Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 20:51:24 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: The Beneficial 19

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


19:  Life Moves On

Tom got up early, very early.  He woke up and just could not get back to
sleep.  He just snapped awake at 4:30 am on a Saturday morning and even
cuddling with Garth, who was obviously very much sound asleep, didn't help.
He tried to get back to sleep but after some time gave up.  He slipped out
of bed, pulled on a pair of low cut, black, spandex blend, boxer briefs, a
warm wool robe, house slippers and headed for his office.  If he couldn't
sleep he might as well do something productive, like read e-mail.

Tom was not a real boxer brief fan but in the winter and being some
underdressed, he knew these would be warmer then his usual thongs or bikini
briefs.  If he was to have something clinging to his body it should be
smooth and slippery, it should be tight and flexible.  He flexed the
muscles in his butt, he could feel the material flexing with him.  Tom
liked that feeling.  His mind wondered over this and many other trivial
things, as he made a pot of coffee and settling into his office chair.

Tom was busily deleting spam from his inbox, when he discovered a message
from someone named Sam Kirk, at the University of Wisconsin.  Tom looked
up.  Eddy was standing in the doorway looking very tired and still partly
asleep.  Tom's face brightened to a broad smile at seeing his boy.  Eddy
was naked and thin, he was a lot taller now but still a perfectly
proportioned, silky smooth example of boyness.  Long legs, long arms,
narrow hips, wide shoulders and a head that was just perhaps a bit larger
then it should be, okay maybe not perfect but to Tom perfect.  Tom pushed
his chair back and through his arms open at the same time, his robe falling
open to reveal his harry chest and blond treasure trail.  Eddy needed not
further invitation, he flew across the room landing in his dad's lap,
wiggled his little butt against Tom's growing erection and pressed his back
tightly against Tom's chest.  Tom's arms came around the boy pulling this
robe over him at the same time he was kissing his head and cheeks.

"Have trouble sleeping?"

"No, I had to pee, why are you up."

"So I could be here to keep you warm squirt."  Tom pressed Eddy tighter and
kissed him again.

"Da...d."

"I know, I just snapped awake and couldn't get back to sleep."  Eddy smiled
and looked at the screen.  "Who's that from?"  Pointing at the e-mail.
"I'll bet I know?"

"Okay Mr. Spirit Eyes, who is it?"

"It's Sam Kirk, he is one of Wilson's guardians.  Wilson is my friend from
Wisconsin, you listened to him sing on the CD." Eddy pressed his head tight
against Tom's shoulder and sighed as he completely relaxed against his dad.

"I thought that boy had a hyphenated last name?"

"He does, Wilson Kirk-Roe, he has two sets of guardians, Sam and Judy Kirk,
and Alexander and Alexandria Roe."  Eddy had that kind of, doesn't everyone
know that, offhandedness in his voice.

"Oh, makes perfect sense.  So you think this message is from Wilson's
guardian Sam, I see, but why would he be sending me a message?"

"Because I gave Wilson your e-mail address."

"Then you know what this message is all about already."

"Ya," Eddy said, nodding his head

"Okay, then we don't need to read it."  Eddy was starting to squirm a bit
grinding his butt harder against Tom's now quite erect penis.

Eddy turned his face to the side and up looking into Tom's eyes as best he
could.  "Please dad, please."  Eddy kissed Tom on the neck.

Tom opened the message.  It was a letter from Sam Kirk and Alex Roe.

"Dear Dr. Anderson: Wilson and all of us, want to thank you and Eddy for
sending us a copy of your families DVD.  Not only did we appreciate the
performances but Eddy and Conrad's comments and description were most
delightful and informative.  As we understand the situation, Eddy and
Wilson have been e-mail palls since the Fond-du-lac festival.  We were
pleased to learn that you are the same Thomas Anderson that has written
many of the science articles Alex X2 and I, enjoy reading."

"Sam is a geology student, Alex engineering and Alexandria pre -med, she
also plays the piano and her mom is Rita Walthum the famous violinist."
Eddy informed him.

"We are all members of the Delta, Delta, Delta fraternity.  The Deltas,
with support from other "Greeks", sponsor a spring talent and variety show
every year in Madison.  The show raises money for charities in the Madison
area.  Alex and I are the primary organizers and share the master of
ceremony duties.  Wilson has been singing at this event for several years
now and he thinks Eddy and His Gang would be a valuable addition to our
program.  After the DVD we do too.

We can not offer any financial support but the Delta House will feed you
and your crew, my family owns a large motel near the campus and will
provide accommodations.  Wilson informed me that he has already extended
his invitation to Eddy, Conrad, Charles and James to stay in his room at
our townhouse.  It would appear that our boys have already voted."

Eddy was looking a bit sheepish, as Tom read the letter aloud, he was also
desperately trying to hide is excitement.  The letter went on but that need
not be covered here.

"Can we go dad, will you take us?"

Tom did not answer but went to his electronic calendar to check the dates
and deadlines.  In fact, everyone was clear that weekend even Edith.  He
typed in Madison, Wi for Friday afternoon, Sat. and Sun.  Eddy was so
excited he began bouncing up and down on Tom's lap, crushing his erection.
Tom kissed his boy and bid him sit still for just a few minutes longer.

Tom rose and Eddy repositioned himself, wrapping his legs around dad's
waste, pressing his stiff boy penis into Tom tummy and planting sever big
kisses on his lips and face.  Tom carried the boy and himself back to bed.
He figured any chance of sleep was gone anyway.  Eddy knew sleep would be
out of the question, he wanted both his dad's to share in his joy and his
body.

Eddy dropped his legs to the floor and slid down his tall handsome, sexy
man, sliding his little hands along Tom's body and removing his boxer
briefs, all in one clean neat stroke.  His blond head pressed into dad's
crotch, his mouth engulfed the stiff penis in one quick movement.  Tom
stretched up and thrust forward just a bit as he slipped the bathrobe from
his shoulders dropping it on the floor.

Garth was on his back, legs spread apart across the middle of the large
bed.  Eddy flipped the duvet off his other man and crawled up between the
parted legs.  He pulled his knees under him presenting a smooth round butt
to the ceiling and Tom.  Eddy's mouth engaged Garth's now rapidly
stiffening cock as Tom lubricated Eddy.  Tom's hands slid over the small
butt sending more tingles through Eddy's body, he gently pulled the cheeks
apart and eased his throbbing phallus home.  The arrow straight penis
filling Eddy's void and sending shivers up his backbone from his prostrate
to his brain.  Tom likes a slow and easy fuck, he is not one to bang a boy.
His strokes are easy and about three quarters in length, keeping pressure
on the prostrate through out.  His hands gently roam over the lad's body
settling on his penis and small scrotum.  Eddy is in rapture as he begins
to sing with Garth's cock well into his throat.

Garth by this time is fully awake but not one to complain, he kept his
council until his lover and his younger son are spent and satisfied.
Trapping Eddy between them the men kiss and fondled him, until all three
drift off to renewed slumber.

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

Tom was heading for his university office, stopping at the Department of
Geology and Geophysics to pick up his mail and messages.  The department
clerk rushed over to him with news.  He had a visitor waiting for him in
the faculty lounge.  "He would not give his name."  Tom wondered who this
mysterious person was that would not give a name.  He gathered up his mail
and messages, collected some reprints, he was handing out that afternoon
and headed for the faculty lounge.

Don't let the name fool you.  The faculty lounge was just an oversized
office with a few prints and calendars on the walls, a bulletin board with
notices, a coffee pot and pop machine.  Several tables and chairs and a few
fake leather sofas, arranged to felicitate communication .

Over in one corner was an average sized man, with a receding hair line,
dark glasses and a dark overcoat.  He was reading a newspaper.  Tom
immediately recognized the visitor as Eckhard Klein.  He was sitting at one
end of a sofa.  Tom placed his materials on the coffee table in front of
Eckhard, retrieved a coffee for himself, asked Eckhard without using his
name if he wanted one, he did not.  Tom sat down.  Eckhard lowered his
newspaper but kept it in his hand.  "Is there some place we can talk in
privet, Dr. Anderson?"

"Absolutely, lets go to my office, it is off in the far corner on the next
floor."

Tom rose, gathered up his mail and coffee and lead the way.  He chose the
stair well as it was closer then the elevator.  All the while he was
wondering why Eckhard had come to see him and why he was obviously being so
secretive about it.

Tom unlocked the door, turned on the lights, handed Eckhard a coat hanger
and hung his own coat up.  His office is relatively small, lined with books
and journals, one large desk, a filing cabinet and several chairs.  On
another desk/table he had his computer and stacks of papers.  He offered
Eckhard a chair next to his desk and before sitting himself, turned and
locked the door.

As both men sat Eckhard reached into his suit coat pocket, withdrawing a
thick envelope.

"I suppose you are wondering what all this is about.  Look at this and
this, we need to talk."

Tom did as requested, opening the envelope and skimmed the pages of
material it contained.  When finished Tom looked up and took a sip of his
coffee.

"Tom, may I call you Tom?"  Tom nodded his approval.  " You and I disagree
about a lot of things and I know you disapprove of my style but that crap
goes way beyond.  My audience expects me to make outrageous statements and
take extreme positions but l am no demigod and I won't allow patent
falsehoods to be spread on my program.  I know you don't listen to it but I
assure you I challenge any false and unsubstantiated information."

'You'r right I don't listen but I do know you defended my position in the
"Congressman Gate" last week and I appreciate that, Eckhard."

"I read your articles and essays, you know.  As hard as it is for me, I had
to agree with most of your comments in the newspaper interview.  While our
political views and approaches may be different, I think we both seek the
same ultimate objectives, making people think, shaking up the status quo."

"That is true, see we do agree about some things.  I take it you don't
agree with this smear campaign being proposed in these e-mails?"

"Right, not my style.  You may not realize it but I did learn something
from our debate last year.  I learned that one can attack someone's
position and there cheep rhetorical tricks, without attacking the person.
You showed me much more personal respect then I deserved.  In fact, the
audience showed me more respect than my remarks deserved."

"I take it from your stealth and sharing this garbage with me, you are
arming both of us."

"Yes, I think the best defense is a strong offense."

"Perhaps, I should come on your program to launch that offense."

"I think that would be a good idea, only as long as you don't identify me
as your source."

"Never fear for that.  I am more then sure, having these messages and web
sights, are all my people need to come up with a very credible story.  In
fact, I can ask you if you ever received anything like this allowing you to
say yes but you just ignore it, as not credible and/or offensive to your
ethics."

"That is what I hoped you would propose, in fact it is even more.  How
about my Friday's show, does that give you enough time?"

"Yes, Friday it is."

Tom and Eckhard talked on for some time but Tom did have a seminar to
teach.  Eckhard snuck out of the office and off the campus unrecognized.
That is one advantage of radio, most people don't know what you look like.
They do know what you sound like, so one does need to keep ones mouth shut.

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

"Do you think it is a do-able," Tom asked?

"I think we can do even better then that," Wiley replied.

"I don't think we should do anything illegal, ultimately our credibility is
on the line, Wiley." Garth added.

Fred interrupted, "there are several issues here and I think we need a
plan.  That plan may force us to be as questionably ethical as these people
but I will make sure, nothing is illegal.".

"As I see it, this is obviously some kind of conspiracy, probably motivated
by vindictiveness.  What we need to do is establish some obviously illegal
act on the part of the originators of this smear campaign.  If we do that,
then we can shut them down before they begin, instead of reacting through
the slow and expensive civil court process," Tom said.

"Tom, you are beginning to sound like Fred.  I say we just charge out and
crush the bastards," Garth said.

"Now Garth, we don't want to be rash.  Tom why don't you review the facts
for us," Fred advised.

Tom pinned up a few large sheets of flip chart paper on the walls of the
"play room" and began listing facts and dates.  He established known
connections with solid lines and suspected connections with dashed lines.
It became obvious, they would need the help of the metro cops and or the
federal boys.  Fred suggested the interagency problems between the two
organizations would present problems unless they could establish some
interstate connections or breach of federal laws such as illegal use of
postal services or something like that.

The plan was straight forward enough for now.  Wiley would find out who was
behind the web sites which would publish the false information.  He would
also try and track down the sources of the e-mails Eckhard Klein had given
him.  Fred would find out from metro police sources as much as he could
about the burglar, sources of the material he was attempting to place and
how he was or could be connected to.  Garth and Tom would follow up on any
leads gleaned from the e-mails and prepare his opening remarks for Friday.
Lloyd, Peter, Nate and Richard would assist Wiley.

They left the war room for breakfast and the start of a new day.  Eddy and
Edith were surprised to find everyone up dressed and finishing breakfast
when they awoke.  Eddy did feel just a bit left out and he knew Conrad and
Charley would feel the same.  He said nothing however, especially after
getting the "keep your thoughts to yourself" look from Richard.

Over the next few days, pieces began to fall into place.  Since the porn
had originated in Chicago and was sent to the burglar by mail and provided
by the burglar's client, who he could not or would not identify, the feds
were automatically involved.  Agent Snipe, from the Chicago office came to
the twin cities for interviews and interagency liaison.  Fred and Tom met
with him to share what the new information they had gathered, including
what Wiley had found out about the web sites and their ownership.

What Snipe did not tell them yet, was the porn was highly illegal kiddy
porn mostly from Southeast Asia.  The specific tapes and DVD's were
originally part of a shipment confiscated by customs several years ago, at
the Mexican border in Texas.  In fact, the material had special evidence
markings, put on at the time.  Snipe was able to trace that evidence to a
cold case file in the Congressman's district.  It turned out, the last
person who was in charge of seeing it was destroyed, was none other then
the the congressman's campaign manager, also the head of a local "Right to
life and religious collation" group.  This group is also highly anti
homosexual, vehemently opposed to gay marriage and the FBI suspected them
as a source of hate literature.

While the criminal conspiracy case would take some time, Snipe and the
local office was able to confirm ownership of the web sits, setting up
Fred's liable law suits.  He would be seeking cease and diciest injunctions
in federal court, tied to multi million dollar civil suites.  Wiley had
devised a very cleaver attack plan that would lock these people up so
tight, any server that dared to ignore the order would be overwhelmed.
Wiley did not share this with Snipe.

Tom was prepared to launch his preemptive attack on what he called the
antidemocratic, media manipulators.  These were a number of media types,
organizations, and commentators around the country, that were all part of
this e-mail chain.  He felt he had enough evidence to point at people from
Fox news and a complicity at Drudge, to hype a manufactured, a blatantly
false story.  That combined with the liable suites and cease and diciest
orders, would turn the story around.

On Thursday evening, Eddy, Conrad and Charley showed up in the play room
carrying their small golden dildos.  They all had those boy expressions of
earnestness combined with an eye twinkle designed to melt any resistance
the adults may care to mount.  They said nothing, each stood before his
chosen man.  Conrad before Con, Eddy before Tom and Charley before Garth.
Nothing needed to be said.  Each boy handed his man, his personal butt toy.
Their men knew the drill.  They were to kneel on the floor.  Carefully
remove their boy's street clothing, paying close and detailed attention to
ever newly exposed patch of soft, warm boy flesh.  Gentle sensuous touches,
kisses and expressions of unending love were to be dispensed as freely and
earnestly as the man could possible provide.  The men would proceed to
worship every square inch of perfect boy revealed as the cloth was removed.
Following the insertion of the dildos each boy undress and worships his
man's body.  After removing the dildos from their most treasured sheaths
the boys presented them to the men for cleaning and empaled their butts on
the mens phallus, capturing Apollo's essences.