Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2010 18:57:42 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: The Beneficial 16

The Beneficial
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


16:  Getting Reorganized

"Damn Tom that is the best news I could have imagined."

"Are you sure you want to commit that much money, I mean two townhouses is
one hell of an investment, Garth."

"Sure it is but with the older boys paying rent to Edith for her place the
two of us can cary the other two.  Has Edith worked out all the economics?
What does she say?"

"She thinks it is a good investment since the old couple now living next to
us will hold the paper, using the payments to supplement their retirement
income, it puts all of us in a good tax position."

"Have Fred organize a business agreement that protects Richard and Eddy if
anything happens to any of us.  Hell, you knew I would be in no matter
what."

"Well lover I have been sleeping with her kind of steady since August."

"Ya, but I know it is me your heart yearns for, besides our bed has always
been big enough for three, sometimes even four."

"That's what I thought but you know I had to ask."

"I understand Tom, that's why we have always been in love and always will
be.  We understand each other completely and neither of us has ever taken
the other for granted, even when we were boys.  Look man I will be home for
good in just a few months, before Christmas, I promise.  Just hang in
there.  By the way, how is Lloyd working out as a researcher?"

"He is doing fine but it is hard to keep him focused.  Far to many
distractions for a freshman, you remember."

"True enough but what I remember most is not being old enough to take part
in most of them.  I think he will settle down a bit now that Richard and
Peter are sharing with him."

"Are our boys home?"

"Sorry pal they are at Rita's, Lloyd is at the University Library and Edith
has a night class on the St. Paul campus.  Its just little old me all
alone."

"Lean on our sons to e-mail me will you, sometimes they forget daddy Garth.
Hay why don't you float some European based stories with your editors.  I
can get you a place to stay in London, and a family ticket.  I think you
and I need a little time alone together don't you."

"That's not a bad idea.  Northern Europe in the fall, well early winter
is...a good chance for us to bar and door and fuck for days.  I take it,
the London connection is that British flight attendant you are sleeping
with, the one Richard was describing, hot as hell but you would not share
with him?  The only hitch is I have three classes to teach so not possible
until the spring.  Then we can take off just the two of us."

"Did he tell you that.  I share, you know that, she thought he was to
young, what should I have said, he sleeps with Eddy's mother and keeps our
butts well oiled....  Yes, I have a great idea, just you get yourself
qualified on a Beaver with floats and leave the rest to me."

"Only in your wildest imagination would our sons willingly let us fly off
into the Canadian wilderness, for adventure in a float equipped Beaver,
without them.  I think you have been away to long, or are you smoking that
"legal in the Netherlands" stuff?  Maybe we could hijack Peter's Gold Wing,
it only holds two and could out run the mini van.  I will get qualified,
how about Richard?"

...........................

"Professor Anderson, Richard missed a lot of classes last year, including
the last month of school.  Being his final year, I think it not wise, his
grade 12 marks are very important for university admission."

"Absolutely, principal Carcroft and that is why I called you.  Even though
he missed so much in grade 11 and did so many extra activities like
football, class play, photo club, he still managed a 92% average.  I am not
at all concerned about his academic ability.  I am concerned that he finds
things just a bit to easy and will slack off like many grade 12's do.  I
have an idea however."

"I'm willing to listen to any idea that keeps the grade 12's focused."

"I can't speak for other students, since I don't know them like I do
Richard but in his case and I suspect others, this might work.  What most
of the students don't realize is how, what they are learning, applies to
their every day lives.  So why not force them or more appropriately
encourage them, through assignments, to find, illustrate and explain some
small part of this or that course.

For example, Richard will be accompanying me and his brother to the Duluth
campus for my presentation on the using the Multiple Working Hypothesis in
earth science.  Give him leave from class but require him to make a
presentation to his physics class on the applications of my lecture to that
subject.  If he uses a video camera for part of it he can utilize that in
another assignment in his Communication/English class as so on."

"Yes, I see how that might work for Richard."

"It will work for others too.  Another example, after we leave Duluth we
will head for Thunder Bay, so he and I can become qualified on the Beaver
Aircraft.  Richard is a licensed pilot already.  He could explain to his
math class how the calculus they are learning is applied to the design of
an airfoil or in navigation.  Other students have hobbies or interests, it
is a matter of lateral not linear thinking and giving them the freedom to
experiment, use multi media and also gain some public speaking experience."

"That is a wonderful idea Dr. Anderson but it would take more time than any
of my staff have to organize it, I am afraid."

"No, not if you require the students to do the organizing for you.  If each
student or small group of students are forced to present his or her
detailed idea and organizational plan proposal to their peers, for review
and comments on content relevance and applicability; all the instructors
need to do is chair the meetings and make final approval comments.

Once the students have committed to their own plan, in front of their
classmates, they will work like hell to complete them.  All the staff has
to do, and I am not suggesting it is trivial either, is work those ideas
into their lesson plans.  It is early enough in the year to still implement
and you can use Richard as your first, let him become a test.  If the
Students think they are having a real influence on what and how they are
learning, you have them hooked.  Let them think this is bottom up instead
of top down, from students, for students."

"That is brilliant Dr. Anderson.  I think you have something that just
might work, at least in the A level classes.  If anyone can pull it off it
is Richard.  He is a rare one, popular, respected and academically very
strong.  Can you come to our factuality meeting next week?  It is at 4 pm
on Wednesday."

"I can and will make sure Richard has his plan in outline form at least, if
you don't mind, I think he should be invited in to present it, when and if
we reach that point in the discussion.  I will prepare a little concept
paper for your discussion..."

"Tom you are doing it to yourself again, getting into a area you are not
completely prepared for," he thought.

"That's not fair dad.  You committed me without asking and not only that
but I will be seen as a total sell out.  I won't do it!"

"Yes you will and you will do it because it is the right thing to do."

"And just how are you so sure it is the right thing and that you can make
me do it."

"Richard, you know I can not make you do anything you are truly opposed to.
Nor would I want to make you do something just because I had one of my
brain storms.  Garth and I don't work that way, you know it.  Now just
settle down, lets have a cup of tea and talk this over like adults.  I am
not challenging your manhood or independence.  I am not trying to take over
from your mother but I am being dad, that I must admit."

"Mom will go along with what ever you say anyway, both of them and so will
my father.  I'm alone on this one but I can stand up to you."

"Son, I never though you couldn't.  If I didn't have confidence in you I
would not be wasting my time with his conversation.  As to Edith, Rita and
Garth, if they were to "go along" it would be because they were in
agreement with my proposal and for no other reason.  In your 18 years of
observations have you ever seen any of them just aqueous to me because of
who I am?  Well, except in bed."

"No, they aqueous because you are usually right.  I know you feel that
since dad is not here you have a duty but I want to be my own man."

"I know you do and that is why we need to talk.  You can be your own man
and if I have anything to say about it, you sure as hell will be.  I guess
I do feel a duty toward you being Garth's son.  I also have a duty toward
you being Eddy's BB, being my cousin and fellow clan member, my friend and
part of my family and well just one hell of a talented fellow, good between
the sheets too.  We have a duty toward each other that stems from all the
sex we share.  Don't forget that.  Let me pore."

"Thanks, I don't know what came over me.  I just flew off the handle
without thinking.  It is just that I never seem to come up with neat ideas
and I want to."

"Give it time son, give it time.  You come up with lots of good ideas on
your own all the time.  I have not thought this thing completely through
yet either.  I think you will see there is more then enough room in this
for Richard's creative touch...."

"Okay, I get the concept and I understand your reasoning.  For me it will
be a snap but not for many of my classmates.  None of them get to go and
hear you speak or get checked out on a Beaver."

It suddenly hit Richard just what the size of the prize was.

"Some of them will find this hard.  They will think I am sticking it to
them."

Oh yes, that teenage need to part of the heard, of group belonging.

"What if we make it voluntary, for extra credit or something like that?"

"I see no reason not to suggest that to the faculty.  If this is to be some
kind of pilot, perhaps this year it should be on a voluntary basis.  If
enough of them volunteer, than the pressure will be on to make it required
in the future.  The principal should buy into that."

"I don't even know where to start."

"I don't think it makes any difference, why not start in the middle and
work both ways."

"Start in the middle?"

"Well start any place you want.  You know that you want to create
something.  It will have a conclusion, a context, a body, some kind of
introduction or opening.  Your creation must have a reason for being and
objective or objectives, some criteria for judging effectiveness or success
and be based on some philosophical principal or another.  Just start and
work both ways."

"I think I get it.  Can we talk about the philosophy just a bit more?"

"Sure thing, before or after we visit the playroom?  All this thinking
stimulates my desire for sex."

"After, I want my full attention on both the thought and the action."

..........................

On the trip north Tom started out in the drivers seat.  It was an early
morning departure designed to beat the city's morning rush.  Eddy and
Richard settled in the back huddled together trying to catch a little more
sleep.  The 300 M rolled smoothly along the dark highway.

Mist began to rise from the creeks and ponds in the pre dawn stillness,
silhouetted against the darkling sky.  The rising sun eliminated these
swirls and the patches of color beginning to form in the forest.

Tom became aware of the boys stirring and a quick glance revealed Richard's
hands slowly traveling over Eddy's smooth partly clad body.  His tight
white briefs displaying his now stiff boys sized penis.  A few minutes
later he glanced again to see Eddy's naked body and broad grin as he
bounced up and down on his BB's erection.  Eddy had his back to Richard
with one hand on the seat back and the other on his boy sized penis.
Richard's face was not visible but his tan hands were busy playing with the
boy's chest neck and smooth thin legs.

Tom's cock was rock hard and ready as he tried to focus on his driving
duties attempting to be cool; his right hand on the steering wheel and his
left folding his manhood that pressed tightly against his slacks.  His turn
would come.

.......................

"This is awesome, just awesome, and look it was built in 1948, unit number
12.  Wow that's older then you dad."  The builders plate is on the dash: de
Havllan Canada DHC-2 # 12, 1948. (In fact #12 is flying out of Fort Chipwan
and Fort McMurrey in northeastern Alberta.)

"Eddy, it's older then you and me put together, 54 years.  Give us the
facts Richard."

Richard recited the facts.

First Flight: 1947

Manufacturer: de Havillan Canada

Wing Span: 48 ft (14.6 m)

Length: 30 ft 4 in (9.2 m)

Height: 9 ft (2.7 m)

Weight, Empty: 2,850 lb (1,293 kg)

Weight, Gross: 5,100 lb (2,313 kg)

Cruising Speed: 130 mph (209 km/h)

Maximum Speed: 160 mph (258 km/h)

Rate of Climb: 1,020 ft (311 m)/min

Service Ceiling: 18,000 ft (5,490 m)

Range: 470 mi (756 km)

Power Plant: one Pratt & Whitney R-985 AN-14B Wasp Jr., 450 hp, radial
engine

Utility: Can be equipped with wheels, floats or skis.  Is the most popular
bush plane ever built.  Of the 1692 manufactured about 1100 are still in
operation around the world.  Number one is in a museum.  (Want to know
more, Google de Havillan Beaver)

"Are you sure it is safe being so old and all?"

"Yes Eddy it is safe, do you think dad would let us fly in it if it were
not.  Do you think I would let you ride along if I didn't think it was
safe.  Remember the Stearman, it was a lot older, over 20 years older and
it was fun.  Get in the back and put on the head set.  It has a voice
activated mike so we can talk and remember keep the head set on this thing
make one hell of a noise."

The instructor had Tom and Richard do a number of touch and goes as well as
take offs and landings.  He showed them how to scout a lake to make sure
the water was deep enough, no rocks to hole the floats and how to judge
wind directions and water roughness.  They stopped on a long narrow lake
for lunch and the pilot let Eddy do some fishing.  He didn't catch anything
but the weather was wonderful, a warm fall day and sitting on the pontoon
in the warm sun was rewarding enough.  Over the sandwiches he told lots of
bush stories about getting in and out of tight places and being weathered
in at remote places.

The Beaver is a pioneering icon: it was the first all-metal,
Canadian-designed bush plane.  And while it was produced according to
specifications set out by the Ontario Provincial Air Service, its superior
design quickly became internationally acclaimed and 'in demand'.  On take
off, the plus 400 horsepower Prat and Whitney and long prop creates a
mighty racket.  When at low rev. or taxing the big radial sings as sweetly
as a well tuned 1950's Harley-Davidson.

The plane's high lift wing and flap configuration was the main reason
behind the Beaver's success.  Its short takeoff and landing (STOL)
capabilities, even with heavy loads, made it appealing to pilots who needed
to bring it to small remote airfields or lakes.  It can cary several drums
of fuel, mining and camping equipment and a canoe strapped to the pontoon.
Richard would be able to relate a lot of math to this experience.

For Tom, floating over the boreal forest and lakes and dropping in on a
water landing, was almost as exhilarating as Eddy's kisses.  Eddy has grown
fast and his body is long, lean, smooth.  His body is curved and yet
muscular.  He is all boy, active, interested, engaged and hands on curious.
He is, boy at the center.  ......................

"But we just got to talk to Dr. Anderson."

"Jose, he is in a meeting at the University, Richard, Eddy and Conrad are
there too.  Edith and I are the only ones home.  Why can't we help you?"

"But Dr. Anderson will know what to do."

"I think we can handle just about any situation you can come up with, just
like he would.  Please tell me what this is all about."

"We found a boy about 12 who had been badly beaten up."

"Why not call 911?"

"The boy won't let us, he is too afraid, we got to help him but we don't
know what to do.  Dr. Anderson will know, he helped us."

"Okay, I have my advanced first aid certificate, tell me where you are and
I will come.  What is the boy afraid of?"

"He is afraid his father will find him and beat him again."

"Okay, you stay with him and make sure that does not happen.  Now where are
you?"

"We are in Minmehaha Park, just a bit east of the LRT along the bike path.
Michele and I were riding out bikes.  He is in the bushes just off the
trail."

"I will park in the lot by the 46th Street LRT station and follow the bike
path.  My cell number is 819-6666 and yours is?"

Lloyd gathered Edith and taking a blanket drove the short distance to the
LRT station.  They walked along the bike path until they spotted Jose.
Jose was very agitated and lead them into the bushes a short distance.
Michele was sitting by a dark haired boy, in a green jacket and blue jeans,
with a lot of bruises on his face and some dried blood.

Edith was beside herself when she saw how pathetic the thin, frail lad
looked.  She knelt down and began stroking his face and talking to him.
His name is Abdula.  The light was fading as it was almost 7 pm.  Lloyd
examined him and determined that he had a badly sprained ankle, which was
much swollen.  Abdula was very frightened and was not much interested in
talking to these strangers.  Michele told them that just before Jose called
an arab looking man also wearing a green jacket ask them if they had seen a
boy named Abdula.  Jose had told him they did not know Abdula but a boy in
a green jacket like his was heading into the LRT station when they were
coming into the park.  Abdula volunteered that was his father.

"Is he the one who beat you Abdula," Edith asked?

"Yes, and if he catches me he will do it again because I am a coward and
ran away."

"You are not a coward Abdula, you are very brave and running away from some
one who is hurting you is not cowardly, it is smart."

"Are you the doctor Jose was talking about?"

"No, I am Lloyd, and this is Ms. Strong.  I work for Dr. Anderson."

"I think we should take you to some place that is safe where we can
evaluate your injuries and get you cleaned up."

Lloyd knelt down and scooped up the mostly limp boy in his long massive
arms.  Edith and Jose held the branches back and he stepped on the trail.
The little team walked back to the parking lot.

"What if father comes back and sees us?"

"He can do nothing, it would be a good thing if he did."

Abdula looked horrified.  This kid was terrified of the old man, Edith
figured this must not be the first time he beat the kid.

"It will be a lot easier for the cops to find him."

"But if he is arrested because of me I bring same on my family and he can
kill me for that."

"No Abdula, not in this country, in America he brings same on the family by
abusing a child.  If he kills anyone for any reason he will find himself in
jail for a long, long time."

"No he told me we our customs and the Sheria law applies here too."

"Well he told you wrong.  Sheria law has no standing in the United States."

"We told him, Dr. Anderson would protect him, he will won't he," Michele
blurted out?

"I'm sure he will but so will we, all of us, right boys."

"And me to," Edith piped in.

As they approached the Jeep, Edith moved ahead opening the back door.  Just
as Lloyd was buckling Abdula in the seat a man came running toward them.
Edith flanked by Jose and Michele blocked his progress.

"That is my son, you can't take him."

"That is the boy you beat up, kinship must not mean much to you," Edith
stated in a tone of voice that surprised the Mendes boys and herself.

"Get out of my way you stupid woman."

Abdula's father pushed Edith or tried to, she let him have a swift slap to
the face as Lloyd unfolded himself to tower over everyone.  The father was
not all that large a man.

"I eat child molesters for lunch and I'm damn hungry," Lloyd boomed in his
deep baritone voice.  His right hand flashed forward contacting the man in
the upper chest and sending the man flying back against the car parked
across the isle way.  Jose and Michele were on him in a flash.

"Don't hurt him Lloyd, he is not worth it.  Lets just call the cops."

With that the father broke free from the boys and ran away.

The terror in Abdula's eyes said it all, he was more then afraid of his
father.

"See I told you, once in our protection you would be all right," Jose told
Abdula.

"You boys did good," Edith told Jose and Michele, "Will you be all right
riding your bikes home?"

"Yes, we will be okay."

"Good, come over to our townhouse after you check in with your parents or
are you still living with Jack?"

"No we are home now, I'll call our mother," Michele interjected and he
pulled out his cell phone.

"You don't ever have to worry about him or anyone else hurting you again.
Next time, if there is a next time, I will rearrange his body so even your
grandmother won't recognize the bastard.  Does he hit your mother too?"

"Yes, but she will never say anything she is afraid of him and of the
Iranian community."

"I think we had better file a police report right away Lloyd, I am sure I
humiliated the man, being only a 'stupid woman', he may take it out on
Abdula's mother."

"I guess you are right.  You call Tom and ask him to meet us at the
district cop shop."  Lloyd slowed the van down so the Mendes brothers could
catch up.

Lloyd carried the boy into the community police station and they took the
statements as well as Edith's.  She did not want to press charges herself
but expressed her concern about Abdula's mother, wanting them to put the
fear of the law into that man.  Tom, Fred and Derek all showed up and
convinced the cops to let them collect the necessary evidence.

"I suppose you want this to come before Judge Pauline," the desk sergeant
asked Tom.

Edith answered.  "I sure as hell do.  The malevolence he held toward me as
a women signals that a female judge is just what the bastard deserves."

The sergeant and uniforms were all smiling at her comments.

"You never know, he just might resist arrest."

One of the female officers said as they moved out the door toward their
patrol car.

..............

"You should have seen his face when I told him he was very fortunate that
it was Lloyd and not Eddy who was with Ms. Strong.  Lloyd only cracked his
sternum but Eddy probably would have killed him, Ms. Strong being his
mother.  He laughed until we showed him a picture of Eddy dispatching that
airport security guard.  Eddy has become a bit of a hero around here.  No,
he hadn't done anything to Abdula's mother.  I think the cracked sternum
kind of put the fellow out of commission.  He was some pissed off when he
found out that the emerge. Dr. was a female, who I guess was less than
gentle after he made some unfavorable comments about women."

"Thanks for the up date sergeant, I appreciate it.  Do we know anything
else about this fellow?  The boy is very reluctant to say much, he seems
very much afraid of his father and obviously has no confidence in his
family to protect him."

"The boy is a citizen, he was born here, the parents are green carded but
have not applied for citizenship.  He runs a small store with his brother,
who is reported to be a more reasonable person.  No record or outstanding
warrants.  The patrol officers did not seem to know either of them but did
know about the store.  Social services was some upset that we let you take
him ."

"You gave them Fred and Derek's contact information I assume."

"Yes, but you should have Fred file with the court ASAP, the social worker
was already complaining about him not being in a Moslem foster home."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll keep you informed."

"Good morning Abdula, I hope you slept well?"

"Oh yes, professor Anderson, ouch," he stretched and began to realize he
ankle all over, "I am quite sore."

"May I look at your ankle?"

Abdula pulled the covers back and moved his right leg toward the edge of
the bed.  Abdula was clad in a slightly to large pair of white briefs.  His
body was slim, no fat his ribs showed, he looked frail.  His body had
numerous bruises some scrapes and scratches.  The swelling in his ankle was
still prominent.  Tom removed the ACE bandage and applied the ice pack he
brought in with him.  "Lets do ten minutes on and ten off three times and
I'll rebind it.  Do you want to watch television?"  Tom handed him the TV
remote.

"Okay, does that feel better?"  Abdula nodded.

Tom had brought in the boy's freshly laundered clothing and assisted him in
getting dressed.  He also found an old crutch in the garage to help him get
around.

"Do you want to pray before breakfast?"

Abdula looked a little sheepish and down at the floor.  "I am not a
religious person myself."

"In this house you do as you please in that regard, what ever you choose
will be respected."

Abdula looked up at Tom with a pensive half smile.  "I would like to eat
now."

He hobbled with the crutch into the kitchen.  Tom was amazed at how much
the lad packed in two bowls of oatmeal and two fried eggs, a quart of milk
and two glasses of orange juice.

"For meal planning do you keep haram or do you eat pork?"

"My parents 'keep' haram, I eat just about anything."

Tom sat down at the table with a coffee and they chatted a bit.  Abdula, is
a very typical preteen from the city.  He had little or no use for most of
Persian culture.  He was rebelling in the best of traditions Tom thought.

"Abdula, Dr. Derek has filed a child abuse report with the court and your
Father is now in jail.  Your Uncle will likely post his bail and social
services wants to put you in a Moslem home for foster care, until this all
gets settled.  Your lawyer will be here in a short while, we will need to
give him some firm instructions, I believe you should have a say in all
this."

Abdula told Tom that his father had gotten quite religious and had started
to come down hard on him and his mother over the last year or so.  He
freaked out when I refused to go to the Mosque with him and started blaming
my non moslem friends.  He had started hitting him when he found out two of
his friends were Jews and one of the girls in our group was Hindu.

"I ran away when he told me I would be sent to Iran to live with his
parents.  You won't let them send me away, will you.  Please, professor
Tom."

Tom put his arm around the boy's shoulders pulling their bodies together.
"No, little one, not without a good legal fight."

"I will only run away again and this time I won't hurt my ankle."

"Has your father always been hard on you or is this something recent?"

"Until about a year ago he was always kind and gentle and loving and none
of us were afraid of him.  I don't know what happened but even my mother
and sisters are afraid.  He even made my mom stop wearing western styles.
Now he fights with my uncle and calls my mother and aunt "stupid women" .
My Uncle is not happy since the store is run by both our families.  He is
afraid my dad is driving business away."  ...................

Tom loved the feel of Garth's dick, every single vein, ridge, and valley
and bump of it.  Eight inches, thick with a big mushroom head.  Its shaft
was slightly darker than the rest of his skin, but not much.  Garth didn't
care how Tom was touching it -- with his hand, with his lips and tongue, or
with his ass -- as long as he was touching it.  Their hands caressed each
other's bodies.  They were an extension of each other, revealing in each
other's essence.  They moved slowly making love to each other.  Endless,
unhurried, unfrenzied love.

There was a stutter in their karma and then another as Tom's balls
tightened and began to churn.  Garth's hand on his butt pulled Tom closer
and he buried his nose in Tom's balls.  Garth had all of Tom's eight and a
half inches and began to hum then sing.  The vibrations of his throat
muscles on the knob of Tom's dick did what they always did, they pushed him
into orgasm.  God Harold knew how to teach this stuff Tom thought and was
so glad he did.

Tom began to suckle Garth as he swallowed, his throat squeezing Garth
engulfing each new blast.

Tom was spent, he pulled away and lay on his back.  Garth's tongue trailed
slowly up his body.  His warm breath and the wetness of his tongue against
Tom's skin kept him plugged into their time warp.

Garth lay on his side when his lips reached Tom's neck and pressed his body
against Tom's side.  He propped up on one elbow to reach Tom's face.  Tom
raised his leg over Garth's and brought his heel back to his butt, gently
dragging it across Garth's skin.  Their lips met and Tom's mouth opened
sucking in Garth's tongue.  Garth's arm went across Tom's chest to pull him
closer, and Tom moved his hips so that they pressed against Garth's belly.
Garth moved his hard cock into the open space between Tom's spread legs.
Tom reached down to position it and hold it until Garth could ease it in,
filling his anal void.

Tom lay on his back, his hips swiveled to meet Garth at his side, their
lips locked together.  Tom sighed around Garth's tongue as his knob broke
through Tom's sphincter and eased its way home.  His kisses, his holding
Tom, his dick moving in and out of Tom's butt -- they all possessed him,
making Tom his.  Tom dove deeper into the time warp that was their
togetherness.

Garth began a slow, steady push.  Tom opened up for him, taking him deep.
Garth moved slowly in Tom, he ground against him.  Tom's anal muscles
squeezed Garth's dick each time he pulled backward and opened fully as he
began to push back in.  Their bodies moved together as one.  Their tongues
curled over and around each other in their own slow dance.  Tom's penis
hardened completely again.

Tom's body and its various parts worked on instinct with Garth's, his mind
followed the emotions and feelings spreading through his body -- melding
and becoming one with them.  Years of sharing of melding their bodies and
their soles being renewed as if for the first time.

This wasn't lust, and it wasn't a hurried fuck between flights or
researching last-minute papers.  Tom was not feeling passion.  Garth was
not fucking Tom.  What they were doing was not sex.  Tom felt peace at
being one with his Garth.  What they were doing was their way of achieving
unity through pleasure.

Tom floated on the gentle swells that washed through and over him, rocking
him like a canoe on a northern lake.  Tom's free leg slipped between his,
raising his butt enough to provide a more comfortable angle to their union.
Tom's penis stayed hard, leaking pre-cum as it slid along his belly.  Tom
felt safe, complete, in Garth's arms. The soft, squishing sound each time
his sweat-covered groin met his sweat-and-lube-coated butt soothed him.

Garth's lips left Tom's, his tongue retreating from him and moving down to
the closest nipple.  His teeth caught it and began to chew gently on it,
sending electric shocks to Tom's manhood.  The swells he'd been floating on
became waves pushing him higher and higher.  He began to pound Tom's ass
hard and fast.  Tom gasped and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling
him hard to his chest as Tom became a rocket rising off its launch pad.

Garth pushed deep inside him before Tom reached orbit and throbbed.  He
held Tom to him tighter.  Together, They rode the stars.

"I'm so glad you came back early.  I needed you so much."

In the morning Tom and Garth woke to the feeling of being pried apart.  Tom
knew that feeling.  The feeling of warm, smooth, supple, skin sliding
in-between the two men, the feeling of Eddy.  Garth came awake to Eddy's
talented tongue on his quickly stiffening penis.  Tom and Garth kissed
passionately and Tom scooted around to service Eddy driving his tongue deep
into the boy's anus.  Eddy's little penis had been growing even faster the
than his other body parts.  It would soon be close to 5 inches sufficient
to fuck, Tom thought, as he replaced his tongue with his fingers and took
the boy tool into his mouth.  Eddy moved over to 69 Tom as Garth moved
around behind him.  Tom guided Garth into Eddy's butt hole using his tongue
to lubricate his lover's shaft.

"Do you always wake Tom up like this?"

"No not always but Richard and Lloyd were both occupied with mom, so I came
to find my dads."

He giggled as he said it pushing his shoulder into Garth's chest and
funning his soap covered hands over his man's body.  Tom was busy washing
his hair with one hand and playing with Garth ass using the other.

"I'm the luckiest boy in ever."

"How is that little one," Garth asked?

"Most boys don't even have one man to love them, I have four, a lot of boys
don't even have a dad and I have two."

Garth found it very hard to keep his hands off Eddy or Conrad or Charley
now that he realized how sensuous they could be and how much they liked his
attention.  He especially liked it when one of the boys would snuggle
against him pressing the warm bodes into his.  He liked it when they only
had their tight white briefs on and his hands could fondle inside and
outside of them.

"I need you Thomas, I need all of you.  I had no idea how lonely I was
until Richard and Eddy visited in the spring.  I had no concept of how
desirable and attractive a prepubescent boy could be to a man.  Pass the
coffee, please.  Now tell me all about that lad staying with mom and dad."

"Abdula has physically healed and seems to have overcome his fear of both
his father and his future.  Mom and Dad have been great for him, you know
how they encouraged us.  Middletown has been good for him too.  His father
has been spending weekends in county jail and is in some intense
concealing.  I think he ran into a mental health problem but that seems to
be on the mend."

"Did gentle Lloyd really punch him out?"

"Oh yeah, cracked his sternum with one blow.  He should never have pushed
Edith.  Well, he should never have hurt that child either."

"When do I get to meet the Mendes brothers?"

"Soon, very soon, I'm sure."