us to follow him in.
"I expected to see you and Max today, Tom, but I didn't know you were bringing Alex and Joey with you. Hi boys, how ya' doin'?" he greeted as he knelt down to the boys' level.
"Great Mr. Brock, how're you?" they responded together as they gave him a hug.
"About as well as can be expected," Dylan replied patting both boys on the back.
"Having them with us isn't a problem, is it Sarge?"
"Not at all. Only fitting they get to see the wheels of justice in action. How's your head doin' Tom?"
"Great, Sarge. I'm well on the way to a complete recovery. Kinda nice to kick back and take it easy for a while after the last five years of 24/7 stress."
"Glad to hear it. Nice to know that graze didn't scramble anything inside that thick skull of yours. `Course, there'd have to be somethin' in there to scramble first, wouldn't there?" The boys giggled at Dylan's joke and then covered their mouths to stifle the sound. "You're okay, for now, boys, but once the judge starts the case, you'll have to be quiet."
"We know, Mr. Brock...," Alex started.
"...we'll be good, we promise," Joey finished.
"I have no doubt of that, you two. I know you're good kids."
"Any idea how this is going to go, Dylan," I asked. "I've never been in a court before."
"Well, we're in the family court and the rules here are a little different than what you might expect. It's a bit more informal and relaxed than your regular criminal court. Usually, the judge will ask most of the questions and renders a decision immediately after he's heard from everybody, as long as the issues aren't too big. Of course, you still have to tell the truth."
"That's a given," I responded.
"Looks like were ready to start. Why don't we have a seat in the first pew on the right up here. You'll be called when you're needed."
"Thanks, Dylan." Dylan led the way to the front of the courtroom and we were soon seated next to Brian, to whom I gave a small wave of the hand and he responded with a thumb's up.
The bailiff stood and announced, "All rise, court is now in session, the honorable Judge David Corgan presiding in the case of the State of Illinois versus Frank and Iris Mueller, two charges each of obstruction of a police officer and one charge each of destruction of property."
I elbowed Tom as the judge entered the courtroom and whispered, "I wonder if he's related to our tenants in the cemetery."
After the judge took his seat, the bailiff waved his hands to indicate we could sit, again. Just before the judge spoke, my lawyer, James, snuck in a took a seat in the pew behind us.
"Good day, Mr. Cantrell," the judge began, "I wasn't aware of your being needed this morning, please explain your presence in this closed proceeding."
James stood and offered, "Yes, your honor. One of the witnesses in this case is a client of mine and, while I'm not here in an official capacity today, I request I be allowed to stay to protect my client's interests if the need arises."
"Thank you, Mr. Cantrell. Your request is granted. Please be seated."
"Thank you, your honor," James replied as he retook his seat.
"Good morning to you, Mr. Schmidt, representing the interests of the state as usual, and who do we have representing the defendants this morning? I don't believe I've seen you in my court before today."
After standing, the Mueller's lawyer said, "Good morning, your honor. My name is Terry Mutchler, representing the defendants, Frank and Iris Mueller. It's a pleasure to be here."
"You may want to reserve that judgment until after we hear the case, Ms. Mutchler. But, good morning to you, also, and welcome to family court. Are you familiar with the rules concerning decorum in this court?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Good, take your seat please and let's get this show on the road. Some quick rules for those of you not familiar with how this particular court operates. You will remain seated at all times unless you are called to the witness stand to provide testimony. You will not speak unless you have been asked a direct question by myself or one of the two attorneys in the court. Attorneys may only speak when questioning a witness or when raising an objection. Is this clear to everyone?" Everyone nodded their assent.
"Good, now, I see we also have Sergeant Brock and Deputy Wright here from the Sangamon County Sherriff's Department with us this morning. Good morning, gentlemen, welcome back to my court. Glad you could make it this morning. How's your head Deputy Wright? You doing okay?"
Tom blushed at being asked, but stood and responded, "I'm doing just fine, your honor. Thank you for asking."
"Glad to hear it Deputy. I understand you were the officer who was on the scene of this incident, is that correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent. We'll hear from you in a moment. Please be seated. Sergeant Brock, you were called to the scene and will provide additional testimony, is that correct?"
"Yes, your honor," Dylan replied after standing.
"Thank you, sir, you may also be seated. Mr. Marks, I understand you're here because you were involved in this little kerfuffle, also."
Brian stood and offered a quiet, "Yes, your honor."
"Speak up, son, I'm getting old and these ears don't work as well as they used to."
Brian coughed a bit and replied in a slightly louder voice, "Yes, your honor."
"That's much better, young man. You may be seated. Now, who's next, ah yes, Mr. Sanders, welcome to my court. It's my understanding from reading the defendants statements, that this is all your fault. I assume you are here to provide testimony to the contrary."
I stood and answered, "That correct, your honor."
"Very well. Now, who are these two fine-looking young gentlemen you've brought with you today?"
"These are two of the boys I'm in the process of adopting, your honor." I prodded the boys into standing and when they were, I continued. "Their names are Alexander and Joseph Allison."
"Nice to meet you, boys. Do you understand the rules of this court?"
"Yes, your honor," they chorused.
"Thank you, you three may be seated. Will the defendants please rise and state your names for the record?" Frank and Iris both stood and said their names. "Now, you both have been charged with two counts of obstruction and one count of destruction of property, each. How do you plead to these charges?"
"Not guilty, your honor."
"I expected as much. You just couldn't make things easy today, could you? Sit back down, you two," the judge said with obvious disgust in his voice. I looked to Tom and raised my eyebrows in question and he could only shrug his shoulders in reply. "Guess we're going to do this the hard way. Mr. Schmidt, I believe you have the privilege of starting the proceedings. Please, let's get this ball rolling."
"Thank you, your honor, happy to do so." | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family 39</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Toc479268497"><span>Chapter 39 � Justice Screwed</span></a></h2>
<p><span>I
stood in the open doorway for a minute or two trying to process what had just
happened when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Tom ask, "Who was that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Huh,
oh yeah, some dude named Ryan just handed me this, said `you've been served' and
drove off," I answered, handing the bundle to Tom. "What the hell is that all
about?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
took the papers and went through them really quick while I remembered, finally,
to close the door.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
Max, if I'm reading this right, it looks like you've been sued."</span></p>
<p><span>"By
who!? And for what?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It
looks like Valerie has included you in her lawsuit against the school district
and board for wrongful termination. Boy, you really know how to make new
friends, don't ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
fuckin' bitch! I had nothing to do with her being fired. She did that to
herself."</span></p>
<p><span>"She
apparently disagrees. And, surprise, surprise, she found a lawyer who does,
too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
they're both idiots, then. I have to call Steve this evening and see if he got
the same thing, but first, I need to call James and get him on board with killing
this bullshit. Then, just for good measure, I'll have him kill Valerie, too.
She fuckin' the wrong man this time. In more ways than one." </span></p>
<p><span>Tom
stuck his fingers in his ears and trilled, "lalalalalalalalala, I am <i>NOT</i>
hearing this."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
chill out. As much pleasure as it would bring to me to do it, you know I wouldn't."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
`cause I don't want to have to bring the kids to visit their dad in prison."</span></p>
<p><span>I
went back to the living room and dialed James' number. After telling his
receptionist who I was, I, again, told her I needed to talk to James as soon as
possible for another emergency. Unfortunately, James was in a conference and
had to call me back. I reiterated how important it was I talk to James today
and hung up.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't believe this, he's with another client and wouldn't take my call," I
fumed as I paced the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>"MAX!"
Tom yelled as he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me to get my attention.
"Calm down! First, you're not James' only client. He does not live to take
care of just <i>your</i> legal needs. Second, this is complete bullshit, you
know, I know it, and James will too, as soon as he sees it. Hell, even Valerie
knows it's a huge crock overflowing with the worst smelling pile of Kobe beef
shit. She's just trying to make a few quick bucks off the school and you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
she ain't getting' shit outta' me. I'll stick my dick in a light socket and
flip the switch before that happens."</span></p>
<p><span>"That
certainly puts a new twist on `light my fire', babe," he laughed. "I'd pay
good money to watch that show." As pissed off as I was, I had to laugh at the
image that flitted through my brain.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
all right, I'm calming down. First, my dad decides to fuck with my life and
now this bitch. Who's next, huh?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Ain't
gonna' be me, huh-uh, no way, man."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know that, big guy. Thanks for breakin' that evil spell she put on me. I
needed a wakeup call. And now that I think about this, I've had an inspiration
on the perfect way to screw her back. Not literally, of course. I wouldn't
touch that evil cu..., uh, witch, with a 20-foot pole."</span></p>
<p><span>"How
you gonna' do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
isn't it fairly common that the loser in a lawsuit like this usually ends up
paying the attorney's fees for both sides?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
it's in the suit that way, sure."</span></p>
<p><span>"And,
honestly, what do you think the chances of her winning this are?"</span></p>
<p><span>"From
what I know about what happened with her last week, zilch, zero, nada. You'd
stand a better chance of having a snowball fight in hell with Satan himself than
she does of winning if this goes to a trial."</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly.
Now, think about this, Tom. We don't resist going to court. James, the school's
and board member's attorneys and her shyster, all racking up fees as they churn
out enough paper to plaster Springfield. Then, after a nice long trial with
lots of witnesses and costly experts, she loses. First, the suit, and second,
her ass."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
suppose that could happen. But you have to balance that possible outcome
against the slim possibility a jury finds for her. Then you'd have to pay her <i>and</i>
all those attorney's fees."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
if we ask for a trial by a judge only, no jury? What do you think the chances
of a solid win for us would be?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Pretty
good, in my mind, but I'm not the judge, either. If I were, she'd never see
the inside of a courtroom, not with this flimsy piece of crap."</span></p>
<p><span>"Give
me that, I'm gonna' fax it to James right now with a note to call me ASAP." I
took the bundle of garbage from Tom, headed to the study and after writing a
note to James to call me, stuffed the whole pile into the fax machine and sent
it on its way. When the machine started scanning the pages, I headed back to
the living room, plotting a strategy to make Ms. Carr, The Wicked Bitch of the
West, pay through the nose.</span></p>
<p><span>When
I rejoined Tom, he asked, "Isn't it about time for the boys to get off the bus?"</span></p>
<p><span>I
looked at my watch and answered, "It sure is, you feel like picking them up
this afternoon so I can be here if James calls?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
no problem. Promise me you won't do anything absolutely nutso in the five
minutes I leave you alone."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
go on, get out of here, I'm fine now. Still pissed off, but I'm working on a
plan." </span></p>
<p><span>"If
you say, so. We'll be right back." Tom grabbed his coat, slipped on a pair of
shoes and headed to meet the boys as they returned home.</span></p>
<p><span>I
sat by the fireplace, mind whirling as I planned, plotted and devised what I
thought was the perfect strategy to nail Valerie to the wall. Come on, James,
would you call back, damn it? I want to get on with this. A few minutes after
Tom left, I heard the rumble of the garage door closing, followed by the clamor
of the fantastic five storming the house. I'd always wondered what a
stampeding herd of wild buffalo sounded like, and I now have the answer to that
question. About the same as five boys happily returning home from another
grinding day at school.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
found me where he'd left me, sitting by the fireplace and he was followed shortly
by the aforementioned herd, having shed their clothes and running wildly
towards me to give hugs, which I eagerly accepted and returned. "Afternoon my herd
of tiny naked buffalo, how was your day?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
had a great day, dad, what about you?" Alex answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
had better days, but this one's improving, now that you guys are home. Who has
homework?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nobody,"
Joey said with a wide smile.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
dad, why you got clothes on?" T.J. wanted to know.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we've had several people here today to talk about the twins' room and Tom's
office and I just haven't had a chance to get comfortable once everybody left."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why'd
you call us a herd of buffalo?" Mike asked. "Were we really that loud?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Boys,
you were so loud, I heard you while you were still coming down the driveway," I
grinned. "Then, when you came in the house, I thought an earthquake was
happening."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
dad, we'll try to be quieter."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
you dare. The five of you coming home is the best thing I've heard all day."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gee,
thanks, Max. You really know how to boost a guy's ego," Tom laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
my bad, it's a tie. You feelin' better, now, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
getting there." </span></p>
<p><span>The
phone rang and I was happy to see from the caller ID that James was calling
back. I grabbed the phone before it could ring a second time and said, "Hey,
James, thanks for calling me back so soon. Can you hold on a second while I go
to the study so we can talk? ... Perfect, the boys just got home from school
and it's little noisy at the moment. Be back with you in just a moment." I
put James on hold and as I headed to the study, I said, "Why don't you guys
figure out what's for supper while I deal with this?" I heard food suggestions
flying all the way down the hall until I closed the study door. With the door
closed, I sat at the desk and picked up the call.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
James, sorry about that. I don't think the boys need to hear this
conversation. Did you get my fax?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
did, but before we get into that, I want to let you know why I couldn't take your
call earlier."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope it's good news."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think it is, but you'll be the final judge of that. I found the attorney your
dad hired and invited him over for a little chat."</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
who is it? And were you able to talk some sense into him?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not giving you his name because you don't need to know. And to answer your
second question, I think so. Once I explained the difficulties you're having
with your father and why he's going after you, he seemed to understand that
this situation is a personal issue between you and your dad, and based solely
on your father's religious beliefs. While the attorney sort of agrees with
your dad's reasoning, he realizes that this type of issue would be better
solved between the two of you and to kept out of the courts."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a relief, James. What's he going to do with dad, then?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Before
he left my office, I impressed upon him that he needs to tell his client that
while he may agree with him on some points, the laws of the state don't and he
has no grounds for bringing this type of action against you. He said he would
also return the retainer your father has paid him so he will no longer be beholden
to do as your father wants."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excellent.
That's a load off my mind. Thanks for taking care of it for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hold
on, Max, don't start celebrating, not yet, anyway. Just because I was able to
convince this particular attorney there were no grounds to continue his representation
of your father, that doesn't mean he won't go out and find another attorney to
make your life miserable. I'll protect you as best I can, but you're not free
of this entirely until you can get your father to change his point of view.
And I truly wish you luck with that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for what you've accomplished so far. Now what do you think about the papers I
faxed you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"In
my most humble legal opinion, I think this Valerie Carr is off her meds. I
mean, how she can possibly think you had anything to do with her termination is
beyond comprehension."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
James, I <i>am</i> the one who called the board president and essentially
threatened him to get him to dig into the situation, but that's all I did. I
swear. Wait, let me amend that. I did enjoy a private little cheer when I
heard the news she been canned, but that and the phone call constitute the sum
total of my involvement. Oh, wait, there is <i>one</i> more thing. My boys,
Alex and Joey, talked to Steve Furman, the board president, over the phone that
night to tell him what happened in the classroom that fateful afternoon, and
Steve then asked his daughter about it since she's in the same class, and she
told him the same story my boys did. So, I made the call that got the ball
rolling, my boys told the truth and I enjoyed a little `yippee'. Okay, that's
it. Pretty sure it is, anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"None
of that matters. Look, Max, don't worry about this one bit. I'll get you
removed from this nightmare in a heartbeat."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no, don't you dare do that, James. I want you to proceed full steam ahead."</span></p>
<p><span>"What!?
Why the hell would you want to do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
come up with a way to make Ms. Carr pay for having such a vindictive
personality." I first explained the entire sequence of events that led to
Valerie's dismissal, from my initial meeting with her and the boys' teachers,
to her canning that happened two days later. I then told James my plan and
asked what he thought of the idea.</span></p>
<p><span>"By
god, Max, that's freakin' genius. I wish I'd thought of it. I'll have her
shyster swimming in so much paper, he'll need a ladder to get fresh air. And
he ain't cheap, either. He charges even more than I do," James laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good.
I want to soak her dry. With what you now know, do you think she has a hope in
hell of winning?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Only
if the judge is a complete idiot and off his meds too, which is always
possible, but I'll do what I can to ensure we don't have that problem."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excellent,
James. I'm going to call Steve later and talk to him about it, too. I'm sure
he'll be on board with this, also. He despises Valerie almost as much as I do
after what she did."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds,
good, Max. This will work much better if we're all on the same page. Now, I
have to ask you a question. I heard through the grapevine that you may be in
court tomorrow without me being there to represent you. You haven't hired
another attorney, have you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Are
you kidding me, James, after all you've done for me over the years, how could
you even think that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if you haven't hired a new lawyer, why are you going to be in court?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
going to be there as a witness against the two nasty individuals who used to be
the twins' foster parents. They were a problem from the moment I met them and
they are about to get served their just desserts, I hope."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah,
that explains why you're on the family court docket and not the criminal. I
wondered about that, especially since I know I'm representing you on the
adoptions. You sure you don't need me there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If
you have some spare time, you may want to be there for the entertainment value,
I think it'll be worth it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
like fun, Max, I'll see what I can do. Okay, I think that's all I had, you
good, now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Finer
than frog's hair, James. Thanks for your help."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
why I get paid the big bucks, remember. Good luck with your dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
James, talk to you later." I cradled the receiver back on the phone and
breathed a huge sigh of relief. Once my nerves were settled, I headed across
the hall to get undressed before joining the rest of the family for supper. As
I turned the corner from the hall and headed into the living room, I was
shocked to find company sitting there, chatting with the boys and Tom, who were
all dressed. When the hell had she arrived? I sure didn't hear the drive sensor
go off. I blushed about 6 shades of red from head to toe and promptly turned
on my heel to beat a hasty retreat to get dressed again.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi,
Max, so nice to <i>see</i> you," Carol called loudly, causing the boys and Tom
to swivel their heads in my direction. Once they saw my bare backside as I
hustled around the corner and down the hall, they all busted out laughing.</span></p>
<p><span>"Dad,
`other people' rules, remember!?" T.J. yelled, while laughing hysterically.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
y'all could have warned me we had company," I yelled back as I continued on
down the hall. I pulled on a pair of shorts and returned to the living room
where everyone was still enjoying a good laugh at my expense. "Hello, Carol,
so nice of you to come out. To what do we owe the pleasure?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
no, the pleasure was <i>all</i> mine. That look on your face just now,
absolutely priceless," she giggled. "Actually, I stopped by to see how Tom's
doing with his recovery. I'm glad to see he's looking and feeling better than
the last time I saw him."</span></p>
<p><span>"At
least I'm not bleedin' like a stuck pig this time, Carol. That's a big plus in
my book."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mine,
too, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
did you guys figure out what we're having for supper?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
general consensus we reached was hamburgers and chips," Tom answered. "Sound
okay to you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That
sounds good to me, too. How `bout you Carol, you want to join us?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for that kind offer, but I was just on my way back to Springfield from
Jacksonville and thought I'd stop by for a few minutes to see my favorite
ex-cop. I'm supposed to meet Anna for supper in a bit to discuss an upcoming
adoption case."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
still see you next Thursday for Alex and Joey's birthday, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
have that night blocked out on my calendar so I won't miss it. The only thing
that would be more important would be an invitation from the White House. Not
that I'd go there, now, mind you. Not with the grabbin' fool that's living
there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
you'll get to meet Tom's parents and my mom, then."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
about your dad? Isn't he going to be here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
highly doubt it. We're not on speaking terms at the moment. He may not even
be talking to mom, for all I know."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry to hear that. I hope you can smooth things over with him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
me, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
let me get out of your way so you can get started on supper. I'm sure these
boys are about ready to eat a dinosaur."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
might be hungry, Ms. Ward, but not <i>that</i> hungry," Joey chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>After
Tom and the boys gave her hugs, I followed Carol to the door, gave her my own
hug and said good night. As soon as the door was closed, I turned around to
have a little chat with the wild bunch about giving fair warnings and found
them all ripping their clothes off while heading to their rooms to put them
away, tripping and stumbling as they tried to drop their shorts while walking.
Wasn't much I could do or say at the moment except to laugh at the slapstick
comedy before my eyes. Tom headed my direction, grabbed my arm and led me to
the bedroom so we could do the same.</span></p>
<p><span>"Really
funny, Tom. Why didn't you come tell me Carol was here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
sorry, babe, I just assumed you'd hear the drive sensor ding."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
tell you right now, when the study door is closed, you can't hear that damn
thing in there. I'll have to see if there's any way to add another chime in
there so I don't embarrass myself again like I just did. I felt like such a
fool."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
may have felt like a fool, babe, but you're a damn good-looking one.
Especially when you're em-bare-assed. That was a lovely shade of pink you were
rockin' out there."</span></p>
<p><span>"You,
Thomas Wright, are a first-class smart-ass."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why,
thank you, Max, I'll take that as a compliment."</span></p>
<p><span>With
everyone comfortable again, we headed to the kitchen to get to work on
supper. I started grilling the hamburgers on the stove's grill insert while
Tom got the chips in baskets and the boys set the table and fixed drinks. We
were ready to eat in short order and sat to enjoy our meal.</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
boys, anyone else sporting the `Tom Wright Special' haircut yet?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
yet, dad," Mike answered. "Mark and Billy really want to get it done, but
their moms are bein' a pain and keep telling `em no way."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
it's a pretty drastic thing to do. I can see why they might hesitate."</span></p>
<p><span>"But
you let <i>us</i> do it, dad," T.J. countered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
the whole situation hit us a bit closer than it did Mark and Billy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh,
ya' think?" Tom asked sarcastically.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
<i>know</i>, big guy. By the way, Joey and Alex, I still need a list of the friends
you want to invite to your party next Saturday. I'd like to start contacting
their parents this weekend."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
dad, we'll have a list tonight," Alex answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
said 20 or 25 kids, didn't you, dad?" Joey asked with a smirk.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
know it was 10 to 12. Don't you try to fool me, you little booger. I'd like
to have the house still standing when the party's over."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
I had to try. Do we have to have boys and girls, or can we ask just boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
up to you. It's your party, so you get to select the guests."</span></p>
<p><span>"Boys
only, then, Alex," Joey whispered and he received a knowing smile and nod from
his brother.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
what are you two planning down there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nothin',
dad," Alex answered. "Nothin' at all."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
hope not. We don't want any surprises, got it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We
got it dad," they answered in unison.</span></p>
<p><span>We
finished our meal and with everyone working together on the cleanup, we were
ready to relax for a bit. I suggested the boys play some Uno while I called
Steve to talk about my idea for Valerie to receive her comeuppance, so they
grabbed the cards from their room while I headed to the study and Tom retrieved
his book.</span></p>
<p><span>When
Steve answered his phone, I got right to the business at hand. "Evening,
Steve, Max Sanders here. I assume you got served with a suit from Valerie
today."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
did, but how do you know about it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Because
I did, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're
kidding me, Max. What the heck is she thinking? You weren't involved in the
board's decision to terminate her."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
directly, I wasn't, but you have to admit, I did kinda get it started."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
true, but it's still no reason to involve you in the suit. I'll exert some
pressure on her and get her to drop you from this insanity."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
you dare, Steve, I have a better idea. I've already talked to my attorney and
he's on board with this. Let me tell you what I want to do." I explained in
detail what my thought was to retaliate against Valerie and Steve was silent
throughout. "So, what do you think. Do you think the others involved will go
along with it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't see why they wouldn't. You are a devious cuss, aren't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"When
I'm pushed, Steve, I push back. And she has pushed me well beyond my limits."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I'm glad we're on the same side on this. I sure wouldn't want to be the one
going against you. I'll talk with the other board members and make sure they
agree, but I don't think anyone will balk."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
I want to make sure she gets the message, loud and clear."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
do, too. By the way, I saw Gloria left me a message that you had called
earlier, but I didn't read it because I was in hurry to get home. Is this what
you called about?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually,
no, I didn't get served until after I'd called. I wanted to talk to you about
some testing for Alex and Joey."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
kind of testing? Are they having problems with something and needing extra
help."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all. In fact, it's the complete opposite. They're bored to tears with the
level of math work they're doing and Mr. Thomas thought they would benefit from
moving up a grade level in their studies for that subject. I've watched them
do some homework here at home and they just fly right through it, barely even
looking at the book, so I know what he's talking about."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
can certainly do that, but normally, we only do that type of testing at the
beginning of the school year. Switching grade levels this close to the end of
the year isn't something I'd recommend. There's just not enough time left
before the end of the school year for them to complete the fourth-grade
curriculum."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
what if we try this, Steve? Would you be willing to give them the fourth-grade
text and just let them work with it on their own and see what they do with it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No
harm in doing that, I guess. I'm not sure what we'll accomplish with it, but
if they're willing, I'll do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
have Ken give them the books tomorrow and let's see what happens. I have the
feeling they're going to surprise us all."</span></p>
<p><span>"If
you say so, I'll make it happen. Well, I need to call the other board members
and see what they think about your idea. I'll let you know what I find out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Steve. Have a great evening." We ended our call and I headed back out to
rejoin the family only to discover Tom and the boys had decided on an
after-meal swim. I went back to the bedroom to grab a towel and headed on out
to join them. Peals of laughter and joy assaulted me when I opened the door to
the pool shelter. "So, you decided to have fun without me, again, did you?" I
yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
dad, get in here," Joey yelled. I jumped in the pool and was immediately
assaulted by the fantastic five who spent the next 15 minutes trying to get my
head underwater. When they finally succeeded, I begged off any more
roughhousing and headed to calmer and deeper waters next to Tom while the boys
continued their play.</span></p>
<p><span>"About
time you got off the phone and joined us," Tom said as I settled in.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
it took a little longer to talk to Steve than I thought."</span></p>
<p><span>"Solve
any of the world's problems?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
the world's, no, but he is going to work with me to humiliate Valerie. He's
calling the other board members to let them know what we're doing and he's
pretty sure they'll all join in the fun."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's
a great idea, but I hope it doesn't backfire on you guys."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
pretty sure it won't. She really doesn't have a leg to stand on. She did lie
her ass off to get a teacher fired. If that's not misconduct worthy of
termination, I don't know what is. The other thing I asked him about was
testing for the twins to see if they could be advanced to the next grade level
in math?"</span></p>
<p><span>"What
was his answer to that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"He
said they normally only do that testing just before the start of the school
year and he wouldn't recommend changing anything this late in the school year."</span></p>
<p><span>"Joey
and Alex won't like that much, will they?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
they won't, but I did talk him into giving them the fourth-grade textbook so they
could work on it in their free time and see what they can accomplish on their
own. From what I've seen from their homework so far, they won't have any
problems with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Probably
not. Those two seem to read numbers like normal people read words."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
really think they'll surprise us all with what they do."</span></p>
<p><span>"They
are full of surprises. All kinds of `em. That should keep our lives
interesting for years to come."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
sure hope so. I can't imagine a dull minute for the next fifteen or so years,
anyway. Hope you like a challenge."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
live for `em, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I think it's about time to call it a night and get the monkeys in bed. They
have school and we have to put in a court appearance tomorrow."</span></p>
<p><span>"Works
for me. Let's go."</span></p>
<p><span>We
climbed out of the pool and called the boys out also. "Showers, snacks and
bed, boys. We'll meet you in the kitchen, okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be there, dad," T.J. answered as they headed back to the house. Tom and I
headed to the kitchen and got a snack of apple slices cut and milk poured and
had finished the last plate when the first monkey came loping in and climbed up
on his stool.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
ready for school tomorrow, T.J.?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
suppose. I'll be glad when school's over for the summer though."</span></p>
<p><span>"No
doubt," Tom responded. "Then, you guys can do whatever you want for a few
months."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it'll be great out here. This'll be bestest summer I've ever had."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
think we're all looking forward to it," I commented as the other four others
finally arrived and took their stools. With the snack completed, we directed
the boys towards their beds while Tom and I cleaned up the snack detritus, then
headed to tuck the kids in and say good night. First stop was T.J., Mike and
Andy, of course, and when we entered their room, they were curled up together
as usual, T.J. holding Mike who was holding Andy. They looked so sweet and
innocent as we pulled the covers over them, planted kisses on their foreheads
and said, "I love you" to each of them while receiving the same back. I live
for these moments, now, and don't know how I survived thirty-four years without
them. We turned out the light and closed the door on the way to our next stop,
Alex and Joey. </span></p>
<p><span>"We
need to have a short chat with these two before we say good night."</span></p>
<p><span>"About
what?" Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"About
my dad and about what can't happen for a while. I don't think we can take the
chance."</span></p>
<p><span>"Much
as I hate it, I have to agree. Way too risky."</span></p>
<p><span>We
walked through the door to find the twins sitting in the middle of the bed,
facing each other with their eyes closed. Befuddled at this new development, Tom
and I sat quietly on the edge of the bed and just watched them for a few
minutes. When they finally opened their eyes, and became aware of the two of
us sitting there staring at them, they jumped in surprise.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
hi, dads, we didn't realize you'd come in," Alex said.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
noticed that," I responded. "Mind if I ask what was happening here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We
were just talking to each other," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Excuse
me? I didn't hear anything, did you, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
didn't hear nothin', either," Tom answered with a confused look on his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"Please,
tell me more about this, boys."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we have this kind of link between us and we can...," Alex started.</span></p>
<p><span>"...share
things with each other we don't want others to hear," Joey finished.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
used to do it all the time around the Muellers...," Alex said.</span></p>
<p><span>"...so
they wouldn't know what we were talking about," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"I've
read about twins having such a connection, but never really believed it. I
guess it's true, isn't it?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"It
is with us, hope it doesn't freak you out," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Maybe
just a little bit, but I've noticed several times where one of you will start
to say something and the other will finish it off, but the two thoughts are so
tied together, it's like only one of you said it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we used to do it a lot, but it kinda' freaks out the other kids ...," Alex
started.</span></p>
<p><span>"...in
our class, so we try not to do it too much at school, anymore," Joey finished.</span></p>
<p><span>"And
there you go again," Tom sputtered.</span></p>
<p><span>"If
it's too weird for ya'...," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"...we
won't do it no more," finished Alex.</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
you're fine, we'll learn to deal with it. Do T.J., Mike and Andy know you can
do this?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"A
little bit of it, they do," Joey answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"How
do they feel about it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mike
and Andy don't much like it, but T.J. thinks it cool and wishes he could do it,
too," Alex answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
you two are just full of surprises, aren't you?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
sorry, dad."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't
be sorry, I think this is interesting." I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I don't," Tom added. "This is really freakin' me out."</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon,
big guy, how can you possibly be scared of these two cute and innocent boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"So,
what did you want to talk about, dad?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it felt like it was somethin' we ain't gonna' like," Alex said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
now we've hit seriously spooky. Can you really know what I'm thinking, also?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just
bits and pieces, feelings, things like that, sometimes," Alex answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
it's not like it is between just the two of us," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay,
that's good to know. Now, what we need to talk about is what you two want to
happen between the four of us."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
knew this was comin', Joey," Alex frowned.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
so did I," Joey agreed.</span></p>
<p><span>"You
may have divined that, but you need to know the reason why. It's my dad. He's
so hung up on his beliefs that he hired a lawyer to have the five of you
removed from our home. He believes you guys need to be rescued from the
perverted likes of Tom and me."</span></p>
<p><span>"He
can't do that, can he?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"He's
tried it once already and even though my lawyer convinced his that he was
wasting his time, that doesn't mean dad won't try to find another one and do
the same thing again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
that just sucks, dad," Alex commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
it does, Alex," I snickered at his unintended pun. "But there really isn't
anything I can do about it either. Until he comes down off his high horse,
we're pretty well stuck with what we've got. And that means that nothing can
happen between us. Do you understand what I'm saying, boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
we do," Joey answered glumly.</span></p>
<p><span>"But,
that doesn't mean we have to like it," Alex continued.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
don't like it much, either, but that's the way it has to be, right Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
with you Alex, it sucks, but we can't take a chance of Max's dad doing
something stupid, either. Maybe, once he chills out, we can reconsider."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
see. I'm glad we're all in agreement. Just know, this little bump in the road
doesn't change how much we love you. Okay, you two, time to get some sleep.
You have school in the morning and we have to be in court."</span></p>
<p><span>"What
for?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"The
Mueller's finally have to answer for the problems they caused the weekend you
moved in."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh
boy, can we go with you?" Joey asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know if you should miss school for that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure,
we should," Alex responded. "It's `cause of us they're in trouble..."</span></p>
<p><span>"...and
we wanna' see `em get what they got comin' to `em," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
not too sure about that, guys. What do you think, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't see what it would hurt for them to miss a day of school. It would give
`em a chance to see the inside of a courtroom before we go back to finalize the
adoptions. See what the justice system's all about."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ple-e-e-e-ase,
dads," they whined together. </span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
make up our work at school," Joey added.</span></p>
<p><span>"We
promise," Alex pleaded.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll
think about it and let you know in the morning."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
dads," they chorused.</span></p>
<p><span>"Now,
it's time for sleep." Joey and Alex finally laid down, curled up together and
Tom and I covered them, gave them kisses goodnight and told them we loved
them. After we received the same back from them, we turned off the light and
closed the door as we returned to the living room.</span></p>
<p><span>After
sitting by the fireplace, I asked, "You really think they should go with us
tomorrow?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why
not? They're involved with this mess, I think it would be a good learning
experience for them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Do
you think the judge will let them in the court?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I
don't know why they wouldn't. If it turns out they won't, one of us can sit in
the hall with them while the other tells their story inside. Then, we'll swap places
when the time comes."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
guess that would work. I'll call Gloria at the school in the morning and see
if they have a problem with it. If it's okay with them, I don't see why they
can't join us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
I think I'm gonna' read for a bit before we go to bed. That okay with you?"
Tom asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds
relaxing, providing I don't fall asleep in the chair again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ya'
do that, you're on your own, bubba," Tom laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>We
grabbed our books and put our feet up to read for a while. A little while
later, after I suddenly realized I'd just read the same paragraph for the
fourth time and wasn't retaining a bit of it, I decided it was time to call it
a night. I marked my spot, set the book on the table and looked to Tom to let
him know I was toast and heading for bed. What I found was a mostly inert lump
of flesh and bones, book splayed across his chest, head laid back, eyes closed,
mouth wide open and snoring lightly. There was only one part of his body that
appeared to be awake and it was stretching from his unruly patch of dark pubic
hair up towards his navel at about a forty-five-degree angle. Damn, that is
one fine specimen of manhood and it was all mine. As tempting and delicious as
he looked in this state, I knew I wasn't awake enough to fully enjoy the thrill
of taking him into my mouth. </span></p>
<p><span>Putting
my carnal thoughts aside, I stumbled to his chair, gently picked up the book
and after marking his place, laid it on the table with mine. I then shook his
shoulder to rouse him and said, "C'mon on, big guy, let's go find our bed."
His eyes fluttered open and when he was coherent enough to move, I helped him up
and guided him to our bedroom for a good night's sleep of two lovers curled
together, as usual.</span></p>
<p><span>I
was awakened in the morning, not by the alarm for once, but by five naked boys
jumping up and down on the bed. It was quite a sight to see first thing in the
morning, but a price I was more than willing to pay for the show they were
putting on. How they managed to not land on Tom or myself is a mystery for the
ages. Tom slowly opened his eyes and became aware of the trampoline party that
was going on around us. One good thing about a Tempurpedic mattress, the
bounce from the boys is pretty well absorbed before it could toss the two of us
out of bed and onto the floor.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon
you two, let's get moving or we'll be late for the bus," Alex yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
guessing it's time to get up, big guy. What do you think?" I yawned.</span></p>
<p><span>"If
you say so. Despite their antics, I not really convinced it's morning just
yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Will
you five quit jumping around like fools and go get dressed. We'll be right out.
Joey, Alex, put on something nice, please, `cause you're going to court with
us." </span></p>
<p><span>"Yippee!
No school today!" Alex yelled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Scoot,
y'all." They ran out of the bedroom to get dressed for the day while Tom and I
did the same. While I pulled on dress pants, a button-up shirt and a sport
coat, Tom got into his deputy's uniform. Ready for the day ahead, we headed to
the kitchen to get some breakfast for the crew that was waiting for us. While
Tom filled bowls with cereal and milk, I grabbed the phone to call the school.
After letting Gloria know the twins wouldn't be in school today and why, I
turned to the them and said, "T.J. will be bringing your homework with him so
you can deal with it tonight. And you two look very nice, thanks for picking
out something decent to wear."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
dad, you look pretty good, too," Joey said.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey,
what about me?" Tom asked. "Don't I get a compliment?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah,
pops, you look nice, too," Mike snickered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mike," Tom replied sarcastically. He then pulled a dollar out of his
wallet and handed it to Mike, adding, "Keep that up, young man, and I'll make
you rich before your tenth birthday."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yippee!"
Mike squealed in delight.</span></p>
<p><span>The
others yelled, "Hey, where's ours!?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sorry,
fresh out, boys. You'll have to react quicker next time."</span></p>
<p><span>With
breakfast completed, the boys rinsed and stacked their bowls in the sink and
three headed to their room to grab their backpacks and coats while Joey and
Alex retrieved their coats only. We met in the garage to go wait for the bus.
The wait at the end of the drive was short this morning and once T.J., Mike and
Andy had climbed on board and the bus moved on, Tom, Alex, Joey and I headed to
the courthouse for what I hoped would be interesting experience.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's
it like in court, pops?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Usually,
pretty boring, actually. It's not like anything you've ever seen on TV. The
most important thing for you two will be to stay quiet and respectful, no
laughing or other outbursts. That's a very quick way to get shown to the
door."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll
be good, pops, we promise," Joey responded.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
know you will, I just want you to be prepared."</span></p>
<p><span>The
rest of trip to town was fairly quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts as
to what sort of punishment the Mueller's might receive for their actions. I
was hoping for the electric chair or firing squad, but was pretty sure the
judge wouldn't go quite that far. When we arrived at the courthouse, I found a
parking spot in the lot and, after locking the car, we headed across the street
to enter the four-story red brick building. I hadn't thought about the
security that we had to pass through, but after Tom and I emptied our pockets
into the provided baskets, we passed through the metal detectors with no
problem. The boys, of course, had no issues since their pockets were empty.</span></p>
<p><span>"Morning,
Deputy Wright," a guard greeted Tom. "How're you today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Great
Jack, how `bout yourself?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Couldn't
be better. How's your head feelin' these days. We heard about you gettin'
hurt and we were all pulling for you, man," Jack replied as the two shook
hands.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks
for that, appreciate it. I'm doing pretty well, actually, considering all the
possibilities. Spread the word, will ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You
bet. When you comin' back to work so we can start seeing your bright and
smiling face every day, again?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Never.
I'm done as a deputy. Guess that news hasn't made the rounds through the
courthouse grapevine, yet, has it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure
hasn't. We're gonna' miss you, though. What are you gonna' do now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm
starting a private investigation service."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
good luck with that. You here for a court appearance, I assume?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep,
State vs. Frank and Iris Mueller, supposed to start at 10:00 o'clock. What
courtroom, Jack?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hang
on, let me look." Jack picked up a clipboard with the schedule on it and after
a brief moment, said, "You're in Family up on three, Courtroom C."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Jack, c'mon guys, follow me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait,
they're with you? Who'd you bring with you today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh,
yeah, sorry, Jack. First, this is my fianc�, Max Sanders, and the two
munchkins are two of our four, maybe five, soon-to-be sons, Joey and Alex.
Guys, say hi to Jack, the best guard in the building."</span></p>
<p><span>Joey
stepped up, extended a hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Jack."</span></p>
<p><span>Alex
was next with, "Hi there. Thanks for letting us know where we need to go,"
also shaking Jack's hand.</span></p>
<p><span>"Morning,
Jack, pleasure to meet you," I offered as I also shook his hand.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to meet you three you, also." Jack then turned back to Tom and, instead of
shaking his hand, gave him a hug, then stood back and said, "Good for you,
man. I wish you all the best." He then turned back to me and added, "You
bagged a winner here, Max. Take good care of him."</span></p>
<p><span>I
was stunned by Jack's reaction, but managed to sputter, "Th-th-anks, I think
so, too, and I will."</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's
move it guys, or we'll be late," Tom said. "See you later, Jack."</span></p>
<p><span>"Feel
free to stop by any time, Deputy." Tom waved over his shoulder as he led the
way down the halls to the elevator. </span></p>
<p><span>We
boarded the elevator and Tom punched the button for the third floor. "Well,
that was awkward."</span></p>
<p><span>"What?"
I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Five
years, I've managed to keep the fact I'm gay from this building and I just shot
that down in five seconds. Tellin' Jack you're my fianc�, it just came out
before my brain engaged. Now, it'll be known in all corners of the building in
five minutes."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
if his reaction to the news was indicative of any of the other people in the
building, maybe it wasn't as well hidden as you thought."</span></p>
<p><span>"No,
I guess not. Oh well, life rolls on." The elevator finally stopped at the
third floor and the doors slid open to reveal a hallway bustling with
activity. Joey and Alex darted out and Tom directed them to the right. When
we found courtroom C, Tom said, "Wait here just a second while I check it out."
Tom quietly opened the door and poked his head inside. After pulling his head
back out and closing the door, he commented, "Yep, we're in the right place,
looks like their finishing up the previous case, but Sarge, Brian and the
Mueller's are already in there and it looks like we'll be next. We'll wait out
here until Dylan comes to get us." We moved away from the door and took a seat
on a bench just a bit down the hall.</span></p>
<p><span>A
few minutes later, the door slammed open as a man swearing revenge on his
ex-wife, her lawyer and his own lawyer stormed into the hall and turned for the
elevator, followed by a woman with a peaceful smile gracing her face. Sure
didn't take a rocket scientist to determine the winner in that battle. Dylan
emerged a few moments later, swiveled his head our direction, then waved for us
to follow him in.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
expected to see you and Max today, Tom, but I didn't know you were bringing
Alex and Joey with you. Hi boys, how ya' doin'?" he greeted as he knelt down
to the boys' level.</span></p>
<p><span>"Great
Mr. Brock, how're you?" they responded together as they gave him a hug.</span></p>
<p><span>"About
as well as can be expected," Dylan replied patting both boys on the back. </span></p>
<p><span>"Having
them with us isn't a problem, is it Sarge?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
at all. Only fitting they get to see the wheels of justice in action. How's
your head doin' Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Great,
Sarge. I'm well on the way to a complete recovery. Kinda nice to kick back
and take it easy for a while after the last five years of 24/7 stress."</span></p>
<p><span>"Glad
to hear it. Nice to know that graze didn't scramble anything inside that thick
skull of yours. `Course, there'd have to be somethin' in there to scramble
first, wouldn't there?" The boys giggled at Dylan's joke and then covered
their mouths to stifle the sound. "You're okay, for now, boys, but once the
judge starts the case, you'll have to be quiet."</span></p>
<p><span>"We
know, Mr. Brock...," Alex started.</span></p>
<p><span>"...we'll
be good, we promise," Joey finished.</span></p>
<p><span>"I
have no doubt of that, you two. I know you're good kids."</span></p>
<p><span>"Any
idea how this is going to go, Dylan," I asked. "I've never been in a court
before."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well,
we're in the family court and the rules here are a little different than what
you might expect. It's a bit more informal and relaxed than your regular
criminal court. Usually, the judge will ask most of the questions and renders
a decision immediately after he's heard from everybody, as long as the issues
aren't too big. Of course, you still have to tell the truth."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
a given," I responded.</span></p>
<p><span>"Looks
like were ready to start. Why don't we have a seat in the first pew on the
right up here. You'll be called when you're needed."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks,
Dylan." Dylan led the way to the front of the courtroom and we were soon
seated next to Brian, to whom I gave a small wave of the hand and he responded
with a thumb's up.</span></p>
<p><span>The
bailiff stood and announced, "All rise, court is now in session, the honorable
Judge David Corgan presiding in the case of the State of Illinois versus Frank
and Iris Mueller, two charges each of obstruction of a police officer and one
charge each of destruction of property." </span></p>
<p><span>I
elbowed Tom as the judge entered the courtroom and whispered, "I wonder if he's
related to our tenants in the cemetery."</span></p>
<p><span>After
the judge took his seat, the bailiff waved his hands to indicate we could sit,
again. Just before the judge spoke, my lawyer, James, snuck in a took a seat
in the pew behind us.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
day, Mr. Cantrell," the judge began, "I wasn't aware of your being needed this
morning, please explain your presence in this closed proceeding."</span></p>
<p><span>James
stood and offered, "Yes, your honor. One of the witnesses in this case is a client
of mine and, while I'm not here in an official capacity today, I request I be
allowed to stay to protect my client's interests if the need arises."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, Mr. Cantrell. Your request is granted. Please be seated."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, your honor," James replied as he retook his seat.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good
morning to you, Mr. Schmidt, representing the interests of the state as usual,
and who do we have representing the defendants this morning? I don't believe
I've seen you in my court before today."</span></p>
<p><span>After
standing, the Mueller's lawyer said, "Good morning, your honor. My name is Terry
Mutchler, representing the defendants, Frank and Iris Mueller. It's a pleasure
to be here."</span></p>
<p><span>"You
may want to reserve that judgment until <i>after</i> we hear the case, Ms.
Mutchler. But, good morning to you, also, and welcome to family court. Are
you familiar with the rules concerning decorum in this court?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
take your seat please and let's get this show on the road. Some quick rules
for those of you not familiar with how this particular court operates. You
will remain seated at all times unless you are called to the witness stand to
provide testimony. You will not speak unless you have been asked a direct
question by myself or one of the two attorneys in the court. Attorneys may
only speak when questioning a witness or when raising an objection. Is this
clear to everyone?" Everyone nodded their assent. </span></p>
<p><span>"Good,
now, I see we also have Sergeant Brock and Deputy Wright here from the Sangamon
County Sherriff's Department with us this morning. Good morning, gentlemen,
welcome back to my court. Glad you could make it this morning. How's your
head Deputy Wright? You doing okay?"</span></p>
<p><span>Tom
blushed at being asked, but stood and responded, "I'm doing just fine, your
honor. Thank you for asking."</span></p>
<p><span>"Glad
to hear it Deputy. I understand you were the officer who was on the scene of
this incident, is that correct?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
sir."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excellent.
We'll hear from you in a moment. Please be seated. Sergeant Brock, you were
called to the scene and will provide additional testimony, is that correct?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor," Dylan replied after standing.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, sir, you may also be seated. Mr. Marks, I understand you're here because
you were involved in this little kerfuffle, also."</span></p>
<p><span>Brian
stood and offered a quiet, "Yes, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Speak
up, son, I'm getting old and these ears don't work as well as they used to."</span></p>
<p><span>Brian
coughed a bit and replied in a slightly louder voice, "Yes, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's
much better, young man. You may be seated. Now, who's next, ah yes, Mr.
Sanders, welcome to my court. It's my understanding from reading the
defendants statements, that this is all <i>your</i> fault. I assume you are
here to provide testimony to the contrary."</span></p>
<p><span>I
stood and answered, "That correct, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"Very
well. Now, who are these two fine-looking young gentlemen you've brought with
you today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"These
are two of the boys I'm in the process of adopting, your honor." I prodded the
boys into standing and when they were, I continued. "Their names are Alexander
and Joseph Allison."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice
to meet you, boys. Do you understand the rules of this court?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes,
your honor," they chorused.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, you three may be seated. Will the defendants please rise and state your
names for the record?" Frank and Iris both stood and said their names. "Now,
you both have been charged with two counts of obstruction and one count of
destruction of property, each. How do you plead to these charges?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not
guilty, your honor."</span></p>
<p><span>"I
expected as much. You just couldn't make things easy today, could you? Sit back
down, you two," the judge said with obvious disgust in his voice. I looked to
Tom and raised my eyebrows in question and he could only shrug his shoulders in
reply. "Guess we're going to do this the hard way. Mr. Schmidt, I believe you
have the privilege of starting the proceedings. Please, let's get this ball
rolling."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank
you, your honor, happy to do so."</span></p>
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Chapter 64 � Reunion
Thursday morning began with a bang. As in someone banging on the front door of the house. I struggled out of bed, found a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on before seeing who was here and finding out what was so damn important at six in the morning. The alarm clock sounded just before I left the bedroom, so I shut it off and made my way to the location of the commotion outside. When I opened the door, I was stunned to find a mousy young lady standing on the front porch holding a microphone. Standing behind her was a burly man holding on his shoulder, a rather large video camera with the local station's logo emblazoned on its side.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want at six in morning?" I asked as my anger rose.
"Good morning, Mr. Sanders. My name is Yvonne Shields and I'd like to interview you for today's Channel 20 news at noon."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me!? Get the hell off my property and don't come back!" I screamed as I slammed the door in her face.
"But, Mr. Sanders," she yelled through the door, "your story is important, and we want it."
I reopened the door and told Ms. Shields, "I don't give a fuck who you are or who you're with, you ignorant bitch. It's six in the goddam morning. Now get the hell out of here before I have my husband get his gun and shoot your sorry ass. If I find you on my property again, I'll have you arrested for trespassing." I slammed the door in her face, again, and headed towards the boys' rooms to get them moving in the right direction. As I entered the twins' room, I found Joey sitting up with his eyes wide open.
"What's all that banging and yelling, Dad?"
"Just the stupid news wanting an interview and me tellin' `em to take a hike."
"You're jokin', right?"
"I wish I were, Joey. Do me a favor and get those two lumps next to you moving, then go roust the other three. I need to get Tom up so he can deal with the dim bulb on the front porch. And make sure everyone's wearing shorts this morning."
"You got it. Give `em hell, Dad," he yelled to my back as I left the room.
I headed back across the house and saw Ms. Shields and her cameraman still standing on the front porch as I passed by to wake Tom. After punching Tom on the shoulder, I said, "Houston, we have a problem."
"Wha...?" he mumbled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and the cobwebs from his mind.
"C'mon, big guy, up and at `em. We have a pest problem you need to deal with."
"What, you can't deal with a mouse?"
"It's not a mouse, more like a giant rat. Get up and do your duty."
"Why is it my job to deal with pests?"
"Because you're the one who knows how to use a gun. Pull on some sweats and go dispatch the vermin on the front porch."
"If it's on the front porch, why the hell you botherin' me? Just leave it be and it'll go away on its own."
"Don't think that's gonna work with this particular rat. Move it, bubba."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm movin'."
I headed back to the kitchen to start some scrambled eggs for breakfast while Tom started moving about. When I reached the kitchen, the boys were lined up on their stools and waiting for food to magically appear before them. As I started cracking eggs into the mixing bowl, I saw Tom go by, gun in hand but missing his sweatpants.
"Don't open that door without pants on, Tom."
"It ain't that cold. Besides, what's a rat gonna do, bite my pecker?"
"Don't say I didn't warn ya'," I yelled out as he moved closer to the door.
"But, Dad, what about the lady I saw through the window," Alex asked with a giggle.
"Hey, he was warned to cover up. Twice. Ain't my fault, now," I answered, raising my hands in surrender. All six boys started giggling and jumped off their stools so they could watch the fireworks explode. And, as soon as Tom opened the door, explode, they did.
"Who are you and why aren't you wearing any clothes!?" Ms. Shields screamed.
"I'm Tom Wright and I fucking live here! Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doin' on my front porch at six-thirty in the fuckin' morning?"
"My name is Yvonne Shields. I'm with the Channel 20 news and I'm here to interview Max Sanders. And would you please cover yourself!?"
"Listen, you stupid bitch!" Tom yelled. "This is my goddam house and if I wanna be naked, by god, I will be. Now, get your cute little ass and that goddam camera outta my fucking face and off this property before I shoot you for trespassing. GO!"
While the boys were laughing their asses off, Yvonne and her cameraman finally started backing off the porch and Tom slammed the door in their faces one more time. I was having a hard time controlling my own overflowing mirth and when he finally joined the rest of us in the kitchen, I lost it, doubling over with laughter.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do ya'?"
"Freakin' hilarious, bubba," I laughed. "I told you to pull some pants on, but you wouldn't listen."
"You said it was a freakin' rat on the porch!"
"Rat, reporter, who can tell the difference these days?" I asked innocently.
"The gall of them sending someone out here, unannounced, at this time of the morning. That shit just fries my balls."
"Ooh, I hope not, Pops," T.J. said. "We like your balls just the way they are," he added with a giggle.
"Yeah? Good, `cause I do, too."
"I hope they didn't have the camera running when you opened the door," Alex deadpanned.
"Oh, crap, I didn't think about that," Tom responded as he turned beet red from head to toes.
"Look!" Mike shouted. "Even his balls are red!" he added to gales of laughter from everyone. Well, everyone but Tom, that is, who turned his rosy cheeks to us and stormed from the kitchen. I continued to work on breakfast and by the time the eggs were done, Tom had rejoined the rest of the family in the kitchen. Thankfully, he was back to his normal skin color, what we could see of it, anyway, since he was now dressed.
"I'm driving the boys to the bus shelter this morning and if those twits are anywhere in sight, I'm callin' Derek to come out and deal with them. They can't be coming around here and annoying us whenever they please."
"Works for me, bubba. Get some eggs before they're gone." The boys dropped their plates and silver in the dishwasher as they finished their breakfast and then headed to their bedrooms to get dressed and ready for school. At the appointed time, Tom grabbed his jacket and headed out to the garage. When he finally got back inside the house an hour and a half later, he was fuming.
"Can I go back to bed and start the day over?" he asked with an edge to his voice as he tossed his jacket onto the loveseat.
"What happened? You were gone long enough to drive the boys to school three or four times."
"Little Miss Shields and her cameraman are sitting on the shoulder of the road, across from the end of the driveway. It took every ounce of control I've got to not go over and beat the shit out of both of them. As it is, I was just lucky enough to keep the boys from being caught on camera."
"Thank you for that. She has no business talking to them. Should I call the school and warn them about the possibility of a news crew showing up there?"
"I don't know, Max. I called Derek and he came out. I already knew this, but she has every right to sit on the side of the road since that's public property. What she can't do is come onto our property without our permission. He impressed upon Ms. Shields and camera dude what the limits are. He made sure they understood that if they stepped foot on the property uninvited again, I would be well within my rights to deal with them as I saw fit. Whether that means detaining them to be arrested or shooting their sorry asses was left up to me."
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me, Tom. Just make sure you protect the boys from exposure."
"I'll do my best, babe, but if they get creative, I don't know how much I'll be able to accomplish."
"Just what do you mean by creative?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, remote cameras, drones, who knows what they have?"
"Ah, shit, I didn't think about that. Is there anything we can do?"
"Short of calling the station to see if you can talk them out of dogging us, I don't think so."
"Since they're still out there, I don't think calling and begging will help a bit. But you have given me an idea that might just work."
"What's that?"
"Listen and learn, bubba." I looked up a number on my cell phone and placed the call.
"Thanks for calling the Channel 17 news desk, how may I direct your call?"
"I'd like to talk to your news director, please. I have a story I'd like to share with your viewing audience."
"One moment, sir, I'll connect you."
"You sure you wanna do that?" Tom asked as we waited.
"Why not? I've already talked to Hank at the paper. At least this way, I can feel like I'm in control of the situation instead of those idiots at the end of the drive bein' the ones in control."
"Hard to argue that point, I guess," he nodded in agreement.
The news director finally came on the line with, "This is Doug Williams, how can I help you?"
"Mr. Williams, my name is Max Sanders and ..."
"Wait, the Max Sanders, the one who's story started on the front page of yesterday's Journal-Register and continued today?"
"Yes, that's me. Listen, since you've seen the story in the paper, you know what I'm calling about."
"Actually, Mr. Sanders, I don't have a clue."
"I'd like your best, most seasoned and most responsible newscaster to interview me and for it to be broadcast on your station, exclusively."
"We'd be happy to do that, of course. From the article in the paper, your story is an important one that people need to know about. But why are you asking for us to do it? After all, we're based in Decatur. Wouldn't Channel 20 be the more appropriate choice to air your story?"
"They probably are, but since they were pounding on my door this morning at six and are now camped out at the end of my driveway, I'm not real happy with them at the moment. I'd much rather have my story on their competition, with someone who doesn't have the gall to show up uninvited."
"I'm always happy to stick it to the competition, Mr. Sanders," he responded with glee. "When can we do the interview?"
"Well, today's is shot, so is tomorrow and the weekend. How would next Monday afternoon work for you? I think that's the earliest possible time I could do it."
"That should be fine with us. Doing our interview Monday allows the paper to finish their story before we air ours. I'll select the person who will do the best job of presenting your story to our viewers and I'll have him and a cameraman at your house Monday afternoon at what, two or three?"
"I think three will work out just fine, Mr. Williams. We'll see your people then. Thank you."
"Oh, no, thank you, Mr. Sanders. I appreciate you giving us this opportunity to help you get your story out there."
We ended the call and Tom said, "Okay, I listened. What the heck was I supposed to learn?"
"How to take back control from people who want to rob you of that control."
"So, giving an interview to the Decatur station and not the Springfield station is taking control?"
"It is for me. One step at a time, big guy."
"One other good thing I see happening is you seem to be getting over your aversion to being famous."
"Well, not really, but I'll let you think so. Look, we better scoot or we'll be late for my appointment. Dr. Biggs' office is on the other side of town and it takes longer to get there."
"Lead the way, babe."
"Wait! I just remembered another call I need to make." I sat back down and dialed the number.
"Aircraft Services, this is Jeff, how can I help you?"
"Morning, Jeff, Max Sanders, again."
"Wow, Mr. Sanders, twice in one week. Is this gonna become a habit?"
"Let's hope not, Jeff," I chuckled. "Hey, we've had a slight change in plans and we're going to be taking off late afternoon tomorrow instead of Saturday morning. Can you still have my plane ready to go?"
"No problems, sir. We've already filled the tanks and checked the battery. You're good to go. What time will you be leaving?"
"Thanks, I appreciate it. We should be at the airport about four-thirty, so if you can have the plane pulled out of the hangar by then, that'd be great. Oh, and I also need you to update the flight plan for eleven passengers instead of eight."
"You got it. See you tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Sanders."
"Thanks, Jeff." I hung up the phone and said to Tom, "All right, now we can go."
We grabbed our jackets and made our way to the garage. Since we didn't have any shopping to do today, we slipped into the Shelby with Tom taking the driver's seat. As we pulled out onto the road at the end of our drive, you couldn't miss seeing Ms. Shields and the cameraman sitting in their car across the road. Once the Shelby was pointed in the right direction, Tom punched the gas and we left the two of them sitting in the cloud of dust he'd created. I'm sure Tom added a few chips in the car's paint with the rocks he'd kicked up.
After arriving at Dr. Biggs' office, we parked the car and made our way into his reception area. We were greeted by a handsome young man behind the desk. I let him know who we were, and he asked us to have a seat for about five minutes while we waited my turn. At the appointed time, the receptionist let us know Dr. Biggs was ready to see me now. I stood and started towards the inner office with Tom following right behind me.
I stopped, turned to Tom and said, "You don't have to go in with me this time if you don't want to. I've done it once, I can do it again."
"Oh, would you just shut up and get going. You're wasting time."
Sufficiently chastised, I turned back around and continued my trek into the doctor's private realm. We were met by an even more handsome gentleman than was the receptionist.
"Good morning," he greeted us, shaking our hands. "You must be Max and Tom. Welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable." We took two chairs that sat on the other side of the glass-topped coffee table from the chair Dr. Biggs had taken. "May I ask which one of you is Max and which is Tom?"
With a crooked smirk on my face, I answered his innocent request with, "Hi, I'm Tom and he's Max."
"Oh, no you don't, babe," Tom protested, "We're here for you, not me."
"You couldn't play along, for even a minute?" I asked.
"Nope, this is too important."
"Fine, I see how you are. Okay, Dr. Biggs, I'm Max and he's not, I mean, he's Tom."
"Nice to meet you two," he responded with a smile. "I can see this will be interesting."
"Before we get started, Doc, I gotta make sure of something."
"And what's that?" Dr. Biggs asked.
"Dr. Kirkland told us that you don't have problems with us adopting. I want to make sure that's true before we get too deep into anything. I don't want to have start over with another therapist, just to drop you in a few weeks because you don't accept us and what we're doing."
"Max ... may I call you Max?"
"Sure, it's my name. Do you mind I use Jason?"
"Not at all, Max. And I have absolutely no issues with you adopting. In fact, I think it's wonderful that you're willing to do so and applaud the group you're working with to make your dream of having a real family come true."
"Can I ask you why your so cool with it when Dr. Schaid thought it was reprehensible we would even consider the possibility."
"Because I know the struggles you're dealing with, having been through them myself. You met Tim, my receptionist. Well, Tim is my partner in life, as well as business. We have been trying to adopt a child for several years, now, and we keep hitting the same obstacle over and over, agencies just don't want to talk to us. Knowing that you two are in the process, though, gives me some hope for our future."
"Then maybe we can help each other."
"How so?" he inquired.
"If you can help me deal with the crap in my life, I'll introduce you and Tim to Carol. She's the one helping us and I'm sure she'd love to help you, also."
"Tim and I would appreciate that, Max. Now, let's get to why you're here. From what Paul told me over the phone, you were the victim of serious sexual abuse from the ages of thirteen to sixteen, is that right?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"And you'd repressed the memories of that abuse until just recently."
"Also true."
"Can you tell me how you feel, now, after all these years?"
"Here, why don't you read this?" I asked while handing over my diary of hate. "I'd written this at Dr. Schaid's request and figure we might as well start there." I watched him closely as he read the twenty-three pages of hate. Unlike with Dr. Schaid, this time I was able to clearly see what he thought as he did so. You could practically see the disdain and anguish dripping from his brow as he read more and more.
When he finally set the diary down, he waited a moment before looking back up to us and commenting, "I can see I have my work cut out for me. What you've expressed in your writings contains a level of hostility I've not seen in some time, Max. Is there anything you'd like to add to what you've written so far?"
"Nothing that pops to mind at this moment, no. I think, overall, I'm not doing too badly, but Tom believes otherwise."
"Is that true Tom?"
"Well, yeah. How can anybody read that and not wonder why Max hasn't exploded from keeping all that shit inside for so long. It's gotta be killin' him." My jaw dropped in surprise at Tom's answer and I stared at him is disbelief.
"I agree with you, Tom." Jason then focused back on me, asking, "How is it you've managed to survive this long with all that brewing inside you?"
"I don't know, I just kept going through the motions of life, hoping that someday I'd find a real purpose to my continued existence. I've think I've finally found it with Tom and our boys and I'm determined to live my life the best way I know how. I used to hate to wake up, not knowing what the day held for me, whether it was gonna be a good day or a bad day. But now, still not knowing what the day ahead is going to be like, I can't wait to get started, each and every morning, because I know I have my family to share it with. Having them along for the ride with me makes all the difference in the world."
"I'm guessing that getting a lot of this hate out of your mind and onto paper helped you, also."
"It did. I hated to admit it, but it really did. I've already told my full story to Tom and the police. I've also told some of it to the rest of our family and the newspaper. And each time I've done it, it's become a little bit easier to acknowledge what I went through. But knowing it and actually accepting it are two entirely different things. I don't know that I'll ever accept it."
"And you shouldn't. Nobody should ever `accept' that kind of treatment at the hands of another person. And I've read the story in the paper these past two mornings and I look forward to seeing the end of it tomorrow. But even though the paper's story ends tomorrow, you do know that yours doesn't, don't you? Your story is just beginning."
"I'm well aware of that, Jason. Just this morning, we had the Channel 20 News on our front porch asking for an interview. I told them to take a hike. And when they didn't listen to me, I set Tom on them. He managed to at least get them off our property."
"Go ahead, tell him what you did then," Tom goaded me.
"Oh, yeah, I called the Decatur station and offered them an exclusive interview."
"And what possessed you to do that?" Jason asked.
"Well, one of the problems I have with this whole freakin' nightmare is the lack of control I seem to have over my life right now. By giving the interview to the paper on my terms and offering Channel 17 the same thing, I have a little bit of control over how my story gets out there and is presented. People need to know what's been happening in that church so they can protect their kids. I've got to keep the story from fading away, so no more kids can be victimized the way I was."
"Yes, I can understand the control issue. You had no control twenty years ago, so you're asserting it now."
"Exactly!" I yelled. "Nobody else seems to understand that."
"Don't worry, Max, I do. It's quite common in situations like yours, re-asserting yourself after all this time and feeling like you're in charge of your own life again. That's a big step towards regaining your self-image and self-worth and it's a very important part of your recovery."
"Thank you, Jason." I turned to Tom and said, "See, I told you so. Do you believe me now?"
"I always believed you, babe, I just thought you were rushing things."
"Tom, Max's recovery will take whatever pace Max needs and wants it to. It's not for us to determine what's right or wrong in this. It's almost like dealing with your grief after someone you love has passed away, it's different for everyone."
"I get that, and I'm all for Max getting better and dealing with the fallout of his abuse. I just don't want him pushing too hard and doing too much too soon."
"That's entirely up to Max. All you and I can do is guide him on his journey, and it's up to him to decide the direction and speed of that journey. Now, was there anything particular your wanted to discuss today?"
"I had one thing," I answered. "Jean seemed to think it was highly significant that I used the word `impotence' to describe how I felt twenty years ago. I was wondering if you attached any special meaning to that word in the context in which it was used."
"Not hardly, Max. You could have used helpless, powerless, weak, or any other number of other words to describe the same feeling. Recognizing the feeling is important, the choice of word or words you use to describe the feeling isn't. You are a writer by trade, so I would expect you to select and use words that are different from what most other people would."
"That's what I thought, but she insisted it was monumental, like I was using it in the sexual context."
"I wouldn't put too much stock in the ramblings of a fool, Max. She knows not what she says."
"Thank you. That just reaffirms my decision to stop seeing her was the right one."
"What about you Tom," Jason asked. "Anything in particular you'd like to talk about today?"
"We-e-ell, there is one little thing. Max has this grand vision of building a bigger house for us to move into, so we have more room to help kids who need it. I'm wondering if that's such a great idea to tackle right now."
"Oh, c'mon, you're still worried about that?" I asked. "I thought you were with me."
"You know I am, Max. I'm just concerned about the timing."
"Again, Tom," Jason interjected, "if it's something Max wants to do and it will help him with his recovery, all we should do is support him and see that it happens. I wish Tim and I were in a position to be able to do something like that, but with the size of my practice, it's just not feasible. Not yet, anyway."
"I've got something else. Tom thinks I'm crazy for wanting to do this, too, but I want to go back to the church and see the room where all this crap happened."
"Yes, I can understand that," Jason replied. "And while I'd support you in doing that, I think you should wait just a bit longer before you attempt it. With what you're feeling right now, after reading what you brought with you, you're not quite ready for that step. Maybe in a few weeks or a month, I can see it happening, but not right now."
"At least you think it's a good idea. I know I'm not ready to tackle that obstacle, but I will do it."
"Max, one thing you're going to have to realize, and the sooner the better for everyone involved, is that you're not running a 100-meter sprint. This is going to be more like a marathon with some major hurdles to be surmounted along the way, and at the end of the race, you are going to be worn out, both physically and mentally. You are going to have to pace yourself if you want to have any hope of finishing in one piece."
"What the hell are you, Jason, a therapist or a track coach?" I laughed.
"Both, actually. I put myself through school by being one of coaches for the college's men's track team. And, even now, I work with a few schools in the area to help develop and maintain their track teams. I love working with kids and seeing how proud they are of themselves when they perform their best, win or lose."
Since Jason had scheduled extra time for our first appointment with him, we didn't finish the session until about eleven-thirty. In the time we had, we talked about the issues I'd face in the future and how to deal with times I feel like I'm starting to lose control. We were about to the end of our time and Jason had one more thing he said he'd like to talk about.
"Well, I think that's enough for today, guys. But I have a favor I'd like to ask before our next session. If it's okay with you, I'd like to make a house call, as it were, and get a better feel for the family dynamic, talk to your boys about how they're adapting to their new situation. I think that with that information available to me, I'll have a better idea of where we need to go with your therapy, Max. Would you have a problem with that?"
"I don't see a problem, do you, Tom?"
"Not really, no. Maybe he could talk to Mike next week instead of us."
"Is there something in particular you're concerned about with him?"
"Well, we knew he'd suffered some serious abuse from his parents before living with Paul for a few months, and then moving into our home. When talking to Paul yesterday, he gave us some more information about the kinds of abuse and how bad it really was for Mike, most all of it stemming from Mike's wanting to dress in his mom's clothes. Tom asked Paul if it was possible Mike was transgender, but Paul refused to put Mike into a specific category. So, really, we're just concerned about what Mike may be thinking about or dealing with and want to help him with whatever it is."
"The percentage of transgender people in the world makes it unlikely that would apply to Mike. Besides, transgender individuals rarely, if ever, have a fascination with or wear their preferred gender's clothes before they begin transitioning. If Mike were transgender, he would be more apt to dislike his body as it is, and he'd be ashamed for others to see it. Have you noticed that to be an issue?"
"Not hardly," Tom snorted.
"What's that mean?" Jason asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"I'm sure you'll find out next week when you talk to the boys, especially since they haven't developed any filters, just yet. We're a nudist family, Jason. The only time I've seen Mike be hesitant to show his body was the very first night the boys moved in. After that, he's never displayed any sign of being ashamed or afraid for anyone to see him nude."
"Then I don't think you have anything to worry about," Jason chuckled with a smile. "His desire to wear his mother's clothes may have been nothing more than a comfort issue or he just liked the look and feel of her clothes. And since he doesn't have to wear clothes at home, that issue seems to have resolved itself. What about when he leaves the house for school or other places? Has he shown any desire to wear girl's clothes then?"
"Not that he's said to us, no, but we don't know if he's said anything to his brothers."
"If he had, I'm sure you would have heard about it by now. Anything else I should be aware of before I come out?"
"One other thing I can think of," Tom answered.
"What's that," Jason and I asked together.
"Three of our sons have the ability to, um, read your mind. So, you may want to be cautious of what you think while they're around you."
"Pshhh, I don't believe in that kind of hokum. I've never heard a reliable report of anybody being able to do such a thing."
"Don't say you weren't warned, Jason," I laughed. "There's a first time for everything."
"I'll believe it when I see it. So, when do we want to do this?"
"It'll probably have to be Wednesday afternoon or evening, Jason. We won't be home this weekend and were pretty busy Monday and Tuesday already."
"Wednesday should work out just fine. I'll have Tim set your regular appointments for Thursdays at ten in the morning, if that's all right with you?"
"Fine with us. I guess we'll see you next week, then."
"I'll look forward to it. Tim will call you sometime Wednesday morning and let you know what time I can be there. Hope you guys have a great afternoon."
"Thanks, Jason. You, too."
We both shook his hand before we turned to leave. Stepping outside into the late morning sun, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"What?" Tom asked as we made our way to the Shelby.
"I like Jason and I think he's going to be a great help. At least he doesn't have a problem with us adopting. That's a big step in the right direction."
"He's pretty easy on the eyes, too," Tom laughed as we fell into the Shelby for the trip home.
I punched my honey on the shoulder for that crack as he started the car and backed out of our parking space. "Hey, you're taken, remember?"
"I might be taken, but I'm not dead, dammit. I can still look, can't I?" he asked as he pulled onto the street and made the turn towards home.
"Absolutely not," I chortled in response. "You're supposed to only have eyes for me."
"Then you better get me a set of blinders for my wedding present," my chauffer chuckled.
"Just drive, you big goof."
As we pulled into the driveway, I was happy to notice the car containing the pushy young Ms. Shields and her cameraman was absent. I hoped it wasn't waiting for us in front of the house. After parking in the garage without being assaulted by the local news, we headed inside to start preparing for our lunch with David. Tom got started browning the hamburger and sausage for the sauce while I started work on the sauce itself. When the two were finally combined, I turned the burner down to simmer and allowed it cook, giving it an occasional stir.
Since we had a bit of a break before we needed to do anything else, I asked Tom, "Hey, why don't you go print out today's e-mail from Hank so we can read part two of his story?" I waited in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the sauce while Tom headed to the study.
I sat at Max's desk and turned on the computer. After entering his password, I opened Outlook and let it download his new messages. After finding the one from Hank, I printed it so we could we peruse it at our leisure. While waiting for the inkjet to spit out the pages, I browsed through the messages on the screen to see if there was anything else interesting. My eyes finally settled on one from Jack at Shelby America.
"Why would Max be talking to Shelby?" I muttered to myself. "He's already got one. I wonder if there's a show or something coming up he wants to attend."
I clicked on the message to find out what was going on. After reading the thing, I was ashamed with myself for being so damn nosy. "What the hell is he thinking?" I asked aloud to the empty room. "I don't need a fuckin' Shelby as a wedding present. That's way over the line." I knew I'd never come close to matching that for my present to him, but damn, I'm getting my own Shelby! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! God, I love this man, crazy as he is, I love him to fuckin' death. Now all I have to do is figure out how to keep Max from realizing I know about it. I'll just have to play stupid for the next couple of months. Shouldn't be too hard for an ex-cop to do that. Besides, mom always joked I was never the brightest bulb in the box, guess we'll see if it's true.
Embarrassed as hell, I shut down the computer, retrieved the e-mail from the printer and rejoined my babe in the kitchen, hoping I didn't look guilty enough for him to interrogate me.
Tom finally came back from the study, waving the printed pages of today's portion of Hank's article. He looked a little flushed, like he'd just run a fair distance, but he handed the pages to me before I could say anything.
"There ya' go, babe, hot off the press."
"Thanks, did you read it?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied climbing up on one of the stools at the counter.
I joined him on the next stool and started reading. About two-thirds of the way through today's part of the story, Hank started to add information that wasn't in the original article he'd sent us, and I was starting to feel uneasy about where he was leading his readers. The information he'd added was related to the Muellers and the twenty-four other people who'd been arrested with them, so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised. The paper, apparently, had managed to dig up more dirt they thought their readers should know. Again, the new information just backed up my story, so I wasn't overly concerned at his deviation from the original story.
When we'd both finished reading, I asked, "What do you think?"
"A few minor changes and new info from what he sent before, but nothing earth-shattering."
"Yeah, I hope it stays that way in tomorrow's final part." I looked at the clock and realized David should be here in about fifteen minutes. "Oh, shit, we gotta get busy. Can you put the salad together while I get the bread ready to go in the oven?"
"Sure thing, babe."
The two of us got to work and soon had everything ready to go except for dropping the pasta into a pan of boiling water. We just needed a judge to arrive before we did so. As we waited, a thought popped in my head, so I looked to Tom and commented, "I've been thinking about this morning and I think we should do something to improve our security. What do ya' say?"
"I agree. I really don't want to be waking up to a news crew on the front porch every day. That would be the perfect task for Dylan to tackle when he starts working with me. With his position in the department, he knows all the alarm and security companies in the county, along with quite a few fencing contractors. If anyone can secure this place, it'll be him."
"Good thinking, Tom. You might want to give him a heads up before he starts so he can maybe have something in the works."
"I'll take care of it, Max, don't worry." The drive sensor dinged and the phone rang at the same moment, interrupting our train of thought.
"I bet that's David," I reacted. "Why don't you get the door and I'll answer the phone?" Tom left the kitchen while I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Max, Steve Furman here. We had a situation here I thought you should know about."
"Oh, lord, what did the boys do this time?"
"Oh, it wasn't them, exactly. It was the Channel 20 news in the person of a Ms. Shields and a cameraman. They showed up here about a half-hour ago, demanding they be allowed to talk to your sons. I told them to take a hike or I was calling the police to have them removed from the school's property."
"Well, crap. I thought they'd crawled back in their hole. I didn't think they'd really show up there."
"What do you mean?"
"They were on our front porch this morning at six, but Tom managed to get rid of them. Then, when we left to go to town for an appointment, they were sitting at the end of our drive. When they weren't there when we got back home, I just assumed they'd given up."
"Apparently, no such luck, Max. I just thought you should know about it."
"Yeah, thanks for calling, Steve. Talk to you later." I hung up the phone just as Tom came back into the kitchen, followed by Judge Corgan. "Good afternoon, David. How are you today?" I greeted as we shook hands.
"I'm doing just fine, Max, yourself?"
"It's been an interesting day."
"So Tom said. I assume it's interesting, in part, due to the car at the end of your drive."
"Unfortunately, yes. Channel 20 wants to interview me. Too bad for them that it's not going to happen."
"But I was under the impression you wanted your story out there. Why face off against more exposure?"
"Because that idiot showed up here, uninvited, at six this morning, pounding on the door. I'm not going to give my story to someone who doesn't have the common courtesy to call first."
"Well, I suppose that's reasonable," David agreed.
"I'm just glad we'll be out of town for the weekend. That way, we won't have to deal with them for a couple of days. Are you ready for lunch?"
"Anytime. Can I do anything to help?"
"I don't think so, David. I just need to deal with the bread and get the spaghetti on the boil." I popped the bread in the oven while Tom and David chatted idly. After I was able to flip the bread over so both sides would be crispy, I dropped the pasta in the water. Tom excused himself from his conversation to put everything else on the table while I dealt with the noodles. While we handled our tasks, David excused himself to run out his car to retrieve something. He returned shortly with a bottle of wine.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing a bottle of Chianti to go with our meal. Margie isn't real fond of Italian food and when I get the opportunity to indulge myself, I always like to have a nice wine with it."
"That's quite all right, David," Tom answered. "We don't usually have wine, but it sounds goods today. Shall I do the honors?"
"By all means." While Tom opened the bottle, David commented, "I love your home, boys. This is the kind of place I've always wanted, open, warm, inviting and isolated."
"Thank you, David," I replied.
"It's all Max's doing, I haven't been around long enough, yet, to have had much of an impact," Tom added.
"Sure, you have," I corrected him, "you got your new office. That's a big change."
"Whoo-hoo," Tom whistled while twirling a finger in the air. "One whole room."
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunity to make up for lost time as we work on the new house."
"New house?" David asked.
"Yep, I'll tell you my idea, but first, it's time to drain the pasta and sit." I drained the spaghetti and drizzled a little olive oil on it to keep it from sticking together, then pulled the bread from the oven and transferred it to a basket. With these last two items in hand, I said, "Let's eat," and led the way to the dining room. The three of us took our seats at the table and spent a few minutes filling our bowls with salad and plates with spaghetti, sauce and bread. As we ate our hearty meal, I explained our plans for a new house to David, making special note of the extra kids we'd be able to help once the project was completed.
"That sounds rather ambitious, Max. Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"I admit, right now, I'm not. But I want everything done and in place so when I am ready, everything else is, too."
"You'll have to make sure you let me know when you're all set up. I see cases every week where kids need to get the hell away from mom and dad for a while as the parents deal with their issues. It'll be nice to have a place for them to go that's so close by. Are you and Tom going to run everything yourselves, or are you planning on having some other people to help you out?"
"No way we're doing this on our own, David," Tom answered. "Once we get the new place built, we're giving this house to our parents, so there'll be four more adults around to help us out. Plus, we've already hired a guy to come in and help out around here with things once I get back to work."
"And I have a few other ideas, but we haven't talked about them yet," I commented.
"Oh?" Tom asked, lifting his eyebrows in curiosity. "No time like the present. Do tell."
"Well, you know how the boys are always going on about doing school at home? I've thought about asking Ken to leave the school and come work at the new place, not just for our boys, but for the other kids, as well. I've also been thinking about having Rick come on as an on-site health person to be able to deal with any medical emergencies. Then, there's the possibility of having full-time lifeguards here since there will be more kids to use a pool, but I'm not too sure about Brad or Duane filling that position. The last person I think it would be handy to have available 24/7 is a counselor. If these kids are troubled, and some of them will be, for sure, you'll never know when one might need some help."
"Jesus, Max, have you thought about how all that will affect our lives, the changes we'd have to make to accommodate those new people being around all the time. The boys won't like one of those changes, for sure. Hell, I won't much like it either."
"Like I said, they're just ideas. I'm not going to do anything without all of us talking about it."
"I like what you're thinking, boys," David commented. "I'd be willing to help draft some legal resources for you. There are plenty of attorneys in this town who don't do their fair share of pro bono work and I can't think of a better cause for them to do so. Are you thinking of adopting whatever kids you take in? Or are you planning a sort of foster family environment."
"More like a foster family," Tom answered. "A rest stop, of sorts, where they can live while their parents get their act together or other arrangements are made."
"We're thinking that with our boys, we'll all be able to help these kids more than they might find somewhere else."
"Speaking of, how are your boys?"
"They're all doing great. Joey, Alex and T.J., with the help of the school, have set up a support group for gay youth at the school, and Mike and Andy are having a great time together. I'm glad Carol was able to arrange for us to adopt Andy with the other boys," I replied.
"And I'm going over to the school at two-thirty. T.J.'s asked me to talk to a kid about some issues he's having," Tom added.
"Good for you, Tom. I knew you wouldn't quit helping people when you left the department. So, it looks like it'll be just you and me taking a hike this afternoon, Max."
"Yep, looks that way."
We spent the rest of the meal discussing a myriad of subjects and getting to know each better, though Tom already knew David pretty well from their poker nights over the years. When we finished eating, Tom and I cleaned up the table and the kitchen mess while David sat at the bar and watched.
When the cleanup was done, Tom said, "Well, David, I hate to eat and run, but I need to get ready to go to the school. I hate to leave because I really want to see the cemetery, too, but I'll have to wait for another day."
"No worries, Tom, go. Your son needs you." With that, Tom headed to the bedroom to change clothes. "Before we take our walk, Max, I'd love to see the rest of your home."
"I'd be happy to give you the tour, follow me." We started at the far end of the house at the garage and worked our way back towards the study and our bedroom. David was surprised at the colors the boys had selected for their bedrooms, but agreed that if that's what they wanted, who were we to argue with their choices.
He paid particular attention to the picture of the twins' parents that was hanging in their room and commented, "I assume that's the picture you had reprinted for Joey and Alex."
"It is, and they absolutely love it."
"Their parents were a handsome couple. That was a good thing you did for them. Most adoptive parents prefer to hide their kids' biological parents, almost like they never existed. In some cases, that may be warranted, but it's not true for the majority. And it's such a shame to bury their family history like that. I mean, they came from somewhere, why not celebrate that?"
"I don't know, David. Alex and Joey may soon be our sons, but Tom and I will just be continuing the work their parents started nine years ago. And though they've had a pretty tough life the last five years, living where they were, we're going to do everything we can to overcome that."
"That's as it should be, Max. And I don't doubt for one second that you'll do so."
As we moseyed back through the house, we briefly stopped at the glass doors to the pool which David loved, then continued on to the theater. David was impressed with the room and commented about how much nicer it would be to watch a movie here as opposed to a regular theater. We ended the tour with my study and our bedroom that Tom had already vacated.
As we returned to the living room, David said, "Thanks for letting me see the whole house. I'd read Carol's description of it in the boys' adoption files, but mere words don't do justice to what you really have here. I can see the boys are going to be well cared for and, in my book, that's the most important thing when someone is adopting. I'm ecstatic that you came along when you did and opened your home and life to them."
"You can't be any happier than I am, David. Finding Tom and our sons have given me the purpose in life I've never had before, and I can't wait for it all to become legal. But, I've waited thirty-four years for it so far, a couple more months won't kill me, I guess."
We finally caught up with Tom as he was retrieving his jacket from the closet and we shared a kiss before he took off for the school. As he headed for the garage, David and I retrieved our jackets, also, and followed in his footsteps. When we got to the garage, Tom was just settling in the Shelby and I suggested he take the Flex and bring the boys home with him.
"But what if this kid wants me to go talk to his parents?" he asked.
"Then, by all means, go with him and the boys can ride the bus home after school," I answered.
He pondered the situation for a moment and finally said, "I think I'll go ahead and take the Shelby. I want to be ready if he wants me to take him home. And, if the boys ride the bus, you'll need the Flex here."
"Hadn't thought about that, I guess. Okay, go on and do your good deed." He backed out of the garage and pulled away down the drive with a wave out the window. David and I headed in the opposite direction, deeper into our property, to see the old cemetery. After passing my storage building, we left the paved drive and headed for a gap in the trees about fifty feet away. "It's nice the sun is out today, that should make our stroll a bit more comfortable and enjoyable," I commented as we stepped into the shadows of the woods.
"I'm just hoping this is the cemetery my dad and I have been looking for. We've looked all over Macoupin county, and the southern end of Sangamon, but obviously never had any luck. We'd never dreamed it would be this far north and west from Virden."
"Funny you should mention Virden. We were down there just the other night for supper."
"DiCarlo's, right?"
"Where else. Best pizza I've ever had. And Tom and the boys loved it, too. I can see we're going to have to make a habit of going there."
"Don't blame you a bit, Max. Not being close to DiCarlo's is the only reason I miss living there. Margie and I still get down there once a month, though. While she's not that enamored with Italian food, she does love their pizza."
A few minutes later, we rounded a corner in the path and were confronted with the wrought iron fence I'd replaced. The gate into the cemetery was a wrought iron archway with the name `Corgan' formed at the top of the arch in one-foot tall letters.
"Well, here we are, David," I stated as I waved a hand in the direction of the arch.
"Oh, my, this is beautiful. For a cemetery, that is."
"Well, it didn't look like this when I found it. The original fence had all rusted apart and fallen over. The woods had practically taken the space back over and a lot of the headstones were damaged, mostly from fallen limbs. I had a company in Springfield recreate the fencing using the remnants of the original as a pattern. I also had a monument company come out to repair the headstones they could and replace the ones they couldn't. And my lawn guys cleared out all the trees, weeds and other junk. Now, they keep it maintained every summer, along with all the walking trails I've created. It took a couple of months to accomplish everything, but I felt the people buried here would appreciate it."
"I don't know if they appreciate your efforts, but I sure do. May I go in?"
"Of course, that's what we're here for, isn't it?" I unlocked and opened the gate, allowing David to precede me into the cemetery. He began to wander among the thirty or so tombstones, taking in the names and dates emblazoned thereon. After making the complete round of the grounds, he turned to me with tears in his eyes.
"You're going to make an old man very happy, Max. This is the place we've been searching for. Do you mind if take pictures to show my father?"
"I'd be surprised if you didn't. Take your time, I'll wait outside the gate, so I won't be in your way." I stepped outside and quietly waited as David made the rounds again, snapping pictures of every marker with his phone. He would occasionally make a comment or two about the people as he did so. As he neared a marker at the back corner of the cemetery, he started to chuckle.
"Ah, John Wesley, you old cad, you. I'm amazed you live long enough to make it here."
"Excuse me?" I asked in surprise at his comment.
David turned towards me and explained. "This man was described as quite the cad back in the day. He was a love `em and leave `em type of fellow. He'd marry a woman, have a kid or two or more, and then leave. Only to find another woman, get married, have a few more kids with her, merely to disappear into the mists of time, yet again. I know of at least four marriages and I can't remember how many kids, all without the benefit of a single divorce. Yes, he was the quintessential scoundrel. I'm amazed one of those scorned ladies didn't do him in. To find him here with the others is a pleasant surprise."
"That's quite the story," I laughed. "And to think people today still frown on two guys getting married. They really should take a long, hard look to their own families before disparaging someone else's."
"Yes, we've come a long way in the last hundred or so years, haven't we?"
"We still have a long way to go, too," I commented.
"No doubt about that, Max." David took his last picture inside the cemetery and then joined me outside the gate. "I'd like to get one more picture of the whole place."
"Oh, let me get out of the way, then."
"No, please, I'd like you in the picture, also, so dad can see who found our family. Why don't you stand beside the gate?"
"If you insist." I took my position while David backed up the trail about twenty feet so he could fit the whole cemetery into the picture. After snapping a few shots from the outside, he walked back over to join me and wrapped me in a bear hug.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me come out today. Finding this cemetery is the culmination of a dream and promise I made years ago, never realizing the difficulty in the task I'd set for myself."
"I'm only too happy to help you realize that dream," I said as we turned around to head back to the house. "I'd wondered if any of the family was still in the area, and now I know."
"Dad's just gonna shit himself with glee when he sees these pictures. And he's also gonna bug the hell out of me until I can bring him out to see it with own eyes. When do you think we could do that?"
"Any time you want, David. Now that you know where it's located, we don't even have to be home."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of coming out if you're not here. That just wouldn't be right. Besides, I want dad to meet the man who has given our family such tender loving care."
"And we'd be happy to meet him. Just give us a couple days' notice before you want to visit and I'll make sure we're here."
"I'll be sure to do that."
As we entered the house, I said, "I guess you'll be heading for home now."
"Actually, Margie had some ladies function to attend this afternoon, so I'd be going to an empty home. If you don't mind, I like to stay for a while, maybe see Joey and Alex again and meet your other sons?"
"I think that sounds just fine, David. I'll enjoy the company since Tom's at the school. Would you like something to drink?" I asked as I hung our jackets back in the closet.
"Tea would be good, if you have some?" After getting a glass of tea for both of us, we settled in the living room next to a fire and enjoyed visiting for the next couple of hours.
When I got to the school, I located the visitor's parking and headed inside to the office. I found Gloria behind her desk and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm T.J. Bruce's dad, Tom Wright, and I'm here to see him and another boy."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Wright, we met briefly during the workshop. And T.J. popped in at lunchtime to let me know you'd be coming by. Give me just a moment and I'll have him come get you."
"Thank you, Gloria." I took a seat and waited patiently for T.J. to arrive and escort me through the building. When he finally stepped into the office, he jumped in my lap, gave me a hug and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Hi, Pops, thanks for coming over. And thanks for letting me know my dad was here, Ms. Miller," he added as he glanced at Gloria.
"You're welcome, T.J."
With T.J. holding my hand we left the office and he led the way to a small office where we'd meet with his new friend. After closing the door and taking our seats, I asked, "What's this kid's name, T.J.?"
"Rich," T.J. answered. "Like I said, he's a junior. It took me a while to get him to really open up with me, but once he did, he let it all hang out. He's having a real hard time dealing with being gay, mostly `cause he's scared of his parents reaction. The only thing he didn't say out loud is that he plans to kill himself. We can't let him do that, Pops."
"That's why I'm here, buddy," I offered as I wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
We'd waited in silence for a few minutes when there was a light rap on the door. "C'mon in Rich," T.J. called out. The door opened to reveal a six-foot one-inch, blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Despite the loose-fitting jeans and long-sleeve shirt the young man wore, you could tell by the way he carried himself he was lean and sinewy. If I had to guess, and I was, I'd say he played on the school's basketball team. He probably had every girl in the school panting after him, too, which I'm sure irritated him immensely. He stepped into the room and closed the door before he spotted me sitting there with T.J.
"Oh, sorry, T.J., I didn't know you were talking to someone already. I'll come back later," Rich squeaked in embarrassment.
"No, Rich, sit down," T.J. countered forcefully. "This is one of my dads, Tom, and he's here to talk to you."
"Despite what I told you yesterday, I really don't go for the old farts, dude." T.J. and I snorted in laughter.
"Hi, Rich, nice to meet you," I greeted the young man, extending my hand for a shake, a gesture that he ignored. "First off, I'm only twenty-seven ...," I started
"That's still ten years older than me and it ain't gonna happen."
"... and T.J.'s not playing matchmaker. He's asked me to be here this afternoon to talk with you. Apparently, you said some things yesterday that really worried him and he wanted an adult to get involved."
"Wait!" Rich yelled. "You told your old man what I said! I thought you were gonna keep this shit to yourself, man."
"Well, normally I would, Rich," T.J. responded calmly, "but I picked up something from you that really scared me. I'm not old enough to deal with it myself `cause I'm afraid of what you might do if I say the wrong thing. That's why I asked my Pops to be here today. He used to be a cop and I really think he can help you. Just hear him out, okay."
"What do you mean you `picked up something'?"
"Listen, dude, nobody but my family knows `bout this, and I'd really like it if you'd keep to yourself, but I can read minds." I looked at T.J. in surprise that he just told Rich about his ability.
"What the fu ..., uh, heck you talkin' `bout?"
"When we were talkin' yesterday, about how scared you are tellin' your `rents you're gay, I saw your plan for killin' yourself, usin' your dad's gun that's locked up in the safe in their closet."
"Oh, crap, man, how do you know `bout that? I ain't told a soul."
"I already told you, Rich. I can read minds. And I can tell, right now, that you're closer to doin' it today than you were yesterday. What's happened?"
"I can't talk `bout this with him here," Rich answered, pointing at me.
"Sure you can. And you will," T.J. replied. "My dad's here to help you and there ain't nothin' you can say that's gonna freak him out, trust me. Me and my brothers have tried and we ain't succeeded yet. And if we haven't, you won't, either."
"Please, tell me what's going on, Rich" I pleaded. "I want to help you, if you'll let me. T.J. told me you think you're gay and you've been going to a bar in Springfield to try to find some guy to, I guess, experiment with?"
"Well, yeah, so what if I have been?" Rich asked in a huff as he sat down in the empty chair.
"You should know how dangerous that can be. You never know who you'll run into in places like that. He could be a really nice guy who's truly willing to help or he could be predator just looking to find a nice young man to take advantage of. Or, he could also be a serial killer, you just never know. And a kid who looks like you do would be ripe for the picking."
"So, what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I can ask one of my friends to do anything, is it?"
"Well, why not? You never know what they might say. One of them might be gay, or even bisexual, and be willing to see what sex with another guy is like. Surely you've had mutual masturbation sessions with some of your friends."
"Well, yeah, but that don't mean they actually want to do it. I mean, we never even touched each other, so what makes you think he's gonna let me screw him? Or have him do it to me?"
"Did you ever ask?" I inquired.
"Oh, yeah, like I'm just gonna go up to my best bud and say, `Hey, I wanna fuck you'. No way man, that ain't gonna happen."
"You never know until you try. Look, I know how difficult it is for a young guy like yourself to deal with being gay. I was in the same place not all that long ago. You want to know if what you're feeling is the real you, but you're also afraid of what your friends or family will think of you."
"Ain't that the truth," Rich opined. "I may think I know who I am and who I want to go to bed with, but I'm not ready to tell the world that. Not just yet, anyway. I just don't think I can deal with it. And I'm sure my mom and dad don't want to deal with it, either."
"Whether you deal with it today, tomorrow, or even next year, you're still gonna have to do it at some point, aren't you? And, it's not going to get any easier. In fact, it might be even harder to do the longer you wait. What I'm really worried about, right now, is what T.J. told me about your plan to commit suicide. Suicide is not the answer to your problems, Rich. All killing yourself does is transfer your pain to the family and friends you leave behind. It leaves them wondering what they've done so horribly wrong that you felt your only solution was death. It leaves them wondering what they could have done differently so you'd still be here with them."
"Well, that ain't my problem, it's theirs. I've already written my goodbye and I explained everything."
"Oh, that's not good. Will you tell me what you've written?"
"I just let `em know that I'm a faggot and I know they don't care about me or love me. They only love their perfect little daughter and couldn't give two shits about the queer in the family. I told `em how I could never live up to their grand plan of me getting married and giving them grandchildren. What a complete fuckin' waste of time my life is."
"The only thing that will make your life a waste is if you end it prematurely. Now, tell me why T.J. thinks you're closer to following through with your plan. What's happened since you talked to him yesterday?"
"Yeah, all right. Look, my parents already hate me. They favor my little sister and spoil her like she's the Queen of Sheba or somethin', right? My old man already suspected I'm queer, but last night, I'm pretty sure all his doubts were erased."
"Well, what makes you think that?" I asked.
"I'd gone to my room about ten-thirty and I was horny, like I always am, so I decided to rub one out. So, I pulled out this DVD I'd made of some gay porn flicks I downloaded, popped it in the player, and stretched out my bed. I was really getting' into it and was just about to ..., well, you know, when the bastard barges in without knockin'. I've never seen him so flustered or pissed off. But it's his own damn fault, right? I mean, what sort of pervert just walks into a teenager's bedroom without knockin'?"
"Did he see what you were watching?" I asked.
"He couldn't miss it `cause my TV faces the door. He probably saw that before he saw me, naked, hard and beatin' my meat. When he could finally talk, he grunted somethin' `bout us talkin' about it tonight, then he turned around and left. And this mornin', he wouldn't even fuckin' look at me. The old lady was pretty frosty, too, so I know he told her what he saw."
"So, you're thinking of carrying out your plan after school this afternoon?"
"Why not? Sister's goin' to a friend's house after school. Mom and dad won't be home from work, yet, so I'll have the house to myself. I could get the gun, go to my room and eat some lead. Lights out, man."
"So, who would find you? Your sister? Your mom? Dad? Someone else? Do you really want their last image of you to be you, laid out on your bed, half your head missing? Is that fair to them?" I saw Rich wince and retreat a bit as I confronted him with the aftermath.
"Who gives a shit about fair?" Rich cried. "They all hate me. They couldn't care less about me or who I am. Why the hell should I be fuckin' miserable, just to make them happy?"
"You shouldn't, Rich. You should live your life so you're happy. If they can't accept you for who you are, then maybe you need to separate yourself from them. But, you're not really giving them a chance, are you? I think you need to talk to your family, tell them the truth and see what they do. At least give them the opportunity to do the right thing."
"Oh, yeah, that's a fuckin' peachy idea," he replied sarcastically. "I can see it unfolding now, `Hey mom, dad, I'm a fag, deal with it'. Yeah, that'll go over like a fart in a windstorm."
"Well, there's other ways to approach the conversation that are a bit more reasonable and less likely to provoke a negative response."
"Really?" Rich spat. "I bet every parent is just dying to hear their son tell `em he wants to fuck dudes for the rest of his life. How'd it go for you when you told your mom and dad? I bet your parents just loved havin' a queer in the family, gave you hugs and kisses and said, `That's okay, baby, we love you anyway'. Probably happened like some fuckin' Hallmark movie, I bet."
"No, it didn't. In fact, it was my worst nightmare come true. They were disgusted with me being gay and shortly after graduation, I moved out and came to Springfield to start a new life. But, they finally got over it, have accepted me, my fianc� and our five boys. So, while it may not be very pretty in the beginning, it can turn out all right. But you have to give them a chance."
"Yeah, who's gonna back me up? This little shrimp?" he asked waving his hand at T.J.
"Hey!" T.J. screamed. "I ain't no damned shrimp! I'm the kid who's tryin' to help you, remember? Don't be thinkin' you can bully me just `cause I'm ten years younger than you. At least I'm not afraid to be who I am. I know I'm gay, my whole family knows I'm gay and so does every person who works in this school. And I'm damn proud of it. I got bigger balls than you'll ever have."
Rich and I both chuckled at that and Rich replied, "You're right, dude, I'm sorry. And I appreciate you talkin' to me and havin' your dad come in, too. It actually feels good to get this shit off my chest. So, what happens now?"
"Well, I think you should talk to your parents tonight," I answered. "And I'm willing to go with you to do so. T.J. is, too."
"Really? You'd both be there for me?" he asked in surprise.
"Sure thing. The one thing I won't let you do is go home by yourself after school," I answered.
"What're you gonna do to keep me from doin' that?"
"I think you should come to our house. Then, when your parents get home from work, T.J. and I will take you home and you can have your talk."
"Damn, man, you really do give a shit, don't ya'?"
"Yes, we do." With that, Rich broke down and started crying, hiding his face in his hands. I walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Rich," I said as I tried to soothe his mind.
He stood and hugged me, and I returned his hug. He whispered in my ear, "My old man won't even hug me, and here you are, a complete stranger, doin' what he should be."
"Don't worry about it. Look, are you done with your classes today?"
He stepped back, wiped his face and eyes on his shirt sleeve and answered, "Yeah, this a study hall time for me."
"Good, get your things and come with me." I turned to T.J. and added, "T.J., let's give Rich one of the workshop DVDs so he can watch it and maybe show it to his parents, also?" I waited while he crossed the room and pulled a disc off the shelf then handed it to Rich. "Thanks, buddy. Why don't you go on back to your class, now? Rich will be at our house when you get home and you can go with us when it's time to take him home."
"Sounds good to me, Pops. Thanks." He jumped up into my outstretched arms to give me a hug and kissed me on the lips.
"Oh, man," Rich groaned, "I wish I could find a dude that'd let me do that."
"All in good time, young man. You've got the rest of your life, remember. C'mon, let's get out of here."
The three of us left the small office and, while T.J. turned right to return to his regular class, Rich and I turned left to head for the office. When we entered the office, Rich took a seat while I stepped over to Gloria's desk.
"Hi, again. Rich tells me he's done with his classes today and I'd like him to leave with me so he's not at home by himself this afternoon."
"Oh, gee, I don't know Mr. Wright. We're not supposed to let any student leave the school grounds with anyone other than their parents, guardians or school staff. I'd have to clear that with Mr. Furman."
"That's fine with me. And I'll be happy to talk with him as well, if he needs to."
"Well, he's on a phone call at the moment. Why don't you go ahead and have a seat? I'll buzz him the first chance I get."
"Thank you, Gloria." I sat next to Rich and waited patiently for Steve to become available.
A few minutes later, Gloria picked up her phone and buzzed Steve in the office behind her. When she hung up the phone she turned to us and said, "Mr. Wright, he says he'd like to talk to you and Mr. Weaver. You can go on in."
We both stood and as we passed her desk, I thanked her for her help. Before I knocked on the door, I looked to Rich and asked, "You sure you want to do this?" After a quick nod of acceptance, I rapped lightly on the wood slab and cracked the door open.
"Come on in, Tom, and bring Mr. Weaver with you," Steve said. We both entered the small room and took seats on the opposite side of the desk from Steve. "So, what's this about, Tom?" Steve asked.
"Well, T.J. talked to Rich yesterday afternoon as part of the school's new support group. Then, T.J. also talked to me at home last night about a serious concern he has with Rich. At T.J.'s request, I came over to talk to Rich today and, after the conversation we just had, I don't feel comfortable with Rich going home by himself this afternoon. I'd like for him to come with me until his parents are home from work and then I'll take him home and we'll talk to his parents, together."
Steve pondered the situation for a moment before turning to Rich and asking, "Is that what you want to do, Mr. Weaver?"
"Uh, yes, sir, Mr. Furman," Rich mumbled. "If I go home, I pretty sure I'm gonna do somethin' real stupid." I nodded my head in agreement and Steve caught it.
"Very well. Tom, you're responsible for Mr. Weaver until you can deliver him to his home later. Thank you for making yourself available today." Steve turned his attention back to Rich and added, "Mr. Weaver, I'm glad you're willing to accept the help you need. Whatever problems you're dealing with will not leave this office, but know that we're here and willing to help in any way we can."
"Thank you, Mr. Furman," Rich acknowledged glumly.
"We'll expect to see you in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Take good care of him, Tom."
"We will, Steve, thanks."
Rich and I turned and headed on out of the school. As we walked across the lot to the car, Rich said, "I really appreciate you offering to help me, Mr. Wright. You don't know me from Adam, but you're still willing to try. That really means a lot to me."
"We're happy to do it, Rich. Everybody needs help at some point in their life." We'd reached the Shelby by that time and I punched the button on the remote to unlock the doors.
As I opened the driver's door, Rich let out a low whistle of appreciation and commented, "This is your car? This baby's HOT!"
"Well, hop in and let's get out of here." Rich climbed in after me and quickly belted himself in. We didn't talk on the way home as he stared out the window, deep in thought. His eyes perked up a bit when I turned into our drive and he became fully animated as I made the turn towards the house and pulled in the garage.
"Damn, Mr. Wright! This is a cool place. How the hell could a cop afford a place like this?"
"A cop couldn't, Rich, but my fianc� could."
"Is that why you're marryin' the dude, `cause he's got a buttload of cash, a cool house and a hot car?"
"Absolutely not. Max and I are getting married because we love each other," I answered as we got out of the car.
"Yeah, right," he snorted.
I pushed Rich up against the garage wall and put my nose a half-inch from his. "Listen here, you ungrateful punk. I can be either your best damn friend or your worst fuckin' enemy. I'd suggest you think twice about your own situation before you go pissin' on somebody else's parade. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Wright," he cowered. "I was way outta line and I'm sorry."
"Damn right, you were." I backed off a couple feet and extended my hand, asking, "Friends, then?"
"Friends, Mr. Wright," Rich agreed as he nervously shook my hand.
"Good choice, bud. Now, let's go inside." I lead the way into the house and down the hallway into the living room where we found Max and David chatting.
"Ah, there you are, and I see you've brought company," I greeted the two as I stood and gave Tom a kiss and a hug. "Who's your new friend?" I asked.
"Max, meet Rich Weaver, Rich, my fianc�, Max Sanders."
"What!? The writer? Oh, man, I've always wanted to meet you," Rich crooned as we shook hands. "Your books are awesome, Mr. Sanders. I keep waiting for someone to turn them into movies."
"It's nice to meet you, too, Rich. I've had a few people in Hollywood ask about doing just that, but I just don't think my books would survive the transition from book to movie without losing some very important parts of the story."
"Now, wait just a dang minute," Tom interrupted. "You've actually read Max's books and know who he is? Not too many kids your age will read a real book anymore."
"Oh, yeah. Mom had bought his first one years ago and I found it layin' around one day when I was bored to death and started reading it. That was, like, five years ago and after that, I had to read the others."
"Glad I was able to rescue you from your boredom," I chuckled.
"But, back to the movie thing," Rich continued, "I bet they'd be okay if each book was a two-part movie, like the last Harry Potter book was."
"Hmm, there's an interesting thought," I mused. "I hadn't considered that possibility. I guess the next time someone calls begging for film rights, I'll have to make that request and see what happens."
"Rich, the other gentleman here is Judge David Corgan," Tom said. "He's in charge of the juvenile court for Sangamon county."
"Nice to meet you, Rich," David said as they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, too, sir," Rich replied.
"Okay, Rich, the first thing you need to do is let your mom and dad know you're not at home and won't be until they are. You can call or text them, whichever you prefer. Next, if you have any homework, you should get started on it because once we take you home, you'll probably be too busy and won't have a chance to work on it. You can use my office just down the hall, first door on your right."
"Gotcha', Mr. Wright. Thanks. Again, great to meet you, Mr. Sanders. My mom's gonna flip when I tell her." With that, Rich turned and disappeared while Tom finally settled into his chair.
"You're not taking in another kid, are you, Tom?" David asked.
"No, sir. At least, I hope not. Just extending a helping hand to a kid in need. Rich is in a precarious position at the moment and I didn't want him going home alone today. Too much of a chance of bad things happening."
"How precarious?" I asked.
"He's on the ragged edge, babe. Last night, his dad caught him watching something he shouldn't have and told him they'd talk about it tonight. Rich was ready to go home after school and end it all with his dad's gun."
"Oh, Jesus. I'm glad you brought him home with you, then. Are you taking him home, or am I?"
"T.J. and I will do that. Rich wants some support with him when he tells his parents he's gay."
"You sure you want T.J. involved in that," David asked.
"Yeah, I do," Tom replied. "Rich talked to T.J. first, and they trust each other. I think he trusts me, at least a little bit, since he came home with me, but still, T.J.'s the one. If it gets too hairy, I'll send T.J. out to the car to wait."
"Uh, Mr. Wright," Rich interrupted as he stuck his head around the corner from the hallway, "I hate to intrude, but my mom wants to talk to you."
"Right behind you, Rich. I'll be right back, guys," Tom added before following in Rich's footsteps.
I followed Rich into my office and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I greeted.
"This is Rich's mom, Eileen. Would you mind tellin' me why the hell my son is at your house and not in school?"
"I'll be happy to have that discussion with you and your husband when I bring Rich home later."
"No! I want to know what the fuck is going on, right now."
"Mrs. Weaver, please calm down. Rich is fine, and I intend to see he stays that way. We'll talk about it at your home tonight."
"What's the stupid little shit done now? Are you the police?"
"I used to be, but not any longer. Your son hasn't done anything wrong and he's not in trouble. Now, what time will you and your husband be home?"
"I usually get home about five-thirty and Stan about five-forty-five."
"So, if I bring Rich home at six, you both should be there, and we can talk?"
"It doesn't sound like we have much choice, do we?"
"Uh, not at this moment, no. We'll see you at six, then." I hung up the phone, turned to Rich and asked, "Are you certain you're ready for this?"
"Yeah, I can't take this hidin' who I am shit no more, Mr. Wright. It's literally killin' me."
"That's the right attitude, Rich. Remember, it's your life, not theirs. Do you still need to call your dad?"
"Nah, I tried to call him first, but he was in a meeting of some kind, so I left him a message. I told Janet it was important he sees it as soon as he's done with his meeting and she promised to put it in his hand."
"Okay, sounds like you're done with the phone. Wait, what about your sister, do you need to call her?"
"Nope, she was gonna be at the friend's house until eight or eight-thirty."
"Okay, then. Homework?"
"Yeah, I got some chemistry and trig to deal with."
"Then you better get busy, then. Time's runnin' out."
"Please, man, don't remind me," Rich grinned. "I wish my old man treated me like you do instead of just ignoring me like he usually does."
"Don't know if I can help you with that, but we'll see. Hit the books, buddy."
"Yeah, all right."
I left Rich to his homework and returned to the living room to rejoin Max and David.
"What's the scoop," I asked when Tom had come back.
"Oh man, this is not gonna be a fun evening," he bemoaned. "His mom sounds like a real battleax."
"Oh, c'mon on Tom. I'm sure you can handle her. I'm more worried about the father. Especially since there's a gun in the house."
"I'll go armed, babe, so don't worry about that. I'm really thinkin' about leaving T.J. home though. If Rich's parents are as volatile in person as they are on the phone, he really doesn't need to be there."
"I'd prefer he stayed here, but then, I also hate to see you go in there alone. Do you think Derek would be willing to come out and act as backup?"
"I don't know. He told me this morning that he's pretty busy at work getting ready to take over when Dylan leaves."
"What about me?" David asked. "I could go with you. I won't carry a gun, but I can be a legal force, if needed."
"I couldn't ask you to do that, David," Tom responded. "But the more I think about T.J., the more I think he'd be the best backup for me."
"Why?" I asked nervously.
"With his ability to read minds, he could clue me into something I might otherwise miss."
"That sounds awfully risky, Tom," David commented.
"it would be unless I leave him in the car and he can work his magic from there. He could have your phone and I could wear an earbud connected to mine, so he could feed me info from outside. What do you think about that idea?"
"I guess we'll have to talk to him when he gets home and see if he thinks he can do it from that distance," I replied, still worried about T.J. being that close to what could be a violent situation.
"So, when do the boys get home from school?" David asked.
"They're usually here by a quarter to four," Tom answered.
We spent the next half-hour chatting idly when the front door opened and the mini herd rumbled into the house. I was glad the boys had decided on their own that it was warm enough to walk to the house. The exercise would be good for them and, as long as the weather stayed nice, Tom and I shouldn't have to pick them up every afternoon.
"Hey, Alex, the judge from court's here," Joey exclaimed. "Hi, Judge Corgan. What're you doing here?"
"Hi, young man, it's good to see you two again. I came out to see the family cemetery on your dad's property."
"Really? Why?" Alex asked.
"Well, it turns out that the people buried out there are part of my family."
"Cool!" Joey crowed.
"How are you boys doing? And please tell me which is which, again."
"I'm Alex, he's Joey," he offered with a chuckle. "Just remember, I'm in the blue shirt and Joey's red."
"Today, anyway," Joey added with his own chuckle of amusement.
"Hey! Was that an earthquake I just felt?" Rich asked as he joined us.
"Nope," I laughed. "Just the boys coming home."
T.J. scooted closer to Rich and quietly asked, "You okay, dude?"
"Yeah, T.J., I'm fine. Thanks."
"T.J., Mike, Andy, come over here and meet Judge Corgan," Tom called out. "Yes, you, too, Logan. Sorry, bud." The four boys lined up in front of David and Tom went through introducing each one to him, pausing as each shook David's hand and gave him a meek greeting.
"It's nice to meet all of you. However, as I recall, Max and Tom are only adopting five of you. I believe Logan is a new addition."
"Yeah, I'm just staying here while my dad gets his brain straightened out."
My brain must have slipped a gear earlier today as I suddenly remembered Charlie was going to be here in about forty minutes to see Logan. I looked to Tom quickly and mouthed, "He'll be here soon," and received a quick nod in acknowledgement.
"Ah, you must be Charlie Campbell's boy."
"Yep, that's me."
"Well, I hope your dad does well with his counseling and you can be back home with him soon."
"Yeah, me too. Wait, are you the judge he had to see the other day?"
"Yes, I am. From what I saw in my courtroom, your dad's a good man who's had a very rough couple of years. And, you have, also. I want you to know how sorry I am about the loss of your mother. It's never easy to lose a loved one, especially at your age."
"Yeah, it really sucks," Logan agreed.
"Logan, that's no way to talk to a judge, you know better than that," I chastised the young lad.
"No worries, Max," David replied. "He's absolutely right, it does suck," he added with a grin to Logan. All the boys giggled at David's using the word.
"I can't wait to see him," Logan said. "I know he's home now, but he ain't called me yet."
"I'm sure he will, young man, just be patient. He's had some catching up to do at home first, I'm sure."
"Boys," Tom interjected, "homework and snacks. Now, please." The herd headed to their bedrooms first and soon returned carrying the things they needed on their way to the kitchen. When Tom and I finally joined them to get a snack set up, the four older boys had their books already open and were busily taking care of business while the two youngest were playing a quiet game of hangman.
Rich stuck his head around the corner and asked, "Um, could I get something to drink?"
"Sure thing, Rich," Tom answered. "The fridge is right there, help yourself."
"Who're you?" Andy asked, looking to Rich as he dug through the fridge and retrieved a Pepsi.
"My name's Rich."
"Why're you here? Are you moving in, too?" Mike asked.
"No, I'm not moving in," he laughed. "Your dad and T.J. are gonna help me deal with something in a little bit," Rich answered.
"Oh, you must be the kid who's afraid to tell his mom and dad he's gay," Alex commented.
"Does everyone here know my business? Geez, T.J., can't you keep a secret, dude?"
"Uh, not from Joey and Alex, I can't. Sorry, man."
"What, do they torture you for information?"
"Nah, nothing like that," T.J. laughed. "They can read minds, too."
"Oh, man, this is just too weird. I'm going back to the living room."
Tom and I followed suit shortly after, joining David and Rich and picking up the thread of their ongoing conversation.
"So, what do you have planned for your future, Rich?" David asked.
"I don't. I didn't think I had much of a future, so I haven't really thought about it."
"Well, it's never too late to start," David retorted.
"Have you ever done any acting or even considered it?" I asked.
"When I was the age your boys are, I used to think it'd be cool to be famous and all, but no, I've never actually done any acting."
"Actually, Rich, you have," Tom countered. "You've been playing the role of a straight kid for years. And it must have been pretty convincing to fool your parents for that long."
"That wasn't acting, Mr. Wright, that was freakin' survival. Big difference."
"Still, you were being somebody you really aren't. That's what actors do for their survival."
"I suppose. But why did you ask, Mr. Sanders."
"You reminded me of my concern about turning my books into movies and seem to have found the solution to that. My biggest problem with allowing that to happen was always trying to reduce a book to two hours of screen time. I didn't think it could be done and still be satisfactory, so I've always turned down the offers I've received. The other big problem I also had was who would be selected to play the main character. None of the actors I've seen in movies recently really fit my image of `Jake'."
"And what'd I say to make you rethink it?"
"First, you suggested splitting each book into two movies. That doesn't happen often, but when it does, they're both usually pretty successful and profitable. Second, I just decided on the perfect person to take on the role of `Jake Franklin'."
"Really!? Who?" David enthused. "Daniel Radcliffe, Josh Hutcherson, Asa Butterfield?"
"None of the above, buddy. I was actually thinking of you," I smiled.
"WHAT!? Have you freakin' lost your mind?" Rich squeaked in excitement. "I can't do no dang movies, I got no experience."
"Think back to the first book, Rich. Jake was a young novice in his early twenties, more or less bumbling his way through things on his first assignment. But he learned some of the finer points of his new profession in the process. Who better to portray that innocence and na�vet� than someone who's never done it before. You've got the look I'd imagined when I created the character, the right build, the exuberance to do right."
"Yeah, right. I can't even tell my parents I'm gay, how do you think I could pull off playing Jake?"
"All in good time, young man. I have faith in you to do it and do it the way it needs to be done."
"But I'm still in school! How the hell can I be in a movie?"
"Kids do it all the time, Rich. It's called tutors. Besides, by the time the first book could be turned into a screenplay and be ready to shoot, you'd be out of high school, so that problem solves itself. The only thing you need is a little bit of experience acting and learning how to listen to a director to convert what he's telling you to do into the correct actions. So, what do you think? You interested, providing I can find someone to work with who's willing to make these movies on my terms?"
"Hell, yeah!" Rich crowed with glee.
"Good, I'll talk to some of the people who've expressed interest in making the movies and see what I can come up with." DING!
I leaned over and whispered to Tom, "I bet that's Charlie. You want to meet him at the door and then take him into your office? I want you to lay down some ground rules before he sees Logan." Since you can't see directly into the kitchen from the front door, I was fairly confident the two wouldn't see each other until we were ready for it.
"You got it, babe," Tom replied before heading to the front door.
"What was that ding," Rich asked.
"There's a sensor at the end of the driveway to let us know when someone's headed our way," I answered for the second time today, having already explained it to David when Tom came home with Rich in tow.
"Rich, would you do me a favor and go stand at the end of the counter by Alex and try to keep the boys' attention focused in the kitchen for a few minutes? Please and thank you."
"Sure thing, Mr. Sanders." He was off like a flash to do as I requested, hopefully keeping the boys occupied in something other than who was at the front door.
When Tom opened the door, there stood Charlie, looking more lost than any man I'd ever seen. Tom put a finger to his lips asking Charlie to be quiet as they came into the living room. David and Charlie shared a perfunctory handshake, as did I, before they continued on down the hall to Tom's office. DING!
Confused as to who else could be coming in, I excused myself from David and headed for the front door. When I saw my computer guy's van make the turn towards the front door, my brain kicked back into gear. I waited patiently as Bill parked in the circle drive and made his way to the front door. Upon opening the door, I greeted him with, "Hey, Bill, good to see you again. I'd forgotten you were coming out this afternoon."
"You want me come back another day?" he asked.
"God, no, it was just a brain cramp. I'm all good now. You might want to go ahead and bring everything in. Tom's having a quick chat with someone in his office, but it shouldn't take too long."
"Sure thing, Max. I'll be right back." Bill returned to his van and loaded up his cart with Tom's new equipment. Once it was all secured, he made his way up the ramp I'd added to one end of the porch so a wheelchair-bound friend could get into the house easily. After stepping inside, pulling the cart behind him, he parked it by the coat closet and we strolled across the living room to wait for Tom and Charlie to vacate the office.
"Bill, this is juvenile court judge David Corgan, David, my computer guy, Bill." The two shook hands and we all sat. "So, Bill, how ya' been?"
"Busy, Max. The latest Microsoft Windows update has me upgrading people's systems left and right."
"Nice of Bill Gates to help keep you going."
"It really is. This latest version requires 128 gigs of RAM and three terabytes of hard drive space. And that's just for Windows. You want any more on the system, you need to at least double both. How's your system running these days? Still hanging in there?"
"Running like a scalded ape, Bill. I'm glad I was ready for this latest update from Microsoft. Thanks for taking care of me before it was released."
"No problems. You know I'll always take care of you."
"I sure do, that's what keeps me coming back to you." Tom and Charlie returned from the office and Charlie slumped on the couch with his back turned towards the kitchen. "Tom, this is Bill and he's here to set up your computer. Why don't you show him where your office is?"
"Great! I wanna see what he's got for me. C'mon, Bill, right this way." Bill jumped off his temporary perch, corralled his cart and followed Tom down the hall.
"I didn't know you were gonna be here, too, Judge Corgan," Charlie commented. "I know my visits with Logan are supposed to be supervised, but I think your presence is a bit of overkill, don't you?"
"It's nice to see you, too, Mr. Campbell. And I'm not here to supervise anything, I'm just a guest this afternoon. I'll be happy to leave if that would make you feel more comfortable."
"No, I'm sorry, sir. I'm fine, just a little on edge. Tom explained the rules of my visit to me. I'm not real happy with `em, but I'll deal with it. Really, it's nice to see you. I truly appreciate the chance you're giving me to correct my attitude and behavior. Another judge probably would have locked me up and thrown away the key."
"Had you been in criminal court instead of family court, that most certainly would have been the outcome. Fortunately for you, Sergeant Brock believes in you and I based my decision on his recommendation. I'm just hoping you don't make us both look like fools."
"I promise you, sir, I won't. So, when can I see my son?"
"Just as soon and Tom returns," I replied. Thirty seconds later, Tom came back in and took his chair next to mine. "Okay, I guess we're ready. Charlie, why don't you slip down just a bit more so Logan won't see you until he passes the couch?" Charlie followed my request and when he was low enough, I yelled, "Logan, front and center, young man!" The youngster zipped around the corner of the dining room and seemingly broke the sound barrier as he flew right past his dad before braking to a sudden halt in front of Tom and me. I could also see six heads, stacked up like a totem pole, peering around the corner to see what was going on.
"Yes, sir, what's up?"
"We have a little surprise for you today. Would you like to see it?"
"You bet, Max, I love surprises," he replied gleefully, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
"Then turn around, silly boy."
Logan slowly turned around to find his surprise and, at first, spotted only the aforementioned totem pole. When his gaze finally landed on Charlie, he screamed, "DAD!!!", and he ran back across the living room, jumped into his father's lap and smothered him with hugs and kisses. | <div id="readability-content"><h1>Building a Family Chapter 64</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div>
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<h2><a name="_Hlk500367100"></a><a name="_Toc500410766"><span>Chapter 64
� Reunion</span></a></h2>
<p><span>Thursday morning began with a bang. As in someone
banging on the front door of the house. I struggled out of bed, found a pair
of sweatpants and pulled them on before seeing who was here and finding out
what was so damn important at six in the morning. The alarm clock sounded just
before I left the bedroom, so I shut it off and made my way to the location of
the commotion outside. When I opened the door, I was stunned to find a mousy
young lady standing on the front porch holding a microphone. Standing behind
her was a burly man holding on his shoulder, a rather large video camera with
the local station's logo emblazoned on its side.</span></p>
<p><span>"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want at
six in morning?" I asked as my anger rose.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good morning, Mr. Sanders. My name is Yvonne Shields
and I'd like to interview you for today's Channel 20 news at noon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me!? Get the hell off my property
and don't come back!" I screamed as I slammed the door in her face.</span></p>
<p><span>"But, Mr. Sanders," she yelled through the door, "your
story is important, and we want it."</span></p>
<p><span>I reopened the door and told Ms. Shields, "I don't give a
fuck who you are or who you're with, you ignorant bitch. It's six in the
goddam morning. Now get the hell out of here before I have my husband get his
gun and shoot your sorry ass. If I find you on my property again, I'll have
you arrested for trespassing." I slammed the door in her face, again, and
headed towards the boys' rooms to get them moving in the right direction. As I
entered the twins' room, I found Joey sitting up with his eyes wide open.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's all that banging and yelling, Dad?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just the stupid news wanting an interview and me tellin'
`em to take a hike."</span></p>
<p><span>"You're jokin', right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I wish I were, Joey. Do me a favor and get those two
lumps next to you moving, then go roust the other three. I need to get Tom up
so he can deal with the dim bulb on the front porch. And make sure everyone's
wearing shorts this morning."</span></p>
<p><span>"You got it. Give `em hell, Dad," he yelled to my back as
I left the room.</span></p>
<p><span>I headed back across the house and saw Ms. Shields and
her cameraman still standing on the front porch as I passed by to wake Tom.
After punching Tom on the shoulder, I said, "Houston, we have a problem."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wha...?" he mumbled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes
and the cobwebs from his mind.</span></p>
<p><span>"C'mon, big guy, up and at `em. We have a pest problem
you need to deal with."</span></p>
<p><span>"What, you can't deal with a mouse?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's not a mouse, more like a giant rat. Get up and do
your duty."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why is it my job to deal with pests?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Because you're the one who knows how to use a gun. Pull
on some sweats and go dispatch the vermin on the front porch."</span></p>
<p><span>"If it's on the front porch, why the hell you botherin'
me? Just leave it be and it'll go away on its own."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't think that's gonna work with this particular rat.
Move it, bubba."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, yeah, I'm movin'." </span></p>
<p><span>I headed back to the kitchen to start some scrambled eggs
for breakfast while Tom started moving about. When I reached the kitchen, the
boys were lined up on their stools and waiting for food to magically appear
before them. As I started cracking eggs into the mixing bowl, I saw Tom go by,
gun in hand but missing his sweatpants.</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't open that door without pants on, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"It ain't that cold. Besides, what's a rat gonna do,
bite my pecker?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't say I didn't warn ya'," I yelled out as he moved
closer to the door.</span></p>
<p><span>"But, Dad, what about the lady I saw through the window,"
Alex asked with a giggle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey, he was warned to cover up. Twice. Ain't my fault,
now," I answered, raising my hands in surrender. All six boys started giggling
and jumped off their stools so they could watch the fireworks explode. And, as
soon as Tom opened the door, explode, they did.</span></p>
<p><span>"Who are you and why aren't you wearing any clothes!?"
Ms. Shields screamed.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm Tom Wright and I fucking live here! Who the hell
are you and what the fuck are you doin' on my front porch at six-thirty in the
fuckin' morning?"</span></p>
<p><span>"My name is Yvonne Shields. I'm with the Channel 20 news
and I'm here to interview Max Sanders. And would you please cover yourself!?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Listen, you stupid bitch!" Tom yelled. "This is my
goddam house and if I wanna be naked, by god, I will be. Now, get your cute
little ass and that goddam camera outta my fucking face and off this property
before I shoot you for trespassing. GO!" </span></p>
<p><span>While the boys were laughing their asses off, Yvonne and
her cameraman finally started backing off the porch and Tom slammed the door in
their faces one more time. I was having a hard time controlling my own
overflowing mirth and when he finally joined the rest of us in the kitchen, I
lost it, doubling over with laughter.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, you think that's funny, do ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Freakin' hilarious, bubba," I laughed. "I told you to
pull some pants on, but you wouldn't listen."</span></p>
<p><span>"You said it was a freakin' rat on the porch!" </span></p>
<p><span>"Rat, reporter, who can tell the difference these days?"
I asked innocently.</span></p>
<p><span>"The gall of them sending someone out here, unannounced,
at this time of the morning. That shit just fries my balls."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ooh, I hope not, Pops," T.J. said. "We like your balls
just the way they are," he added with a giggle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah? Good, `cause I do, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"I hope they didn't have the camera running when you
opened the door," Alex deadpanned.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, crap, I didn't think about that," Tom responded as
he turned beet red from head to toes.</span></p>
<p><span>"Look!" Mike shouted. "Even his balls are red!" he added
to gales of laughter from everyone. Well, everyone but Tom, that is, who
turned his rosy cheeks to us and stormed from the kitchen. I continued to work
on breakfast and by the time the eggs were done, Tom had rejoined the rest of
the family in the kitchen. Thankfully, he was back to his normal skin color,
what we could see of it, anyway, since he was now dressed.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm driving the boys to the bus shelter this morning and
if those twits are anywhere in sight, I'm callin' Derek to come out and deal
with them. They can't be coming around here and annoying us whenever they
please."</span></p>
<p><span>"Works for me, bubba. Get some eggs before they're
gone." The boys dropped their plates and silver in the dishwasher as they
finished their breakfast and then headed to their bedrooms to get dressed and
ready for school. At the appointed time, Tom grabbed his jacket and headed out
to the garage. When he finally got back inside the house an hour and a half
later, he was fuming.</span></p>
<p><span>"Can I go back to bed and start the day over?" he asked
with an edge to his voice as he tossed his jacket onto the loveseat.</span></p>
<p><span>"What happened? You were gone long enough to drive the
boys to school three or four times."</span></p>
<p><span>"Little Miss Shields and her cameraman are sitting on the
shoulder of the road, across from the end of the driveway. It took every ounce
of control I've got to not go over and beat the shit out of both of them. As
it is, I was just lucky enough to keep the boys from being caught on camera."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you for that. She has no business talking to
them. Should I call the school and warn them about the possibility of a news
crew showing up there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know, Max. I called Derek and he came out. I
already knew this, but she has every right to sit on the side of the road since
that's public property. What she can't do is come onto our property without
our permission. He impressed upon Ms. Shields and camera dude what the limits
are. He made sure they understood that if they stepped foot on the property
uninvited again, I would be well within my rights to deal with them as I saw
fit. Whether that means detaining them to be arrested or shooting their sorry
asses was left up to me." </span></p>
<p><span>"Whatever you want to do is fine with me, Tom. Just make
sure you protect the boys from exposure."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll do my best, babe, but if they get creative, I don't
know how much I'll be able to accomplish."</span></p>
<p><span>"Just what do you mean by <i>creative</i>?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, you know, remote cameras, drones, who knows what
they have?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah, shit, I didn't think about that. Is there anything
we can do?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Short of calling the station to see if you can talk them
out of dogging us, I don't think so."</span></p>
<p><span>"Since they're still out there, I don't think calling and
begging will help a bit. But you <i>have </i>given me an idea that might just
work."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Listen and learn, bubba." I looked up a number on my
cell phone and placed the call.</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks for calling the Channel 17 news desk, how may I
direct your call?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd like to talk to your news director, please. I have
a story I'd like to share with your viewing audience."</span></p>
<p><span>"One moment, sir, I'll connect you."</span></p>
<p><span>"You sure you wanna do that?" Tom asked as we waited.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why not? I've already talked to Hank at the paper. At
least this way, I can feel like I'm in control of the situation instead of
those idiots at the end of the drive bein' the ones in control."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hard to argue that point, I guess," he nodded in
agreement.</span></p>
<p><span>The news director finally came on the line with, "This is
Doug Williams, how can I help you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Mr. Williams, my name is Max Sanders and ..."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait, <i>the</i> Max Sanders, the one who's story
started on the front page of yesterday's Journal-Register and continued today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, that's me. Listen, since you've seen the story in
the paper, you know what I'm calling about."</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually, Mr. Sanders, I don't have a clue."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd like your best, most seasoned and most responsible
newscaster to interview me and for it to be broadcast on your station, exclusively."</span></p>
<p><span>"We'd be happy to do that, of course. From the article
in the paper, your story is an important one that people need to know about.
But why are you asking for us to do it? After all, we're based in Decatur.
Wouldn't Channel 20 be the more appropriate choice to air your story?"</span></p>
<p><span>"They probably are, but since they were pounding on my
door this morning at six and are now camped out at the end of my driveway, I'm
not real happy with them at the moment. I'd much rather have my story on their
competition, with someone who doesn't have the gall to show up uninvited."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm always happy to stick it to the competition, Mr.
Sanders," he responded with glee. "When can we do the interview?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, today's is shot, so is tomorrow and the weekend.
How would next Monday afternoon work for you? I think that's the earliest
possible time I could do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"That should be fine with us. Doing our interview Monday
allows the paper to finish their story before we air ours. I'll select the
person who will do the best job of presenting your story to our viewers and
I'll have him and a cameraman at your house Monday afternoon at what, two or
three?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I think three will work out just fine, Mr. Williams.
We'll see your people then. Thank you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, no, thank you, Mr. Sanders. I appreciate you giving
us this opportunity to help you get your story out there."</span></p>
<p><span>We ended the call and Tom said, "Okay, I listened. What
the heck was I supposed to learn?"</span></p>
<p><span>"How to take back control from people who want to rob you
of that control."</span></p>
<p><span>"So, giving an interview to the Decatur station and not
the Springfield station is taking control?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It is for me. One step at a time, big guy."</span></p>
<p><span>"One other good thing I see happening is you seem to be
getting over your aversion to being famous."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, not really, but I'll let you think so. Look, we
better scoot or we'll be late for my appointment. Dr. Biggs' office is on the
other side of town and it takes longer to get there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Lead the way, babe."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait! I just remembered another call I need to make."
I sat back down and dialed the number.</span></p>
<p><span>"Aircraft Services, this is Jeff, how can I help you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Morning, Jeff, Max Sanders, again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wow, Mr. Sanders, twice in one week. Is this gonna
become a habit?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Let's hope not, Jeff," I chuckled. "Hey, we've had a
slight change in plans and we're going to be taking off late afternoon tomorrow
instead of Saturday morning. Can you still have my plane ready to go?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No problems, sir. We've already filled the tanks and
checked the battery. You're good to go. What time will you be leaving?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks, I appreciate it. We should be at the airport
about four-thirty, so if you can have the plane pulled out of the hangar by
then, that'd be great. Oh, and I also need you to update the flight plan for
eleven passengers instead of eight."</span></p>
<p><span>"You got it. See you tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks, Jeff." I hung up the phone and said to Tom,
"All right, <i>now</i> we can go."</span></p>
<p><span>We grabbed our jackets and made our way to the garage.
Since we didn't have any shopping to do today, we slipped into the Shelby with
Tom taking the driver's seat. As we pulled out onto the road at the end of our
drive, you couldn't miss seeing Ms. Shields and the cameraman sitting in their
car across the road. Once the Shelby was pointed in the right direction, Tom
punched the gas and we left the two of them sitting in the cloud of dust he'd
created. I'm sure Tom added a few chips in the car's paint with the rocks he'd
kicked up.</span></p>
<p><span>After arriving at Dr. Biggs' office, we parked the car and
made our way into his reception area. We were greeted by a handsome young man
behind the desk. I let him know who we were, and he asked us to have a seat
for about five minutes while we waited my turn. At the appointed time, the
receptionist let us know Dr. Biggs was ready to see me now. I stood and
started towards the inner office with Tom following right behind me.</span></p>
<p><span>I stopped, turned to Tom and said, "You don't have to go
in with me this time if you don't want to. I've done it once, I can do it
again."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, would you just shut up and get going. You're
wasting time."</span></p>
<p><span>Sufficiently chastised, I turned back around and
continued my trek into the doctor's private realm. We were met by an even more
handsome gentleman than was the receptionist.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good morning," he greeted us, shaking our hands. "You
must be Max and Tom. Welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable." We took
two chairs that sat on the other side of the glass-topped coffee table from the
chair Dr. Biggs had taken. "May I ask which one of you is Max and which is
Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>With a crooked smirk on my face, I answered his innocent
request with, "Hi, I'm Tom and he's Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, no you don't, babe," Tom protested, "We're here for
you, not me."</span></p>
<p><span>"You couldn't play along, for even a minute?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope, this is too important."</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine, I see how you are. Okay, Dr. Biggs, I'm Max and
he's not, I mean, he's Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice to meet you two," he responded with a smile. "I
can see this will be interesting."</span></p>
<p><span>"Before we get started, Doc, I gotta make sure of
something."</span></p>
<p><span>"And what's that?" Dr. Biggs asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Dr. Kirkland told us that you don't have problems with
us adopting. I want to make sure that's true before we get too deep into
anything. I don't want to have start over with another therapist, just to drop
you in a few weeks because you don't accept us and what we're doing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max ... may I call you Max?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure, it's my name. Do you mind I use Jason?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not at all, Max. And I have absolutely no issues with
you adopting. In fact, I think it's wonderful that you're willing to do so and
applaud the group you're working with to make your dream of having a real
family come true."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can I ask you why your so cool with it when Dr. Schaid
thought it was reprehensible we would even consider the possibility."</span></p>
<p><span>"Because I know the struggles you're dealing with, having
been through them myself. You met Tim, my receptionist. Well, Tim is my
partner in life, as well as business. We have been trying to adopt a child for
several years, now, and we keep hitting the same obstacle over and over,
agencies just don't want to talk to us. Knowing that you two are in the
process, though, gives me some hope for our future."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then maybe we can help each other."</span></p>
<p><span>"How so?" he inquired.</span></p>
<p><span>"If you can help me deal with the crap in my life, I'll
introduce you and Tim to Carol. She's the one helping us and I'm sure she'd
love to help you, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"Tim and I would appreciate that, Max. Now, let's get to
why you're here. From what Paul told me over the phone, you were the victim of
serious sexual abuse from the ages of thirteen to sixteen, is that right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately, yes."</span></p>
<p><span>"And you'd repressed the memories of that abuse until
just recently."</span></p>
<p><span>"Also true."</span></p>
<p><span>"Can you tell me how you feel, now, after all these
years?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Here, why don't you read this?" I asked while handing
over my diary of hate. "I'd written this at Dr. Schaid's request and figure we
might as well start there." I watched him closely as he read the twenty-three
pages of hate. Unlike with Dr. Schaid, this time I was able to clearly see
what he thought as he did so. You could practically see the disdain and
anguish dripping from his brow as he read more and more.</span></p>
<p><span>When he finally set the diary down, he waited a moment
before looking back up to us and commenting, "I can see I have my work cut out
for me. What you've expressed in your writings contains a level of hostility
I've not seen in some time, Max. Is there anything you'd like to add to what
you've written so far?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nothing that pops to mind at this moment, no. I think,
overall, I'm not doing too badly, but Tom believes otherwise."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is that true Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, yeah. How can anybody read <i>that</i> and not
wonder why Max hasn't exploded from keeping all that shit inside for so long.
It's gotta be killin' him." My jaw dropped in surprise at Tom's answer and I
stared at him is disbelief.</span></p>
<p><span>"I agree with you, Tom." Jason then focused back on me,
asking, "How is it you've managed to survive this long with all that brewing
inside you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know, I just kept going through the motions of
life, hoping that someday I'd find a real purpose to my continued existence.
I've think I've finally found it with Tom and our boys and I'm determined to
live my life the best way I know how. I used to hate to wake up, not knowing
what the day held for me, whether it was gonna be a good day or a bad day. But
now, still not knowing what the day ahead is going to be like, I can't wait to
get started, each and every morning, because I know I have my family to share
it with. Having them along for the ride with me makes all the difference in
the world."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm guessing that getting a lot of this hate out of your
mind and onto paper helped you, also."</span></p>
<p><span>"It did. I hated to admit it, but it really did. I've
already told my full story to Tom and the police. I've also told some of it to
the rest of our family and the newspaper. And each time I've done it, it's
become a little bit easier to acknowledge what I went through. But <i>knowing </i>it
and actually <i>accepting </i>it are two entirely different things. I don't
know that I'll ever accept it."</span></p>
<p><span>"And you shouldn't. Nobody should ever `accept' that
kind of treatment at the hands of another person. And I've read the story in
the paper these past two mornings and I look forward to seeing the end of it
tomorrow. But even though the paper's story ends tomorrow, you do know that
yours doesn't, don't you? Your story is just beginning."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm well aware of that, Jason. Just this morning, we
had the Channel 20 News on our front porch asking for an interview. I told
them to take a hike. And when they didn't listen to me, I set Tom on them. He
managed to at least get them off our property."</span></p>
<p><span>"Go ahead, tell him what you did then," Tom goaded me.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, yeah, I called the Decatur station and offered them
an exclusive interview."</span></p>
<p><span>"And what possessed you to do that?" Jason asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, one of the problems I have with this whole
freakin' nightmare is the lack of control I seem to have over my life right
now. By giving the interview to the paper on my terms and offering Channel 17
the same thing, I have a little bit of control over how my story gets out there
and is presented. People need to know what's been happening in that church so
they can protect their kids. I've got to keep the story from fading away, so
no more kids can be victimized the way I was."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, I can understand the control issue. You had no
control twenty years ago, so you're asserting it now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Exactly!" I yelled. "Nobody else seems to understand
that."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't worry, Max, I do. It's quite common in situations
like yours, re-asserting yourself after all this time and feeling like you're
in charge of your own life again. That's a big step towards regaining your
self-image and self-worth and it's a very important part of your recovery."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you, Jason." I turned to Tom and said, "See, I told
you so. Do you believe me now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I always believed you, babe, I just thought you were
rushing things."</span></p>
<p><span>"Tom, Max's recovery will take whatever pace Max needs
and wants it to. It's not for us to determine what's right or wrong in this.
It's almost like dealing with your grief after someone you love has passed
away, it's different for everyone."</span></p>
<p><span>"I get that, and I'm all for Max getting better and
dealing with the fallout of his abuse. I just don't want him pushing too hard
and doing too much too soon."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's entirely up to Max. All you and I can do is
guide him on his journey, and it's up to him to decide the direction and speed
of that journey. Now, was there anything particular your wanted to discuss
today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I had one thing," I answered. "Jean seemed to think it
was highly significant that I used the word `impotence' to describe how I felt
twenty years ago. I was wondering if you attached any special meaning to that
word in the context in which it was used."</span></p>
<p><span>"Not hardly, Max. You could have used helpless,
powerless, weak, or any other number of other words to describe the same
feeling. <a name="_Hlk500343296">Recognizing the feeling is important, the
choice of word or words you use to describe the feeling isn't.</a> You <i>are</i>
a writer by trade, so I would expect you to select and use words that are
different from what most other people would."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's what I thought, but she insisted it was
monumental, like I was using it in the sexual context."</span></p>
<p><span>"I wouldn't put too much stock in the ramblings of a
fool, Max. She knows not what she says."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you. That just reaffirms my decision to stop
seeing her was the right one."</span></p>
<p><span>"What about you Tom," Jason asked. "Anything in
particular you'd like to talk about today?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We-e-ell, there is one little thing. Max has this grand
vision of building a bigger house for us to move into, so we have more room to
help kids who need it. I'm wondering if that's such a great idea to tackle
right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, c'mon, you're still worried about that?" I asked.
"I thought you were with me."</span></p>
<p><span>"You know I am, Max. I'm just concerned about the
timing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Again, Tom," Jason interjected, "if it's something Max
wants to do and it will help him with his recovery, all we should do is support
him and see that it happens. I wish Tim and I were in a position to be able to
do something like that, but with the size of my practice, it's just not
feasible. Not yet, anyway."</span></p>
<p><span>"I've got something else. Tom thinks I'm crazy for
wanting to do this, too, but I want to go back to the church and see the room
where all this crap happened."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, I can understand that," Jason replied. "And while
I'd support you in doing that, I think you should wait just a bit longer before
you attempt it. With what you're feeling right now, after reading what you
brought with you, you're not quite ready for that step. Maybe in a few weeks
or a month, I can see it happening, but not right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"At least you think it's a good idea. I know I'm not
ready to tackle that obstacle, but I will do it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Max, one thing you're going to have to realize, and the
sooner the better for everyone involved, is that you're not running a 100-meter
sprint. This is going to be more like a marathon with some major hurdles to be
surmounted along the way, and at the end of the race, you are going to be worn
out, both physically and mentally. You are going to have to pace yourself if
you want to have any hope of finishing in one piece."</span></p>
<p><span>"What the hell are you, Jason, a therapist or a track
coach?" I laughed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Both, actually. I put myself through school by being
one of coaches for the college's men's track team. And, even now, I work with
a few schools in the area to help develop and maintain their track teams. I
love working with kids and seeing how proud they are of themselves when they perform
their best, win or lose."</span></p>
<p><span>Since Jason had scheduled extra time for our first
appointment with him, we didn't finish the session until about eleven-thirty.
In the time we had, we talked about the issues I'd face in the future and how
to deal with times I feel like I'm starting to lose control. We were about to
the end of our time and Jason had one more thing he said he'd like to talk
about.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, I think that's enough for today, guys. But I have
a favor I'd like to ask before our next session. If it's okay with you, I'd
like to make a house call, as it were, and get a better feel for the family
dynamic, talk to your boys about how they're adapting to their new situation.
I think that with that information available to me, I'll have a better idea of
where we need to go with your therapy, Max. Would you have a problem with
that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't see a problem, do you, Tom?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not really, no. Maybe he could talk to Mike next week
instead of us."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is there something in particular you're concerned about
with him?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, we knew he'd suffered some serious abuse from his
parents before living with Paul for a few months, and then moving into our
home. When talking to Paul yesterday, he gave us some more information about
the kinds of abuse and how bad it really was for Mike, most all of it stemming
from Mike's wanting to dress in his mom's clothes. Tom asked Paul if it was
possible Mike was transgender, but Paul refused to put Mike into a specific
category. So, really, we're just concerned about what Mike may be thinking
about or dealing with and want to help him with whatever it is."</span></p>
<p><span>"The percentage of transgender people in the world makes
it unlikely that would apply to Mike. Besides, transgender individuals rarely,
if ever, have a fascination with or wear their preferred gender's clothes
before they begin transitioning. If Mike were transgender, he would be more apt
to dislike his body as it is, and he'd be ashamed for others to see it. Have
you noticed that to be an issue?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not hardly," Tom snorted.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's that mean?" Jason asked with a puzzled look on
his face.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm sure you'll find out next week when you talk to the
boys, especially since they haven't developed any filters, just yet. We're a
nudist family, Jason. The only time I've seen Mike be hesitant to show his
body was the very first night the boys moved in. After that, he's never
displayed any sign of being ashamed or afraid for anyone to see him nude."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then I don't think you have anything to worry about,"
Jason chuckled with a smile. "His desire to wear his mother's clothes may have
been nothing more than a comfort issue or he just liked the look and feel of
her clothes. And since he doesn't have to wear clothes at home, that issue
seems to have resolved itself. What about when he leaves the house for school
or other places? Has he shown any desire to wear girl's clothes then?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Not that he's said to us, no, but we don't know if he's
said anything to his brothers."</span></p>
<p><span>"If he had, I'm sure you would have heard about it by
now. Anything else I should be aware of before I come out?"</span></p>
<p><span>"One other thing I can think of," Tom answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's that," Jason and I asked together.</span></p>
<p><span>"Three of our sons have the ability to, um, read your
mind. So, you may want to be cautious of what you think while they're around
you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Pshhh, I don't believe in that kind of hokum. I've
never heard a reliable report of anybody being able to do such a thing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't say you weren't warned, Jason," I laughed.
"There's a first time for everything."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll believe it when I see it. So, when do we want to
do this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It'll probably have to be Wednesday afternoon or
evening, Jason. We won't be home this weekend and were pretty busy Monday and
Tuesday already."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wednesday should work out just fine. I'll have Tim set
your regular appointments for Thursdays at ten in the morning, if that's all
right with you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Fine with us. I guess we'll see you next week, then."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll look forward to it. Tim will call you sometime Wednesday
morning and let you know what time I can be there. Hope you guys have a great
afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks, Jason. You, too."</span></p>
<p><span>We both shook his hand before we turned to leave.
Stepping outside into the late morning sun, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.</span></p>
<p><span>"What?" Tom asked as we made our way to the Shelby.</span></p>
<p><span>"I like Jason and I think he's going to be a great help.
At least he doesn't have a problem with us adopting. That's a <i>big</i> step
in the right direction."</span></p>
<p><span>"He's pretty easy on the eyes, too," Tom laughed as we
fell into the Shelby for the trip home.</span></p>
<p><span>I punched my honey on the shoulder for that crack as he
started the car and backed out of our parking space. "Hey, you're taken,
remember?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I might be taken, but I'm not dead, dammit. I can still
<i>look,</i> can't I?" he asked as he pulled onto the street and made the turn
towards home.</span></p>
<p><span>"Absolutely not," I chortled in response. "You're
supposed to only have eyes for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then you better get me a set of blinders for my wedding
present," my chauffer chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"Just drive, you big goof." </span></p>
<p><span>As we pulled into the driveway, I was happy to notice the
car containing the pushy young Ms. Shields and her cameraman was absent. I
hoped it wasn't waiting for us in front of the house. After parking in the
garage without being assaulted by the local news, we headed inside to start
preparing for our lunch with David. Tom got started browning the hamburger and
sausage for the sauce while I started work on the sauce itself. When the two
were finally combined, I turned the burner down to simmer and allowed it cook,
giving it an occasional stir.</span></p>
<p><span>Since we had a bit of a break before we needed to do
anything else, I asked Tom, "Hey, why don't you go print out today's e-mail
from Hank so we can read part two of his story?" I waited in the kitchen,
keeping an eye on the sauce while Tom headed to the study.</span></p>
<p><span>I sat at Max's desk and turned on the computer. After
entering his password, I opened Outlook and let it download his new messages.
After finding the one from Hank, I printed it so we could we peruse it at our
leisure. While waiting for the inkjet to spit out the pages, I browsed through
the messages on the screen to see if there was anything else interesting. My
eyes finally settled on one from Jack at Shelby America.</span></p>
<p><span>"Why would Max be talking to Shelby?" I muttered to
myself. "He's already got one. I wonder if there's a show or something coming
up he wants to attend."</span></p>
<p><span>I clicked on the message to find out what was going on.
After reading the thing, I was ashamed with myself for being so damn nosy. "What
the hell is he thinking?" I asked aloud to the empty room. "I don't need a
fuckin' Shelby as a wedding present. That's way over the line." I knew I'd
never come close to matching <i>that</i> for my present to him, but damn, I'm
getting my own Shelby! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! God, I love this man, crazy as
he is, I love him to fuckin' death. Now all I have to do is figure out how to
keep Max from realizing I know about it. I'll just have to play stupid for the
next couple of months. Shouldn't be too hard for an ex-cop to do that.
Besides, mom always joked I was never the brightest bulb in the box, guess
we'll see if it's true.</span></p>
<p><span>Embarrassed as hell, I shut down the computer, retrieved
the e-mail from the printer and rejoined my babe in the kitchen, hoping I
didn't look guilty enough for him to interrogate me.</span></p>
<p><span>Tom finally came back from the study, waving the printed
pages of today's portion of Hank's article. He looked a little flushed, like
he'd just run a fair distance, but he handed the pages to me before I could say
anything.</span></p>
<p><span>"There ya' go, babe, hot off the press."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thanks, did you read it?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope," he replied climbing up on one of the stools at
the counter. </span></p>
<p><span>I joined him on the next stool and started reading.
About two-thirds of the way through today's part of the story, Hank started to
add information that wasn't in the original article he'd sent us, and I was
starting to feel uneasy about where he was leading his readers. The
information he'd added was related to the Muellers and the twenty-four other
people who'd been arrested with them, so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised.
The paper, apparently, had managed to dig up more dirt they thought their
readers should know. Again, the new information just backed up my story, so I
wasn't overly concerned at his deviation from the original story.</span></p>
<p><span>When we'd both finished reading, I asked, "What do you
think?"</span></p>
<p><span>"A few minor changes and new info from what he sent
before, but nothing earth-shattering."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I hope it stays that way in tomorrow's final part."
I looked at the clock and realized David should be here in about fifteen
minutes. "Oh, shit, we gotta get busy. Can you put the salad together while I
get the bread ready to go in the oven?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure thing, babe."</span></p>
<p><span>The two of us got to work and soon had everything ready
to go except for dropping the pasta into a pan of boiling water. We just
needed a judge to arrive before we did so. As we waited, a thought popped in
my head, so I looked to Tom and commented, "I've been thinking about this
morning and I think we should do something to improve our security. What do ya'
say?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I agree. I really don't want to be waking up to a news
crew on the front porch every day. That would be the perfect task for Dylan to
tackle when he starts working with me. With his position in the department, he
knows all the alarm and security companies in the county, along with quite a
few fencing contractors. If anyone can secure this place, it'll be him."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good thinking, Tom. You might want to give him a heads
up before he starts so he can maybe have something in the works."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll take care of it, Max, don't worry." The drive
sensor dinged and the phone rang at the same moment, interrupting our train of
thought.</span></p>
<p><span>"I bet that's David," I reacted. "Why don't you get the
door and I'll answer the phone?" Tom left the kitchen while I picked up the
receiver. "Hello?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Max, Steve Furman here. We had a situation here I
thought you should know about."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, lord, what did the boys do this time?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, it wasn't them, exactly. It was the Channel 20 news
in the person of a Ms. Shields and a cameraman. They showed up here about a
half-hour ago, demanding they be allowed to talk to your sons. I told them to
take a hike or I was calling the police to have them removed from the school's
property."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, crap. I thought they'd crawled back in their
hole. I didn't think they'd really show up there."</span></p>
<p><span>"What do you mean?"</span></p>
<p><span>"They were on our front porch this morning at six, but
Tom managed to get rid of them. Then, when we left to go to town for an
appointment, they were sitting at the end of our drive. When they weren't
there when we got back home, I just assumed they'd given up."</span></p>
<p><span>"Apparently, no such luck, Max. I just thought you
should know about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, thanks for calling, Steve. Talk to you later." I
hung up the phone just as Tom came back into the kitchen, followed by Judge
Corgan. "Good afternoon, David. How are you today?" I greeted as we shook
hands.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm doing just fine, Max, yourself?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's been an interesting day."</span></p>
<p><span>"So Tom said. I assume it's interesting, in part, due to
the car at the end of your drive."</span></p>
<p><span>"Unfortunately, yes. Channel 20 wants to interview me.
Too bad for them that it's not going to happen."</span></p>
<p><span>"But I was under the impression you wanted your story out
there. Why face off against more exposure?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Because that idiot showed up here, uninvited, at six
this morning, pounding on the door. I'm not going to give my story to someone
who doesn't have the common courtesy to call first."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, I suppose that's reasonable," David agreed.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm just glad we'll be out of town for the weekend.
That way, we won't have to deal with them for a couple of days. Are you ready
for lunch?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Anytime. Can I do anything to help?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't think so, David. I just need to deal with the
bread and get the spaghetti on the boil." I popped the bread in the oven while
Tom and David chatted idly. After I was able to flip the bread over so both
sides would be crispy, I dropped the pasta in the water. Tom excused himself
from his conversation to put everything else on the table while I dealt with
the noodles. While we handled our tasks, David excused himself to run out his
car to retrieve something. He returned shortly with a bottle of wine.</span></p>
<p><span>"I hope you don't mind me bringing a bottle of Chianti to
go with our meal. Margie isn't real fond of Italian food and when I get the
opportunity to indulge myself, I always like to have a nice wine with it."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's quite all right, David," Tom answered. "We don't
usually have wine, but it sounds goods today. Shall I do the honors?"</span></p>
<p><span>"By all means." While Tom opened the bottle, David
commented, "I love your home, boys. This is the kind of place I've always
wanted, open, warm, inviting and isolated."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you, David," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's all Max's doing, I haven't been around long enough,
yet, to have had much of an impact," Tom added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure, you have," I corrected him, "you got your new
office. That's a big change."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whoo-hoo," Tom whistled while twirling a finger in the
air. "One whole room."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunity to make
up for lost time as we work on the new house."</span></p>
<p><span>"New house?" David asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep, I'll tell you my idea, but first, it's time to
drain the pasta and sit." I drained the spaghetti and drizzled a little olive
oil on it to keep it from sticking together, then pulled the bread from the
oven and transferred it to a basket. With these last two items in hand, I said,
"Let's eat," and led the way to the dining room. The three of us took our
seats at the table and spent a few minutes filling our bowls with salad and
plates with spaghetti, sauce and bread. As we ate our hearty meal, I explained
our plans for a new house to David, making special note of the extra kids we'd
be able to help once the project was completed.</span></p>
<p><span>"That sounds rather ambitious, Max. Are you sure you're
ready for that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I admit, right now, I'm not. But I want everything done
and in place so when I am ready, everything else is, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"You'll have to make sure you let me know when you're all
set up. I see cases every week where kids need to get the hell away from mom
and dad for a while as the parents deal with their issues. It'll be nice to
have a place for them to go that's so close by. Are you and Tom going to run
everything yourselves, or are you planning on having some other people to help
you out?"</span></p>
<p><span>"No way we're doing this on our own, David," Tom
answered. "Once we get the new place built, we're giving this house to our
parents, so there'll be four more adults around to help us out. Plus, we've
already hired a guy to come in and help out around here with things once I get
back to work."</span></p>
<p><span>"And I have a few other ideas, but we haven't talked
about them yet," I commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh?" Tom asked, lifting his eyebrows in curiosity. "No
time like the present. Do tell."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, you know how the boys are always going on about
doing school at home? I've thought about asking Ken to leave the school and
come work at the new place, not just for our boys, but for the other kids, as
well. I've also been thinking about having Rick come on as an on-site health
person to be able to deal with any medical emergencies. Then, there's the
possibility of having full-time lifeguards here since there will be more kids
to use a pool, but I'm not too sure about Brad or Duane filling that position.
The last person I think it would be handy to have available 24/7 is a
counselor. If these kids are troubled, and some of them will be, for sure, you'll
never know when one might need some help."</span></p>
<p><span>"Jesus, Max, have you thought about how all that will
affect our lives, the changes we'd have to make to accommodate those new people
being around all the time. The boys won't like one of those changes, for sure.
Hell, I won't much like it either."</span></p>
<p><span>"Like I said, they're just ideas. I'm not going to do
anything without all of us talking about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I like what you're thinking, boys," David commented.
"I'd be willing to help draft some legal resources for you. There are plenty
of attorneys in this town who don't do their fair share of pro bono work and I
can't think of a better cause for them to do so. Are you thinking of adopting
whatever kids you take in? Or are you planning a sort of foster family environment."</span></p>
<p><span>"More like a foster family," Tom answered. "A rest stop,
of sorts, where they can live while their parents get their act together or other
arrangements are made."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're thinking that with our boys, we'll all be able to
help these kids more than they might find somewhere else."</span></p>
<p><span>"Speaking of, how are your boys?"</span></p>
<p><span>"They're all doing great. Joey, Alex and T.J., with the
help of the school, have set up a support group for gay youth at the school,
and Mike and Andy are having a great time together. I'm glad Carol was able to
arrange for us to adopt Andy with the other boys," I replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"And I'm going over to the school at two-thirty. T.J.'s
asked me to talk to a kid about some issues he's having," Tom added.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good for you, Tom. I knew you wouldn't quit helping
people when you left the department. So, it looks like it'll be just you and me
taking a hike this afternoon, Max."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep, looks that way."</span></p>
<p><span>We spent the rest of the meal discussing a myriad of
subjects and getting to know each better, though Tom already knew David pretty
well from their poker nights over the years. When we finished eating, Tom and
I cleaned up the table and the kitchen mess while David sat at the bar and
watched.</span></p>
<p><span>When the cleanup was done, Tom said, "Well, David, I hate
to eat and run, but I need to get ready to go to the school. I hate to leave because
I really want to see the cemetery, too, but I'll have to wait for another day."</span></p>
<p><span>"No worries, Tom, go. Your son needs you." With that,
Tom headed to the bedroom to change clothes. "Before we take our walk, Max,
I'd love to see the rest of your home."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd be happy to give you the tour, follow me." We
started at the far end of the house at the garage and worked our way back
towards the study and our bedroom. David was surprised at the colors the boys
had selected for their bedrooms, but agreed that if that's what they wanted,
who were we to argue with their choices. </span></p>
<p><span>He paid particular attention to the picture of the twins'
parents that was hanging in their room and commented, "I assume that's the
picture you had reprinted for Joey and Alex."</span></p>
<p><span>"It is, and they absolutely love it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Their parents were a handsome couple. That was a good
thing you did for them. Most adoptive parents prefer to hide their kids'
biological parents, almost like they never existed. In some cases, that may be
warranted, but it's not true for the majority. And it's such a shame to bury
their family history like that. I mean, they came from somewhere, why not
celebrate that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know, David. Alex and Joey may soon be our
sons, but Tom and I will just be continuing the work their parents started nine
years ago. And though they've had a pretty tough life the last five years,
living where they were, we're going to do everything we can to overcome that."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's as it should be, Max. And I don't doubt for one
second that you'll do so."</span></p>
<p><span>As we moseyed back through the house, we briefly stopped
at the glass doors to the pool which David loved, then continued on to the theater.
David was impressed with the room and commented about how much nicer it would
be to watch a movie here as opposed to a regular theater. We ended the tour
with my study and our bedroom that Tom had already vacated.</span></p>
<p><span>As we returned to the living room, David said, "Thanks
for letting me see the whole house. I'd read Carol's description of it in the
boys' adoption files, but mere words don't do justice to what you really have
here. I can see the boys are going to be well cared for and, in my book, that's
the most important thing when someone is adopting. I'm ecstatic that you came
along when you did and opened your home and life to them."</span></p>
<p><span>"You can't be any happier than I am, David. Finding Tom
and our sons have given me the purpose in life I've never had before, and I
can't wait for it all to become legal. But, I've waited thirty-four years for
it so far, a couple more months won't kill me, I guess."</span></p>
<p><span>We finally caught up with Tom as he was retrieving his
jacket from the closet and we shared a kiss before he took off for the school.
As he headed for the garage, David and I retrieved our jackets, also, and
followed in his footsteps. When we got to the garage, Tom was just settling in
the Shelby and I suggested he take the Flex and bring the boys home with him.</span></p>
<p><span>"But what if this kid wants me to go talk to his
parents?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Then, by all means, go with him and the boys can ride
the bus home after school," I answered. </span></p>
<p><span>He pondered the situation for a moment and finally said,
"I think I'll go ahead and take the Shelby. I want to be ready if he wants me
to take him home. And, if the boys ride the bus, you'll need the Flex here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hadn't thought about that, I guess. Okay, go on and do
your good deed." He backed out of the garage and pulled away down the drive with
a wave out the window. David and I headed in the opposite direction, deeper
into our property, to see the old cemetery. After passing my storage building,
we left the paved drive and headed for a gap in the trees about fifty feet
away. "It's nice the sun is out today, that should make our stroll a bit more comfortable
and enjoyable," I commented as we stepped into the shadows of the woods.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm just hoping this <i>is</i> the cemetery my dad and I
have been looking for. We've looked all over Macoupin county, and the southern
end of Sangamon, but obviously never had any luck. We'd never dreamed it would
be this far north and west from Virden."</span></p>
<p><span>"Funny you should mention Virden. We were down there just
the other night for supper."</span></p>
<p><span>"DiCarlo's, right?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Where else. Best pizza I've ever had. And Tom and the
boys loved it, too. I can see we're going to have to make a habit of going
there."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't blame you a bit, Max. Not being close to DiCarlo's
is the <i>only</i> reason I miss living there. Margie and I still get down
there once a month, though. While she's not that enamored with Italian food,
she does love their pizza."</span></p>
<p><span>A few minutes later, we rounded a corner in the path and
were confronted with the wrought iron fence I'd replaced. The gate into the
cemetery was a wrought iron archway with the name `Corgan' formed at the top of
the arch in one-foot tall letters.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, here we are, David," I stated as I waved a hand in
the direction of the arch.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, my, this is beautiful. For a cemetery, that is."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, it didn't look like this when I found it. The
original fence had all rusted apart and fallen over. The woods had practically
taken the space back over and a lot of the headstones were damaged, mostly from
fallen limbs. I had a company in Springfield recreate the fencing using the
remnants of the original as a pattern. I also had a monument company come out
to repair the headstones they could and replace the ones they couldn't. And my
lawn guys cleared out all the trees, weeds and other junk. Now, they keep it
maintained every summer, along with all the walking trails I've created. It
took a couple of months to accomplish everything, but I felt the people buried here
would appreciate it."</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know if they appreciate your efforts, but I sure
do. May I go in?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Of course, that's what we're here for, isn't it?" I
unlocked and opened the gate, allowing David to precede me into the cemetery.
He began to wander among the thirty or so tombstones, taking in the names and
dates emblazoned thereon. After making the complete round of the grounds, he
turned to me with tears in his eyes.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're going to make an old man very happy, Max. This
is the place we've been searching for. Do you mind if take pictures to show my
father?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd be surprised if you didn't. Take your time, I'll
wait outside the gate, so I won't be in your way." I stepped outside and quietly
waited as David made the rounds again, snapping pictures of every marker with
his phone. He would occasionally make a comment or two about the people as he
did so. As he neared a marker at the back corner of the cemetery, he started
to chuckle.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah, John Wesley, you old cad, you. I'm amazed you live
long enough to make it here."</span></p>
<p><span>"Excuse me?" I asked in surprise at his comment.</span></p>
<p><span>David turned towards me and explained. "This man was
described as quite the cad back in the day. He was a love `em and leave `em type
of fellow. He'd marry a woman, have a kid or two or more, and then leave.
Only to find another woman, get married, have a few more kids with her, merely to
disappear into the mists of time, yet again. I know of at least four marriages
and I can't remember how many kids, all without the benefit of a single
divorce. Yes, he was the quintessential scoundrel. I'm amazed one of those
scorned ladies didn't do him in. To find him here with the others is a
pleasant surprise."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's quite the story," I laughed. "And to think
people today still frown on two guys getting married. They really should take
a long, hard look to their own families before disparaging someone else's."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, we've come a long way in the last hundred or so
years, haven't we?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We still have a long way to go, too," I commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"No doubt about that, Max." David took his last picture
inside the cemetery and then joined me outside the gate. "I'd like to get one
more picture of the whole place."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, let me get out of the way, then."</span></p>
<p><span>"No, please, I'd like you in the picture, also, so dad
can see who found our family. Why don't you stand beside the gate?"</span></p>
<p><span>"If you insist." I took my position while David backed
up the trail about twenty feet so he could fit the whole cemetery into the
picture. After snapping a few shots from the outside, he walked back over to
join me and wrapped me in a bear hug.</span></p>
<p><span>"I can't thank you enough for letting me come out today.
Finding this cemetery is the culmination of a dream and promise I made years
ago, never realizing the difficulty in the task I'd set for myself."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm only too happy to help you realize that dream," I
said as we turned around to head back to the house. "I'd wondered if any of
the family was still in the area, and now I know."</span></p>
<p><span>"Dad's just gonna shit himself with glee when he sees
these pictures. And he's also gonna bug the hell out of me until I can bring
him out to see it with own eyes. When do you think we could do that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Any time you want, David. Now that you know where it's
located, we don't even have to be home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, I wouldn't dream of coming out if you're not here.
That just wouldn't be right. Besides, I want dad to meet the man who has given
our family such tender loving care."</span></p>
<p><span>"And we'd be happy to meet him. Just give us a couple
days' notice before you want to visit and I'll make sure we're here."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll be sure to do that." </span></p>
<p><span>As we entered the house, I said, "I guess you'll be
heading for home now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually, Margie had some ladies function to attend this
afternoon, so I'd be going to an empty home. If you don't mind, I like to stay
for a while, maybe see Joey and Alex again and meet your other sons?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I think that sounds just fine, David. I'll enjoy the
company since Tom's at the school. Would you like something to drink?" I asked
as I hung our jackets back in the closet.</span></p>
<p><span>"Tea would be good, if you have some?" After getting a
glass of tea for both of us, we settled in the living room next to a fire and
enjoyed visiting for the next couple of hours.</span></p>
<p><span>When I got to the school, I located the visitor's parking
and headed inside to the office. I found Gloria behind her desk and introduced
myself.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi, I'm T.J. Bruce's dad, Tom Wright, and I'm here to
see him and another boy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, yes, Mr. Wright, we met briefly during the workshop.
And T.J. popped in at lunchtime to let me know you'd be coming by. Give me
just a moment and I'll have him come get you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you, Gloria." I took a seat and waited patiently for
T.J. to arrive and escort me through the building. When he finally stepped
into the office, he jumped in my lap, gave me a hug and planted a kiss on my
cheek.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi, Pops, thanks for coming over. And thanks for
letting me know my dad was here, Ms. Miller," he added as he glanced at Gloria.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're welcome, T.J."</span></p>
<p><span>With T.J. holding my hand we left the office and he led
the way to a small office where we'd meet with his new friend. After closing
the door and taking our seats, I asked, "What's this kid's name, T.J.?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Rich," T.J. answered. "Like I said, he's a junior. It
took me a while to get him to really open up with me, but once he did, he let
it all hang out. He's having a real hard time dealing with being gay, mostly
`cause he's scared of his parents reaction. The only thing he didn't say out
loud is that he plans to kill himself. We can't let him do that, Pops."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's why I'm here, buddy," I offered as I wrapped an
arm around his shoulder.</span></p>
<p><span>We'd waited in silence for a few minutes when there was a
light rap on the door. "C'mon in Rich," T.J. called out. The door opened to
reveal a six-foot one-inch, blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Despite the
loose-fitting jeans and long-sleeve shirt the young man wore, you could tell by
the way he carried himself he was lean and sinewy. If I had to guess, and I
was, I'd say he played on the school's basketball team. He probably had every
girl in the school panting after him, too, which I'm sure irritated him
immensely. He stepped into the room and closed the door before he spotted me
sitting there with T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, sorry, T.J., I didn't know you were talking to
someone already. I'll come back later," Rich squeaked in embarrassment.</span></p>
<p><span>"No, Rich, sit down," T.J. countered forcefully. "This
is one of my dads, Tom, and he's here to talk to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Despite what I told you yesterday, I really don't go for
the old farts, dude." T.J. and I snorted in laughter.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi, Rich, nice to meet you," I greeted the young man,
extending my hand for a shake, a gesture that he ignored. "First off, I'm only
twenty-seven ...," I started</span></p>
<p><span>"That's still ten years older than me and it ain't gonna
happen."</span></p>
<p><span>"... and T.J.'s not playing matchmaker. He's asked me to
be here this afternoon to talk with you. Apparently, you said some things
yesterday that really worried him and he wanted an adult to get involved."</span></p>
<p><span>"Wait!" Rich yelled. "You told your old man what I
said! I thought you were gonna keep this shit to yourself, man."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, normally I would, Rich," T.J. responded calmly, "but
I picked up something from you that really scared me. I'm not old enough to
deal with it myself `cause I'm afraid of what you might do if I say the wrong
thing. That's why I asked my Pops to be here today. He used to be a cop and I
really think he can help you. Just hear him out, okay."</span></p>
<p><span>"What do you mean you `picked up something'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Listen, dude, nobody but my family knows `bout this, and
I'd really like it if you'd keep to yourself, but I can read minds." I looked
at T.J. in surprise that he just told Rich about his ability.</span></p>
<p><span>"What the fu ..., uh, heck you talkin' `bout?"</span></p>
<p><span>"When we were talkin' yesterday, about how scared you are
tellin' your `rents you're gay, I saw your plan for killin' yourself, usin'
your dad's gun that's locked up in the safe in their closet."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, crap, man, how do you know `bout that? I ain't told
a soul."</span></p>
<p><span>"I already told you, Rich. I can read minds. And I can
tell, right now, that you're closer to doin' it today than you were yesterday.
What's happened?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I can't talk `bout this with him here," Rich answered,
pointing at me.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure you can. And you will," T.J. replied. "My dad's
here to help you and there ain't nothin' you can say that's gonna freak him
out, trust me. Me and my brothers have tried and we ain't succeeded yet. And
if we haven't, you won't, either."</span></p>
<p><span>"Please, tell me what's going on, Rich" I pleaded. "I
want to help you, if you'll let me. T.J. told me you think you're gay and
you've been going to a bar in Springfield to try to find some guy to, I guess,
experiment with?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, yeah, so what if I have been?" Rich asked in a
huff as he sat down in the empty chair.</span></p>
<p><span>"You should know how dangerous that can be. You never know
who you'll run into in places like that. He could be a really nice guy who's truly
willing to help or he could be predator just looking to find a nice young man
to take advantage of. Or, he could also be a serial killer, you just never
know. And a kid who looks like you do would be ripe for the picking."</span></p>
<p><span>"So, what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I
can ask one of my friends to do anything, is it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, why not? You never know what they might say. One
of them might be gay, or even bisexual, and be willing to see what sex with
another guy is like. Surely you've had mutual masturbation sessions with some
of your friends."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, yeah, but that don't mean they actually want to <i>do
it</i>. I mean, we never even touched each other, so what makes you think he's
gonna let me screw him? Or have him do it to me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Did you ever ask?" I inquired.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, yeah, like I'm just gonna go up to my best bud and
say, `Hey, I wanna fuck you'. No way man, that ain't gonna happen."</span></p>
<p><span>"You never know until you try. Look, I know how
difficult it is for a young guy like yourself to deal with being gay. I was in
the same place not all that long ago. You want to know if what you're feeling
is the real you, but you're also afraid of what your friends or family will
think of you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Ain't that the truth," Rich opined. "I may think I know
who I am and who I want to go to bed with, but I'm not ready to tell the world
that. Not just yet, anyway. I just don't think I can deal with it. And I'm
sure my mom and dad don't want to deal with it, either."</span></p>
<p><span>"Whether you deal with it today, tomorrow, or even next
year, you're still gonna have to do it at some point, aren't you? And, it's
not going to get any easier. In fact, it might be even harder to do the longer
you wait. What I'm really worried about, right now, is what T.J. told me about
your plan to commit suicide. Suicide is <i>not</i> the answer to your
problems, Rich. All killing yourself does is transfer your pain to the family
and friends you leave behind. It leaves them wondering what they've done so
horribly wrong that you felt your only solution was death. It leaves them
wondering what they could have done differently so you'd still be here with
them."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, that ain't my problem, it's theirs. I've already
written my goodbye and I explained everything."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, that's not good. Will you tell me what you've
written?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I just let `em know that I'm a faggot and I know they
don't care about me or love me<i>.</i> They only love their perfect little <i>daughter</i>
and couldn't give two shits about the queer in the family. I told `em how I could
never live up to their grand plan of me getting married and giving them
grandchildren. What a complete fuckin' waste of time my life is."</span></p>
<p><span>"The only thing that will make your life a waste is if
you end it prematurely. Now, tell me why T.J. thinks you're closer to
following through with your plan. What's happened since you talked to him
yesterday?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, all right. Look, my parents already hate me.
They favor my little sister and spoil her like she's the Queen of Sheba or
somethin', right? My old man already suspected I'm queer, but last night, I'm
pretty sure all his doubts were erased."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, what makes you think that?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd gone to my room about ten-thirty and I was horny,
like I always am, so I decided to rub one out. So, I pulled out this DVD I'd
made of some gay porn flicks I downloaded, popped it in the player, and
stretched out my bed. I was really getting' into it and was just about to ...,
well, you know, when the bastard barges in without knockin'. I've never seen
him so flustered or pissed off. But it's his own damn fault, right? I mean,
what sort of pervert just walks into a teenager's bedroom without knockin'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Did he see what you were watching?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"He couldn't miss it `cause my TV faces the door. He
probably saw <i>that</i> before he saw me, naked, hard and beatin' my meat.
When he could finally talk, he grunted somethin' `bout us talkin' about it
tonight, then he turned around and left. And this mornin', he wouldn't even
fuckin' look at me. The old lady was pretty frosty, too, so I know he told her
what he saw."</span></p>
<p><span>"So, you're thinking of carrying out your plan after
school this afternoon?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Why not? Sister's goin' to a friend's house after
school. Mom and dad won't be home from work, yet, so I'll have the house to
myself. I could get the gun, go to my room and eat some lead. Lights out,
man."</span></p>
<p><span>"So, who would find you? Your sister? Your mom? Dad?
Someone else? Do you really want their last image of you to be you, laid out
on your bed, half your head missing? Is that fair to them?" I saw Rich wince
and retreat a bit as I confronted him with the aftermath.</span></p>
<p><span>"Who gives a shit about fair?" Rich cried. "They all
hate me. They couldn't care less about me or who I am. Why the hell should <i>I</i>
be fuckin' miserable, just to make <i>them</i> happy?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You shouldn't, Rich. You should live your life so <i>you're</i>
happy. If they can't accept you for who you are, then maybe you need to
separate yourself from them. But, you're not really giving them a chance, are
you? I think you need to talk to your family, tell them the truth and see what
they do. At least give them the opportunity to do the right thing."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, yeah, that's a fuckin' peachy idea," he replied sarcastically.
"I can see it unfolding now, `Hey mom, dad, I'm a fag, deal with it'. Yeah,
that'll go over like a fart in a windstorm."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, there's other ways to approach the conversation
that are a bit more reasonable and less likely to provoke a negative response."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really?" Rich spat. "I bet every parent is just dying
to hear their son tell `em he wants to fuck dudes for the rest of his life.
How'd it go for you when you told your mom and dad? I bet your parents just
loved havin' a queer in the family, gave you hugs and kisses and said, `That's
okay, baby, we love you anyway'. Probably happened like some fuckin' Hallmark
movie, I bet."</span></p>
<p><span>"No, it didn't. In fact, it was my worst nightmare come
true. They were disgusted with me being gay and shortly after graduation, I moved
out and came to Springfield to start a new life. But, they finally got over it,
have accepted me, my fianc� and our five boys. So, while it may not be very
pretty in the beginning, it <i>can</i> turn out all right. But you <i>have </i>to
give them a chance."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, who's gonna back me up? This little shrimp?" he
asked waving his hand at T.J.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey!" T.J. screamed. "I ain't no damned shrimp! I'm
the kid who's tryin' to help you, remember? Don't be thinkin' you can bully me
just `cause I'm ten years younger than you. At least I'm not afraid to be who
I am. I know I'm gay, my whole family knows I'm gay and so does every person
who works in this school. And I'm damn proud of it. I got bigger balls than
you'll ever have."</span></p>
<p><span>Rich and I both chuckled at that and Rich replied,
"You're right, dude, I'm sorry. And I appreciate you talkin' to me and havin'
your dad come in, too. It actually feels good to get this shit off my chest.
So, what happens now?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, I think you should talk to your parents tonight,"
I answered. "And I'm willing to go with you to do so. T.J. is, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really? You'd both be there for me?" he asked in
surprise.</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure thing. The one thing I won't let you do is go home
by yourself after school," I answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"What're you gonna do to keep me from doin' that?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I think you should come to our house. Then, when your
parents get home from work, T.J. and I will take you home and you can have your
talk."</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn, man, you really do give a shit, don't ya'?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, we do." With that, Rich broke down and started
crying, hiding his face in his hands. I walked over to him and laid a hand on
his shoulder. "It's okay, Rich," I said as I tried to soothe his mind.</span></p>
<p><span>He stood and hugged me, and I returned his hug. He
whispered in my ear, "My old man won't even hug me, and here you are, a
complete stranger, doin' what he should be."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't worry about it. Look, are you done with your
classes today?"</span></p>
<p><span>He stepped back, wiped his face and eyes on his shirt
sleeve and answered, "Yeah, this a study hall time for me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Good, get your things and come with me." I turned to
T.J. and added, "T.J., let's give Rich one of the workshop DVDs so he can watch
it and maybe show it to his parents, also?" I waited while he crossed the room
and pulled a disc off the shelf then handed it to Rich. "Thanks, buddy. Why
don't you go on back to your class, now? Rich will be at our house when you
get home and you can go with us when it's time to take him home."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sounds good to me, Pops. Thanks." He jumped up into my
outstretched arms to give me a hug and kissed me on the lips.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, man," Rich groaned, "I wish I could find a dude
that'd let me do that."</span></p>
<p><span>"All in good time, young man. You've got the rest of
your life, remember. C'mon, let's get out of here."</span></p>
<p><span>The three of us left the small office and, while T.J.
turned right to return to his regular class, Rich and I turned left to head for
the office. When we entered the office, Rich took a seat while I stepped over
to Gloria's desk.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi, again. Rich tells me he's done with his classes
today and I'd like him to leave with me so he's not at home by himself this
afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, gee, I don't know Mr. Wright. We're not supposed to
let any student leave the school grounds with anyone other than their parents,
guardians or school staff. I'd have to clear that with Mr. Furman."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's fine with me. And I'll be happy to talk with him
as well, if he needs to."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, he's on a phone call at the moment. Why don't you
go ahead and have a seat? I'll buzz him the first chance I get."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you, Gloria." I sat next to Rich and waited
patiently for Steve to become available. </span></p>
<p><span>A few minutes later, Gloria picked up her phone and
buzzed Steve in the office behind her. When she hung up the phone she turned
to us and said, "Mr. Wright, he says he'd like to talk to you and Mr. Weaver.
You can go on in."</span></p>
<p><span>We both stood and as we passed her desk, I thanked her
for her help. Before I knocked on the door, I looked to Rich and asked, "You
sure you want to do this?" After a quick nod of acceptance, I rapped lightly
on the wood slab and cracked the door open.</span></p>
<p><span>"Come on in, Tom, and bring Mr. Weaver with you," Steve
said. We both entered the small room and took seats on the opposite side of
the desk from Steve. "So, what's this about, Tom?" Steve asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, T.J. talked to Rich yesterday afternoon as part of
the school's new support group. Then, T.J. also talked to me at home last
night about a serious concern he has with Rich. At T.J.'s request, I came over
to talk to Rich today and, after the conversation we just had, I don't feel
comfortable with Rich going home by himself this afternoon. I'd like for him
to come with me until his parents are home from work and then I'll take him
home and we'll talk to his parents, together."</span></p>
<p><span>Steve pondered the situation for a moment before turning
to Rich and asking, "Is that what you want to do, Mr. Weaver?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh, yes, sir, Mr. Furman," Rich mumbled. "If I go home,
I pretty sure I'm gonna do somethin' real stupid." I nodded my head in
agreement and Steve caught it.</span></p>
<p><span>"Very well. Tom, you're responsible for Mr. Weaver until
you can deliver him to his home later. Thank you for making yourself available
today." Steve turned his attention back to Rich and added, "Mr. Weaver, I'm
glad you're willing to accept the help you need. Whatever problems you're
dealing with will not leave this office, but know that we're here and willing
to help in any way we can."</span></p>
<p><span>"Thank you, Mr. Furman," Rich acknowledged glumly.</span></p>
<p><span>"We'll expect to see you in the morning, bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed. Take good care of him, Tom."</span></p>
<p><span>"We will, Steve, thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>Rich and I turned and headed on out of the school. As we
walked across the lot to the car, Rich said, "I really appreciate you offering
to help me, Mr. Wright. You don't know me from Adam, but you're still willing
to try. That really means a lot to me."</span></p>
<p><span>"We're happy to do it, Rich. Everybody needs help at
some point in their life." We'd reached the Shelby by that time and I punched
the button on the remote to unlock the doors.</span></p>
<p><span>As I opened the driver's door, Rich let out a low whistle
of appreciation and commented, "This is <i>your</i> car? This baby's HOT!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, hop in and let's get out of here." Rich climbed
in after me and quickly belted himself in. We didn't talk on the way home as
he stared out the window, deep in thought. His eyes perked up a bit when I
turned into our drive and he became fully animated as I made the turn towards
the house and pulled in the garage.</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn, Mr. Wright! This is a cool place. How the hell
could a cop afford a place like this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"A cop couldn't, Rich, but my fianc� could."</span></p>
<p><span>"Is that why you're marryin' the dude, `cause he's got a
buttload of cash, a cool house and a hot car?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Absolutely not. Max and I are getting married because
we love each other," I answered as we got out of the car.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, right," he snorted.</span></p>
<p><span>I pushed Rich up against the garage wall and put my nose
a half-inch from his. "Listen here, you ungrateful punk. I can be either your
best damn friend or your worst fuckin' enemy. I'd suggest you think twice
about your own situation before you go pissin' on somebody else's parade. You
understand me?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, sir, Mr. Wright," he cowered. "I was way outta
line and I'm sorry."</span></p>
<p><span>"Damn right, you were." I backed off a couple feet and
extended my hand, asking, "Friends, then?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Friends, Mr. Wright," Rich agreed as he nervously shook
my hand.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good choice, bud. Now, let's go inside." I lead the
way into the house and down the hallway into the living room where we found Max
and David chatting.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah, there you are, and I see you've brought company," I
greeted the two as I stood and gave Tom a kiss and a hug. "Who's your new
friend?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Max, meet Rich Weaver, Rich, my fianc�, Max Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"What!? The writer? Oh, man, I've always wanted to meet
you," Rich crooned as we shook hands. "Your books are awesome, Mr. Sanders. I
keep waiting for someone to turn them into movies."</span></p>
<p><span>"It's nice to meet you, too, Rich. I've had a few people
in Hollywood ask about doing just that, but I just don't think my books would
survive the transition from book to movie without losing some very important
parts of the story."</span></p>
<p><span>"Now, wait just a dang minute," Tom interrupted. "You've
actually read Max's books and know who he is? Not too many kids your age will
read a real book anymore."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, yeah. Mom had bought his first one years ago and I
found it layin' around one day when I was bored to death and started reading
it. That was, like, five years ago and after that, I had to read the others."</span></p>
<p><span>"Glad I was able to rescue you from your boredom," I
chuckled.</span></p>
<p><span>"But, back to the movie thing," Rich continued, "I bet
they'd be okay if each book was a two-part movie, like the last Harry Potter
book was."</span></p>
<p><span>"Hmm, there's an interesting thought," I mused. "I
hadn't considered that possibility. I guess the next time someone calls begging
for film rights, I'll have to make that request and see what happens."</span></p>
<p><span>"Rich, the other gentleman here is Judge David Corgan,"
Tom said. "He's in charge of the juvenile court for Sangamon county."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice to meet you, Rich," David said as they shook hands.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice to meet you, too, sir," Rich replied.</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, Rich, the first thing you need to do is let your
mom and dad know you're not at home and won't be until they are. You can call
or text them, whichever you prefer. Next, if you have any homework, you should
get started on it because once we take you home, you'll probably be too busy
and won't have a chance to work on it. You can use my office just down the
hall, first door on your right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Gotcha', Mr. Wright. Thanks. Again, great to meet you,
Mr. Sanders. My mom's gonna flip when I tell her." With that, Rich turned and
disappeared while Tom finally settled into his chair.</span></p>
<p><span>"You're not taking in another kid, are you, Tom?" David
asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"No, sir. At least, I hope not. Just extending a
helping hand to a kid in need. Rich is in a precarious position at the moment
and I didn't want him going home alone today. Too much of a chance of bad
things happening."</span></p>
<p><span>"How precarious?" I asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"He's on the ragged edge, babe. Last night, his dad
caught him watching something he shouldn't have and told him they'd talk about
it tonight. Rich was ready to go home after school and end it all with his
dad's gun."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, Jesus. I'm glad you brought him home with you, then.
Are you taking him home, or am I?"</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J. and I will do that. Rich wants some support with
him when he tells his parents he's gay."</span></p>
<p><span>"You sure you want T.J. involved in that," David asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I do," Tom replied. "Rich talked to T.J. first,
and they trust each other. I think he trusts me, at least a little bit, since
he came home with me, but still, T.J.'s the one. If it gets too hairy, I'll
send T.J. out to the car to wait."</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh, Mr. Wright," Rich interrupted as he stuck his head
around the corner from the hallway, "I hate to intrude, but my mom wants to
talk to you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Right behind you, Rich. I'll be right back, guys," Tom
added before following in Rich's footsteps.</span></p>
<p><span>I followed Rich into my office and picked up the phone.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hello?" I greeted.</span></p>
<p><span>"This is Rich's mom, Eileen. Would you mind tellin' me
why the hell my son is at your house and not in school?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll be happy to have that discussion with you and your
husband when I bring Rich home later."</span></p>
<p><span>"No! I want to know what the fuck is going on, right now."</span></p>
<p><span>"Mrs. Weaver, please calm down. Rich is fine, and I
intend to see he stays that way. We'll talk about it at your home tonight."</span></p>
<p><span>"What's the stupid little shit done now? Are you the
police?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I used to be, but not any longer. Your son hasn't done
anything wrong and he's not in trouble. Now, what time will you and your
husband be home?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I usually get home about five-thirty and Stan about five-forty-five."</span></p>
<p><span>"So, if I bring Rich home at six, you both should be
there, and we can talk?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It doesn't sound like we have much choice, do we?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh, not at this moment, no. We'll see you at six,
then." I hung up the phone, turned to Rich and asked, "Are you certain you're
ready for this?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I can't take this hidin' who I am shit no more,
Mr. Wright. It's literally killin' me."</span></p>
<p><span>"That's the right attitude, Rich. Remember, it's <i>your</i>
life, not theirs. Do you still need to call your dad?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah, I tried to call him first, but he was in a meeting
of some kind, so I left him a message. I told Janet it was important he sees
it as soon as he's done with his meeting and she promised to put it in his
hand."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, sounds like you're done with the phone. Wait,
what about your sister, do you need to call her?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope, she was gonna be at the friend's house until eight
or eight-thirty."</span></p>
<p><span>"Okay, then. Homework?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I got some chemistry and trig to deal with."</span></p>
<p><span>"Then you better get busy, then. Time's runnin' out."</span></p>
<p><span>"Please, man, don't remind me," Rich grinned. "I wish my
old man treated me like you do instead of just ignoring me like he usually
does."</span></p>
<p><span>"Don't know if I can help you with that, but we'll see.
Hit the books, buddy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, all right."</span></p>
<p><span>I left Rich to his homework and returned to the living
room to rejoin Max and David.</span></p>
<p><span>"What's the scoop," I asked when Tom had come back.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh man, this is <i>not</i> gonna be a fun evening," he
bemoaned. "His mom sounds like a real battleax."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, c'mon on Tom. I'm sure you can handle her. I'm
more worried about the father. Especially since there's a gun in the house."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'll go armed, babe, so don't worry about that. I'm
really thinkin' about leaving T.J. home though. If Rich's parents are as volatile
in person as they are on the phone, he really doesn't need to be there."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'd prefer he stayed here, but then, I also hate to see
you go in there alone. Do you think Derek would be willing to come out and act
as backup?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't know. He told me this morning that he's pretty
busy at work getting ready to take over when Dylan leaves."</span></p>
<p><span>"What about me?" David asked. "I could go with you. I won't
carry a gun, but I can be a legal force, if needed."</span></p>
<p><span>"I couldn't ask you to do that, David," Tom responded.
"But the more I think about T.J., the more I think he'd be the best backup for
me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why?" I asked nervously.</span></p>
<p><span>"With his ability to read minds, he could clue me into
something I might otherwise miss."</span></p>
<p><span>"That sounds awfully risky, Tom," David commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"it would be unless I leave him in the car and he can
work his magic from there. He could have your phone and I could wear an earbud
connected to mine, so he could feed me info from outside. What do you think
about that idea?"</span></p>
<p><span>"I guess we'll have to talk to him when he gets home and
see if he thinks he can do it from that distance," I replied, still worried
about T.J. being that close to what could be a violent situation.</span></p>
<p><span>"So, when do the boys get home from school?" David asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"They're usually here by a quarter to four," Tom
answered.</span></p>
<p><span>We spent the next half-hour chatting idly when the front
door opened and the mini herd rumbled into the house. I was glad the boys had
decided on their own that it was warm enough to walk to the house. The
exercise would be good for them and, as long as the weather stayed nice, Tom
and I shouldn't have to pick them up every afternoon.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey, Alex, the judge from court's here," Joey
exclaimed. "Hi, Judge Corgan. What're you doing here?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hi, young man, it's good to see you two again. I came
out to see the family cemetery on your dad's property."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really? Why?" Alex asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, it turns out that the people buried out there are part
of my family."</span></p>
<p><span>"Cool!" Joey crowed.</span></p>
<p><span>"How are you boys doing? And please tell me which is
which, again."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm Alex, he's Joey," he offered with a chuckle. "Just
remember, I'm in the blue shirt and Joey's red."</span></p>
<p><span>"Today, anyway," Joey added with his own chuckle of
amusement.</span></p>
<p><span>"Hey! Was that an earthquake I just felt?" Rich asked as
he joined us.</span></p>
<p><span>"Nope," I laughed. "Just the boys coming home." </span></p>
<p><span>T.J. scooted closer to Rich and quietly asked, "You okay,
dude?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, T.J., I'm fine. Thanks."</span></p>
<p><span>"T.J., Mike, Andy, come over here and meet Judge Corgan,"
Tom called out. "Yes, you, too, Logan. Sorry, bud." The four boys lined up
in front of David and Tom went through introducing each one to him, pausing as
each shook David's hand and gave him a meek greeting.</span></p>
<p><span>"It's nice to meet all of you. However, as I recall, Max
and Tom are only adopting five of you. I believe Logan is a new addition."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, I'm just staying here while my dad gets his brain
straightened out."</span></p>
<p><span>My brain must have slipped a gear earlier today as I
suddenly remembered Charlie was going to be here in about forty minutes to see
Logan. I looked to Tom quickly and mouthed, "He'll be here soon," and received
a quick nod in acknowledgement.</span></p>
<p><span>"Ah, you must be Charlie Campbell's boy."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yep, that's me."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, I hope your dad does well with his counseling and
you can be back home with him soon."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, me too. Wait, are you the judge he had to see the
other day?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, I am. From what I saw in my courtroom, your dad's
a good man who's had a very rough couple of years. And, you have, also. I
want you to know how sorry I am about the loss of your mother. It's never easy
to lose a loved one, especially at your age."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, it really sucks," Logan agreed.</span></p>
<p><span>"Logan, that's no way to talk to a judge, you know better
than that," I chastised the young lad.</span></p>
<p><span>"No worries, Max," David replied. "He's absolutely
right, it does suck," he added with a grin to Logan. All the boys giggled at
David's using the word.</span></p>
<p><span>"I can't wait to see him," Logan said. "I know he's home
now, but he ain't called me yet."</span></p>
<p><span>"I'm sure he will, young man, just be patient. He's had
some catching up to do at home first, I'm sure."</span></p>
<p><span>"Boys," Tom interjected, "homework and snacks. Now,
please." The herd headed to their bedrooms first and soon returned carrying
the things they needed on their way to the kitchen. When Tom and I finally
joined them to get a snack set up, the four older boys had their books already open
and were busily taking care of business while the two youngest were playing a
quiet game of hangman. </span></p>
<p><span>Rich stuck his head around the corner and asked, "Um,
could I get something to drink?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure thing, Rich," Tom answered. "The fridge is right
there, help yourself."</span></p>
<p><span>"Who're you?" Andy asked, looking to Rich as he dug through
the fridge and retrieved a Pepsi.</span></p>
<p><span>"My name's Rich."</span></p>
<p><span>"Why're you here? Are you moving in, too?" Mike asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"No, I'm not moving in," he laughed. "Your dad and T.J.
are gonna help me deal with something in a little bit," Rich answered.</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, you must be the kid who's afraid to tell his mom and
dad he's gay," Alex commented.</span></p>
<p><span>"Does everyone here know my business? Geez, T.J., can't
you keep a secret, dude?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Uh, not from Joey and Alex, I can't. Sorry, man."</span></p>
<p><span>"What, do they torture you for information?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Nah, nothing like that," T.J. laughed. "They can read
minds, too."</span></p>
<p><span>"Oh, man, this is just too weird. I'm going back to the
living room."</span></p>
<p><span>Tom and I followed suit shortly after, joining David and
Rich and picking up the thread of their ongoing conversation.</span></p>
<p><span>"So, what do you have planned for your future, Rich?" David
asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"I don't. I didn't think I had much of a future, so I
haven't really thought about it."</span></p>
<p><span>"Well, it's never too late to start," David retorted.</span></p>
<p><span>"Have you ever done any acting or even considered it?" I
asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"When I was the age your boys are, I used to think it'd
be cool to be famous and all, but no, I've never actually done any acting."</span></p>
<p><span>"Actually, Rich, you have," Tom countered. "You've been
playing the role of a straight kid for years. And it must have been pretty
convincing to fool your parents for that long."</span></p>
<p><span>"That wasn't acting, Mr. Wright, that was freakin'
survival. Big difference."</span></p>
<p><span>"Still, you were being somebody you really aren't.
That's what actors do for their survival."</span></p>
<p><span>"I suppose. But why did you ask, Mr. Sanders."</span></p>
<p><span>"You reminded me of my concern about turning my books
into movies and seem to have found the solution to that. My biggest problem
with allowing that to happen was always trying to reduce a book to two hours of
screen time. I didn't think it could be done and still be satisfactory, so
I've always turned down the offers I've received. The other big problem I also
had was who would be selected to play the main character. None of the actors
I've seen in movies recently really fit my image of `Jake'."</span></p>
<p><span>"And what'd I say to make you rethink it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"First, you suggested splitting each book into two movies.
That doesn't happen often, but when it does, they're both usually pretty successful
and profitable. Second, I just decided on the perfect person to take on the
role of `Jake Franklin'."</span></p>
<p><span>"Really!? Who?" David enthused. "Daniel Radcliffe, Josh
Hutcherson, Asa Butterfield?"</span></p>
<p><span>"None of the above, buddy. I was actually thinking of <i>you</i>,"
I smiled.</span></p>
<p><span>"WHAT!? Have you freakin' lost your mind?" Rich squeaked
in excitement. "I can't do no dang movies, I got no experience."</span></p>
<p><span>"Think back to the first book, Rich. Jake was a young
novice in his early twenties, more or less bumbling his way through things on
his first assignment. But he learned some of the finer points of his new
profession in the process. Who better to portray that innocence and na�vet� than
someone who's never done it before. You've got the look I'd imagined when I
created the character, the right build, the exuberance to do right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Yeah, right. I can't even tell my parents I'm gay, how
do you think I could pull off playing Jake?"</span></p>
<p><span>"All in good time, young man. I have faith in you to do
it and do it the way it needs to be done."</span></p>
<p><span>"But I'm still in school! How the hell can I be in a
movie?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Kids do it all the time, Rich. It's called tutors.
Besides, by the time the first book could be turned into a screenplay and be
ready to shoot, you'd be out of high school, so that problem solves itself. The
only thing you need is a little bit of experience acting and learning how to
listen to a director to convert what he's telling you to do into the correct
actions. So, what do you think? You interested, providing I can find someone
to work with who's willing to make these movies on my terms?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Hell, yeah!" Rich crowed with glee.</span></p>
<p><span>"Good, I'll talk to some of the people who've expressed
interest in making the movies and see what I can come up with." DING!</span></p>
<p><span>I leaned over and whispered to Tom, "I bet that's
Charlie. You want to meet him at the door and then take him into your office?
I want you to lay down some ground rules before he sees Logan." Since you can't
see directly into the kitchen from the front door, I was fairly confident the
two wouldn't see each other until we were ready for it.</span></p>
<p><span>"You got it, babe," Tom replied before heading to the
front door.</span></p>
<p><span>"What was that ding," Rich asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"There's a sensor at the end of the driveway to let us
know when someone's headed our way," I answered for the second time today,
having already explained it to David when Tom came home with Rich in tow.</span></p>
<p><span>"Rich, would you do me a favor and go stand at the end of
the counter by Alex and try to keep the boys' attention focused in the kitchen
for a few minutes? Please and thank you."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure thing, Mr. Sanders." He was off like a flash to do
as I requested, hopefully keeping the boys occupied in something other than who
was at the front door.</span></p>
<p><span>When Tom opened the door, there stood Charlie, looking
more lost than any man I'd ever seen. Tom put a finger to his lips asking Charlie
to be quiet as they came into the living room. David and Charlie shared a perfunctory
handshake, as did I, before they continued on down the hall to Tom's office.
DING!</span></p>
<p><span>Confused as to who else could be coming in, I excused
myself from David and headed for the front door. When I saw my computer guy's
van make the turn towards the front door, my brain kicked back into gear. I
waited patiently as Bill parked in the circle drive and made his way to the
front door. Upon opening the door, I greeted him with, "Hey, Bill, good to see
you again. I'd forgotten you were coming out this afternoon."</span></p>
<p><span>"You want me come back another day?" he asked.</span></p>
<p><span>"God, no, it was just a brain cramp. I'm all good now.
You might want to go ahead and bring everything in. Tom's having a quick chat
with someone in his office, but it shouldn't take too long."</span></p>
<p><span>"Sure thing, Max. I'll be right back." Bill returned to
his van and loaded up his cart with Tom's new equipment. Once it was all secured,
he made his way up the ramp I'd added to one end of the porch so a
wheelchair-bound friend could get into the house easily. After stepping
inside, pulling the cart behind him, he parked it by the coat closet and we
strolled across the living room to wait for Tom and Charlie to vacate the
office.</span></p>
<p><span>"Bill, this is juvenile court judge David Corgan, David,
my computer guy, Bill." The two shook hands and we all sat. "So, Bill, how
ya' been?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Busy, Max. The latest Microsoft Windows update has me
upgrading people's systems left and right."</span></p>
<p><span>"Nice of Bill Gates to help keep you going."</span></p>
<p><span>"It really is. This latest version requires 128 gigs of
RAM and three terabytes of hard drive space. And that's just for Windows. You
want any more on the system, you need to at least double both. How's your
system running these days? Still hanging in there?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Running like a scalded ape, Bill. I'm glad I was ready
for this latest update from Microsoft. Thanks for taking care of me <i>before</i>
it was released."</span></p>
<p><span>"No problems. You know I'll always take care of you."</span></p>
<p><span>"I sure do, that's what keeps me coming back to you."
Tom and Charlie returned from the office and Charlie slumped on the couch with
his back turned towards the kitchen. "Tom, this is Bill and he's here to set
up your computer. Why don't you show him where your office is?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Great! I wanna see what he's got for me. C'mon, Bill,
right this way." Bill jumped off his temporary perch, corralled his cart and
followed Tom down the hall.</span></p>
<p><span>"I didn't know you were gonna be here, too, Judge
Corgan," Charlie commented. "I know my visits with Logan are supposed to be
supervised, but I think your presence is a bit of overkill, don't you?"</span></p>
<p><span>"It's nice to see you, too, Mr. Campbell. And I'm not
here to supervise anything, I'm just a guest this afternoon. I'll be happy to
leave if that would make you feel more comfortable."</span></p>
<p><span>"No, I'm sorry, sir. I'm fine, just a little on edge.
Tom explained the rules of my visit to me. I'm not real happy with `em, but
I'll deal with it. Really, it's nice to see you. I truly appreciate the
chance you're giving me to correct my attitude and behavior. Another judge probably
would have locked me up and thrown away the key."</span></p>
<p><span>"Had you been in criminal court instead of family court,
that most certainly would have been the outcome. Fortunately for you, Sergeant
Brock believes in you and I based my decision on his recommendation. I'm just
hoping you don't make us both look like fools."</span></p>
<p><span>"I promise you, sir, I won't. So, when can I see my
son?"</span></p>
<p><span>"Just as soon and Tom returns," I replied. Thirty
seconds later, Tom came back in and took his chair next to mine. "Okay, I
guess we're ready. Charlie, why don't you slip down just a bit more so Logan
won't see you until he passes the couch?" Charlie followed my request and when
he was low enough, I yelled, "Logan, front and center, young man!" The
youngster zipped around the corner of the dining room and seemingly broke the
sound barrier as he flew right past his dad before braking to a sudden halt in
front of Tom and me. I could also see six heads, stacked up like a totem pole,
peering around the corner to see what was going on.</span></p>
<p><span>"Yes, sir, what's up?"</span></p>
<p><span>"We have a little surprise for you today. Would you like
to see it?"</span></p>
<p><span>"You bet, Max, I love surprises," he replied gleefully,
rubbing his hands together in anticipation.</span></p>
<p><span>"Then turn around, silly boy."</span></p>
<p><span>Logan slowly turned around to find his surprise and, at
first, spotted only the aforementioned totem pole. When his gaze finally landed
on Charlie, he screamed, "DAD!!!", and he ran back across the living room, jumped
into his father's lap and smothered him with hugs and kisses.</span></p>
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