It's A Boys' Life
Home for Boys
by The_Curmudgeon
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This is the third book in the series of three preceded by The Abandoned Boy Scout and Transition into a Family. If you have not read the first two already, I suggest you start there.
To view the character descriptions carried forward into this book, scroll down a bit to the Background section.
The Cast of new Characters in this book can be found at the end of this story.
This is a work of fiction written with a little fantasy thrown in. It is copyrighted by me.
This book contains just over 115,000 words or about 320 pages in a paperback novel, figuring 360 words per page.
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You may skip this part if you've already read The Abandoned Boy Scout and Transition into a Family. Just scroll on down to Chapter 1.
If you're joining this story without reading the first installments, we pick up our story as Allen Jeffries and his "family" consisting of Keona, Malea, Mark, Brian, Keith, Benny, Okeke, and their friends are back in McGregor Texas packed like sardines into the Allen's 3-bedroom home. They have just begun physical construction of a 17-bedroom group foster home for boys across the street.
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Continuing characters from the first two books listed alphabetically
Allen Jeffries: our storyteller, past Scoutmaster of Troop 12 in the small Texas town of McGregor, west of Waco
Amy (Anderson): 11, Little sister of Jeff good friend of and same age as Staci, lifelong naturist
Andrew: architect specializing in Pueblo-style buildings
Benny: 10, brother of Keith from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised.
Brian: 13, a foster child who was beaten because he can't keep his clothes on.
Dr. Chris Young: 35ish, Pediatrician used by the Home
Earl & Gladys: `older', Husband/wife team that runs Sun Ranch
Frank Wilson: late 30s, the Troop Committee Chairman, father of Frankie & Staci Wilson, husband of Kerri, works in the McLennan County courthouse as a Family Judge
Frankie Wilson: now 13, Mark's best friend and patrol member in Scouts
Jeff (Anderson): 13, the Patrol Leader of Mark and Frankie's patrol, lifelong naturist
Keith: 14, brother of Benny, from Waco, met at Sun Ranch, uncircumcised
Kerri Wilson: late 30s, wife of Frank Wilson, mother of Frankie and Staci Wilson
Keona Kahaulelio: 9, Mika'ele's adopted son, was abandoned as a new-born, named after Mika's `brother', aka Little Keona, Little K
Keona Okalani: 33 our chauffeur while we were in Honolulu before the cruise. Now Allen's partner, aka Keo, or Ke by his brother pronounced Ke'-o-na
Malea Kaloni: 40, Hired to cook for us while on Oahu, is now the Home's Operations Manager and Chef, pronounced Ma'-lee-ă
Marjorie Patton: adoption caseworker in the department of Social Services, sister of Phillip
Mark Jeffries: adopted by Allen Jeffries on Mark's 13th birthday, was Mark Williams before the adoption
Mika'ele (Mika) Kahaulelio: Keona's `brother' with whom he was raised
Nancy: late 30s, (some things you don't ask) Allen's office assistant since the company was formed.
Okeke Kaloni: 8, Malea's granddaughter, pronounced O'-kē-kē
Phillip Patton: Child Protective Services, brother of Marjorie Patton
Robert: 16, the troop's Senior Patrol Leader, an exhibitionist at heart, an only child
Roy: Old friend of Allen's, rides with a Harley owner's motorcycle group, HATES anyone who would harm a child
Staci Wilson: now 11, Frankie's sister
Wayland Powell: 82, donor of the land to be used for the group Home
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And
now, I present, Book Three,
It's A Boys' Life
Home for Boys
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October 1980
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Now that I'm officially retired and my schedule has dramatically slowed, I decided to look into the furniture. Using the photo of the sticker on the back of one of the pieces, I called the phone number at the bottom. When you call a business, you normally expect some sort of a greeting including the company name. All I got was "Hello?"
"Hi, I'm looking for Miguel Garcia Furniture. I'm sorry this is the only number I have."
"Oh, this is Miguel. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm building a boys foster home, and I'm looking for more furniture."
"That's me, how did you know about my furniture?"
"A husband and wife in Waco passed away recently, and my charitable foundation was the recipient of the contents of their house. I received five bedroom sets, an office, a den, and what was in the basement."
"Oh, the Stones are dead? I'm sorry to hear that. They were really nice people and their two little boys were really cute too."
"Yes, they sure are. I'm their foster dad now."
"So if you got all their furniture I made for them, what more could you possibly need?"
"Quite a bit really, the home I'm building is 17 bedrooms, the great room needs a 22-foot dining table and 24 chairs, and some living room sets."
"How many living rooms do you have?"
"Well, just one, but it's 76 feet long by 44 feet wide, so there will be four seating areas.
"Man that's a lot of furniture, that's gonna take a while to build."
"Well, we just started building the home so it won't be ready to move into for 6 months or so."
"No, when I say a while; I mean like two years."
"Two year's? That's a long time, any way to speed that up?"
"Not really, I only have so much room in my garage."
"What if you had a small shop, maybe you could find a man to help you?"
"You'd pay for that?"
"Yeah, I love your furniture, and I want to match it throughout the rest of the home."
I wasn't getting the confidence I had hoped for from this call to where I was ready to turn over large sums of money to a man who worked out of his garage. So I asked if I could come see him in Madrid, New Mexico. He said he would look for a shop to rent and we set a date for my visit.
On the arranged day, I drove to DFW airport and took the short flight to Albuquerque airport. Miguel picked me up at the airport. I asked if there were any other examples of his furniture available to see, and he took me to Hotel de Plaza in old town Albuquerque.
As we walked in, he was greeted by the counter staff and he asked for a room key to show me his furniture. Without question, they gave him a key card and we headed for the room. As we passed through the public areas, he pointed out which pieces he had made. Each piece was the same style, yet each grouping had features that differentiated it from the other groups. He was obviously a talented woodworker. In the room, he showed off the dresser, nightstands, headboards, and chairs. He proudly stated that every headboard in the hotel was similarly carved, but each had unique features in the carving. Each was painted in a different tone; the basic design was very ornate.
I was satisfied with his skills. We got back in his pickup and headed east then north arriving in the small town of Madrid (pronounced MAD-rid) an hour later. (Author's note - the town of Madrid is the small town featured in the movie Wild Hogs, the story of four middle-aged men who embark on a motorcycle road trip to California. They have a confrontation with a motorcycle gang in Madrid, New Mexico.)
We turned off on a dirt road and stopped at a house to meet the owner of the property Miguel was suggesting we rent. It was just a short walk to the old building. It may have been old, but it was a sturdy adobe building with a roll-up garage door for an opening.
He explained the layout of the woodworking machines that he envisioned. The inside was spacious enough, for the machines and benches from Miguel's garage, an assembly area, and enough storage space for raw materials and finished products, not the entire order, but at least half of it. Miguel had already told me he would have to make two delivery runs. I agreed with him, some pieces would be needed long before the final bedroom set would be necessary.
We agreed to a one-year lease on the property and I paid the owner six months in advance. There was no formal paperwork, just cash and a handshake.
I asked Miguel if he lived near here and he pointed down the road, "'bout a half mile that way."
He took us back into Madrid to a restaurant called The Mine Shaft Tavern. Its roots dated back to 1897, but burned down Christmas Day 1944. It was rebuilt and reopened as The Mine Shaft in 1947. We took a secluded booth so we could talk.
For Miguel's `salary' he wanted $500 a month, his assistant was to get $400. I would pay the invoices from the lumber provider who would deliver the wood to his shop and bill me directly.
Miguel would record any other expenses incurred, and bill me for them to be paid when the furniture was delivered. I said, "Ok." Our negotiations were complete.
The order I placed included:
1) One dining room table: 22 feet long x 5 feet wide with 2 four-foot table extensions, and 24 chairs.
2) Nine bedroom sets: each was to include a bookshelf headboard, nightstand, chair, loveseat hide-a-bed, a dresser with mirror, and a desk with desk chair; all to be similar to the existing bedroom sets. Each set was to have matching accents and fabric on all the pieces, and yet different from all other bedroom sets.
3) Four seating areas: each set is to have a 90" 3-cushion couch, two love seats, and coffee table. Each seating area is to have matching fabric and carved accents, and yet have different fabric than any other seating area. It was ok if they matched one of the bedroom sets fabric.
4) One office desk and chair: the desk and chair is to be similar to the existing office desk and chair with different accents and fabric. This was the teacher's desk in Keona's classroom.
5) Five small desk sets: these were to be used in the classroom for instruction.
My priority for delivery was the dining table, four bedroom sets, the office desk and chair, two of the small desk sets, and one seating area.
I couldn't believe how well this had gone. It was only 1:30 p.m. and my business was complete with Miguel and I was ordering a half pound Mad Chile Burger, with cheddar cheese and chipotle dijonnaise, topped with a roasted Hatch green chile and a battered, deep fried Hatch green chile, on a large bun. It was supposedly one of the best burgers in New Mexico. After eating it, I agree, they have my vote. I figured I was going to need the whole day, so had scheduled my return for tomorrow morning.
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With time to kill, I asked if he knew where Pipestone dinnerware was sold. Miguel didn't know but our server did and she got us an address. Miguel offered to drive and after I paid for lunch. We drove on north to Santa Fe and the Pipestone outlet store.
Malea had given me a list of pieces we needed, in addition to the 12 additional place settings, she ordered additional platters and serving bowls, gravy boats, and serving pieces like salt and peppershakers and butter dishes. I gave the salesperson my list and she said it would take a while to fill such a large order. Miguel offered to pick it up later and bring it with him on his first delivery. That worked even better. I paid for the order and put my phone number as well as Miguel's number on the order. The dinnerware cost ten times more than my airfare.
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It was after my trip to New Mexico when Keith came to our room one Friday night.
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?" he asked. Keona sleeps on the side of the bed nearest the door, and he raised the sheet for Keith to climb over him, into the middle between us.
He laid on his back and sighed heavily. "What's wrong Keith," I asked.
"Oh nothing's wrong; I was just missing Dad Stone."
I rolled towards him and put my hand on his chest rubbing in small circles. "I'm sorry buddy, anything we can do to help?"
"Yeah," he sighed, "can we pretend we're on the Hawaii cruise?"
"What do you mean Keith?"
"Mark was telling me he would sleep with you every once in a while, and you guys made him feel loved, once at night and again in the morning. I miss that feeling from Dad." We laid there in silence a moment. "Mark said I needed to specifically ask for what I want; Dad, would you fuck me? Please? Make love to me?"
"Keith," I quietly said, "the term fuck is a very crude word, and I don't condone its use in the context that you just used it. I don't believe the terms `fuck' and `love' belong in the same conversation."
"You're right; I'm sorry Dad. I'll try not to do that again, but it's hard, at my last school and even this new one, I'm around guys that talk like that all day.
"Well, they aren't talking about love then are they?"
"No, they're bragging about having sex with their girlfriends. I don't even think they're telling the truth. They're just trying to impress their buddies."
"You're probably right. Boys that make love don't go out afterwards and tell their friends."
"So will you make love to me tonight?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm ready too. I used my dildo and I'm all lubed up."
"You have your own dildo?"
"Yeah, I needed it to get ready for Dad Stone. So I've used it the past few nights to get ready for tonight and for tomorrow morning too Keo."
"How do you want to do it?" I asked.
"I see the love in your eyes when you kiss us goodnight. I want to see that look when you make love to me."
I rolled over and pulled the lube from my bedside table drawer.
"Can I do that? You have such a beautiful penis. Dad's was kinda `old' looking and it took a lot of effort just to get him hard enough to be able to put it in me. Yours, and yours too Keo, are both so sleek looking, I know this is going to feel so good." He took the tube and we pushed the sheet away.
As he rubbed on a thin coating of the lube on me I asked, "Do you mind if Keo catches your semen if you ejaculate? It helps keep the sheets clean."
"That would be awesome, I've never been with two men before, and you know I'll be ejaculating. Mark told me you know all about the prostate and just how to use it. I like using my dildo to make myself cum using it."
With my penis fully erect from his gentle handling, I got to my knees and moved between his spread legs, which he lifted for me. I put my arms under them and raised them up over my shoulders. "Oh, that's nice, much more comfortable," he said.
I moved in and looked deep into his eyes, "Ready?" I asked. He nodded. I directed my dick to his anus, which was shiny with his own lube, he was relaxed, and as soon as I touched him, he pushed out sliding partially over me. I moved in and slipped in him easily past the internal sphincter muscle. I leaned over to kiss him and as I did, my penis met no resistance and I slid deep inside him.
I'm not sure he had ever been kissed like that before because he seemed surprised, but quickly overcame it and pulled my head hard against his face and actively kissed me in return. His grasp relaxed and his hands fell back to the bed allowing me to get into a better position to start the rhythm of making love to him. He reached around his butt and felt where we were joined, his fingers stayed there as my dick slid over the tips of his fingers and on into his rectum.
"Oh, Daddy that feels so good."
I adjusted my angle of attack so that my glans was plowing directly into his entertainment center before sliding past and up into his rectum. He hadn't watched my eyes for long as his were now closed, totally consumed in the pleasure of our lovemaking.
"Hummm, hummm, hummm," His testicles disappeared up into the inguinal canal, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" he cried as his orgasm began. That queued Keona who leaned over and took his penis between his lips accepting his ejaculation of four strong spurts of semen. Keona stayed on him as he dribbled a little more and then squeezed his urethra empty.
Feeling my partner's anus constrict always takes me over that edge and allowed my own orgasm to ejaculate my semen in his rectum. This time was no different. Keona spread a towel, tucking it up under Keith's lower back and I backed away allowing Keith to unfold himself a little, and lay more comfortably on the bed. I pulled his legs off my shoulders lowering him even more.
I allowed my dick to fall out of Keith, "Don't go!" but it was too late. I moved farther away and he laid comfortably now on the bed. I moved to lay again next to him as Keona pulled the sheet back up over us. "I think Benny would like that," he stated.
"Benny? But he's so small."
"He learned how to take Dad Stone, but it always hurt at first. It hurt me a little when I took him, but not nearly as bad as it was for Benny. But Benny always wanted him to do it. Doing it with you doesn't hurt at all, it felt wonderful." He was sliding into the post-orgasmic stupor all us boys feel after an intense orgasm and he slurred his next couple of words as he fell asleep.
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"I don't know? I've never done it any other way." Keith was saying to Keona as I awoke. They were negotiating what position to use for their lovemaking this morning.
Keona is well versed in many, many gay sex positions and picked one for a novice. They made sweet love together. Their position did not allow me to reach Keith's penis during his climaxes, it was left up to the towels to do the job.
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In October, heavy equipment began showing up. A city crew came out and dug up part of the street to run water and sewer to the property.
Another crew installed a new power pole and transformer, and ran wires to a temporary substation.
The site now had a physical address painted on the substation wall. A mailbox was installed at the edge of the road with the same number painted on the side. The phone company ran the phone line to the sub panel as well.
McLennan County Backyard Oasis came by with the design of our new patio and pool. The views from the great room and my office were spectacular. The pool was the same design as my current pool, just a little bigger, regulation Olympic size, 50 meters long and 25 meters wide, the majority of it a consistent four-feet deep, perfect for water games. Only near the diving board, was it any deeper.
18" diameter holes were drilled in the ground where steel columns would go to support the 14-foot ceilings. Bolts were held in place inside each hole, sticking up above the final concrete height, ready to receive the columns.
The plumbing and electrical was covered after they passed inspection and rebar was brought in on multiple flatbed tractor/trailers. Each intersection of crossing rebar was wired together with a small cement block below it, raising the rebar up off the ground. Rebar was bent so that it stuck straight up where the walls would eventually be. There had to be several tons of rebar in just the floor.
Next came the heating system. A sub-contractor installed tubing that went in the concrete above the rebar. It wound back and forth to circulate the warm water that would warm the concrete thus warming the whole home. There seemed to be miles of this small pipe.
A trench was dug just inside the property line along the back and both sides of the property. It was for the foundation of the hybrid/adobe wall that would fence the property.
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Oswald and Booth under threat of contempt of court reluctantly relinquished the subpoenaed data and it was given to a forensic accounting firm under contract to the county. They were to analyze the date and report to the court in 30 days.
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The Armadillo Patrol had done more work behind the scenes than I realized. When it was just Mark, the Armadillos had eight members. With the addition of Brian and Keith, they were up to ten now, two more than a typical patrol usually has.
Frankie and Jeff's parents were all for it, so it was only five other families that needed to be convinced and the boys had already done that, permission slips had been signed. They were already swimming nude at my house, a nude campout was just the next logical step.
Frank, as committee chairperson, had it as the first item on the agenda of the October committee meeting. It was listed as Armadillo Patrol supplemental campout. He simply asked the committee for approval of an additional campout for the Armadillo patrol at a campground called Sun Ranch, with no mention of what type of camp Sun Ranch was. The committee asked if they would still attend the regular troop campout the 2nd weekend, and then asked if parent support had been secured. Frank reported that he, Howard Anderson, and Allen Jeffries would be the adults attending. The Scoutmaster had approved their plan. Committee approval for the outing was unanimous by all members present.
Then Frank said, "In full disclosure, I feel it is necessary to mention that Sun Ranch is a clothing optional naturist camp."
Everyone at the meeting was fully aware of the clothing optional swims taking place at the Jeffries' house, but a clothing optional campout was new twist.
We disclosed that five of the current Armadillos had already spent time at the camp, 4 of them, in excess of 2 weeks.
A discussion ensued covering aspects of life in a naturist camp. Safety, including axe use, cooking, and sunburn. Each question was handled by those of us with first-hand knowledge, which also revealed that all three adults were active members of the camp, and was personally naturists themselves. To this point, they only knew about me.
The committee was given the opportunity to reverse their votes, but no one did. The campout was approved unanimously.
Planning with the patrol began the next weekend with a patrol meeting at our house, where else, we had the coolest pool. Malea worked with them on their menu. She was trying to figure out how they were going to cook what they were planning.
They showed her their duty roster and explained the two cooks would use a two-burner Coleman propane stove and a Dutch oven heated with charcoal. Then she made a deal with them, she would allow them to use her kitchen to cook their meals. They would provide three boys for set-up and three more as cooks, she would supervise, but they would do all the cooking, but they had to cook for all 19 people for the weekend. Then they would provide three boys to do the cleanup after each meal.
With the deal struck, they turned over the money collected for food to Malea. Mark and Jeff would accompany her to the grocery to buy the food Thursday after school. Thursday afternoon she asked for the keys to the Suburban. Not asking any questions Keona gave her his set.
They returned with the food for the weekend, an 8-foot folding table strapped to the rack on the roof, and 10 metal folding chairs, like you would find in a church meeting room, inside the back of the Suburban. With the Suburban now only capable of hauling six, Frank's SUV with six and Howard's car with five we were short two seats. We swapped out Howard's car for our new Suburban.
Friday after school, Brian, realizing there were extra seats, and asked for permission to invite his new friend Chris. I had him call Chris and ask. I warned him that this was very last minute and he may not be able to go. Chris wanted to go, and turned the phone over to his mom, while Brian turned the phone over to me.
"Hi Linda, yeah, this is Allen. Look I know this is short notice, but we just discovered two empty seats headed to Sun Ranch, our naturist resort. Brian wants to invite Chris . . . Yeah . . . Well why don't you both go with us then? . . . Yes, I'm sure . . . We're leaving after dinner, about 7:00 . . . Yeah, there are 19 of us. Brian's whole Scout patrol is going, Frank and his family, and Malea and Okeke. You and Chris will make 21 . . . Yes, I'm sure there's no problem, there's always enough food, but you will have to put up with the food being cooked by 12 to 14-year-old boys . . . Great, see you then.
I called the ranch and added two more guests to our roster.
Scouts started showing up after dinner, about 6:30 for our 7:00 departure. They had tents from the church, sleeping bags, and small packs. You don't need much when camping nude, although October evenings can get chilly and the boys did bring their jackets and long pants.
Keona drove the Suburban with the table and chairs, the food, most of the gear, and all the new supplies for the camp house. I drove the new Suburban with Howard riding shotgun. Six patrol members and Benny rode with me; the three remaining patrol members, Mark, Frankie, and Brian rode with Keona along with Linda, and Chris. The rest rode with Frank.
Taking their que from Jeff and Keith, the boys in my Suburban took their travel uniforms off while on the dirt road approaching the entrance to the camp, emerging in only their shoes and socks in the parking lot for registration. Mark, Frankie, Brian, Linda, and Chris, also emerged from their vehicle nude. Staci and Okeke had been nude after the first 20 minutes on the road. Staci sure has come a long way since her first nudist attempt at her neighbor's house.
We had to go through the registration process, except they already had all the names, so wristbands were already assigned. The first-time visitors had to go through the rules lecture before we were allowed to continue. Earl & Gladys were thrilled with so many boys coming to camp. Jeff was introduced as the Patrol Leader and Gladys talked with him and gave him the schedule of the boy-centric activities taking place this weekend.
Earl asked me to try to get some photos that could go in the newsletter that would show as many boys as possible, but he reminded me they couldn't show any genitalia.
At the house, Malea demonstrated her understanding of the patrol method by working with Jeff, the Patrol Leader, to get the boys organized to unload the supplies for the weekend. Malea merely stood by directing where everything belonged. Tents and sleeping bags stayed out on the porch. While they did that, the adults staked out which rooms we would sleep in. Keona and I of course got the primary bedroom, Frank, Kerri, Staci and Okeke took the second main-floor suite. Malea and Linda took the bedroom at the top of the stairs; Howard shared the opposite room with Benny and Chris
With everything unloaded, Mark talked to me about sleeping arrangements. "Dad, this really isn't a campout any more since we're cooking and eating inside. Why don't we just sleep upstairs instead of in the back yard? You won't have us coming and going all night to use the bathroom and making noise keeping y'all awake.
He made a good point, we have the beds, and there is nothing to be gained by them sleeping outside. They already did that once this month and would again in another two weeks. I looked over at Frank and Howard and they shrugged their shoulders. I told Mark they could sleep inside. We had two empty bedrooms that would sleep twelve, and only ten boys. But now that they were sleeping inside, Brian invited Chris to sleep with the patrol, so now there were 11. They took their overnight bags upstairs to claim their beds.
Malea went to work rearranging her kitchen and Linda stepped in to help. They removed all the melamine from the boxes and hand washed the new table service. The Pipestone dinnerware was padded and boxed back in the melamine boxes. The twelve place settings just barely fit in the boxes that had contained service for forty. The new appliances were removed from their boxes and washed as well.
Malea had been working with her new griddle already, seasoning it, as I have seasoned Dutch ovens in the past. It was placed over four burners of the stove in preparation for breakfast, the boys had planned French toast.
She never touched the boys' groceries. When they came downstairs, she simply asked if they had forgotten anything, as she stood next to their boxes. "Oh, shit!" Jeff exclaimed, "Come on guys we gotta put this stuff away." She directed them to the pantry or the refrigerator as they emptied the boxes and cooler. "Where should we put this stuff Malea?" Jeff asked referring to the now empty boxes and cooler. She asked Jeff to return the five boxes now containing the Pipestone pottery to the back end of the Suburban, and then put their tents and sleeping bags in there with them. Then you can store the empty boxes and cooler there too. Jeff took the closest three boys with him to carry out the task.
It was 9:30 already and a movie was determined to be the fitting end of the day. There aren't twenty-one seats in the living room, but with a few well-placed blankets, the boys were happy on the floor and the adults comfortable on the furniture.
I again noticed Benny sitting in Keith's lap and Keith's hand gently and lovingly slowly pulling Benny's foreskin down over his glans and allowing it to slide back up, only to pull it down again. He isn't masturbating him, I decided, he did it the full hour and a half the movie ran, but Benny never orgasmed.
Saturday morning found Malea in the kitchen, coffee brewed, and mugs ready for the adults. The Patrol Duty roster was posted just outside the kitchen indicating the rotation of three duties. Set-up, Cooks, Clean-up.
Set-up consisted of setting the table(s) for everyone expected for the meal with all the plates, cups, glasses, flatware, napkins, salt & pepper, butter, and any other condiment. Pitchers of juice, milk or other drinks as dictated by the menu were to be placed on the table(s).
The cooks, of course, were responsible for the preparation, cooking and bringing to the table all of the food to be served according to the menu, at the correct temperature.
Clean-up consisted of cleaning off the table(s) returning all condiments to their proper place, cleaning the tables, washing all dishes, cooking instruments, drying them and returning them to their proper location. Any unused or leftover food was to be stored properly.
Malea had coordinated with Jeff last night to have the cooks and the set-up arrive at the same time this morning. So shortly after 7:00, six naked boys arrived for duty, not sure, what to expect of the new regiment.
Malea handed out chef's aprons to the three-member cooking crew while directing the set-up crew to put up the folding table and chairs they brought in last night. As soon as that task had been accomplished, a tablecloth appeared with no direction. The boys rightly assumed the tablecloth was to cover the folding table. She showed one of the set-up crew where everything they needed to set out was located and they went about their business of setting the table. "Check the menu for what you need to put out." She told them.
I had initially taken my coffee out to the front porch, but when I heard activity in the kitchen, my curiosity peaked and I came inside to watch.
Malea was not only supervising, but teaching the three cooks, the art of food preparation. Their menu was bacon and French toast, juice, and coco. A simple enough menu, but one that is nearly impossible to serve to a patrol of 10, much less today's group of 21, hot off the grill. While she did not cook a single item, she was thoroughly involved in the preparation. Bacon was placed on a broiling sheet instead of a skillet.
I realized I needed to get my camera and record this.
Instead of plain French toast, she upped their game. Instead of the thick Texas toast, which regular French toast uses, she sent a cook to the pantry for three loaves of regular sandwich bread and the jar of Nutella, which none of them had ever heard of. She had them make 42 sandwiches of white bread with a thin layer of Nutella between the slices. When they mixed the milk and eggs, she had them add a small amount of salt and vanilla to the mixture to enhance the flavor.
One oven was started, set to 200° (F) and a large turkey platter was set inside. Whole Nutella sandwiches were dipped in the milk/egg mixture then placed on the oiled hot surface of the griddle. As two boys did that, the third came along and sprinkled cinnamon on the top slice. She pointed out the medium cooking temperature that allowed the egg batter inside the bread to cook thoroughly without burning the outside.
The set-up crew believed they were done and asked Malea if they missed anything. She only had them warm the syrup in the microwave and get pitchers out for the hot coco, that the cooks were yet make.
The process was a wonder to behold. She didn't yell at them, just told them what needed to be done and more importantly the why it was necessary. The boys responded to her methods and breakfast came together.
Frank, Howard, and I sat around the coffee table, so I could continue to take pictures as twenty-one people said the Worth Ranch Grace together and sat down to a hot breakfast.
The three cooks couldn't have been prouder of their accomplishment, and Howard, Frank and I gave them a standing ovation as they brought the food out of the kitchen after grace.
The patrol all sat at the folding table and their chatter was excited at how much better this breakfast was than any they had made before.
It was the best French toast since our trip to Hawaii, maybe even better. The Nutella flavor was a new twist, and the vanilla in the egg batter was there too. The bacon was crisp and still chewy. It was by far the best breakfast I'd ever eaten that was cooked by a Scout patrol.
"Hey Frank, remember the list we gave the camp that included holding cooking classes for teen boys? I think we found our instructor."
During the day I hung several pictures on the living room wall, every visitor that had come with us, would be up there eventually. Today I hung five pictures dated August 28, 1980. Okeke, Benny, and Staci pictured in one group. Brian, Mark, and Frankie pictured standing next to their bikes in another group. Keith and Robert pictured by the pinball game in the rec center. Frank and Kerri at miniature golf in one. And last was Keona and I standing together at the top of the front stairs.
It took a while, but the pictures were finally noticed, and I explained all guests would have their pictures on our living room wall.
At one point, I was alone with Keith for a few minutes. "Keith, can I ask you something a little personal?"
"Sure Papa, what?"
"Last night while watching the movie and Benny was sitting in your lap, and you were, umm, . . ."
"I was playing with his dick."
"Yeah. I didn't want to put it that way, but yeah, ok. I've noticed it a couple times. What is that about?"
"When our parents died in the plane crash, neither of us took it too well, but Benny was really upset, he cried a lot, and he couldn't sleep. That's when he started sleeping with me. One night he had a real bad dream or something and was crying and was real nervous like and I couldn't calm him down. Mom Stone heard us and came into the bedroom.
"She showed me how to hold Benny's penis and slide his foreskin up and down by doing it to me, then told me to do the same thing to Benny. It calmed him down. Calmed us both down actually, and allowed Benny to get to sleep. I was almost asleep too when the best feeling ever came over me. Momma gave me my first orgasm. Benny didn't orgasm back then he was only six. It went on for a few years and slowly stopped.
"I hadn't done that to him for about a year. Then when Mom Stone fell and went to the hospital and died, Benny started directing my hand to his dick again, and I'd rub him and he'd fall asleep. One time, I guess I was doing it harder, and he orgasmed, you know, the dry kind. Since then, sometime he just wants me to help him relax and feel good. Other times he wants me to make him orgasm."
"That's a wonderful story Keith, he's lucky to have such a loving brother."
"Thanks, so if he's ever in your lap, and he will be eventually, and he moves your hand to his dick, that's what he wants. If he says harder, he wants you to give him an orgasm, and that's been happening a lot more often recently."
"Thanks for the warning, I guess."
I had Earl & Gladys come to the house during dinner prep so they could see for themselves the potential of Malea teaching a class of boys. She already had these boys wrapped around her little finger. They were in total agreement and spoke to her while she continued to direct the kitchen. Malea loved the idea and agreed to do it in November.
I staged a photo of my four boys wearing aprons with their naked butts sticking out, looking like they were performing cooking tasks, but smiling at the camera. Malea was in the foreground just pointing. I sent the photo to the camp as quickly as I could get it developed so it could be included in the November Member's Newsletter. The article accompanying the photo was headlined Famous Hawaiian Chef Malea to teach boys' cooking class. It went on to talk about her career in the world famous Duke Kahanamoku's Restaurant in Honolulu.
We didn't have time for a trip to the lake this weekend, but the boys fit most every other activity into their schedule as well as the darts tournament and the very first boys dance class. Watching them dance with other boys, I believed they took the class for that reason, during the slow dances; they would rub their dicks against each other. The ranch held a co-ed dance in the Recreation Center Saturday night so the boys could try out their newfound dancing skills. There were no slow dances played at the dance.
At breakfast Sunday morning, Jeff switched one of the cook's names for Chris who wasn't even a troop member. He was the only boy of Scout age who hadn't had the opportunity to be a cook. Jeff also knew, allowing him to cook with the patrol was a sure way to recruit him into the troop.
Before leaving, I had just the new guests Howard, Linda, Chris Jeff and the five patrol members that were here for the first time, all stand on the front steps for a group picture. Then Mark asked if I would take one of just the Armadillo Patrol. Jeff made sure that Chris was in the picture because he was going to be an Armadillo. Jeff was correct, Chris joined the following Thursday.
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November & December 1980
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November
At the monthly patrol leader's meeting, Scoutmaster Latham brought up an issue. The Armadillo Patrol was doing a great job recruiting new members, but it was making the patrol too large to function as a patrol, and they were still in the local council's fall recruiting drive. "What do you guys think we should do about it?" he asked, letting the boys come up with a solution.
Robert, as the Senior Patrol Leader, led the discussion that lasted fifteen minutes. Bill already knew the answer, but that's not the way Scouting works, it had to be the boys that decided that two patrols should be formed from the Armadillo Patrol. But with eleven, that left one of the new patrols under-manned with only five members. Six is enough to function, but five makes it difficult.
Their solution would be that, hopefully, one of the members from either the Longhorns, or the Chuck Wagons, would transfer to the smaller patrol. If not, the small patrol would get any new members recruited the rest of the year.
The boys did arrive at the logical decision, then the discussion centered on how to split the patrol. Jeff gave his best estimate that Mark, Frankie, Brian, and the new kid Chris, would want to stay together. "But isn't how we split up the patrol's business?"
Scoutmaster Latham answered that Jeff was absolutely correct. That decision was not the patrol leader's to make. He also recommended that both new patrols should come up with new patrol names, so that it wasn't like the Armadillos kicked out several members. He also suggested the four 14-year-old members should divide evenly, but the final decision was theirs.
The next campout was coming up too soon to split now, so the decision how to split could take place on the November campout. That would also allow the two new Patrol Leaders to be elected before the Troop Planning conference in December.
They moved on to the next agenda item.
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The accounting firm reported irregularities in the way Keith and Benny's trust fund was being administered. This automatically triggered a more extensive investigation of all trust funds within the Oswald & Booth portfolio. The case was transferred to the Texas Attorney General's office.
Rumors of the investigation at Oswald and Booth resulted in an exodus of clients and staff. They began laying off the interns and entry-level lawyers, which David was now having passed the bar exam on his first attempt.
David told me that Booth now assumed that it was me that triggered the investigation. Since I was now the foster dad for the boys whose trust fund data had been subpoenaed, whom else could it have been?
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Jeff and Robert had a sit-down with the Armadillo patrol on Friday night after the patrol was all set for the rest of the weekend to discuss the issue of such a large patrol and the suggestion of splitting into two patrols. There was initial resistance; after all, they were all good friends. But Robert and Jeff made the case that other new members recruited this fall would now have some place to go, without being even more overcrowded.
The patrol even experienced the problems of cooking for eleven members during the weekend. The Scout Patrol equipment just wasn't made for such a large group. After a difficult breakfast Saturday, they agreed they needed to split and would decide by dinner how to go about it. But they would remain together as the Armadillos through the weekend. They would take the afternoon to decide the make-up of the new patrols.
In the end, Mark, Frankie, Brian, Chris, and Keith would form one patrol, the remaining members including Jeff the current Patrol Leader would form the other patrol. Both of the new patrols met separately to elect the Patrol Leader and Assistant Patrol Leader, and to come up with their new patrol name.
Jeff was reelected to his position as leader of the new Rattlesnake Patrol and Frankie was elected as the Roadrunner Patrol leader. At their Sunday morning assembly before leaving, they retired the Armadillo Patrol Flag, giving it to the Troop Scribe to be hung on the wall of the meeting room with the collection of the Troop's old patrol flags.
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Now that I was aware of the irregularities in their trusts area, that sent up red flags for me about the other portions of the Probate, Trusts & Estates Department. I called David, who was looking for a job, and hired him to scrutinize their handling of the Stone's estate. He explained the firm's standard operating procedure was to drag out the probate as long as possible, 2 years or more, while continuing to accept the monthly mandated executor fees allowed by law, while doing absolutely no work for the client.
David's job was to watch the firm of Oswald and Booth as they liquidated the estate, re-check every sale of every major asset with a microscope, and do whatever he could to push the closing along. He was hired by another law firm in Dallas to continue what he was doing for me and other clients who had come to them with similar concerns about Oswald and Booth.
I couldn't resist it. I called good old Adam Booth and informed him that I had hired David on behalf of the It's A Boys' Life Foundation, the primary beneficiary of the Stone estate. I could hear the venom in his voice as he tried to convince me he had done nothing wrong. That it was Oswald who directed the brokerage side of their business. Before hanging up I reminded him of the time he denied his intern, David a simple night in a hotel. I explained that treating his employees like shit was the reason I suspected something was wrong, and I confirmed that I was the one who requested Judge Wilson to order the review.
According to David, suddenly the Stone estate liquidation was put on the fast track and complete cooperation and transparency was provided to David. Booth wanted me out of his hair.
The house in Hawaii was transferred into the foundation's name when the new title was issued. Now owning a home near Keona's parents, Keona contacted his brother and gave him permission to enter it and make sure it was taken care of and even rent it out as he saw fit.
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After our trip to Sun Ranch last month, I realized our two Suburbans weren't going to be enough for long. A house that has room for thirty-two, will eventually draw near that number. Thirteen boys, three or more adults, and one cook and granddaughter and one guest for each child, would put us over the limit. Our Suburbans would only fit eighteen. We were going to need a bus. Not like a greyhound, or even a school bus, but a half-size bus, and there's a company in Indiana that makes one that seats twenty-two plus the driver. That and one Suburban and we can fit thirty-two. We'll just have to draw the line at that number for any travel. Or let Malea drive her little car.
I called Andrew, the architect for an emergency design change.
The change turned out to be fairly simple since they hadn't poured the garage foundations. He got the dimensions from the bus company: 130" tall, 400" long, and 100" wide. He designed a garage that sat sideways to the normal garages, he made it the same depth as the others 288" (24'), but it was taller and the giant roll-up door was on the side next to the wall, and since it wouldn't be accessed very often, it was the furthest from the house.
He brought me the new design changes for approval. When I noticed all the extra space inside I suggested using that space for the bicycle storage, he made the change eliminating one garage and adding a regular single garage door for bicycle entry.
The design was updated just in time as they framed the garage floors next and the pool house. More rebar was brought in to reinforce the garage floors, but no water tubes were needed. The garages weren't going to be heated.
Later in November the cement trucks arrived, and arrived, and arrived. They had set up two cement pumping stations. A truck would pull up to each one and begin feeding its load to the pumper. Two crews maned hoses directing the liquid cement within the forms. Each team worked from the far end, meeting in the middle. One man on each crew had a device that he would drop into the freshly poured cement and it would vibrate in the slurry helping settle the concrete and remove any bubbles. Before one truck was done, the next was in position to begin dumping more concrete as the first truck finished its load. The street at times was blocked by as many as four cement trucks most of the day.
Other cement trucks pulled onto the property, drove all the way to the back, and began filling the trench starting at the back working to the front. When that was full, then they filled the pool house foundation, and the garage foundations. We must have had every cement truck in Waco working at our site.
Wayland Powell came down for a while to watch the excitement. Late in the day, it was dry enough to walk on and they brought out a machine that looked like a giant horizontal fan with flat blades that smoothed the concrete. They only used it on the house and the garage floors.
By the time the workers left that day, the entire house and garage foundations were covered with plastic so the concrete wouldn't dry too quickly. This must be where the phrase `exciting as watching concrete dry' comes from, or is that watching paint dry? Whatever, they took a break. After a couple days, they came back and removed all the 2 x 8 forms, then lifted the plastic, sprayed water over the concrete, then disappeared a couple more days.
Next, the framers arrived with more trucks loaded with lumber and other trucks with steel posts and beams. A crane lifted the steel posts out over the slab and lowered them over the bolts sticking up out of the concrete. Two posts, then a cross beam, then a post and another beam. It was fun to watch, but I wasn't allowed on the property. A fence had been erected around the property to keep any curious onlookers out of harm's way. Hard hats were required and they wouldn't give me one. I'm not convinced they knew who I was, other than just a nosy neighbor.
On the residence side of the building, wood framing was taking place. There the ceilings in the rooms would only be 8 feet and the hallway would be 10 feet. Each room was framed much like a conventional house with a low-sloped roof that was hidden behind the faηade. The garages were framed in lumber as well, except the bus garage portion; it got steel beams for the 15-foot ceiling and the tall and heavy roll-up door.
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Our November trip to Sun Ranch seemed low-key as compared to last month with the entire Armadillo patrol. This was the first weekend where Malea would be teaching her cooking class for the `Boys' Weekend' at Sun Ranch. She was actually nervous, not about the cooking; but if they would like her, if she had chosen a dish that was appropriate, was it too difficult, was it too easy, would they even care? Hell, would any boys even want to learn to cook?
At registration, Malea was informed there were nine boys preregistered for the cooking class. I could see the relief on her face that at least nine boys had showed an interest in cooking.
Earl came down to the house Friday night looking for Malea. I sent him on to the kitchen. "Malea, can you handle 12 more?"
"Nine, twelve no big deal," she replied.
"I don't think you understood me, twelve MORE boys. We got twenty-one signed up already as of right now.
"Oh my. I didn't think . . . Can we split the group in half? I can teach it twice."
"Yeah, we have their names and we know where they are staying. We should be able to reach half of them and delay their class. Your class is 2:00, what time do you want the second class?"
"Can we make it 3:30? I'll be done by 4:30.
"If we get any more, could you do it again?"
"I could do one after dinner around 7:00 or Sunday morning at 9:00, but no more than 10 in a class. They won't be able to see and I didn't bring that much food!"
"Any additional food you need, just talk to the cafι, I'll warn them you might need more, anything they carry, you can have; no charge. We haven't seen this many teenage boys in years! This is wonderful!"
All weekend there were boy-centric activities other than Malea's cooking classes and our five were having a good time. None of them signed up for her class since they had access to her any time.
Saturday morning Malea went down to get extra supplies and on the way checked with the office. There indeed had been more signups from those checking in Saturday morning. Earl and Ethyl created a Sunday morning class and had eight more students. Malea proceeded to the cafι for dry spaghetti, sauce, ground sausage, onions, sweet Italian sausages, and loaves of Italian bread and cheddar cheese. She had brought enough of everything else.
2:00 was fast approaching and Malea had all her ingredients ready for her first ten or so students. What she had not planned on was the general rule around camp, even if you don't have a reservation, show up anyway, you'll probably get in. By 2:00, fifteen boys and two girls had arrived for the class.
Not shaken, Malea welcomed everyone inside. She put some of the class inside the kitchen and the rest along the counter hoping everyone would be able to see and began her first demonstration/class.
I stood across the living room with my camera. Malea introduced herself as Chef Malea and asked if anyone knew the most important piece of a naturist's cooking equipment. No one guessed the right item so Malea asked for a volunteer. She had him come forward as she got her hand wet at the sink. She flicked her hand at the boy's groin, sprinkling his dick with cold water. He was surprised and jumped back. "Imagine what that would be like if it had been hot oil splattering from a skillet." She handed him a chef's apron "Here, put this on, sex isn't the only reason you need to wear protection." That brought laughs and giggles from the class.
She put her own apron on and continued the class using her young volunteer as an assistant.
She explained they were going to prepare a complete meal for a family of four. She started by having her helper begin browning the four sweet Italian sausages in a skillet following her instructions. With those over a fire and cooking, starting the sauce was next. She showed a can of common spaghetti sauce from the grocery. "This isn't bad sauce, it's just not worthy of being served on spaghetti in this form. We're going to take this to the next level with the addition of some simple ingredients."
Her assistant then following Malea's instructions went about making the basic sauce into worthy sauce by adding diced onions, minced garlic, and sliced red peppers sautιed in olive oil.
A hand went up. "What is diced, minced, and sautιed?"
"Glad you asked. Allow my young apprentice to show you."
She had forgotten this age group didn't know much about cooking or its terminology.
She demonstrated the techniques, and the assistant completed each of the tasks of dicing, mincing, then at the stove sautιing in olive oil. She then added the ground sausage, and a few other spices to the skillet. When the meat was cooked, the canned sauce was added, "Now we will allow this to simmer for a while. The hand was raised again, "Which means to heat it over a medium heat till it just begins to bubble, then reduce the heat and allow it to continue to bubble." Simmering allows all the flavors to cook together. The hand dropped.
The sausages were browned and they were added to the sauce to simmer till serving time. She had another volunteer come up to prepare the salad. While assistant #1 got the loaf of bread out and made the garlic bread per Chef Malea's instructions, which included the application of butter, garlic bread sprinkle, and shredded cheddar cheese. Then wrapped in aluminum foil and baked in the oven. The last task was cooking the spaghetti to an al dente texture, which describes pasta that is cooked to be firm to the bite, but never mushy.
They boiled the water then added the pasta allowing it to cook at a boil for about 8 minutes. While that happened the salad was completed, and the finished garlic bread was sliced.
Chef Malea warned the next move was the most dangerous of the entire meal, that of draining the pasta. Dumping the heavy pot of boiling water and pasta in the colander should only be done by an adult.
The pasta was moved to a turkey platter, covered in the simmering sauce, surrounded by the four sausages, and topped with parmesan cheese. Served with the salad and sliced garlic bread. They waited while I moved in to take a picture of the two assistants and the meal they had created.
"Everyone grab a fork and a paper plate," she said as she quickly cut the sausages into slices so everyone would get some. She got a large fork and a spoon and served up samples for everyone.
As everyone gathered round to taste the creation, Chef Malea promised the recipe and instructions would be printed in the newsletter.
She thanked everyone for coming and got a round of applause.
Most of the kids filed out a few minutes before 3:00, a couple hung back and started clean up. They asked what they would learn next month. We had to remind them that next month the 4th weekend was Christmas week, and we would not be here. Then they realized they wouldn't either. But they still helped wash dishes and each got a container of the left-over pasta.
With the two helpers, Malea was able to finish clean up, and get her kitchen reset for the class starting at 3:30. Just like the 2:00 class, they started showing up a little early. Again, like the 2:00 class, they kept showing up till thirteen boys and five girls had arrived.
She repeated the class except this time using three assistants, one for salad, one for sausages and garlic bread, and one for the sauce and pasta. A couple of the boys wanted to spice it up a bit for their family, and Malea told them to add anything they wanted, red chili flakes, jalapeno peppers, ghost peppers if they really wanted, hot Italian sausage would spice it up too. The class went well and a second successful meal was prepared.
Afterwards, the younger boy who volunteered and made the sausages and bread hung around. "How do you make pancakes? I want to make pancakes for my new dad." He stated. Malea could have told him right then, even had him make one, but instead, invited him to come back tomorrow morning at 7:30 and he could learn while cooking breakfast for our group, and he could bring his dad with him, and have breakfast with us.
He was so happy as he ran off to return to the main camp.
I told Malea what a wonderful job she had done, and that I was very proud of her. "Do you think your little pancake helper will be back tomorrow?"
"Well, if it's up to him, yes. But it's up to his dad, so we'll have to wait and see if he shows up.
So are we having Spaghetti and sausage for dinner? It looks really good."
"No, just NY strip steaks, broiled Brussels sprouts, and loaded baked potatoes with lemon mousse for dessert."
"You think the kids will eat Brussels sprouts?"
"They will mine, if you don't tell them they're eating Brussels sprouts. Just remember, they're baby cabbages."
Sunday morning I was on the porch with my coffee as usual, when a man and the young boy approached. "My buddy tells me he's supposed to be here to learn how to make pancakes."
"This is the place," I told him. "Let's get you some coffee. I took them inside turning the boy over to Malea and getting a mug for fresh coffee.
"I'm Carl, by the way, the boy is Zachariah, Zac for short. He had a great time yesterday at the cooking class. He said he wanted to learn how to make pancakes." We went back out to the porch. "I'm not much of a cook, I appreciate Malea teaching him. Hell, to be honest I can't cook a damn thing, we eat out all the time or order takeout."
"Where's your wife?"
"I never married, didn't get the chance. Zac's mom was my girlfriend. She had an aortic aneurism at 36, a loving girlfriend and mother one moment, dead the next. The coroner said it was a genetic defect."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, so it must be tough being a single father so suddenly."
"You have no idea! We had a whirlwind romance, we dated for a month, and then she moved in, surprising me with her little bundle of joy. A month later I'm single again, I've got a kid from a prior relationship, and I'm trying to pretend I'm a dad and doing a piss poor job of it. And with a job that keeps me on the road 80% of my time.
No other family to help you?"
"Girlfriend had no family; my parents retired to Costa Rica. I don't know what I'm going to do. So what's your story? How did you come to have the only house at a nudist resort?"
"Well, short story, then: I was a Scoutmaster; a parent abandoned her son leaving me as guardian, so I adopted him. My best friend manipulated me into being a foster dad. Now I have three foster sons. The latest two are brothers and came with this house. I'm building a foster home for hard to place boys, and eventually I'll have up to twelve foster boys."
"Holy shit, I thought I was I was in a tough spot. So Chef Malea is your . . ?"
"She is Chief Operations Officer of my foundation; our chef and house manager. I also have a partner who is our Social Services Director; he serves as teacher and counselor. The foundation's Chairman of the Board is also inside. He's a family court judge and the one who's at fault for all of this."
"How do you have the time?"
"My business did really well, and I retired in September."
"That's my big problem, my job is very demanding and I don't have the time, I have to hire people to take care of him, when I'm gone, and I'm gone a lot, and to pay for the caregivers, I have to work overtime, so I don't have time to even teach him to make fucking pancakes. This weekend is costing me a fortune in lost opportunity."
At that point, he broke down sobbing. "I don't know what to do; this isn't fair to him either!" his frustration boiling over into desperation.
I knew he needed to talk to Judge Wilson, and I went in to get him. I gave Frank the 5,000-foot summary of our conversation and he went outside to meet Carl. I filled the other adults in on what was transpiring on out on the porch. They sat on the porch and talked till they were called for breakfast.
Frank had Carl pull himself together for Zac's sake, they came in for breakfast, and we all acted as if nothing was wrong, but one look at Carl's face, revealed the truth.
Malea and Zac had cooked a traditional pancake breakfast with sausage links and bacon, with fruit. The little guy was so proud of himself as he served the platter of cakes setting them in front of his `dad', trying his best to enamor himself in Carl's eyes. Carl had a hard time looking at him, but did at least tell him what a good job he had done.
Frank asked Frankie and the other kids to keep an eye on Zac this morning as they go about the camp. Frank took Carl to the office to call Phillip at CPS. They were gone an hour, but came back with a plan.
The deceased girlfriend's driver license listed an address in Waco, Carl was going to follow us home today, and surrender Zac to Phillip. Phillip would immediately make an emergency placement with It's A Boys' Life, because of the relationship we have established, while a permanent placement was sought.
Carl, in the meantime would drive back to Austin, pack up the boy's possessions, and return to camp around lunch.
Carl took off for home and the kids, with Zac in tow took off for their day's adventures.
"Where the hell am I going to put him?" I asked when the kids were gone.
Malea calmly commanded me, "You will put him in the trailer. He will sleep with Okeke on her bed."
"Ok, that will work, but I promise, it's only temporary. We'll get you something bigger if it's too crowded."
The reality of the situation was that Carl had no legal right or any responsibility to keep Zac. He wasn't even Zac's guardian. CPS in Austin should have taken custody of Zac when his mother died, but it slipped through a crack.
When Carl returned, he and Frank had a talk with Zac about what was going to happen. His normal exuberance was greatly subdued over lunch, but I don't think he was surprised about it. Even he knew living with paid baby sitters wasn't any way to live, at least he would be moving in with friends. He even chose to ride with Okeke and Benny in the back seat of the Suburban instead of with his `dad' for the trip to McGregor. Frank rode with Carl.
Phillip was waiting at the house for us when we got home. Zac was already in CPS's files due to his mother's misadventure with law enforcement a couple years before. So this would be his second time in the system. Carl unloaded several suitcases, one was Zac's clothing, a second was all his other stuff, and the last two belonged to his deceased mom.
Phillip had Carl sign a release form, and after a hug and a thank you from Zac for the fun weekend, Carl returned to his corporate lifestyle. But Zac seemed happy, he had new friends and he wasn't going to be with a new baby sitter every day.
"Wait a minute. How can I take him, I've only got an emergency license for 3 boys."
"Oh, that not true anymore. Your application was on the final approval desk, and after Frank's call, I dragged the last signatory into work and made them sign off. You're fully approved and licensed for up to 12 foster children. Now let's just hope there's no one that notices your house is busting at the seams and you're using a trailer to house foster children before you get that home you're building across the street opened." I noticed on Zac's paperwork, the address of our home was the one across the street.
Phil and I went through his mom's stuff and found important papers including his report card from his Waco school, immunization records, about $200 in cash in her purse, his current school information, and some photos. We carefully went through her clothing and found another $500 hidden in various pockets. I would put that money in the bank for him.
Monday, Keona took him to McGregor Elementary and registered him in the 4th grade. On Wednesday, Keona met with his teacher for an assessment, Zac was well behind the rest of the class, which was not surprising. She gave Keona, copies of all her lesson plans for the year. We pulled him out of class to be home schooled by Keona with the goal of returning him after Christmas break.
I snuck Zac out for a Doctor's checkup on the day Keona has his morning class at MCC. He's a normal, healthy, nine-year-old little boy. Afterwards, we went on a shopping trip to fill out his wardrobe, the only pants he owned were shorts.
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December
This is when the youth leaders of the troop gather with the Scoutmaster and the assistant Scoutmasters to plan the entire next year's calendar. This includes monthly themes, campout locations, camporees, special council and district events, regular Honor Guard appearances; anything the troop might do during the year.
This year time was spent discussing the Chuck Wagon and Longhorn patrols camping at Sun Ranch. The Armadillo Patrol's campout (now the Road Runners and the Rattlesnake Patrols) had been a rousing success, and both of the other patrols wanted to do a similar camp there too. The idea of doing a troop summer camp there was also suggested, but I think the boy was joking. (He wasn't.)
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Jeffries' Electrical Components patented a new devise similar to my previous one, except this one improved distribution from the 440-volt lines through the transformers on the poles everyone sees every day, to the home as 110-volt power. Every new transformer built today has my component. We added 8 new employees and equipment to manufacture the new components. I can't spend my money fast enough. Even after giving 1.5 million dollars out in bonuses and the capital to expand our production.
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They finished the framing and it's starting to look like a house, a very large house, ok, more like a motel. They put some material that looked like Styrofoam between the studs, then another layer over that on both sides, I was told. Of course, they did the front wall first, completely blocking my view of the progress. I could only see when they worked on the exterior of the front wall. After the foam-like material and wire, they came in with a sprayer, much like what the pool builders use to spray on the gunite. Whatever was applied, it was sprayed on very thick, and a few days later, they applied a second coat.
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School for everyone was going well as we neared the end of the first half. Grades were more than acceptable Keona wouldn't allow anything less. Daily, after school, Malea had snacks ready and Keona is right there making sure homework was done at the dining room table.
The home schooling was going well, the two naked students were enjoying class. Brian has continued to fly through the 6th grade materials, and Zac was doing well and was on schedule to be caught up to his 4th grade classmates well enough to join them after Christmas.
Keona was also doing well in his college classes, which at times conflicted with his teaching. He and the boys were doing about 3½ hours in the morning, then breaking for lunch and reconvening for another two hours. When Keona had his classes in Waco, they would work around it, giving the boys time to do reading or writing assignments and I or Malea would play substitute teacher.
Brian loved learning; he absorbed everything and made teaching him easy. Granted, the material we were covering was intended for children a year younger than he was, perhaps that was partly why it was so easy for him. Zac made his goal, catching up with the 4th grade by December 19th, the day before we would fly to Hawaii. After break, he would return to the classroom with three weeks remaining in the grading period. Brian should still complete the 6th grade by the end of the first semester on January 23rd.
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The Texas Attorney General determined that Oswald and Booth had breached their fiduciary responsibilities to their clients. The internal brokerage that made investments on behalf of any client's trust fund had recorded fees against the trusts for every investment traded. This is normal, but they had made thousands of trades, sometimes more than a hundred in a day for every account.
The Financial Industry Regulatory Authority revoked the Oswald and Booth brokerage license to buy and sell investments. While they could still be the trustee of a fund, they could no longer handle the day-to-day maintenance. The court ordered all funds associated to the Oswald & Booth brokerage transferred to a state controlled brokerage. Funds would now make about 2% APR interest.
Attempting damage control, Oswald and Booth offered the Billingham trust a settlement. Booth agreed to restore the trust fund to its original opening balance plus what averaged out to be 10% APR interest, plus $1 million as a `good will' gesture.
Judge Wilson's court awarded me trusteeship of the account and I immediately had the newly restored balance sent to my broker in San Francisco. When booth had told me the boys would split $20 million when they were 18 that would have been after he continued to suck off funds. With the trust restored and being administered by a trustworthy broker, that number will be closer to $36 million.
As for the estate settlement, we had already received the deed to the property in Hawaii. If the property were ever sold, the proceeds would be paid into the endowment. The cash portion of the endowment was again put with my broker in San Francisco. The final amount was $19 million and change. It seems that the six paintings I claimed from the house had been valued at almost $4 million. David assured me everything had been handled appropriately and more than expeditiously.
Only the proceeds from the endowment could be spent. The fund automatically rolled profits into our operations account that our accountant controlled, thus saving me from having to continue to transfer funds to that account.
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Owning a home in the Kona Region on the Big Island of Hawaii is a good reason to do Christmas vacation there. Having your partner's parents live just four miles away makes it mandatory.
I had booked tickets back in October after finding out we would own it eventually, clearing it with Keona and Malea. I extended the offer of Christmas in Hawaii to the Wilsons and they had accepted. There would be twelve of us on the trip. When Zac was added to the mix, we became 13. Frank had insisted on booking his own family's tickets. I gave Frank our flight information so he could reserve the same flight. After he did, I had his tickets upgraded to first class with the rest of us. As I said, I can't spend the money I have coming in fast enough. The only reason we were able to add Zac, was that it was a first class ticket; coach was sold out.
I refused to do another 4:00 a.m. wakeup to drive to be at the airport by 8:00, I booked two limos through James at Your Service for Friday afternoon right after school let out. I had three rooms at the Hilton where we enjoyed a relaxing dinner then drinks at the lounge later while the kids played in the hotel game room then watched pay per view in one of the rooms. Next morning we partook of the breakfast buffet provided by the executive club level the hotel provided.
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Mika'ele and little Keona who was now 10 met us at the gate as we got off the plane. I had reserved a suburban and an SUV at the airport in Kona, so after picking them up, Mika lead our caravan down the road and up to the largest house in Kealakekua on a secluded cul-de-sac.
I wasn't surprised at all. As Keith had told me, the Stones didn't do anything small, so it only figured they'd have an over the top house in Hawaii. Yet Keith and Benny had never been there, always too busy to make the trip. Mika walked up the front stairs to the front door and handed Keona a single key, explaining he'd had all the locks rekeyed to the same key we told him he could use it for whatever he wanted.
Throwing open the large glass double doors; we entered a huge living room. The windows were open and a gentle breeze had air flowing through the house, typical Hawaiian air conditioning system. In one corner was a fully decorated 8-foot Christmas tree. Around the room were other decorations; something we hadn't even put up at home. We had some decorations, but no tree.
"If any of this looks familiar, you probably saw it on Charlie's Angels. Several scenes of this year's season have been shot here, but some haven't aired yet, so don't be surprised if you see your living room on TV."
"Wow, how did that come about?" I asked.
Bored with adult conversation, the kids had all disappeared upstairs and sounds of laughter were drifting back down to us.
"Back in 1978 the television miniseries Pearl shot several scenes here and other locations around Kona. Pearl was about the events leading up to the attack on Pearl Harbor. It starred Dennis Weaver, Robert Wagner, Angie Dickinson, Brian Dennehy, and a bunch of others. They were the first to film in this house. Then it was sold to the Stone family and they stopped renting it out. When the Stones passed, the location scouts found out I was managing the property.
Interesting tidbit, the whole time the Stones owned the property, it stood vacant; they never stayed here.
"The location scouts contacted us wanting to shoot here again. The show was, Aloha Paradise staring Debbie Reynolds, they shot a lot of scenes here. They have eight episodes that will air starting in February of 1981.
So who takes care of all this?
"Well we handle all the financial aspects of it. Your vacation house already has a nice little nest egg going for it. We charged the production companies $2000 a day with a 5-day minimum.
"One of our part-time plantation employee lives a block away, so we hired him and his wife to take care of this place in their spare time. They clean up after any guests that stay here, so don't worry about washing the sheets or anything. So if you need anything you can contact them, their number is beside the phone. They're the one who stocked your fridge and opened the place up to air out."
"You've had other guests stay here?"
"Yeah, you might call them VIP guests. We charge $3,000 a week, and they don't bat an eye. They don't make a mess, or break things, they're just trying to get away from it all, they love the seclusion, and they share our number with their equally rich friends. The people in this neighborhood are very quiet, mostly older native Hawaiians. They don't like the movie shoots when they run into the night too late, so I bring them coffee to apologize.
"Your fridge is full of fresh food purchased this morning. We didn't get you any meat, other than bacon for breakfast, and you're having dinner at Mom and Dad's tonight."
"This isn't another of their little get-togethers is it?"
"No, just a family dinner, mom's cooking."
"Ok, what time?"
"She said dinner was at 5:00 since she knows how long you all have been awake, so come at like 3:00 or 4:00. I'll try to not get you too drunk."
"Could she use some help?" Malea asked.
"You're Chef Malea aren't you?" She nodded. "I've heard about you, and Mom's been looking forward to meeting you. So sure, I'll trade one little Keona for one chef Malea, just bring him with you to dinner. Just to warn you, you'll probably be bringing him back, he's already planning on spending every night, except Christmas Eve here with your kids."
"He's welcome to stay," Keona assured Mika.
Mika and Malea got up to leave just as seven naked children came clomping down the stairs. I shouldn't have said naked, they were wearing masks, snorkels, and fins. "There's plenty more of those upstairs. I'm sure you can all find a set that will fit you." Mika assured us.
"Oh, and tomorrow, we'll get you down to the marina and take that boat you wanted out for a spin."
"We have a boat?" Brian exclaimed. "Schweet!"
"No, we rented a boat for the two weeks."
"That's still schweet!" he exclaimed.
We explored the house first, Keona and I claimed a king suite upstairs. Frank and Kerri claimed a nearly identical king suite downstairs and we reserved a queen bedroom with a bath for Malea downstairs as well. There were four more bedrooms upstairs. Our upstairs king suite was at the front of the house directly over the front door and part of the porch, it was high enough, that we could see over the small trees and dense shrubbery all the way to the ocean. There was a seating area in front of the windows. We were going to be here 15 nights, school didn't start till January 5th and I could see myself reading and doing some major relaxing in this little hide-away.
We unloaded the luggage. The adults' bags all went to their selected rooms. The kids' bags were left in the living room till they sorted out their sleeping arrangements. Mark and Brian; Frankie and Zac; Keith and Benny; and Staci and Okeke each took one of queen bedrooms, little K became a floater. Well they all floated from room to room. Each night the location of any one child was pure guesswork. It was easier not to care where they slept.
Every night except Christmas Eve, one of the four kid's rooms had three in the bed. For now, they all moved their suitcases to their respective rooms and most of them ended up taking a nap.
The remaining adults continued our exploration of the property. The back patio was a secluded oasis, with a Jacuzzi, a gas fire pit, and large seating area.
I went to get the kids when it was time to go to the plantation house for dinner. Little Keona had laid down with Frankie and was the only one not asleep when I went in to wake them, he was just lying next to Frankie ever so lightly playing with Frankie's dick keeping it at about three quarters hard, so I whispered, "Do that a little harder till he wakes up, it's time to go." He knew exactly what I meant and gripped his dick and slid his hand from root to tip. I moved on to the next room knowing I'd hear when Frankie woke up.
It was his usual vocal orgasm, but what surprised me was there was no mess to clean up, little Keona had seen to that.
Everybody had to dress. The senior Kahaulelio household isn't a clothing optional environment, it strictly clothing required, although Mika's house just behind theirs clothing was seldom worn.
It took a while for the kids to wake up fully, except for Frankie, after an hour's nap but rinsing off their faces in cold water helped them along. We piled into our SUVs and drove the four miles north to the plantation.
First of course were the introductions, most importantly, the introduction of our three newest members, Keith, Benny, and Zac; then Frankie's parents and sister; and Malea's granddaughter Okeke, who they went gaga over.
Keona didn't make the same mistake he made last time we were here, after visiting briefly with his parents he sought out Maliahi, his ex-babysitter/nanny to let her know he was in town for the next couple of weeks, and then quickly returned to the house for dinner.
Mom and Malea put on a wonderful spread but not an overly elaborate one. The fish was fresh as were all the vegetables. The wine was imported, the beer and sodas were local, the dessert was pure Malea, but she didn't take credit. Malea and Mom were fast friends already, and were discussing the menu for Christmas Dinner.
There was lots of catching up over dinner. Keona's sudden decision to move to the mainland, qualifying for his teaching certificate, his current pursuit of his teaching degree, and his teaching Brian and Zac at home. Updates on It's A Boys' Life Home and Foundation, including the endowment we were provided, and the construction currently progressing on our 14,784 square foot home for boys.
After dinner, the kids played outside and the adults drank Keona Select 100% Pure Kona Coffee on the front porch. Knowing how tired we were from our long travel day, they allowed us to go home with one additional little boy, little Keona, his dad had packed a small bag of things for him to take to the Kealakekua house. With our seats full, little Keona chose to sit in his uncle's lap. Mika promised to come down after breakfast and help us get out on the water in our boat.
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Starting our breakfast, Malea found our cabinet stocked with Keona Select Coffee. Malea brewed it, but didn't say anything. I took my first taste, and said, "Oh, this is the good stuff" She was impressed that I knew. Keona expected it.
Mika showed up a little after 9:00 and helped everyone get ready for a day on the water. Malea packed a picnic lunch with a case of water; the kids brought the box of masks, snorkels, and fins; Kerri found the stash of towels; everyone packed a day bag and dressed knowing we would be boarding at the public marina.
Mika asked who wanted to become a certified boat handler. Keona and I stepped up and Kerri pushed Frank forward as well. On the way, we stopped in town, as we still needed a few supplies like copious amounts of sun block and some hats. The boat only came with four adult vests and four youth vests. We had to purchase the additional six, which allowed us to get the smaller sizes for Okeke and Zac.
Our boat was waiting for us is slip B18, the keys were in the marina office. She was a good-looking boat, owned by someone from California who was another once-a-year visitor. We loaded our supplies as well as some Mika had brought along.
The cabin was just forward of the midpoint of the boat. In front of the small cabin was the forward deck that looked like it would comfortably seat all eight kids on the deck for short rides. It wouldn't be very comfortable for long rides with no padding under their butts. Maybe our next store trip we could get some cushions. Getting to that deck was a little tricky, there was only about a 5" ledge to walk on to get around the cabin with limited handholds.
The cabin itself was small; the pilot chair with the wheel surrounded by all the controls for the inboard rear-mounted motor and the radio was of course on the right side. Behind that chair was a 5 cubic foot refrigerator. Across from the fridge was counter space, above that was more storage. Another swivel chair allowed a second person to sit near the pilot with a view out the windshield. There was a narrow opening and a short steep stairs that went down to the bedroom under the front deck. It was a cramped space with two 4" tall, and 18" long windows on either side that did not open. The air vents were in the ceiling. Two padded bench seats followed the shape of the hull ending almost in a sharp point. The table between those seats could be lowered making the area into a bed that would sleep three adults or most of the kids knowing how they liked to sleep all crowded together. A couple kids could even sleep under the bed if need be. The most disgusting part was the portable camping toilet sitting in the corner.
Behind the cabin was a raised platform covered with a cushion. This was the access hatch to the 450 cubic inch Chevy engine. Around the rest of the area were comfortable seats. From the cabin on back, an awning shaded the entire area. It could be partially or fully retracted if we wanted sun.
Those of us that had been here in July knew where we were headed, the small cove where the dolphins hang out, but we hadn't told any of the first-timers where we were going.
Mika, who apparently was very experienced with boats began teach Keona, Frank, and me everything we needed to know about navigating the waters around Kona. As soon as we cleared the harbor, little Keona stood on the front deck to remove his shorts. Mika brought the boat to a stop so all the others could too. They tossed their shorts and shirts back to the parents. We passed sunblock up to them and got everyone's skin protected then got them seated before proceeding. Interesting, I just referred to myself as a parent.
When we pulled into the small cove, he again went in to teaching mode instructing us about anchoring and having to be very careful of any reefs. You are not allowed to anchor touching a reef.
We were having our lunch on the beach. Mika had brought a small inflatable raft in which to place our picnic supplies and swim them up to the beach. We got our beach base station set up and settled in for the day.
"When do we get to ride the fish?" Brian asked.
Before I could answer, Keith tried to correct him, "You don't ride the fish, Brian, but you can swim with them."
"No, last time, we got to ride them," he stated.
Keith looked over at me with a questioning look on his face. I couldn't help but smile. Frank and Kerri now realized where we were, they had heard the story of our first trip and the day we swam with the dolphins in a deserted cove. This was that same cove.
We were early for the dolphins so we decided to go swimming, but first needed to teach Keith, Staci, Zac and Benny how to use a snorkel, Okeke already knew. Turns out Frank and Kerri needed the basic instructions too, as they had never swum with one. With everyone up to speed, we all headed on to the reef, the younger ones elected to keep their life vests on while snorkeling. We also took the raft with us to have a rest station out in the cove.
We looked about at the scores of beautiful fish that called the cove home, so we finally stopped for lunch.
Using the over-turned raft as a table, Malea and company laid out a picnic lunch fit for royalty. Lots of fresh Hawaiian fruits, lunchmeats, crackers, cheeses, white wine, premixed margaritas, beer, sodas, and fruit juice.
Wanting to snorkel in the deeper water, we came up with tethers the young ones could use to allow them to remove their life vests, dive, then retrieve their vest, and use its buoyancy capabilities to relax and rest. All we needed was a length of nylon cord about 8-feet long tied to their wrist and their vest.
As we were making our way back to the area where the water was 6-8 feet deep, the dolphins arrived making their presence known with some spectacular jumps and their unique voices.
We spent the entire day in the cove, each of us got to `ride a dolphin' as Brian put it, several times before they grew tired of playing with us and moved on. Before we knew it, the sun was getting low out west signaling that it was time to head back to the marina. The kids, of course, wanted to spend the night on the boat anchored in the cove.
We did promise that we would try to let them spend a night `camping' in the boat on the water.
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I finally met the house caretakers today. Keona, Frank, and I had a meeting with them and Mika. The money from rentals had been handled by Mika and was sitting in the plantation's account. We agreed to hire the young couple as the house caretakers and pay their salary out of our operations account. The income from the house would also be deposited into that same account. The caretakers would be responsible for advertising and booking the rentals. This would relieve Mika from having to worry about it. We also instructed the caretakers that the Kahaulelio family would have free use of the house for any reason. It's A Boys' Life has two more part-time employees.
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Tuesdays at the Plantation are the busiest as the cruise ship is anchored off-shore of Kona and everyone wants to see the coffee tour, although not everyone tours this plantation. 50% of the week's business takes place on Tuesday. It's all hands on deck and Mika forewarned us he would be occupied both Tuesdays we would be in Hawaii.
Today we loaded the cars and spent the entire day exploring Volcanoes National Park including the visitor's center and hiking around the Kilauea volcano, which last erupted in November of 1979. On the way home, we stopped at Punaluʻu Beach which is another black sand beach. There we saw the large green sea turtles basking on the shore. You're not allowed to pet them though.
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The day before Christmas, we reserved for Christmas shopping. We tried to convince the kids that gifts for adults were not required, and we suggested a limit of $5.00 on any gift between them.
We all went into Kona for Christmas shopping. Even though they all had allowance money, we gave them additional money to buy gifts.
Keith, Benny, Staci, Okeke, and Zac all received the traditional Aloha shirts, outrageous print swimsuits, and a jumbo Hawaiian print beach towel similar to the ones the boys got in July. Staci and Okeke were given choices, Staci wanted a shirt, and Okeke wanted a new simple slipover dress. As often as she wears that dress to school, we got her five different ones so we could enjoy some variety.
Dinner tonight was a full-on traditional Christmas dinner complete with turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, all the traditional components us mainlanders are accustomed to.
"Why tonight?" inquiring kids wanted to know.
"Well, tomorrow you're going to have a traditional Hawaiian Christmas meal and I didn't want any of you to feel you missed out on your normal Christmas dinner.
"What's in a Hawaiian Christmas Dinner?"
"You'll just have to wait for tomorrow to find out. I think you'll enjoy it." Malea told them. Okeke enjoyed her first mainland-style Christmas dinner. She'd never had turkey once before, at Thanksgiving.
After dinner, I detected a lot of pent-up energy among the kids, must be the anticipation of tomorrow and Christmas in Hawaii, I figured. Even the "It's a Wonderful Life" Christmas movie didn't help them settle down and eventually we sent them off to bed.
I couldn't help but notice the similarity on the movie's name to the name of our foundation. I was thinking that would be a good name for another group home.
Noises from upstairs kept reaching our ears and we could trace the patter of feet as they ran from room to room.
Turns out the pent-up energy transformed itself into sexual energy, and the eight elves held their own version of a Christmas Eve orgy.
Okeke, always the promiscuous one decided Zac needed to learn about her vagina. Zac also learned about the orgasm, he felt his world rock for the first time as Okeke rubbed his dick past the point where he thought he would pee, and into a state of nirvana where he orgasmed his first time. After a few minutes for him to recover, she escalated the situation by having him put his hard little pecker in her vagina and talked him through his first sexual intercourse. For him though, two dry orgasms and he was done for the night. Out like a light.
Okeke moved on to where Staci was lying on her back and Keith was filling her hole. Benny was standing there watching when Okeke took his hand and pulled him up on the bed as she climbed up and laid next to Staci. Benny took his ques from his brother and quickly had his hard wiener pulsating in and out of Okeke's bald snatch.
Over in the other room, Mark and Brian were taking advantage of Frankie's willingness to have one penis in his ass and a second penis between his lips.
This was what we saw as we checked on them as we headed to bed as well. Who knows what else they did unsupervised till they finally tired themselves out.
First room we checked we found Zac sound asleep on top of the covers, his penis still `puffy'. Keona lifted him off the bed while I pulled the sheet and bedspread down. Keona put him back and I pulled the sheet back over him. Keona kissed his forehead goodnight; I kissed his lips to see if there were any foreign flavors there. I detected just his flavor.
The next room was the threesome, Mark who was trying to make his dick reach Frankie's throat saw us come in. "Don't worry dad, my turn's next, then it's Brian's turn. We'll try to keep the noise down for you if you want to go to sleep."
I kissed Mark goodnight while Keona interrupted Brian, then we traded places. We weren't sure where to kiss Frankie goodnight, so Keona leaned down and kissed his glans. For lack of a better location, I followed suit, but based on the tightness of his balls, I lingered there a bit longer and his penis slipped between my lips just as he thrust up and ejaculated in my mouth. I held him accepting it all. He couldn't cry out with Mark's penis stuffed in his mouth. I turned to Keona and shared Frankie's semen with him.
Across the hall we found the brothers banging Staci and Okeke. We had to utilize both sides of the bed to give them our kisses. I casually asked, "What happened to Zac?"
Okeke was the one who replied so I assumed it was she who had done him in, "He was sleepy after he had two dry cums."
Mark's comment thinking we needed it quiet turned out to be humorous. After walking through that tween and teen orgy, there was no way we were going straight to sleep.
Keona was harder than I was, so I laid on the edge of the bed and pulled my legs up; let him have my willing ass. A quick application of just a little strawberry lube and he was in me. "Do me hard Keo and make me cum." I told him. "Then we can make love."
He pounded me hard and after that stimulating gauntlet we passed through, neither of us lasted long. He was jamming my happy spot, and made me cum first. My constricted anus sucked his cum right out of him. After a moment for at least a partial recovery, he pulled out and went for a towel. I had made a mess of my whole front side. If I tried to move, it would run off and we'd end up having to change the sheets.
After a quick clean up, he gave me a hand up, and we officially got ready for bed. We didn't want to have to get up later just to brush our teeth.
We returned to bed and it was my turn to make love to my man. With all the time in the world, it took a long time before we were ready to fall asleep. I believe it may have already been Christmas day.
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Thursday was Christmas, the only day of the year the Kahaulelio Plantation was closed. Little Keona did spend Christmas eve with his dad and grandparents at the plantation house, waking early Christmas morning as they did every morning, and opening presents almost before the sun came up.
Malea was up exceptionally early preparing Christmas breakfast, Malea style: fancy, plentiful, and over the top.
We paused her preparations to open our presents so we could be dressed the way we wanted to be. Mom and Dad will be here at 9:00 and we'll need to be clothed from then for the rest of the day.
We were just finishing up when Little Keona came in the front door. "Dad sent me ahead to make sure you were all decent. You look decent to me, but I think he meant to make sure you were all dressed."
Everybody scurried to their rooms to put on their clothes they set out before opening presents.
Mika'ele, and Mom and Dad arrived at our door at as we were returning to the living room. They too had an armload of presents and a breakfast casserole that was added to what Malea was already preparing.
We ate breakfast together then opened the presents for each other.
My gift to everyone was a scuba certification classes commemorated with a scuba diver pendant on a chain. I had already cleared this with the adults. Anyone 10 or over was getting certification classes at the Kona Scuba Shop. Kerri and Malea weren't interested in becoming certified, but agreed to the `discover scuba' dives. Okeke and Zac weren't old enough to dive in the ocean, but could in the practice pool.
Mom, Dad and Mika left before lunch claiming there were still some preparations to take care of. We were told to come over for Christmas dinner at 2:00 p.m. I asked if this was family or one of their typical Hawaiian family gatherings. The last "family gathering was about 40 people." "Well no, this isn't one of those dinners," was the vague reply I was given, so we went expecting something more than just the family, but weren't sure exactly what.
We arrived a little early and had to park halfway down the parking lot. There had to be forty cars already. As we arrived each adult's neck was adorned with an orchid leis. The kids each received a lei of paper flowers in gender specific colors.
There was no band this time, just a DJ playing Hawaiian tunes mixed with Christmas favorites. There were five fires smoldering indicating five imus, which meant five roast pigs, each weighing in at 80 pounds we were told. These would have been started last night sometime.
At 2:30, the DJ indicated that Santa Claus, Kanakaloka (Kan-a-ka-lo-ka), was arriving. Hawaiian tradition is for Kanakaloka to arrive in an outrigger canoe, but with no body of water close enough, an outrigger canoe had been tied to a decorated truck bed and Santa rode in the canoe with a giant bag of gifts.
There were still people arriving. Friends were exchanging gifts with friends they wouldn't otherwise see today, and were choosing seats at one of the long rows of tables set with place settings.
Children were encouraged to come see Santa to get their gift. Each received a carved Koa Wood figurine with some relevance to Hawaiian culture. Keona suggested to our kids, that they could be used as a Christmas ornament.
Mom and Dad sought us out and gave us each another small package, similar to those the children were receiving. "There were only two of these made." Mom said. Inside were matching carvings of Wakea the God of the Sky and of Light and of the Heavens. My eyes watered as I realized the sentiment behind who it was, and how much Wakea had influenced my life.
Around 3:30 p.m., we were invited to gather around the smoldering mound nearest our table for the imu ceremony. Again, the imu is a Hawaiian in-ground oven and the ceremony is the dismantling of all the layers of cloth and leaves exposing the pig cooking within. With the top layers removed, the pig was raised and carried to its designated table where it was cut and shredded for serving.
Serving started at 4:00 p.m. at five separate serving tables. The tables for eating dinner were each 8-feet long with eight place settings. I counted five rows of tables each row had eight tables. Mom and Dad Kahaulelio served over 300 family, friends, and employees Christmas Luau, not just another typical Hawaiian family gathering, but a Kahaulelio tradition.
"You knew how big this was going to be, didn't you?" I asked Keona on the drive home.
"Of course, Mom and Dad's Christmas Luau is legendary, the guest list is a Who's Who of the Big Island. I helped with these for years.
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The scuba instructor had agreed to teach the 10 of us as a closed group. The required knowledge development was four afternoons for 4 hours including the confined water dives in the pool. We did these on Friday and Saturday, skipping Sunday.
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We promised the kids a night on the boat, so Sunday we ate an early dinner. Malea packed us a cold evening snack and a cold breakfast. Mika had a Coleman propane lantern and several sleeping bags he let us borrow, and we took blankets off a couple beds. Keona, and I were taking nine kids `boat camping' up at the same cove where we swam with the dolphins.
We stopped and picked up Little K on the way to the boat harbor.
As primitive as it was, we still had a lot of fun, but for the future, I think I prefer cruise ships with luxury suites. We got to the cove before sunset, but the sun was already touching the horizon, it didn't take long to get dark, using the engine cover as our table, we set out the evening snack. The kids all decided to sleep in the forward bedroom below deck. They managed to get the five smallest kids on the V-shaped bed. The other four slept in the sleeping bags on the floor. Keona and I each slept in a sleeping bag on a cushioned bench under the rear canopy.
There was over half a moon out, and as clear as it was, you could almost read a newspaper. The ocean cooperated and the gentle swaying of the boat assisted our sleeping.
The kids had no problem peeing off the side of the boat, even the girls. No one dared use the camp toilet in the corner of the bedroom, but an early morning swim proved necessary so they could get to the tree line to be able to poop in a hole.
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Monday and Tuesday afternoons were more knowledge development sessions and pool swims in the afternoons.
On Wednesday, we had our first official shallow reef dives. The `discover scuba' non-certification divers get to take these same shallow reef dives. Malea and Kerri, were signed up for the introductory course which met in the morning at the pool, then rendezvoused with us for the open water dive after lunch. Instructors accompanied our group of twelve on two dives that reached a maximum depth of 40 feet.
At the same time, our two youngest, Okeke and Zac, were signed up for the pool-based PADI Seal Team instruction, which is getting to scuba dive, but only in the training pool. Grandma (or mom, depending on which generation you're talking about) Kahaulelio agreed to be the adult with them while the rest of us were out diving on the reef.
Thursday morning, New Year's Day 1981, we all went to the plantation and everyone got to take the coffee tour.
Thursday afternoon, Keona, Frank and I and all the kids over 10, took two more dives, this time to 60 feet. That finished the adult PADI Open Water Diver certification, and the kids all became certified Junior Open Water Divers on the same dives.
Mark, Frankie, and Brian were disappointed they had to wear wetsuits the whole time.
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Friday Jan 2nd we packed up for our evening departure which would get us home Saturday morning, giving the kids the rest of Saturday and Sunday to recover from the jet lag before returning to school on the 5th.
With our scuba lessons taking up our afternoons, our mornings were either used for sightseeing, nude swimming, or just lounging around the house.
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January to April 1981
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January 1981
Zac rejoined the 4th grade on January 5th all caught up with his classmates. Brian completed the 6th grade on January 23rd, now exactly a year behind. He had completed the entire 6th grade in one semester, in exactly ½ of the time a normal school takes. The following Monday, being his first day in the 7th grade, Brian required me to take a new first-day-of-school picture. This time he had made a small sign and held it across his stomach, it read:
1st DAY OF SCHOOL
7th GRADE JAN 1981
His sign prompted me to buy a similar one from McGregor Office Supply. It had a black background and white interchangeable numbers and letters that fit in grooves on the front of the sign. The sign would stand on the ground in front of the student for the mandatory pictures. I still use that sign every year. I also bought a second one to keep at Sun Ranch for the 1st time visitor's photos.
Keona had another week before starting his next set of classes and a new semester of college. But he started in on Brian's 7th grade education with the rest of them.
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While we were in Hawaii, a lot of progress had been made on the new house. When I poked my head in, I could see all the exterior walls had a third coat of a concrete-like material. Now the walls were smooth and mostly vertical. The interior walls, were not nearly as thick, but also had a near finished look. There was a roof in place too, all on top of the steel beams, which were still exposed to the interior. Around the exterior, the roof drains, called canales were installed, and imitation vegas were sticking out like the tree trunks they would have been in a true pueblo-style adobe home.
The front facade that still reminds me of the Alamo was also in place. The porticos were up at least in the front, sheltering the openings that would hold the windows in the bedrooms. The facade and the arched porticos are built differently than the house walls; they were just framed with 2 x 4s, black paper and chicken wire over that and the normal stucco layers. Still no color coat at this point.
I was also having more meetings with Andrew. He would come by and bring samples or catalogs asking for decisions on everything from bathroom fixtures, to ceiling fans. One of the major decisions was doors. I showed him the pictures David had taken of the furniture from the Stone's house. One look and he was able to pull out a catalog and showed me the perfect doors. I never imagined that simple bedroom doors could cost $500 each. But I found out those were cheap, my double 48" French door to my office was $1,800, and the front door was $2,750. Then I had to choose the locksets and pick out handle styles.
On one of Malea's shopping trips, she noticed the independent gas station in town was switching over to a new brand. This necessitated a remodeling, including the interior of the mini-market. Malea went in and purchased all the old shelving. They sold it to her cheap. Their alternative was to pay someone to throw it away. I hired a couple day laborers with their truck. We moved all her shelving to a storage unit; these would be her shelves in the new pantry.
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Phillip called and told me he had a potential placement for Zac. At first, the news shocked me that I might be losing `one of my boys'. But after some introspection, I realized I should be happy for him. He was potentially going to be adopted into a loving family with a brother and a real mom and dad, that's one of the reasons why I'm doing this foster care thing.
They picked him up after school on a Friday returning him Sunday evening. He had a great time; all he could talk about for a couple days was his visit with the new family. Then Phillip called again, the couple wants to adopt Zac.
Zac finished the week with us and again on a Friday they picked him up again, this time for good, unless something went terribly wrong and the adoption didn't go through. It was a difficult good bye for us; Brian seemed confused that he was losing his newest brother. I helped Zac pack up his things and withdrew his money from the bank. Both what CPS had sent us, but also what we found among his mother's effects and included his copy of his brief photo album.
After Zac was gone, Okeke was disappointed over him leaving, but Brian was at a loss to understand how this could happen. He asked why boys could come and go. I tried to explain that boys may come and go, because a foster home was a temporary home; some boys might only stay a night or two, or a year or more. After all the purpose of a foster care home is just to provide a place to stay till a permanent home could be found where the boys could be adopted.
Brian looked like someone had slapped him and he was in shock. "I don't want to be taken away! You and Keo are my daddies! I don't ever want to leave here. THIS is my home!
I looked over at Keona; we'd both been thinking the same thing, that we should adopt Brian. I know I wouldn't ever want to give him up. We called Marjorie Patton and told her we wanted to adopt Brian.
She met with us in her office and explained as politely as possible, that Keona and I, as a gay couple, would never be allowed to adopt Brian. Texas would never allow that. That was just the way it was in 1981. She went on to explain that I as a single man, who already adopted one boy, would probably be able to adopt a second boy easily.
The relationship between Keona and myself would have to be as head of the foundation and employee to get it through all the checks and balances of the adoption machinery. It wouldn't matter that she knew or even Judge Wilson knew. There was just too much public pushback on gay couples at this time.
After all, this is Texas and there is a bunch of bigoted assholes in Texas, even shopping together, Keona and I have been harassed, by rednecks who assume two men shopping together are gay.
As hurtful as her comments were, they were not intended to be, she was only telling us the truth. We were not deterred nor angry with her. She was just being realistic and instructed us to withhold that specific information. We were concerned with Brian's wellbeing. We went forward with just me adopting Brian. As far as the paperwork was concerned, Keona was just the foundation's Social Services Director. Marjorie continued supporting us completely through the adoption process.
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Planning for January's trip to Sun Ranch began the day after we got home from there in November. Malea realized it wasn't fair to the household to hold cooking classes inside the house. She wanted to move them somewhere. She envisioned it like a small bowl-shaped theater, her low in the front with an audience higher in several tiers so everyone could see.
There was no place like that at camp. The only stage in the resort was the bingo hall. We even considered using our porch with her on the ground below them, but Malea didn't want to impose even that much into our get-away time.
One day, sitting in the stands at an intermural basketball game at Isbill Junior High, she realized the perfect solution. She was sitting on it, the retractable gym bleachers. They mount to the wall, and pull out when needed. It could be mounted against the wall at the back of the bingo hall stage and pulled out. The boys, and girls, could sit up there and she could do her cooking demonstration below them on the main floor.
All she had to do was find out where to find them, and then get camp's permission to install them. After the game, she went under the bleachers and found the manufacturer's label. They were in Austin, even better only an hour+ from camp.
She made all her calls in December. She worked out her plan for cooking with the camp and for the installation of the seating, which I agreed to pay for.
She decided that for realism, she would replicate what you would find in a typical apartment or small home kitchen, which is actually, what most of the boys had access to at home.
Malea started looking for a used stove at yard sales, but I didn't want her equipment to break down in the middle of a demonstration and I bought her a new 110-volt, 32-inch stove with an oven, an apartment-sized refrigerator, and two heavy-duty extension cords that could be plugged into different circuits in the building.
The sink was a more difficult problem to solve. At Home Depot, she found a freestanding single sink that you would normally have in your garage next to your washing machine. With a 50-foot garden hose, she could hook it up to a faucet outside, and for the drain found a small travel-trailer holding tank. I added wheels to all four pieces so they could be rolled out of the storage room. For tables she could use the existing tables the bingo players used.
She had a fun time cruising the Goodwill, Salvation Army, and other church related thrift stores around town. For relatively little she completely outfitted her Sun Ranch portable kitchen with all the necessary cooking and baking essentials right down to stirring spoons, spatulas and measuring cups and some small appliances like a blender and a mixer. A couple well-worn roller-suitcases were purchased as well to house everything.
In early January, the camp confirmed the seating was installed and there were students already signed up.
The usual suspects were going along for the weekend, me, Keona, Malea, Okeke, Mark, Brian, Keith, Benny, Frank, Kerri, Frankie, Staci, guests included Chris without his mother and as a surprise, Zac had talked his new family into going with us. We were playing host for them, and offered to let them stay with us. We would take both Suburbans and Zac's family would follow us down in their car.
The Anderson family, Jeff, Amy, Howard, and Diane were also going to be there, but were traveling on their own and staying in their mobile home.
Keona was driving the Suburban with Malea's equipment in it and instead of going to the house, he and his passengers went directly to the Sungo Bingo Hall to unload. There were games in progress and the caller was using the new seating to display the prizes, at least on the two first rows he had pulled out. As quietly as possible, they moved the equipment to the storage room next to the stage.
Zac's brother, Dale was a willing nudist. At check-in he was wearing clothes as was his mom Rose and dad Stan, by the time they arrived at the house both boys exited the car bare-skinned except for their shoes.
Rose and Stan on the other hand weren't quite ready to join the ranks of the naked. Rose changed to what the camp calls a light cover, usually worn to guard against sunburn and was still wearing panties, and Stan went with a small swimsuit, not speedo small, but not board shorts either, both had taken to heart the concept of carrying a towel with them. Stan needed his towel, even with his suit in place, it didn't hide his erections while he was getting used to being around nude people, but no one said a word, which is the way it is among naturists.
Being January, it was already dark when we arrived. The recreation center was open and fully lit up when we drove by, so as soon as beds were claimed and the cars unloaded, the kids took off on the bikes. They utilized all ten of the bicycles we had. I could see it was time to get some more. Zac's new parents just weren't that anxious to leave the house just yet.
That just left the seven of us adults. Malea was doing her usual thing, preparing something delicious in the kitchen for us and the kids as an evening snack, if they got back at a reasonable hour. We sat around the living room getting to know Rose and Stan better. They had been unsuccessful in having another child since Dale was born, and decided to adopt. We were able to give them the complete story of how Zac came to be with us.
The youngest of the bunch came back first Zac, Dale, and Benny. We were watching a movie and Zac and Dale each sought out the lap of one of their parents to snuggle into, Benny decided my lap looked most welcoming.
It didn't take him long, Benny began nudging my hand closer and closer to his groin, finally grabbing my wrist and placed my fingers on his penis. Using my thumb and two fingers, I gripped his foreskin and gently pulled it down then released it, allowing it to slide back up on its own. I could feel Benny's body relaxing and he melted into my lap. I could see why Keith enjoyed this so much.
"Did you just masturbate him to sleep?" Rose asked after several minutes.
"Oh, is he asleep already?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess I did."
"What's with that?"
"That's really Keith's story, but I guess he wouldn't mind me passing it on. Keith and Benny's birth parents died in a fiery plane crash in the Colorado Rockies when Benny was six and Keith was ten. There was a memorial service, but Keith and Benny never got to say good-bye.
Of the two boys, Benny was hardest hit by their passing, and the way Keith was taught to soothe him was what you just saw. Now it's just a comfort thing. He usually seeks out Keith's lap, but since Keith isn't here, I guess he decided to let me do it for him. That was the first time he ever asked me.
"So you've had them how long?"
"Oh, they've only been with us since August. They were being fostered by close friends of the family for the past 4 years till they passed."
"Oh goodness, they've been through two sets of parents! How horrible for them." Rose said wiping a tear from her eye.
"Well, the second set were more like grandparents, they were both in their late 70s when they passed last year.
"Does anybody know where Benny is sleeping?" I asked as a general question. No one seemed to know so I took him to our room and laid him on our bed. Later, Keith took him upstairs.
I guess I should have checked the weekend weather. We awoke to heavy clouds and light sprinkles. By the time breakfast was over, it had progressed to light rain. That didn't stop the kids, they bundled their towels in plastic bags handed out by the camp. They're called t-shirt bags because they resembled muscle style t-shirts. With those, they could walk in the rain and dry off after reaching their destination. Camp etiquette required the removal of shoes before entering any building on rainy days. I reminded the kids that went for the house too.
Malea's new cooking class schedule was 10:00 a.m., 2:00 p.m., and 3:30 p.m. She left the house at 9:00 to have time to assemble her kitchen before class. About 9:30, the rain became a steady hard rain, not a gully washer, but hard enough that all the outdoor activity areas were forced to close, they're either too muddy, or unsafe. I stopped in to see if Malea needed any help preparing for class.
The camp opened the theater at the recreation center and began playing popular movies back-to-back. The TV room started playing cartoons. The SunCraft Lodge discounted all new projects, anything to keep people busy during what they called `A rain delay.'
Malea's class was quickly overrun with unregistered students looking for something to do indoors. Twelve were expected; thirty-eight showed up and many parents tagged along with their children. Our new seating was stretched to the limit and Malea had the adults sit in the Bingo section actually behind her. She increased the food quantity so that all the kids would at least get a taste of what had been prepared. Her helpers were selected from the original twelve that signed up. Since my presence wasn't required, I went back to the house to find a packed house.
With activities closed and our living room stocked with newer movies and a TV better than the camp theater, our kids, and all their friends descended on our living room. My first hint that something was amiss was a line-up of shoes on the porch.
The neat line of pairs of shoes went from the front door, around the corner and down the side porch. Inside, every normal seating space had at least two kids in it, MY recliner had three, and the rest covered the floor. The movie playing was `The Empire Strikes Back' and it looked like three more had been selected and were on top of the VHS player.
Malea returned from another successful cooking class and was just as surprised as I was at the crowded living room. She told me we didn't have enough food to feed this many lunch.
Knowing my plan would take a while, I drove down to the Sunthing To Eat Snack Bar and ordered 40, $3.00 burger combos (Burger, chips and a drink). When he told me my total was $12.00, I suggested he heard me wrong - forty, not four. I told him again I needed 40 of each item. He rang it up again coming up with $60 this time, a move in the right direction, but still not nearly enough. I did the math for the poor guy and charged $120 to my account. Even though there was no other business, it did take a while, but when I returned the smell of the burgers filled the house, and the excitement of all the kids made the wait worthwhile.
The rain continued through most of the day. When Malea left for her 2:00 class, she stopped by the cafι for additional food. Her class was again packed. Some of the kids watching our TV left with her to get a ride. They returned after 3:00, and a few more left to attend the 3:30 class. Heading down to take a few pictures of Malea's class for the newsletter, I saw an opportunity to get Rose and Stan out in the nude world and invited them to ride along in our cart. This was their first real exposure to other nude adults. They were still lightly covered, but I figured it would be good for them. We stayed and helped Malea clean-up and put away her `kitchen' after it was over at 4:30. By the time we departed, the rain had stopped.
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The sun rose brightly Sunday morning. By mid-morning, the ground nearly dried out. All the program areas were open and many people delayed their departures to get involved in at least a couple of activities before leaving.
We finally got the chance to take Rose and Stan on the grand tour in our golf cart. Rose was more relaxed now and had not worn her bikini briefs this morning, but was still wearing the see-through cover. She and Stan confirmed their desire to try total nudity but were having a problem baring it all, so we stopped at the pool.
As we got out of the cart, I lied a little, "No clothing inside the pool enclosure; towels only from here on." Truth was, a cover is allowed, but I wanted to help Rose over that last little obstacle to being nude.
Rose was still hesitant. Stan stripped off his swimsuit and held his hand out for his wife. "Come on dear, you look better than any of those other women."
She scrutinized the people inside the fence. "Said like a true husband. Well, you're mostly right, but, maybe better than 75%." She stood and took the top off and threw it on the seat, "Let's do this!" Rose and Stan strode confidently through the gate followed by Keona and me.
A couple people glanced up to see who had arrived, but no one stared or gawked at us. We selected four lounge chairs and claimed them with our towels and my carry bag. Rose was anxious to get in the water. We played around in the water a while before Keona and I got out taking our places on the lounge chairs. Rose and Stan stayed a bit longer, Stan never straying from Rose's side.
Finally, they joined us at the chairs. Rose looked more relaxed than ever as she dried herself with her towel, then sat gracefully on her lounge, and borrowed the suntan lotion. "I can't believe it took me so long to actually do this. This is actually quite nice, and you're so right, nobody cares."
"Oh, they care. The men are looking, how could they not look at a beautiful woman," Stan told her.
"That's true," I told her. "The men are looking; they're just looking without looking like they're looking . . . Did I say that right? Why do you think they're all wearing sunglasses? The women are all looking too; they're just looking at Stan."
"Then they're looking at you and Keona too." came her retort.
"I think everybody knows we're gay by now."
"That doesn't make you any less of an eye candy, just makes it safe for them to look!"
"Mommy, Daddy!" came twin cries from their son and soon to be son. Dale and Zac came running over. "You made it!" Each boy received a hug from the nearest parent.
"Where have you two been all morning?" She asked.
"We got our names painted on."
"I see that, what else?"
"Then we shot bows and arrows, and threw axes and knives. We're going to go do miniature golf next. Would you and Daddy come with us?"
"Do you gentlemen mind if we go with them?" Rose asked us.
"Well, how about we come with you. I'll take a couple pictures for your photo album if you don't mind."
"Ok, boys let's go."
"We drove over in the cart and caught up with Malea, Okeke, and Benny just outside the entrance. Keona suggested the new family go ahead of us and the five of us would follow. It was fun watching them ahead of us. Anyone who didn't know would have assumed they were a natural family. The two boys even resembled each other.
Before leaving, we took pictures of our first-time guests for our living room wall-of-visitors. Zac had almost qualified in November but didn't actually stay with us. This weekend qualifies him to get on the wall with his new family.
The headline over the article in the Sun Ranch newsletter was `Boys' Weekend Cooking Class Saves Rainy Day' with a title under the picture `New Seating Donated for Demonstration Kitchen'
When I got my photos developed from out January trip, I sent the third set of prints to Zac's new family.
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February 1981
Brian isn't struggling with 7th grade, but it's not a cakewalk as the 6th grade was for him. His progress is not as fast as it was and his homework is taking him longer. He is being challenged by 7th grade material.
Last October, Keith told me he thought Benny would like me making love to him. But he had still not come in asking. Mark warned me one Friday night that Benny just might come calling Saturday morning, he had been borrowing Mark's vibrator the past couple nights and was working up his courage to come ask.
I was lying in bed Saturday morning and could hear the distinct sound their vibrators make, and the soft sounds of their hushed conversation. Having been forewarned, I stayed in bed, making out with Keona. Mark walked in holding Benny's hand.
"Go on Benny, ask him."
"I don't know . . . but Keith said that . . . well . . . that you're really gentle and . . . (his voice trailed off to illegible mumbling)."
"Benny, you have to ask him," Mark said, then whispered in his ear, "Ask him to make love to you. I'll be right here."
Benny looked at me with those cute little eyes of his and blurted out, much louder than he meant to "Daddy-would-you-make-love-to-me?" all in one word.
I rolled over and pulled him into a hug standing there beside the bed. "Nothing would make me happier than to make love to you Benny, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words from you." Maintaining the hug, I pulled him off his feet and up onto the bed next to me.
"Mark, could you bring us a towel?"
Mark slipped to our bathroom quickly bringing back two, and handed me one. "Hey Keona, you got any more of those different positions we could try?"
As I laid the towel on the bed and moved Benny on it, Keona brought a chair over facing away from the bed. "Hop up here Mark, your feet near the edge facing the bed so you can watch your dad and Benny. Keep your feet as wide as possible, and hold on to the chair back."
I now had Benny rolled up on his back and was teasing his anus with my tongue, every so often, pushing the tip just inside him. "Oh that feels good, Dad never did anything like this to me!" he exclaimed.
Our voices brought Keith and Brian in to see what was happening and they got on the bed where Keona sleeps. "That's so HOT seeing someone else doing stuff with him! I hope you don't mind if I watch?" Keith asked. He pushed Brian onto his back and he fell over willingly, pulling his knees up so Keith could reach his anus.
"Squat down Mark and push your butt out as far as you can." The position naturally opened Mark's butt cheeks and stretched his lovely rosebud. The skin over his cheeks was stretched tight and glistened with the lubricant he had already used playing with Benny and the vibrator. His anus winked at Keona as Mark flexed his buttocks. Keona retrieved my lube from the bedside table and applied it liberally to the top half of his dick.
I do love the flavor of the Strawberry lube I buy for them, I thought to myself as I pushed my tongue as deep in Benny's butt hole as I could get.
Keith motioned to get Keona to toss him the lube and it sailed across the bed. He squirted some in his palm and jacked his dick to spread it, dropping the tube next to me. I would need it too in a moment. Keith moved between Brian's upheld legs and thrust his dick in Brian's ass. "Aaaaahh," escaped Brian's mouth as Keith bottomed out against his buttocks.
It could as well have come from Mark, as Keona had taken up the position behind him and had put his penis gently through Mark's anus and reached full penetration about the same time.
Having licked all the lube off Benny I grabbed my tube, and squirted some directly in Benny's butt and across my fingers so I could prepare my own throbbing dick. "Come on Dad; put your penis in me. Please! I need it!" Benny pleaded. He was relaxed and well stretched by Mark's vibrator and my penis slowly pushed in as I watched the skin of his anus engulf my glans. "Oh, oh, oh, he whimpered in quick succession as the corona spread him open as far as I would. It then quickly closed around the shaft under the ridge.
"What's this position called?" Mark asked as Keona was now thrusting upwards then letting himself slide back out.
"It called the Chair Squats. Go ahead; you take over for a while. I'll just stand here." Mark began doing short squats raising up, then falling back down, all the while watching my dick as I slowly penetrated young Benny, who had the biggest smile on his face. "See Benny, I told you he was gentle." Mark said to him, "How is it?"
"This is incredible, it doesn't hurt at all. Keith, why did I wait so long?" He screamed as his whole little body shook in orgasm. Dry still, which means my goal is now to make him cum at least two more times.
"I told you you'd like it Benny, Dad's the best." Brian said. "Oh shit, I'm cumming," he squawked as Keith was now taking full thrusts back and forth in him. While Brian had been just fondling his dick, he was now forcefully masturbating it as it spewed semen on his stomach.
"You're squeezing me Brian! You're butt's clamping down on my dick! Oh fuck, here it comes Brian take my sperm up your fine ass!" Keith stopped thrusting and kneeled at Brian's ass holding Brian thighs tightly against him; his hips jerking forward slightly each time another rope let loose. "You're the second or third best little brother," Keith finally told Brian when he was able to speak again. "I think maybe you and Mark are tied," he said as he leaned over locking lips with Brian.
Brian mumbled something in return, but it was unintelligible with Keith's tongue in his mouth and his lips encumbered by Keith's lips.
Meanwhile the little boy under me was on final approach to his second orgasm. I was holding his wrists up by his ears so he couldn't touch himself, but he pulled free and wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me to his face and started kissing me. I returned his amorous attentions and as my tongue worked between his lips, his second orgasm hit. This time he went totally stiff for several second before all those stiff muscles suddenly went limp. Then his eyes opened and that huge smile returned, as he stared into my eyes. "Do it hard," he whined, and I stepped it up a notch. "Oh yeah. . ."
"My legs are tired Keona, can you. . ." Mark complained.
"Sure thing buddy," Keona said taking control of their coitus allowing Mark to fully squat on his thighs. In this final position I could see the angle of Keona's penis was now directly pounding Mark's prostate. Mark's fingers were gripping the top of the chair hard, his fingers turning white as his fingers tried to press into the wood.
"Oh. . . . . Oh, that's. . . . it. I'm cumming!" Mark declared.
I could see in Keona's eyes that he was right on the edge too, trying to wait till Mark cummed. When Mark's semen shot out through the slats of the chair's back, Keona released what he had been holding back, allowing himself to cum inside Mark.
All eyes were now on me and my little friend. He was the one who had started it all by asking me to make love to him. "Harder Daddy," he shrieked, as he was getting close again. I held his shoulders so my thrusts wouldn't shove his head into the headboard, "Uhh, uhh, uhh, he squeaked with each thrust.
"Here it comes Benny, see if you can feel my cum up inside you," I told him.
"I can feel you Daddy! Uuuuhhhh-uummmmm," was the last sound out of his mouth as his third orgasm crashed over him, burying him under a shroud of sleep. I kissed him again and whispered I loved him.
20 minutes later, we had six of us in the shower.
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The windows were now installed in the residential section, all the doors were framed, and the fake windows in the exterior wall of the kitchen and pantry were created and painted to look like real windows. The large windows in the game room, classroom, and my office were installed.
Andrew finally offered to take us across the street. He introduced us to the project supervisor who was embarrassed for running me off a couple times, not realizing I was the owner. He showed us around. I stood in the middle of the great room. Holy cow, this room is big!
I really like the bedrooms, but looking down the long hallway of room entrances, I realized we'd need names on the doors or numbers like a hotel. No, names, definitely names, not room numbers, well, both would be ok.
I discovered a large hole in the backyard; conveniently, it was located between the house and the pool house. It was of course the pool. I hadn't even realized they had begun work. For the next couple weeks I could hear the whine of the wet saw cutting the stone into shape for the patio.
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Malea had her meal plan in place and was using the same class schedule as last month. She had even written out the recipes in 5th grade, no cooking skills, language, and had 100 copies printed.
The troop had requested that the remaining two patrols be allowed to go to Sun Ranch for a test visit. I agreed to take one patrol each of the next two months. The committee explained that the Troop was seriously considering Sun Ranch for their Summer Camp.
It's not unheard of for a Troop to put on their own summer camp. In the early days of Scouting, there weren't many organized camps, and troops often did their own summer camp program.
After the Armadillo Patrol held their patrol `camp-in' at Sun Ranch, the subject of holding summer camp at Sun Ranch came up at the annual planning conference. It was then forwarded to the troop committee. The parents had weighed in as well, reporting that their boys new feelings about themselves and their naked bodies based on the repeated nude swimming at our pool was a positive improvement.
The last hurdle to overcome was the whole nudist camp stigma and being nude in front of others. We would do that by giving everyone the opportunity to try a weekend at Sun Ranch, before signing up for a whole week.
They settled on the Longhorn Patrol for the February's Boys Weekend. The Patrol Leader's dad was also the Camping Chairman and he wanted to discuss using the camp with the camp director. I reminded him that camp director was a scout term. Sun Ranch had husband/wife owners he would be speaking with.
The Wilsons decided not to attend to give the Longhorns more of a patrol experience and not overrun them with ex-Armadillo members. As it was, three ex-Armadillos, Mark, Brian, and Keith would be there anyway, as would Benny, who was now a member of the new Roadrunner Patrol.
As it turned out, the Wilsons did go after all, the Andersons invited them to stay in their trailer. But in the house, we'd have eight Longhorn patrol members, Assistant scoutmaster Thomas, Gary Carson Sr., and our household of eight.
Gary Jr. and his assistant Patrol Leader met with Malea to go over logistics. This outing would be run the same as the Armadillo outing, except two boys for set-up, three to cook, and three for clean up after the meal. Gary adjusted his duty roster. The patrol would be cooking and cleaning for everyone in the house eighteen of us.
There was no pretext of this being a campout like the Armadillo patrol outing was originally planned, the patrol was assigned two upstairs bedrooms that would sleep twelve. Keona and I would share the main suite. Malea and Okeke would have the mini-suite. The four Roadrunners would have the third room upstairs. The fourth bedroom would be Mr. Carson and Assistant Scoutmaster Thomas, who was going along to satisfy his own curiosity. With bedding provided, the Scouts only needed their uniforms for travel in each direction, and could leave them in the vehicle over the weekend. Only a small overnight bag was required for a light jacket, long pants, their towel, and toiletries. All of the patrol members had already swum naked at the house at least a few times; this would be the test to see if they could handle the out-in-public aspect.
At least that's what the parents believed. They were projecting their adult beliefs, ideology, and morality standards dealing with nudity onto their children. I do believe that if children ruled the world, there would be no clothing. Children aren't afraid of nudity. Just look at any toddler as they gleefully run around wherever their parents will allow them to be naked. We have to teach them to be embarrassed about their bodies and force them to wear clothing. It's a shame really. But it's the world we live in, and I play along, facilitating nudity wherever I can. My pool is a perfect example, before it, summer camp showers were about the only place I saw Scouts naked.
Since it was finished, not counting my own boys, I now see Scouts running through my house naked every weekend they're not at camp, and last summer, it was every day after word got out, and the parents accepted it.
Look at Brian, he was punished and beaten for being naked, and enjoying the feelings his own penis could provide, in the privacy of his own room! That was so sick; his foster mom got what she deserved if you ask me. So here we are today we're going to attempt to hold summer camp where the boys can be naked the entire time! I must be doing my facilitating well.
We took both Suburbans since there were seventeen of us.
In February, it gets dark early and the sun was setting shortly after we departed the church. The patrol had to go through the camp rules thing with Earl and Gladys, then unload the Suburbans and bring the table and chairs in from the garage.
With that accomplished, our four boys offered to give the Longhorns a tour of the Recreation Center.
The adults all met up at the bingo parlor, our group, the Wilsons, and the Andersons. "Aren't you just a little worried about the boys?" Gary Sr. asked.
"Not in the least. This is the safest place I know to let boys be boys. I'll hear if they get in trouble, and I'll deal with it then, but you have to begin to trust them sometime. The Recreation Center closes tonight at 11:00, so they'll be back to the house no later than 11:15. My guys know we play Bingo sometimes and may check before going to the house. Otherwise, they'll go home and put on a movie. We'll see what happens."
What happened was they went back to the house. My guys realizing where we were knew we wouldn't be back till late. They all ended up in one of the Longhorns' bedrooms and it quickly ended up in a sexual experimentation group thing. Not one boy remained a virgin after the experiments ended as each had fucked a patrol member, and been fucked by another member.
Breakfast was prepared completely by three members of the Longhorn Patrol under the watchful eye and direction Chef Malea, she again had helped them up their cooking game
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I can be sneaky too when I want to be. I really wanted the summer camp at the Ranch to work. So last month, as facilitator, I gave Earl a copy of the Summer Camp leader's guide. Since then, I've spent a few evenings on the phone discussing it with him. What the troop would provide vs. what the camp would provide. I also provided a price target of $8.25 per boy per day, that if it were too expensive, the troop wouldn't go for it. I suggested he avoid giving Mr. Carson a price, till after he talked with me.
Shortly after breakfast Saturday morning, Mr. Carson announced he was headed to the office to work on details for summer camp.
Since I wasn't there, I snuck out after dinner and went to the office to talk with Earl about his meeting with Gary Carson, Sr.
"Hey Earl, how did it go with Gary Carson?"
"Hi Allen, Carson was right on time for our appointment. Seems like a nice enough fellow, after some pleasantries, we got down to business. He told me the troop would have in the neighborhood of 30 to 35 boys and 4 adults with the boys ranging in age from 10½ to 17 years old, with the majority of them between 11 and 15.
"He went right for the economic factor telling me about the average income of the member families. He explained what a Boy Scout summer camp is and what it means for the boy to go. Of course, I'd already read that camp leaders guide you gave me, so I listened and tried to look interested.
"Since he was talking about tent camping, I suggested we head on out to the tent camp area so he could see what we have available. I took him in my cart and stopped at the picnic shelter up there. On first glance, he like what he saw, saying the shelter could work for the camp center, and the fire ring would be great for campfires. I did have to warn him that we can be put under no-fire alerts, but not usually during the month of June.
"He went on to point out where he thought the four patrols could camp and the adult area could be. He was also pleased to see we had flush toilets out there too. I told him they were a requirement for our camp accreditation.
"He was looking at taking over a good size area covering several campsites. He also said they'd need some open space for an axe yard and an assembly area, but it looked like the area outside the shelter would work for that.
"From there I drove him around to the various activity areas that are like your merit badge areas at your camp. The SunCraft Lodge where we have leather, basketry, and we recently got a potter's wheel, so we can do pottery merit badge too. We stopped at the Archery range, which is flexible enough that we can move a target back far enough for the archery merit badge shooting requirement. I even told him our staff could teach the merit badges. Our archery range master was a College-level state archery champion."
That's great. What we have learned is only the older boys have the physical strength and ability to master the shooting requirements, so we only allow boys 14 and older to sign up for archery," I told him.
"At the pool, he explained Swimming and Lifesaving were common camp badges, but I don't want to mess up the pool schedule for our other guests, so maybe we could limit the pool classes to 8:00 and 9:30 a.m.
"He told me for Scouts, the nature badges at summer camp are important, but I had to tell him unfortunately, we aren't set up for teaching nature, it's just all around us, but that we do have hiking trails off the property. Well he thought the troop could handle the nature instruction."
"Yeah, our Scoutmaster, Bill Latham is really good with the nature subjects. He loves pointing out the names of plants and trees to the boys."
"When we went by the cafι, he told me how your troop prefers a central feed style of dining. I told him what we could offer was to have the cafι cater the meals, and deliver them in electric warming trays to the picnic shelter. We would provide everything, plates, silver, glasses, drinks in hot or cold insulated servers, even hot coffee for the adults. He declined the coffee, said by breakfast the adults would already be on their second or third cup. He told me they plan to bring a propane stove, but I pointed out the electricity and that they could use an electric pot. He liked that even better."
"That's for sure; we Scout leaders love our morning coffee." I interjected. And that's a great way to handle the food. I was wondering how you were going to handle feeding 35 people."
Earl continued, "Gary said after breakfast the boys would have three merit badge sessions each an hour and 15 minute long with 15 minutes in between. So, classes would start at 8:00, 9:30, and 11:00 a.m. Lunch will be at 12:30. The afternoons are open program. Then dinner will be served at 6:30. More open program till dark. Does that sound right?"
"Absolutely, I assume they would be allowed to use the recreation center or craft lodge in their free time and after dark if they wish?"
"Sure, that's what it's there for. It doesn't sound like your troop will have much on an impact on our activity areas except the morning pool schedule. Not that many people use the pool that early anyway.
"So then I drove him out to the lake. He said canoeing, rowing and small-boat sailing were each 2-hour classes at your camp, and the troop could drive the kids out and back, he said not that many do lakefront badges anyway."
"Yeah, sailing's not that popular, so they tend to take rowing or canoeing, and again those aren't for the young boys. We'll probably only take one trip in the morning and another for free time in the afternoon."
"For your meals, were you thinking similar to what the leader's guide has or something better? Because frankly, that menu sucks. For the price target you gave me, we can provide better meals."
"I'll let you discuss that with Gary, he's in charge, remember, I was never here. . ."
"Do you mind us advertising there's going to be 30 pre-teen and teenage boys here? You know how many people with teenagers that will bring out? It'll be just like the Boys Weekend, teen attendance is up 28%!"
"I'd say just go ahead and do it, don't ask, only three troop families will see it, and we won't care. To be on the safe side, just mention a group of 30 or so boys will be here for the week, don't even mention that they're Scouts."
"The week?" Earl asked. "Gary said they were considering a 13-day stay."
"Oh, I didn't know that decision had been made. I know they were talking about it, but I hadn't heard the decision was final. That certainly is possible; the troop has done it before. I guess I've been so busy with the new home; I've been neglecting the committee meetings. I should go to the next one."
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March 1981
After our little six-way orgy instigated by Benny last month it was as if a switch was flipped. We knew full well the boys were having sex in their room. But if no guests were about, it wasn't unusual to find any two of the boys engaged in one form of sex or another. By the way, Frankie isn't considered a guest; he's just one of the boys. They could go from watching TV, to anal sex in the time it took to get a soda from the fridge.
Even when watching a movie and a particularly suggestive scene played, it could instigate a couple boys or a couple couples of boys into some sex action. Towels became more about catching semen than for discretion.
With the sex out in the open, Okeke was once again an obvious participant. When I asked Malea about her participation, she said Okeke had been sleeping in the boy's room frequently, since shortly after she moved in. She would go to bed in the trailer, but by morning, would be in the boys' room.
It hadn't returned to how it had been on the cruise with a different boy each day coming to our room, but they did much more frequently on Friday or Saturday nights. Keith became a much more frequent visitor, and with Benny's successful session with me, he too came more frequently too. He loved it that anal sex doesn't have to hurt.
They were also getting into the more unusual positions and having Keona coach them.
This openness was also how I lost the last corner of my virginity card, the one where my dick needed to enter a vagina.
I had been napping in the living room one Saturday while the boys were on the troop campout. Keona was out on the patio doing his college homework.
I was having an erotic dream to go with my nap. I'd had dreams like this starting when I was about 14. I was having wonderful sex with a beautiful woman. I'd love to know who this woman was, but it was the same woman every time I had this dream. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm.
In my whole life, I have never had a nocturnal emission, (i.e. a wet dream) where I woke up the next morning with a mess in the bed. I always woke up just as I ejaculated. If I was quick enough, I could close off my urethra by compressing my perineum with my fingers, causing a retrograde ejaculation, completely avoiding a mess.
So as I was thrusting up into this beautiful woman who was on top in today's dream, I realized one small difference today, I could only get about 3" or so of my dick in her vagina. I felt like I was bottoming out inside her.
I awoke just as I started to orgasm. Instinctively, at the last possible moment, I reached for my perineum to control my ejaculation, but my hand hit something and I couldn't reach it. I ejaculated, pumping out several strong spurts of cum. I became more conscious and realized the obstruction was Okeke. My semen had been pumped directly into her cervix.
She had seen me sleeping and noticed my erection. She climbed on the couch and straddled my sleeping body, settling her vagina over my penis. The open tube of lubricant was on the couch.
Malea came into the room at that moment catching Okeke still impaled on my dick and lying on my chest. "Okeke, what have you done to Mr. Allen?" She yelled, somewhat agitated at her granddaughter.
"It's ok Malea," I told her. No one is hurt. Just a little surprised is all." I finally was fully awake and realized exactly what had happened. Malea tried apologizing for Okeke's actions.
I tried to easy Malea's concerns and calm Okeke who was scared by Malea yelling at her. I held her to my chest and rubbed her back. "I'll take care of this Malea, don't worry.
After a few minutes lying there with my nearly flaccid penis still in her vagina, I suggested to Okeke that we both needed a shower. She agreed, and to keep the semen from leaking out, I held her tightly to my chest, and maintained the insertion in her vagina all the way to my shower and took her directly in with me. Only then did I lift her off my penis allowing the semen to drain. I stood her on the bench seat and had her spread her legs.
I used the hand-held attachment on a concentrated setting to flood her vagina with water flushing the semen from her. I then cleaned us both up and had a regular shower together.
I wasn't mad at her, just very surprised. You have to admit it is shocking to awaken to find out you're having sex and just ejaculated in a 9-year-old girl.
It wasn't how I wanted it to happen, but it did. I never intended to have sex with such a young girl, but I did, even though it wasn't my choice.
In that shower, I began the process of teaching Okeke, that just like the boys; she needed to ask first for specifically what she wanted and it was not ok, to have sex with someone who was asleep.
It was a hell of a way to lose the last corner of my virginity card, but at least it was with someone I cared about.
Malea talked with her and found out she has done the same thing to the boys several times. It seems they enjoy the sensation and encouraged her or at least allowed her to that to them. I talked with the boys about her, and Malea worked with Okeke to correct this type of behavior.
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With all the windows installed and the frames of the doors in place, the final layer of the hybrid adobe/stucco could be applied, finishing the walls. My god, it was beautiful, all these months of work was paying off. That continued all month the final coat was applied to the entire house, garages, pool house, and the wall, surrounding the property.
The glass enclosures of the sixteen showers were installed. The toilets all flushed and we had hot and cold running water that to my surprise was working on a recirculating system like in a hotel. Every bedroom had hot water within a few seconds of turning on the faucet.
I asked when I could start bringing in furniture. The project supervisor spoke with the county inspector, and permission was granted for April 1st providing we didn't try to move in, but he would allow the furniture.
I called Harrison Moving and Storage Company and told them to arrange for delivery of the furniture they had been storing for me since late August on April 1st. The move coordinator came out to survey where everything was to go, drawing himself a map. He explained this was necessary for loading the trucks for an efficient unloading process.
I called Miguel Garcia Furniture in Madrid, New Mexico to have him bring everything that was complete. I suggested he and his assistant should depart April 1st and stay overnight somewhere around Abilene or Wichita Falls and I would reimburse them for their rooms. They could easily drive in the next morning on the 2nd. I reserved two rooms at a local hotel for them, the same one where I would eventually buy a luggage rack.
Brian's adoption is well on its way to becoming a reality and I needed to know what type of room arrangements my four boys wanted. Mark's designated room as my (more than just adopted) son was slightly larger, 6-feet wider than a standard room, matching my own room. I suggested several options. 1) Mark and Brian could share Mark's room with a few bed options. 2) Give Brian the room next to Mark's and cut a doorway between them. Or, 3) Brian could have his own separate room. For Keith and Benny the options were similar, just without Mark's larger room.
The discussion took a while, Mark and Brian figured out that if they took two rooms, joined or not, that would reduce the number of bedrooms dedicated to foster children and didn't want to do that. I reminded Brian he wasn't going to be a foster son much longer. I got a huge smile out of him.
Keith and Benny didn't take more than a few moments to decide that they intend to share a room, as they have for so many years already.
I brought up the probability of sleepovers. Then asked how they might affect the bed situation in a room where there were already two boys. The boys didn't see any problem; each room had enough beds for four boys, so that wouldn't be an issue. Mark definitely wanted to resume those at least with Frankie; and Brian wanted to be able to have Chris stay over too.
In the end, Brian and Mark also decided to continue sharing a room. Keith and Benny, having already lived with the furniture they would have, though some additional drawer space would be needed.
I hired an interior decorator firm that specialized in styles that are more masculine. I wanted them on site April 3rd.
By the end of March, the air conditioner contractor had the system up and running as well as the auxiliary cooler unit in the pantry.
The ceilings of the great room and other rooms with the 14-foot ceilings were completed with fake beams and sound dampening insulation between them. The ceiling fans were installed where electrical was already stubbed out.
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The outcome of the Oswald and Booth investigation was a nation-wide industry scandal.
For Oswald and Booth, it was the beginning of the end. Most trust funds were immediately transferred out. The lawsuits concerning the mismanagement of those trusts would potentially take years.
Corporate clients no longer wanted to be associated with the firm and they abandoned ship. Staff lawyers bailed out taking clients with them to other firms. The downtown Dallas office tower was sold to pay the court ordered restitution, fines, and punitive damages, and the remaining firm moved into leased space outside Dallas. With client confidence eroded, by 1983 Oswald and Booth declared Chapter 7 bankruptcy, and in disgrace, went out of business.
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Malea's cooking class for this month was called "You gotta break a few Eggs." She was going to teach the boys how to make omelets.
This month was also the Chuck Wagon Patrol's turn to experience Sun Ranch. Our Camping Chairman, Gary Carson was going along to continue working out the details of what I now had confirmed was our double-session 13-day Summer Camp along with patrol dad/Assistant Scoutmaster Jerry.
The boys of course had a great time. One of them won the Knife Throwing competition, earning him a selection from the prize pool of toys, games, CDs, and models. He chose a model of an F-16 Fighting Falcon jet for his prize.
Our Scoutmaster, Bill Latham, had cornered me and asked if he, Assistant Scoutmaster Thomas, and the four older boys that constituted the leadership corps, could tag along with us in April. I was fine with that; they too needed to know what it was like before summer camp.
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Gary again took off for the office to work out last-minute details for summer camp. He had an updated menu that I looked at and suggested he just let the camp do whatever they wanted, instead of forcing a specific menu. He was also going to work out the final schedule for specific merit badge classes, lake times, and other scheduling item that make a summer camp run smoothly. Jerry just tagged along with the boys as they did their normal thing and ended up with a well-rounded idea of what and where everything was.
He came back with a menu Earl had given him. I recognized that every meal was right off the cafe menu, no special foods, just more of what they normally buy and prepared slightly different for catering. Earl's menu was better than Gary's custom menu and the cost for Gary's menu was higher because they would have had to purchase specific food items just for the Scouts. Gary wisely elected to go with Earl's cafe menu.
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April 1981
April 1st, 8:30 a.m. Harrison Moving and Storage arrived with two medium sized moving trucks. One truck was the five bedroom sets and they parked at the residential end of the building. The other rooms were in a separate truck so they could unload on the opposite end of the building.
Mr. Stone's bedroom set was the first off the truck. It was like Christmas morning, and I was so excited. This set was perfect for Keona and me. Next was Mark's room. One thing I hadn't put much thought into was individual piece location for our two bedrooms. The other bedrooms were all preplanned, so all the furniture was left on moving disks that would allow Keona and me; and Mark and Brian to slide the furniture around our respective rooms.
The other three bedrooms, each piece was precisely located. I could see Keith and Benny were correct; more drawer space would be required in the shared rooms.
The bedroom sets Malea had selected for herself and Okeke were last and had to be walked down the long hallway to their rooms. This set of movers was gone by 10:45. Unpacking went a lot faster than the packing, but they didn't do assembly, leaving the beds a pile of parts on the floor, and the mattresses leaning against the wall.
On the other side of the building, the game room was unloaded first. The pool table came first. The overhead light fixture was placed on top of the table ready for installation directly below the outlet. The queues and que rack were set along the wall. I had the jukebox placed by an outlet along the front wall, with the pinball game next to it. The 20-foot long shuffleboard table went parallel to the long interior wall. The Ping-Pong table was placed with room all around it enough for four players. The foosball table, the air hockey table, the chess/checkers table, and the poker table were placed randomly about the room. The stools were put out at the counter in front of the kitchen.
They brought in boxes of liquor from Stone's bar. Even though I didn't want the bar, they had packed up everything in the bar. I sent the boxes to the kitchen counter, certainly didn't need liquor in the boys' game room.
The den furniture came in next with no designated destination. My plan was to use it to augment all four seating areas. But for now, we put all the pieces in the seating area in front of the large fireplace.
When they got to unloading my office, I stood in the exact place I wanted to sit facing the interior. Looking forward and to the right I could see out into the great room, forward and left was out through a sliding door onto the patio. If I turned my head to the left, I would look out the back windows to the diving board and the waterfall feature of the pool.
The desk was positioned first along with the leather chair and I tested its position. It was perfect; I put the pictures of the original office on the desk and told the men to follow them as closely as possible. They brought the rest of the office in and followed the photos placing the credenza, telephone table, couches, chairs, lamps, even the Navaho floor rug. These guys didn't hang paintings or rugs or light fixtures but they brought them in and positioned them as near as possible.
As soon as the kids got home from school and parked their bikes, they came directly to the Boys' Home, bringing Malea and Okeke with them to see what the rooms looked like. This was their first time in the building.
Mark and Brian were astounded by their twenty-seven by twenty-foot bedroom, minus of course, the bathroom and built in closet. I explained they and Keith and Benny would be getting another chest of drawers, but until then they could use a dresser in one of the unoccupied rooms.
They loved their bathrooms with a walk-in shower with seven-foot tall glass walls and door. All of the showers in the building were similar; there was no ledge around the base of the shower. The clear, tinted glass walls came to the floor and inside the enclosure, the floor sloped gently, almost imperceptivity, to the drain.
Keith and Benny had their choice of a north-facing or south-facing room. The difference was the view; to the north was the back yard and the pool, which ended about three rooms further down, but they could still see the shallow end. The south rooms saw the front courtyard; and beyond was the street. All sides were covered by porticos. Of the six north facing rooms, they chose the room adjoining Keona's and mine.
Malea and Okeke's suite was next. The entrance is off the great room, opening into a 16' x 11' living room. On the west side was Malea's bedroom overlooking the patio and the pool; Okeke's room just overlooked the pool. The two bedrooms were connected by a Jack and Jill bathroom or in this case, a Malea and Okeke bathroom, with a 4 x 6-foot soaking tub, a 4 x 6-foot shower; twin sinks, one on either end with a linen closet between them. Okeke was thrilled as a young child would be, Malea was overcome with emotion, her living room was larger than their apartment in Hawaii; tears wouldn't stop streaking her cheeks. "All of this is for just us?" She couldn't believe it. The furniture she had selected from the Stone house was in place. We hadn't thought about a living room at the time, we'd need to get something. Sounds like another trip to Sears or have Mr. Garcia make something.
I showed them my office next just to show it off. I purposely avoided the game room, I wanted to surprise the kids later. The workers are still working on the house so they can't come over to use it anyway.
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After spending the night of April 1st in Abilene, Miguel Garcia arrived from Madrid (MAD'-rid) in a large rented box truck at 10:30. I showed him and his assistant Jose, the existing bedrooms containing the furniture from the Stone estate.
In Keith and Benny's room, I explained that two boys were sharing this room and needed more drawer space. He looked about the room noting the available space and suggested a chest of drawers would double the available space while only taking up half the floor space of another dresser. I ordered two.
I showed them around the rest of the home where the furniture they had brought would go, and where the nearest doorways were located. In my office, I showed them where I needed some bookcases. Miguel took measurements for the additional order. I needed a place for photo albums. My office was ending up just like Stone's office with its built-in bookcases.
Before they set about their work, they brought in my order of Pipestone dinnerware, well packaged by the store in Santa Fe.
Miguel noticed the seating area consisting of the den furniture and suggested we needed one less seating area. The oversize individual chairs and recliners looked good around the large central coffee table in front of the large fireplace. I had to agree with him and deleted one seating area.
To begin unloading, he moved the truck to the outside entrance to the Classroom. They brought in a second desk like mine, and two small desk sets for students. I was amazed at how closely the two large desks resembled each other. Keona and Brian were already in the room watching the furniture arrive and directed the men as to where things were to be located.
Looking around the room and imagining three more desk in there, we could see the room was much larger than what was needed. The question was what to do with the extra space.
Brian had a great idea, "This is going to be like our quiet workroom, where we could do our homework and other projects in here, like for school and stuff. Mark could even build his models in here." It was the perfect suggestion. It would save our dining table from serving that purpose. Individual tables could be positioned as required. Six-foot tables would be large enough two boys to work together, or one would have room for a large project. I ordered six 6-foot tables and nine additional stools for the class & craft room. That also negated the need for Mark's half table that no longer matched the rest of his furniture.
Walking to the front door to meet their truck, I passed the kitchen counter with its stools. That reminded me that I wanted two more stools for the kitchen for a total of six at the kitchen counter, more for the new order, upping the new stool order now to eleven.
They moved the truck; backing up to the front door to unload the dining room table. The table was unassembled and required an hour to put it together.
Just to show us the complete table they assembled it with the two 4-foot leaves in place. The table was incredibly long, 30-feet with the leaves. They were ready to set it upright, but it was too heavy for the two of them, so we borrowed a couple of the workers from outside. With six of us, picking up the table was still not that easy, but we got it upright and into place.
I use the word magnificent a lot, but it applies here too. This magnificent table is the centerpiece of the Great Room. We brought in the twenty-four chairs, which turned out to be twenty-six through a counting accident, and placed twenty-four of them around the grand dining table after removing the leaves. The other two went to the class & craft room. The leaves were stored in the pantry.
Miguel had finished two of the seating areas. The first one I had them set up was in the corner formed by the pantry and the game room. This living area was to have the TV from Stone's man-cave that was currently sitting on the floor in the game room. I was adding an Atari 2600 video computer system and several games like "Space Invaders", "Asteroids", "Blackjack", "Street Racer", "Night Driver", and "Combat" and the Action Pak which included "Othello", "Dodge 'Em", and "Breakout", that was currently hidden in the garage across the street.
I added a TV stand to the new furniture order that would accommodate the TV, game system, and a library of games.
The second seating area was placed around the fireplace outside the classroom.
The great room has four fireplaces; one is in the corner where the 1st seating area is located. The second is twenty-four feet away along the same wall as the game room, which put it outside the classroom. The third is freestanding towards the back, in front of Malea's bedroom. The last and by far the largest fireplace is part of the massive wall that separates the great room from the residential section. This wall has ten four-foot wide closets facing the residences. The side facing the great room has this 10-foot wide fireplace with a stone mantel across it. There is a ledge two feet above the floor running the length of the wall that also forms the floor of the fireplace. The actual firebox opening is eight feet wide by 6 feet tall, making the top of the firebox 8 feet above the floor. Every one of the ten fireplaces in the home is capable of burning wood or gas. You can even use the gas with its electronic ignition to ignite the wood.
Last furniture to be brought in was the bedroom sets. I had requested four sets for the initially delivery and he had completed five. After bringing in all the pieces, the rest of the afternoon was spent assembling everything, starting with the furniture Harrison had delivered yesterday.
Keona and I spent some time arranging our room. It was obvious to both of us that the seating area would be near the door. Our next major decision was where to place the bed. We ended up choosing under the exterior wall windows. The east view was of the garages so that wasn't very interesting. From our bed, we could see out the north windows to the back yard and just a bit of the pool.
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On April 3rd, the interior decorating firm I hired came out and looked over what we had, and I explained what was still on order. I hired them to complete the decorating and accessorizing the rooms. They did little things like swapping out the generic ceiling light covers in the bedrooms for covers that accented the decor of the rooms. They completed the bedrooms with window treatments, rugs, desk lamps, bedside lamps, alarm clocks, bathroom accessories, and things like clothes hampers and wastebaskets. Malea had already taken care of the linens, she's a serious sale shopper and had purchased complete linen, and towel sets for each bedroom.
The great room was their biggest challenge; they came up with a couple proposals. The one I chose included large planters, three feet wide and ten feet long, that could be moved around if needed. These planters came with mature 6 to 8-foot tall trees that included Umbrella Trees, Weeping Figs, Parlor Palms, Rubber Plants, and Fiddle Leaf Figs. All of which do well indoors. They would break up the large area into the seating areas I envisioned.
I challenged them to come up with room nameplate holders that could be fixed on the wall outside the doors of the bedrooms.
I showed them my office and they spotted the two paintings. "Where are those going?" The designer exclaimed. I was imagining that one would be over the large fireplace in the great room, the other on my office wall. "Oh, no, you can't put such a valuable painting on a hot chimney!"
I sent Miguel and Jose with Malea in their truck to the storage unit and retrieved the shelving Malea purchased at the remodeled AM/PM. After putting the shelves in the pantry, they asked if there was anything else they could do for us. I remembered the clothing rack we salvaged from the Stone's house and had them mount it where it would be behind the front door, once it was open. It didn't take them long, but they had the tools, the hardware, and expertise to do the simple job. I added mounting the pool cue holder on the wall near the pool table, and then had them install the lights above the pool table and the ceiling light in my office. There were lots of little things that a couple handymen could do. They helped Malea arrange the shelving in the pantry, then brought over and set up the last of the new counter top appliances.
With those things done I could think of nothing else for which I needed their help. Miguel and Jose packed up and headed back to Madrid, New Mexico a day early. They estimated the remaining furniture and all the new items would be done in September.
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With our new clothing rack, emergency pants became a relic of history.
I had prepared (remember, Be Prepared, past Scout leader here) for this eventually. While at Hilo Hattie's in Kona over Christmas, I purchased five beautiful Hawaiian print robes. Two were softer white backgrounds with designs in distinctly different colors. They were in Malea's and Okeke's sizes and were from the women/girls section of the store.
In the Men's/Boy's department, I bought the loudest, craziest Hawaiian designs I could find in three distinctly different colors. I dug them out of my closet while Miguel and Jose installed the rack. I hung the robes on the rack from left to right, in order of size.
With those five robes, anyone could now answer the door within the society norms of not being naked when you open the door. Roger was disappointed when he delivered our pizzas, but the kids rarely tied their robes shut and would quickly flash him.
On the other hand, our mail carrier didn't appreciate the nude male form when he needed a signature for a package. To this day, I still don't understand why anyone would object. All children are beautiful at that age.
April 2nd was Benny's 11th birthday. To him, that only meant one thing, he was old enough to join the Scout troop. He has already studied the requirements for the Scout rank and has memorized the Scout Oath and Law. He got a uniform for his birthday.
When the Sun Ranch April Newsletter reached our mailbox, we found a large article indicating a Boys Organization was utilizing Sun Ranch for a two-week summer camp. Thirty or more boys would be camped around Shelter #2 in the tent-camping area June 14 to June 27. Some areas of camp would have schedule impacts, but camp was sure the inconvenience would be minimal. It went on to state that most boys would be first time visitors to Sun Ranch, and asked everyone to please make them feel welcome. Ok, that wasn't true, most of them will have been there at least two nights, but it sounded good.
Earl called me excited several days after the newsletter reached mailboxes, fourteen families, most with teen boys, had signed up for week-long stays across the same two week time period. He just wanted me to know the positive impact the Scouts were having on the Ranch.
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The kids were off school for the week before Easter, but with everything progressing at light speed now, I didn't feel like we could take off for a week, so we only planned a few day trips. We did Six Flags Over Texas, including two nights in Arlington. This allowed us to spend every possible minute in the park. We were there before it opened, and they had to kick us out.
The morning after the park trip we all went shopping again at the restaurant supply we bought from the day Malea and Okeke arrived. Malea wanted a couple additional kitchen appliances and she now had the work island dimensions and could order the stainless steel worktables. She also wanted a smaller version of the ice cream machine for Sun Ranch. They would be delivered the following Tuesday.
We also did a day of sailing on Lake Waco, and another day, visited the Dr. Pepper Museum.
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After the ceilings in the great room were finished, the finish workers arrived. They took care of all of the small details. Things like paint touch ups, and installing the outlet covers, and installed all the ceiling fans in the great room.
I actually had four large original paintings from the mid-1800s. Under the decorator's guidance, they all ended up on the wall that separated the great room from the residential section. Two were placed on either side of the large fireplace, just away from the heat of the chimney. They were the largest ones that had been valued at three and a half of the four million dollars' worth of paintings we had kept as part of the Stone estate settlement. The smaller paintings in Mark's and my bedrooms came up to the other half million. That large wall needed something to fill all that space, and the paintings looked great up there and were the appropriate size for the wall. I had the decorator install four lights that highlighted those paintings.
The decorator also had found sequentially numbered bronze wall plaques that had a number at the top and a place to put a name plaque beneath it. The numbers would correspond with the PA system for the base-stations to individual room announcements. So, room numbers and names, I like it! The size of the space for the names was the same as the office name plaques at Jeffries Electrical, I could order them from McGregor Printing & Office Supply.
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The beds brought from New Mexico, had no mattresses, so Malea stopped at the Sears store to purchase nine queen-size mattress sets, five for the just delivered beds and four for the future delivery not due for several months. She also needed furniture for her living room; a TV and stand, sofa, recliner, coffee table, lamps, and Okeke needed a small desk for when she wanted to work in her room. All of that was designated for delivery, ASAP.
The interior decorator crew showed up late in the month with box truck. A small one, but they brought in a lot of stuff. Rugs were by far the most common item. There were more than 30 based on the pile in the truck. They had several large planters that really broke up the great room. Each seating area had a segregated feel as if you were alone in the room. The large greenery also deadened sounds in the room making it much quieter. The four bedrooms that had no furniture received boxes of everything that the other bedrooms received and a rolled up rug, the rooms with furniture, everything was placed where it belonged. Malea delivered the linens she had purchased in each room, and made the beds where there were beds that could be made.
The lead designer rolled up the rug on my office floor, and replaced it with a similar looking rug. She explained to me that both rugs in my office were authentic Navaho rugs woven by hand in the 1830 to 1850 timeframe. One was already on the wall of my office, so the one from the floor went to the great room wall by seating area 1. When I asked what they were worth, she explained that without an appraisal she couldn't be positive, but in the neighborhood of $10,000 to $20,000 each. The one she put on my floor was only worth $300.
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Our April trip to Sun Ranch was again similar to the February and March trips, just this time it was Scoutmaster Bill, Assistant Scoutmaster Thomas and the four members of the leadership corps. The only one who had been here before was the Senior Patrol leader, Robert.
With only a few guests the Wilsons were again staying with us, so we would have 18 going to camp, which allowed us to make it with both Suburbans.
Malea had declared that the leadership corps would be the kitchen crew for the trip and had Robert at the house for a pre-trip planning meeting. She was definitely upping their cooking game by requiring specific things be included in the menu. But really nothing she wouldn't have cooked for us anyway.
As we checked in, and in the initial hours around the house, I notice one of the boys, Evan, was definitely uncomfortable. He was the last to appear nude, and he constantly used his hands or his towel to hide his genitals. I realized Evan had never swum at the house either. This was his first time naked in front of peers other than the school gym or camp showers. I suggested to Robert that he take his group to the pool for a swim. My experience so far with boys becoming accustomed to nudity, is that the swimming pool has a way making it easier for the boy. I told Bill what and why I had done that as the boys were leaving. He decided to go with them; they were after all, the group he worked most closely with, so this would be a different kind of bonding experience with them.
When they got back, everyone was laughing and joking around, Evan's towel was over his shoulder, and he was no longer trying to hide. They were even talking about some of the naked bodies they had seen at the pool. Bill was attempting to curtail any criticism of other's bodies. Bill was right of course, but some people just shouldn't be nudists. Some things you can't unsee.
Malea did something a little different for her cooking class. She taught the boys how to make meat loaf. Not a difficult recipe, but the baking time far exceeded the class time. So she cheated as they do on cooking shows. 20-minutes before class started, she put a prepared-ahead-of-time meatloaf she had made into the oven. For the class she went through all the preparations, then explained the baking process. The meatloaf they made, was put in the refrigerator for the next class, and the now fully baked one was removed from the oven for class sampling.
She required the leadership corps to attend her 3:30 p.m. cooking class and selected the three new boys as her helpers. They made a triple recipe to produce three meat loafs, and they would be cooked later at the house for our dinner.
Bill and Mr. Thomas met with Earl to talk over a couple things they weren't sure about, including horseback rides. Earl hadn't figured in the additional cost of horse rides, that subject was just now being raised for the first time. It's not like he can discount it much, the horses belong to a vendor and he sets the price. The troop was going to have to pay more, if they wanted the horse rides included. Earl did drop the price down to $10 per rider. The troop had no recourse but to accept; horse rides are part of summer camp.
Earl and I discussed it and I asked him to work with the wrangler and see if he could do something special for the troop to upgrade the troop to the Chuck Wagon ride on a day they don't normally do one, instead of the regular trail ride.
Earl got back to me Saturday night. The wrangler offered to upgrade the troop to the Chuck Wagon ride for an additional $11.00 each. I told Earl to schedule it and I would pay the additional fee. Let the troop pay the already discounted $10 fee, then when they get here tell them a horse-loving ex-Boy Scout upgraded them to the Chuck Wagon ride. I told him he was not to mention my name.
Over Sunday morning coffee, Bill asked me, "What are you going to do during summer camp?"
I thought about it a few seconds, "Well I'm not going to be one of the in-camp adults if that's what you're asking."
"That would be funny. Make you come all the out here and have you sleep in a tent with this beautiful house right here."
"I hadn't thought much about it. I've been so focused on building the new home." I said giving him an open-ended opportunity.
"Would you be interested in teaching a couple merit badges or skill awards?"
"Any specific merit badges you need help with?"
"Yeah, First Aid. I'm doing the Nature-based based badges and none of the other guys have time or inclination to take it on, you're trained, I have your certification on our roster. We could also use you for Wilderness Survival.
"What do I know about wilderness survival? My idea of barely surviving any more would be staying at a Howard Johnson's, I much prefer the Hyatt Regency."
"You can't bull-shit me Allen, 5 years as a Scoutmaster you've seen plenty of overnight shelters."
"I know I'm trying to make you work for it."
"Our recruiting is doing well; we'll have a bunch of new boys that need skill award work too."
"I just don't want to be too close to my boys, I want the away-from-the-parents camp experience for them."
"That's fine. You stay here in the lap of luxury, with your own chef cooking gourmet meals and making coffee like this, and I'll send you boys for specific instruction."
"How about sex education?" I asked
"Holy shit, where did that come from?"
"Simple enough question for you. How many 14 or 15-year-old fathers do you want in the troop?"
"None, obviously," Scoutmaster Bill replied.
"Well we are encouraging nudity; I think we should promote safe usage of the tools that nudity exposes. I know for an absolute fact that Mark, Brian, and Frankie are not virgins. And I would bet that older boys in the troop have at least participated in mutual masturbation if not anal sex.
Have you seen the movie `Blue Lagoon'? It's the story of two children who grow up with no adults around and no sex education, but still managed to produce a baby just doing what comes naturally. Nature will find a way, Bill."
"Who would teach that?"
"Kerri Wilson, Frank's wife. She's done an excellent job teaching our bunch. If you don't believe me, ask Robert privately."
"What does she teach?"
"Everything they won't let the school teach. Again, if you don't believe me how good she is, ask Mark when a girl's safe days are in her menstrual cycle."
"Shit, I didn't even know there was a menstrual cycle till after I was married."
"Then maybe you should attend one of her classes."
"I probably would if I sent the Scouts to it. I'd need to be prepared for follow-on questions."
"Uh huh."
"Hey, if you're going to be here during summer camp, can I come by for some decent coffee occasionally?"
"Are you suggesting that this coffee is only decent?"
"NO! Not at all, it's some of the best coffee I've ever had."
"You know where we get it?"
"Not a clue."
"Keona's brother in Kona, Hawaii. This is their premium coffee, I'll show you the bag when we go inside. This is named after him."
"So are you going to answer my question?"
"If you can come by for coffee?"
"No, if you'll teach those merit badges and skill awards?"
"Fine, I'll teach them, but I'll do it here at the house, you have to send them to me, and give me some sort of a schedule."
"Done, and thanks."
"And yes, you can come for coffee, I still like to get up early and sit out here on the porch. Like we're doing right now."
"I'd take you up on that, but then I'd miss camp awakening."
"Valid point. How about I bring you a travel mug of coffee and we watch camp awaken together. I'll leave when breakfast starts."
"Thanks, I'd like that."
"And I'll get to do my favorite thing at scout camp."
Noise was beginning to seep out into my front-porch domain indicating the Leadership Corps was making breakfast, so we went in to watch the show as Malea wrapped these older boys around her little finger.
Later Sunday, I saw Bill had cornered Keona in a conversation that had Bill's Scout Handbook involved. I moved closer so I could hear. Bill was convincing Keona to be a merit badge counselor too. Knowing he was a teacher, he was convincing him to take on Reading and Scholarship merit badges. Way to go Bill, start slow, get him hooked and start reeling him in. In a year, he'll be an Assistant Scoutmaster.
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When we returned from Sun Ranch, I noticed the doors on the home had been installed and new trenches had fresh concrete out front of the building, I then remembered the artist's concept drawing, there was a three to five-foot wall that meandered about forming a large, enclosed front courtyard with an arched eight-foot entry way with a half door. They were also closing off the space between the house and the west wall of the property, but leaving access through a second large gate, but without a driveway. The east side had a graded and framed sixteen-foot wide driveway that was awaiting the cement trucks.
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The monthly board meeting was held for the first time in the new building. We used the converted den seating area for our meeting. The primary discussion was the official opening of It's A Boys' Life Home for Boys.
Phillip, as the CPS liaison, informed us that May is National Foster Care Month and the 4th is National Foster Care Day. He wanted to do a media event on the 4th. He had spoken to the county inspector and the Certificate of Occupancy could be signed off on that day. The project supervisor said only landscaping work would remain. The news crews of CBS, NBC, and ABC have all said they would film short segments for the news that night, then would return for our Grand Opening.
This didn't help us any really, it was more of a promotion for the Foster Care system, and they needed some good news to share.
I hadn't given any thought to a Grand Opening, and Phillip went on to tell us his idea for a ribbon cutting ceremony with local officials and other activities including a huge surprise.
We scheduled the grand opening on Saturday, May 16, 1981.
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May 1981
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The final required inspection was passed, and the Certificate of Occupancy was granted in a ceremony on May 4th, National Foster Care Day. The 4th was a Monday and we waited till the kids got home from school to hold the event for the cameras so they could be included in the ceremony. The three local affiliates news services all came as they had promised and I gave three separate interviews in addition to the presentation of the certificate. Our moving in began Tuesday.
Keona was still working with Brian, it didn't look like he would be able to finish the 7th grade by the last day of regular school, but they were still working toward it.
Therefore, it was up to Malea and me to move the household. I started in the garage where a lot of junk was stored. A lot of this should be thrown out, but now wasn't the time to go through it, I just put it in the back of the Suburban, moved it across the street, and unload it into the storage room. Some interesting memories were stirred when I moved the two boxes belonging to Mark marked `Keep?' and `Models'. The garage didn't even take a whole day to move.
Malea boxed up stuff she was taking from the kitchen, and left other things in the cupboards and drawers. As soon as the kids had gone off to school, Keona and Brian moved the home school from the dining room table in our old house to the new classroom.
Malea and I moved the kitchen to the new house, this included items for the pantry and everything in the refrigerator and freezer. We were an efficient team and had the old kitchen cleared out before lunch. From now on, meals would be either take out, or prepared in the new kitchen. Tonight the boys were to do their final packing of everything in their rooms and Wednesday evening and Thursday evening before the Scout meeting, they could unpack. Friday night they had a troop campout.
I took down Mark's model of the Millennium Falcon and put it in his new room. I removed about half of the water from Splotch and Freckles home transferring it to a 5-gallon jug. Now, the aquarium only weighed about 70 pounds, I tried moving it, but it was still too heavy. I took another 1½ gallons out removing another 12 pounds and by covering the top with Saran-Wrap, I successfully got them across the street and into Mark's room. After bringing the stand and restoring the aquarium atop it, I was able to refill the aquarium with the salvaged water, restoring Splotch and Freckles' environment. We can still move it if Mark and Brian don't like where I put it.
Tuesday night was our last meal in our old house. It was a take-out barbecue dinner spread out on our old dining room table with paper plates and plastic dinnerware. Afterwards, everyone packed up his or her room. Tonight was our last night in the old house. The kids left out only their clothes for school tomorrow.
Breakfast the next morning was across the street after getting dressed and ready for school. I asked each to carry one box to their new bedrooms on their way to eat.
While the kids were in school Wednesday, I started moving boxes. Using a dolly, I could get three boxes per trip.
Also on Wednesday, the concrete trucks showed up pouring the driveway that went back to the garages and the circular drive out front with the small parking lot, and the walkway up to the door. I had to go up the west side and in through the game room exterior door to avoid the wet concrete.
Keona made a run to a teacher supply store. He wanted his classroom to have a real `school' feel to it. He bought a white board that uses those dry, erasable markers. It was also on wheels so it could be moved around as needed. He also purchased posters and other stuff normally found in a classroom.
When the kids got home from school, I intercepted them and had them park their bikes in the old garage and walk around the fresh cement. Now the unpacking could began.
Malea's kitchen wasn't ready yet, so I had a fun thought and decided to order Pizza for dinner, as long as Roger could deliver. It seemed appropriate for him to be our first delivery. The kids got the majority of their stuff put away in their new bedrooms, and spent their first night in the home.
When Roger delivered the pizza, Mark made him come in to see the new home. They ended up touring the house naked and the tour included a stop in Mark's bedroom.
This place IS a home already. Where I lived before wasn't a home for most of the time I lived there, it was just the house I lived in.
I see that now. It only started to become a home when Mark came to live with me, then progressed when Brian arrived, and even more when Keona moved in. Malea and Okeke were an interesting addition rounded us out adding the female persuasion to the home. Could I have gotten along with a male cook? Yes, probably, but she and Okeke are good for the boys. Some future boys may need a mother figure or a sister to talk to.
My house had order and neatness. My home has family and chaos.
There was still one bedroom in the new home that was unfurnished, the guest room. It was the smallest room in the building. It's the same size as Malea or Okeke's bedroom, but not if you subtract the size of the bathroom. I wanted to keep it more like a hotel room for temporary guests, so no dresser, or sofa, just a bed, a nightstand, a chair, and a place to put a suitcase. Thursday, we moved the queen bed from Keith and Benny's room, and my old recliner from the living room to the new guest room. Now I just need to find one of those folding suitcase holders all hotels have.
Thursday evening was Malea's first dinner from her new kitchen. The eight of us sat down at our new dining table and ate the wonderful meal she prepared as a family. Yeah, I like having Malea around, she brings balance in this male centric household.
Friday after dinner, all the boys left with the troop for a weekend campout.
The landscapers were still finishing up in front. A backhoe with an auger attachment dug a 3½-foot deep hole inside the courtyard. It was filled with concrete and a thirty-five foot flagpole with an eagle on top was installed. Native plants were put in and rock filled in around them. There would be no lawn to water or mow.
With the boys gone to camp, I took a drive to the old McGregor Motel on Hwy. 317. The place is old by today's standards, but it was clean. I chatted up the desk clerk who tried to act 17, but was probably more like 15. "So you know those folding luggage racks you have in every room?"
"Yeah, we got those."
"Do they ever go missing and you have to replace them?"
"Yeah, all the time, after hair dryers, they're the most stolen hardware item in the room."
"Really, I didn't realize that. So you keep some in stock for when then that happens."
"Yeah, I think we just got some in last week. Why?"
"I need one for a guest room in my home. Could I buy one from you?" I emphasized the word `you.' "What do those things cost?
"They're cheap when you buy them 10-at-a-time, they're like $8.00. But I'm sorry; I don't have a way to sell one. You could rent a room and you could just take one. Our housekeeper would just replace it, no one would ever know."
"Thanks for the suggestion, but I wouldn't feel right if I did that. How about I just give you $20 for one, and you can do whatever with the cash."
He glanced around as if he was looking for someone. The place was deserted even though it was Friday afternoon. "Yeah, I guess I could do that." He scurried into a supply room and brought one of the wood folding ones. I doubted it even cost the $8.00 he claimed. I handed him the $20 bill and he handed me the rack. "Thanks man," he said. He didn't do anything with the bill till after I left. I was quite sure it didn't go into the cash drawer. But I had my rack, and I didn't have to steal it.
Saturday night, while Staci was at a sleepover at her friend's house, Keo and I invited the Wilson's over for dinner at the home, but told them to meet us at the old house.
"Hi, welcome, come on in!" I said as the Wilson's came to the front door.
"I'm surprised you told us to meet you here, I thought you already moved across the street?" Frank replied.
"Yeah, well we have. But there's a bunch of stuff still here that we just don't need any more, and we thought you might want some of it. We're about to call the Goodwill and have it all taken away."
"You're giving away your nearly new recliner sofa? You just got that a few months ago."
"Yeah, I said forlornly, "it just doesn't fit the new dιcor, and I bought it in March of last year, so it's over a year old."
"Wow, was it that long ago already? You've had Mark for 14 months now?"
"Yeah it was, and what a hectic 14 months it's been. It's been busier than when I started up Jeffries' Electrical, but I wouldn't trade these 14 months for anything.
"Anyway, I thought you could look around and see if there's anything you could use, like over here. . ." I said, leading them to the boys' room. "We bought this bedroom set the same weekend I bought the sofa. I thought that maybe Frankie might want it. He helped pick it out. . .
"I'll bet Frankie would love this bedroom set for his new bedroom." I added.
"What new bedroom?" Kerri asked.
"This one. And over here is Staci's new room. They will still have to share a bath, and Staci will need a bed. Your room is back here."
"Ok, I see what you're doing here, it is nice, and I'm sure Frankie and Staci would love to live here, but . . ." Frank tried to say.
I cut him off, "You have no business still living in a two bedroom house. Isn't it about time for an upgrade? Those kids of yours must getting tired of each other by now."
"Oh, you know it, Allen," Kerri said. They're at each other's throats half the time. At least they stopped complaining about each other's nudity, now that they're nudists. But yes, space is a problem."
"When I first brought up building a foster home, Mark was adamantly against anything that would move us away from Frankie or the troop. I got Mark to go along with moving across the street after I promised I would get you to move Frankie into this house."
Boom, I dropped the bomb on them. There was a moment of silence.
"I'm not sure I could afford a house in this neighborhood, especially one with such a nice pool and patio."
"You don't have to afford it, I'm going to quit claim it to you.
"Frank, Kerri, your friendship means the world to me. Frankie means the world to Mark, and Brian. The kids love Staci. You know I can afford this, so don't give me any shit. We want you as our neighbor. We want you to live in this house.
"Sell your place, pay off the mortgage, hopefully put a little in the bank, and move in here. It's free and clear, all you'll owe is the taxes and insurance."
"I. . . I don't know what to say."
"It's not that hard, just say `OK'"
"Ok."
"Good, glad that's settled. Malea has dinner ready for us across the street let's go. You can come back after dinner and look around, decide what you want to keep and what to give away. I think we got everything out of here already.
Malea prepared a wonderful meal and didn't even yell at me for making her hold it for us.
During the weekend, I brought the game system over that was hidden in the old garage, got the TV out of the game room, and got it hooked up. I even played my first video game.
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Russ called shortly after we moved in. The kids were in school and Keona and Brian were busy in the classroom. He asked if I would go somewhere with him for a couple hours. Russ is a unique character to say the least, but he is well intentioned. He hates anyone who would ever hurt a child. He's also one of the board members of It's A Boys' Life Foundation, so I agreed to go with him. He came to pick me up, fortunately in his truck and not on his Harley.
We went west out of McGregor to a gun range near Gatesville. As we walked out to the pistol range, I asked, "Why are we here?"
"You're going to be responsible for the safety and lives of 15 kids. Some of them will be with you because they were removed from their parent's home, or the parent was put in jail for some reason. Parents who have been forcibly separated from their children are angry. Angry at the police, angry at CPS, and angry at whoever has their children. You never can tell when some wacko might try to get to one of the boys. You need to be able to protect the home from intruders.
At the 50-foot range, he brought out his collection of pistols, a variety of semi-automatic and revolvers.
"Ever fire one of these?" he asked.
"Nope," I said shaking my head.
"Ok, let's start with one of the smaller ones." He picked up a 22 cal. Ruger with a 6" bull barrel. "You know how to aim one?"
"I've fired the 22 cal. rifles at Scout camp."
"That's good, the principle's the same." He showed me how to hold it with a two-handed grip, explained how to squeeze the trigger. "This gun is heavy, and is a small caliber, so it has almost no kick to it, go ahead, and give it a try."
I've seen enough TV shows to know how to put a clip in and did so successfully. He showed me how to release the slide to chamber a round, and how to release the safety. I pointed at the target that was a silhouette of a large, angry-looking man, pointing a gun at me.
He was right, there was very little kick, and I easily returned my aim to the target. "Not bad, you winged him on the right side, our right, not his. Now try three shots in succession.
I did as instructed. The three shots all hit the paper, but were widely scattered.
"I want you to practice firing three shots each time, and concentrate on your sight alignment. My next three weren't as fast, but weren't as scattered either. I tried it again, but only two shots fired. "Your clip is empty. This pistol's clip only holds nine rounds. Change clips and try again.
We did that several more times going through twenty-two clips that he reloaded as I fired three at a time. Each time, my three shot groupings were getting tighter and more centered. We blew through 200 rounds of the inexpensive 22-cal. ammunition, mostly for the practice of firing a pistol.
"Good, you're becoming consistent," he finally said, "But there's a problem with the 22. The bullet is so light; it can ricochet off a rib or other bone and not do enough damage. If your assailant is big enough, the 22 may only piss him off, not stop him. I want you to try the Smith & Wesson, K-38 Masterpiece revolver.
He showed me the basic operation, loading, cocking, single-action, and double-action firing. "Don't ever expect to hit anything if you're shooting double-action," he told me. I tried single action and did pretty well on my first three. I cocked it for the 4th shot and tried double action for the 5th and 6th rounds. #4 hit the target. #s 5 & 6 missed the paper completely. "The Masterpiece isn't as heavy as the Ruger, and has a heavier bullet, so the kick is more noticeable, but not that bad, you just have to get back on target after each shot." It's slower to fire three round groupings. Russ had me run through 36 rounds. Reloading is a pain in the ass too; I wouldn't want to be in a shootout with a revolver. On the other hand, I had my best groupings with it.
"Moving on, this next pistol is the Smith & Wesson Model 59, a 9 mm semi-automatic with a 14-round clip." He put one round in the chamber and closed the slide, then inserted the clip. "Here you go, 15 rounds. Give it a go.
It was a smooth weapon, the kick was about the same as the K-38, but with a shorter barrel, my groups were a little larger but still within the target. I liked the faster operation and I was able to get back on target quickly. I ran through a box of 50 rounds.
"The last pistol I brought today is the M15 .45 ACP pistol developed for U.S. Army officers. It has more firepower than you need, but the stopping power is the best of the bunch.
It was loud and had a major kick to it. I could still get back on target faster than the revolver, almost as fast as the 9 mm. The clip only held 7 rounds, but as Russ so aptly put it, any one hit would put an intruder down.
I ran through a couple clips and killed the angry man on my target many times over.
"So what do you think?"
"I want to try the 9 mm again. We loaded a couple more clips and I fired them at the target 50-feet away. "I like this one." I declared.
"Excellent choice," Russ stated. "Now stand up and put your arms straight out from your sides."
"What?"
"Just do it. You know you're not supposed to ask questions so close to Christmas."
"Russ, it's May. Christmas isn't for seven months."
"Yeah, close enough."
I stood and held my arms out. He pulled out a tape measure and measured from fingertip to fingertip. "71 inches, ok, you can drop your arms."
We packed everything up and headed back to McGregor. "You know my feelings about protecting children, well my buddies in the Harley group are like-minded citizens and we have a house warming gift for you, we want you to have your very own version of the pistol you liked today. One of our group is a licensed firearms dealer, and we took up a collection. He's going to order one for you.
"Won't I need to keep it in a safe?"
"A safe is only necessary if you're trying to protect the firearm. This firearm is to help you protect your home and your boys. If you need it and it's locked in a safe, the intruder will kill you before you can get the safe open."
"But how will I keep it safe from the kids?"
"Don't worry about it, that's another part of our gift.
Russ and one of his friends came back a week later carrying a nice looking shelf that at least in color, matched my furniture.
"This is for your office, where you want it?" It would fit perfectly just below the Navajo wall hanging to the left of the sliding glass door going out onto the patio. They kicked me out of my office while they installed the shelf. For effect, they took some picture frames from around the room, put them on the shelf, and called me to return.
I looked at their handy work and was impressed. The shelf looked great there, above the credenza and below the rug.
"Ok, now walk up in front of the shelf," Russ instructed. "Reach out so you can touch both ends." Slightly confused, I had to extend my arms fully to reach both ends of the shelf. "Now feel around for a slight depression on both ends." I moved my fingers around and located identical depressions in the wood.
"Ok, found them."
"Those are buttons, press them gently."
I pressed and heard a click and felt what I thought was movement. "Step back," Russ said.
I did, and low and behold, the entire underside of the shelf, which was like crown molding, had dropped down revealing a brand new Smith & Wesson Model 59, two clips and a box of ammunition.
"Go on, take it out," Russ encouraged.
My mind went back to my training at the range. First thing, when you pick up a firearm, is to prove it isn't loaded. I removed the pistol from its inset location, pointed it at the ceiling, and pressed the clip release button. A loaded clip fell into my hand. I then racked the slide. Much to my surprise a round ejected onto the floor.
"Sorry about that Allen, that was a test to see if you remembered your safety training. But that is exactly how you will store that pistol, fully loaded, with a round in the chamber. If there is a problem, you don't want to draw attention to yourself by having to rack the slide to load it. All you want to do is pull back on the hammer, release the safety, and be able to fire. By the way, I'm not as dumb as I look, this round you ejected, was a dummy in case you failed the safety check."
"Thanks, I guess. But really, I do thank you and your guys. I just hope I never need this."
"That's the hope of every gun owner."
Russ had the real 15th round in his pocket, which he handed to me. I put it in the chamber, released the slide, let the hammer down, and then slid the clip in. I put it back into its custom cutout and lifted the shelf till it clicked into place. It looked like an ordinary picture shelf again. "Wow, that's awesome, thank you!"
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I have to admit I've been messing with the boys. The door to the game room has never been opened in their presence. I wanted to see how long it would take them to notice. They've even played video games and watched TV right outside not 10 feet away from the closed double door entryway. They were away on a troop campout the first weekend we were in the new house, and school was keeping them busy, but I thought they would find it sooner. It took a week and a half.
I was just returning to the great room from the residential wing when there was a scream that would have awakened the dead. "HOLY SHIT, guys! Get in here, QUICK!" The other boys who were seated around the video game quickly responded scrambling to their feet and running to the open doorway. I walked in behind them and switched on the overhead lights.
They stood there transfixed just staring around the room. "Is this the stuff from Dad's basement?" Keith asked.
"Sure is," I replied.
"How long has this been here?" Mark demanded.
"Oh, this was actually the first furniture off the trucks on April 1st."
"And you didn't tell us?"
"Well, you couldn't use it till we moved in, and I wanted to see how long it would take you to find it. It took you exactly one week."
"Last weekend doesn't count, we were at camp."
"Ok, 5 days then. I'm still surprised."
"Are we allowed to play in here?" Benny asked.
"Of course, this is your game room."
"Cool, we weren't allow in Dad's basement."
"All I ask is that you play nice and take care of the equipment."
"Who wants to play Ping Pong?" Benny challenged.
That was my other question I had. What game would they play first?
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The walls surrounding the front yard appear to be done. The landscaping looks finished to me. The news crews have confirmed their attendance.
I haven't found even the slightest thing to complain about for three days now, although Malea is keeping a separate list. A party company came out this morning and draped the entire front like a used car lot in those little triangular flags that flutter in the wind.
Phillip has been here all morning and Marjorie just arrived and gave me a big smile. She arrived with Frank Wilson.
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To start the ceremonial opening, the Scout Troop's honor guard marched forward in formation and raised the American flag over our new home.
Phillip acted as the Master of Ceremonies. VIPs were introduced, The Board of Directors, Andrew our building's architect, and the construction supervisor. Our first foster success story, Zac with his new family was there as well and was introduced.
No politician will ever turn down the opportunity to be in front of a news camera and the Mayor of McGregor is no different. He did manage to constrain his speech to about a minute before Brian cut the ribbon across the arched entry to the courtyard and the walkway to the front door. I led them forward and invited them inside, opening the front door. "Welcome to It's A Boys' Life Home for Boys."
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I started the tour in the residential section showing a typical room each boy would have. I explained it was only neat because this room was waiting for a new boy to be assigned. Each of the twelve identical rooms will have the same furnishing, except when brothers want to share a room, and then we added additional storage.
I talked about the in-floor heating system and the central air conditioning. I only pointed out the guest room and our Chief Operations Officer's suite as we passed by it. All rooms had their doors propped open for today.
Now in the Great Room and I pointed out the three existing seating areas and where one more would be.
We went out to the back patio and the pool. Big John was out there to take over the tour and show off his company's products, he had a stack of business cards in his hand and was passing them out, and then we came back to my office. There, Judge Wilson was wearing his court robes and sitting behind my desk. "I hope you don't mind Allen, I've commandeered your office for a brief official ceremony."
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Judge Wilson commanded our attention, "Mr. Jeffries, Brian please come and stand before this desk." I was confused for a moment, but recognized the situation from when I went through Mark's adoption ceremony. Sure enough, Marjorie was right up front with a folder. I took Brian's hand and we walked happily to the desk.
"Mr. Jeffries, who would you like to have stand with you today?" Judge Wilson asked.
That was a new question not asked before. It stumped me for only a second. There was only one man I wanted with me, Keona. Then the light came on.
"Yes, your Honor, I would like Keona Okalani, Brian's instructor, and my business partner to stand with me."
"Mr. Okalani, please come forward and stand next to Brian." Keona gladly came up next to Brian and took his hand.
The clerk stood. "Mr. Jeffries, Mr. Okalani, Brian, please raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"I do." We all answered.
Judge Wilson began the formal questions, "Do you, as the boy's father, affirm that you understand that an adoption is a permanent, lifelong commitment?"
Those words were the same, but he didn't use my name like last time.
"I do." I stated loud and clear for all to hear. I glanced at Keona and saw his lips moving, forming the same response silently.
Judge Wilson continued, "And that you are totally and completely responsible for the child from this day forward."
"I am," I answered again and Keona likewise, only his lips moving.
"Brian, do you affirm your desire for this adoption to proceed?"
"Oh yes sir, Mr. Wilson! I sure do . . . I mean Judge Wilson."
"Do you wish to be known from this day forward as Brian Jeffries?"
"Yes sir, and I'd like to fix my middle name too. I would like to be Brian Okalani Jeffries." He KNEW ABOUT THIS! He was prepared with that answer. My eyes were leaking now, my tears falling freely.
"That's a very unusual name Brian where did that come from?"
"I want to honor my friend and teacher. It's Hawaiian sir, it means Great Teacher."
Brian totally made that up, but it couldn't have made Keona or me any prouder.
"Mr. Jeffries, Mr. Okalani do you have any objection to his request?
"No your honor," we said beaming with pride.
"So noted, name on the birth certificate will read Brian Okalani Jeffries."
Judge Wilson went through the rest of the official witness statements and questions.
"Then it is with great pleasure that I sign this Decree of Adoption to finalize the adoption of Brian Okalani Jeffries, by Mr. Allen Jeffries. . ." the sounds stopped coming from his mouth but Frank's lips continued to move for another second.
The applause and hearty congratulations, of everyone in the room broke the silence of the end of the ceremony.
Brian looked up at me still holding my hand tugging gently. I looked down at him expectantly, "Hi Dad!"
I dropped to one knee and wrapped him in a hug, "Hello son."
He turned to Keona, and said the same thing.
Frank rose and removed the black robe he wore while holding court. The people in the great room applauded as we exited the office. They had seen the ceremony on the television in the corner of the room that had been hooked up by one of the TV crew technicians.
I continued the tour through the class and craft room, and the game room, finally ending up at the most important room in the house, the kitchen, and Chef Malea for the reception.
After the crowd left, it was just us, the Pattons and the Wilsons remaining. Frank brought us the formal decree he had signed at the desk. "I thought you two might want to see this. He held it out for us to see. Where it said adopted by was two lines. Under the top line was printed Father, under the lower line was printed Mother. Mr. Allen Jeffries was written on the top line. On the bottom line, Frank had struck the word Mother and written in Father and Mr. Keona Okalani was written on the line. Brian had officially been adopted by us both.
That was why Frank's lips continued to move. "It's one of the first official adoptions by two fathers in the state of Texas." Frank explained.
For our safety, the adoption record was sealed by the court.
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Our spring recruiting events at the Elementary and Junior High schools this year were very successful. We recruit in the 5th and 6th grades, and saw two 11-year-old boys join in March. Both were friends of Benny, and joined Frankie's patrol bringing them up to seven members. They have both been to the house swimming already, and went on the April and May troop campouts, but joined too late for the Sun Ranch outing.
Our last recruiting event in May was even better, we saw the troop grow with four new boys, one already 11 and three who would be eligible as of their 5th grade graduation day. For these four, their first campout in Scouting will be a 13-day summer camp.
This situation happens every year. Boys who are 10½ years old, and have graduated from the 5th grade can join the Boy Scout program. That would only give them 9 days to get ready to go, so the troop cheats a little for them and allows them to attend troop meeting starting as soon as they are recruited in May. May's troop meetings are all about getting ready for summer camp anyway.
This year we also made sure that they knew they were joining a troop who embraced nudity among the troop members and scheduled a nude swim party at our house.
We have warned the prospective families that our boys all like to swim nude and this year's summer camp is at a nudist resort. For one couple that wasn't to their liking and we referred them to the other Scout troop in town.
Something we noticed with most of this year's recruits was that they already knew about the nude swimming, they had friends in the troop and wanted to join too. Some of their parents didn't know till we told them. Then we heard the same thing repeatedly from their dads; when they were young, nude swimming was the norm, not the exception. They were happy to find their sons could enjoy the same freedom.
Scoutmaster Bill pulled Mark aside at the Thursday troop meeting before his birthday in May. He told Mark about a new pilot program for first year Scouts. The way it worked was that one patrol was set aside for all new 10 or 11 year-old boys that joined the troop. They would not elect a Patrol Leader; the troop would provide a leader called a Troop Guide to act as the Patrol Leader.
The Patrol Guide's job is to teach the basic Scouting skills to be a successful patrol member and to help them advance to 1st Class so the boy could graduate to one of the more advanced patrols. If a Scout still wasn't 1st Class after a year he would graduate anyway.
He asked Mark to be the Troop Guide for Troop 12.
Mark asked who would be in the patrol to start, and was told Benny, the two new boys, that joined in March, and any new boys currently being recruited which appeared to be the four new boys.
Mark was torn, he wanted the job, but his best friend and all his brothers were in the Roadrunner Patrol. If he left the Roadrunners, they would go down to only 4 members.
Scoutmaster Bill soothed his fears, the Chuck Wagon patrol had recruited a new older boy giving them nine members, and two were willing to move to Frankie's patrol bringing it up to six.
So the new first year patrol potentially would have seven members plus the Patrol Guide and Troop 12 would have 39 boys at summer camp.
Mark accepted the position which made him part of the Patrol Leaders' Council. The announcement of the new patrol and roster changes was made at the close of the meeting Mark was presented with a prototype of the new Troop Guide leadership position patch for his uniform.
Now all Mark had to do was to come up with an appropriate patrol name. Something that indicated they were the new Scouts, but like the other patrols were true Texas Scouts. I offered to help him.
We sat at the dining room table to work on his list of
patrol names. His list had four names:
Calves (young longhorns)
Armadillo Pups
Horned Lizards
Texas Rangers (State Police, not baseball players)
We tried several iterations of those names, the bull calves, young lizards, little lizards, young Texas rangers, little Texas rangers, little rangers, new Texas rangers. We brainstormed writing down anything we could think of.
The trouble with Texas rangers is that they are a professional baseball team, and a little league team here is town is also called rangers. But if you left out Texas, they could be the Young Rangers or the Little Rangers.
Mark was focusing in on the Horned Lizards, till I told him they were better known as horny toads. That steered him towards Young Lizards or Little Lizards.
The list got longer with new additions or variations, and got shorter as some were eliminated.
The list narrowed to Young Bulls and Little Lizards. Then with a stroke of his pen, the decision was made. They would be the Little Lizards.
"Can you explain that decision?"
He said, "It cute in a little kid way, but is insulting enough to make the members want to graduate to another patrol. And I get to be the head horny toad."
I reached over into his lap and grabbed his penis, "You are horny, and you have an erection!"
He knocked my hand away, "Yes I do, but not for long." He took off for the bathroom by the front door masturbating his erection along the way.
"I didn't need to see that!" Malea shouted at him as he ran past the kitchen.
"Sorry `bout that, blame Dad!" he replied.
She looked over at me and I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no clue what he was talking about.
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I knew we should have skipped this weekend. Sun Ranch was absolutely packed. Not only was it Memorial Day weekend, but it was Boys Weekend as well. On top of that, Saturday was Mark's 14th Birthday and his 1-year anniversary as my son.
Good thing I put in dinner reservations for Saturday night last month.
Every one of our kids brought a guest; including the Wilson kids. Okeke was the only one who did not. We came in right on the limit of fitting everybody in both Suburbans again and the kids took care of dividing themselves among the rooms and beds.
Part of my job was to inform Earl of the troop's final head count 39 Boys and 4 Adults. Plus Keona, Malea, Okeke, and I would be staying in the house, but not eating with the troop.
"There's a little problem with your horse rides, I don't know what I was thinking, we don't have 43 horses; we only have 30." Earl told me.
"Ok, not a big deal, we can just go half and half on back-to-back days."
The 30-horse limit wasn't important for the troop to know yet, since they weren't going on the trail ride anyway. That detail could be passed on when they switch to the breakfast ride during the weekend between the two weeks.
Malea did four cooking classes with so many boys in camp. The cooking classes are getting more popular with the young ladies as well. Seems a lot of them aren't learning to cook at home either. The ratio of boys to girls is now running 60/40. We don't count the adults that attend, they stand around the sides and back, but there are more of them than ever before. Even with her class limit of ten boys, she's averaging eighteen in all the classes. But her new demonstration kitchen handles them well.
The camp started new bicycle trail rides this weekend. The insurance company allowed them as long as they were led by an adult, the trails did not exceed an 8° slope, and speeds were kept below that of a dive-bombing Kamikaze. Brand new trail bikes and safety equipment were purchased by the camp. Clothing requirements were the same as the horse rides.
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June 1981
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The last day of school was June 4th for our public schools, but not for Brian. He was disappointed, but knew it wasn't going to happen. He still had about a month of home schooling to go.
But summer camp was in a week, what to do about it was the question. Brian wanted to go to camp, but he wanted to finish 7th grade sooner, rather than later. So he asked if Keona would continue his lessons during summer camp, in place of taking merit badge classes.
Wanting to give Brian at least some opportunities to earn merit badges, they negotiated a settlement where Brian would do schoolwork during the first two merit badge class times 8:00 a.m. to 10:45 a.m. every weekday.
Keona graduated from MCC with his Bachelor's in Teaching, but school is not over for him, he plans to take additional courses in counseling. He chose not to attend the graduation ceremony. He said it seemed silly for someone who was 34.
The 4th was also a Thursday and was troop meeting night. All the new Scouts were moved around and the new patrol, the Little Lizards was introduced. Two Chuck Wagon members switched and became Roadrunners.
The three 5th graders who were not yet 11, were now eligible to join Scouting and we turned in their already filled out applications making them official.
On Saturday, the Little Lizard patrol was coming to a swim party with their parents and siblings. We also invited the Patrol Leaders, the leadership corps, and the camp adult leaders. I made sure everyone was aware that nudity was all but expected from the Scouts without really saying it that way, and their siblings, but clothing was optional as a last resort. I made it clear that nude adults would attend. Everyone invited seemed ok with what we were doing.
This was the first formal pool party at the new It's A Boys' Life Home. We've had many of the boys over for swimming already, but as an organized party this was the first. We had the Patrol Leaders and leadership groups arrive at 10:30, the new Scout families was asked to arrive at 11:00.
The boys were all on time or even a little early. Everyone was excited about getting to see the new home without all the cameras and the crowd, and to see it in its natural state with nude bodies running around. By 10:45 we had nine adults and 15 kids. All naked and awaiting the new Scouts, well not really waiting, they were in the pool already, playing with the variety of pool toys. Looking over the bunch, I realized one of the leadership corps boys had never been here before, I went over and spoke with him.
"Evan!" I called waving him to come to the side. "I just realized this is your first time swimming with us."
"Yes it is, Mr. Jeffries. Until I went up to camp with you and the leadership corps, I didn't think I could get naked in front of others, so I always found an excuse. Turns out, I was just being stupid. This is great, I love swimming nude. My dad told me when he was growing up he always swam naked, and now I get to, too. My mom's having to adjust too; she's seeing me naked occasionally at home too."
The new Scouts started arriving just before 11:00. The first family arrived at the front door. I can see who's out there now through the sidelights, there was a nude family, mom, dad, our new Scout, his two younger sisters, and his 3-year-old brother. "Hi. I hope you don't mind, we left our clothes in the car. We figured it would be easier to find them when we're ready to leave."
"No, it's fine, come on in. Welcome to It's a Boys' Life Home for Boys!" I noticed she had brought a casserole dish of something. "What's this?" I asked.
"Oh, just a little something to add to lunch, I figured starting at 11:00 it won't take long for the boys to get hungry."
"So right you are; the kitchen's right around the corner."
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as they entered the great room. "This is your house?"
"Yes, and a foster home for up to twelve boys, although I only have two at the moment. I'll be giving tours later. This is Malea, she's coordinating lunch," as we dropped off her dish. "Let's go on out the back to the patio," as I directed them through the great room.
The front parking spots only hold three cars and they filled quickly. The other families parked down the driveway and came in from that direction to the pool and patio.
Every new family showed up. When the last arrived, Keona and I could dress like the rest of them. All totaled our first pool party had 21 adults and 28 youth from toddlers through 16 year-olds. We even had one set of Grandparents who were thrilled there was a place their grandchild could swim nude. Several of them must have coordinated before arriving because they brought food to share.
Each family that arrived was introduced to everyone. Mr. Latham had met most of them at a couple troop meetings, but at that time, he was wearing his uniform and now looks a lot different without it. I guess we should have painted our names on our chests like they do at camp. Mark met some of the parents for the first time as he was introduced as the Little Lizards' Troop Guide.
Malea ordered eight large pizzas from our favorite place to go with all the other food. Roger did the delivery, and I had him bring them out to the patio, where he could see all the naked kids. "You're trying to give me a permanent hard-on, aren't you Mr. Jeffries?" he whispered.
After lunch Scoutmaster Bill, held an impromptu meeting for the parents around the dining table concerning summer camp. He handed out copies of the troop information sheets and went over them even though most had seen them already. We would be leaving 11:00 a.m. on Sunday June 14th, returning Saturday June 27th. The sheets contained everything the parents needed; packing list, which was very short as far as clothing this year, spending money information, including parent visitation day on Friday and Saturday the 19-20th and again on Friday the 26-27.
Bill brought up the class we would be holding at summer camp of age appropriate sex education. These were the final parents to be told. Not one parent withheld permission; they too saw the need for it and were happy that Kerri was going to teach it, although I don't think Kerri has been asked yet. He moved on to the next subject about drivers that would still be needed to get us all to camp.
I made sure that all the parents understood their Scout and their siblings and even their parents were always welcome to come swim at our pool that they should only come over after clearing it with Mark first with a phone call.
After the meeting, one of the new boys' parents, William and Debbie Clemson, came up to Bill with a question. With their son at camp, they were both planning to attend the husband's business conference, but the schedule wouldn't allow them to get home till Sunday instead of Saturday. They wondered if any other parents could host their child over that Saturday night. He suggested they ask around, then thought of me, and brought them over.
"Hey, Allen, their son Willie needs a place to crash on Saturday after camp. Are you staying up for your regular weekend?"
"Yeah, we're staying. Malea is teaching her regular cooking classes, so we'll leave for home after lunch on Sunday. He can stay with us."
"That would be perfect, you sure you don't mind?" Willie's mom asked.
"No. I don't mind as long as you pick him up eventually."
"What?"
"Oh, never mind that's a story for another time. He can stay with us. My four boys, and Okeke will be there too, so he'll have plenty of company.
Keona and I proceeded to give home tours for the parents while the kids continued to play and become acquainted with each other in the pool. The goal of this playtime is to allow the new patrol member to get to know each other and become a group, as well as figure out the sleeping arrangements. The troop (Adult) quartermaster has purchased four 2-man tents, and one 3-man tent for the new patrol. Each patrol get one three-man tent intended for the patrol leader or in this case the Patrol Guide. He can sleep either alone or with another member or two if he wishes. Having a little extra space is supposed to be a benefit for being the patrol's leader. With seven members, Mark chose to have one of the patrol members sleep with him, but there would still be extra room.
At the Thursday troop meeting, the Little Lizards practiced putting up their new tents and actually unzipping the zippers before entering or leaving the tent. Setting up your tent is one of the requirements for camping skill award, which Mark told them he would sign off at camp as soon as they put their tents up successfully.
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We met at the church at 11:00, transferred luggage, and lunch sacks to the cars and trucks making the camp run. Parents had their sometimes-emotional farewells.
We arriving at camp at 12:30, and the troop leadership led the way in setting the example by removing their clothes as soon as they exited the cars.
Earl wanted to go over the rules with all the new boys, which was standard procedure for the camp, instead we herded everyone into the Bingo Hall so all 43 campers, my group staying in the house, and the drivers, could all hear the same speech. We had the boys bring their sack lunches with them and ate during his talk. Earl kept it brief and we were on our way to the tent camping area as soon as lunch was cleaned up.
The afternoon was spent setting up camp. Unloading all the firewood from the pickup truck and building a home for the next thirteen nights. They even brought tarps to build a wall on the shelter as a windbreak. The shelter is open on three sides and closing off one corner and the rest of one side was a great move. I only stayed long enough to see everything functioning like what you would expect of a well-run Scout Troop, said bye to my boys, and drove to the house.
Before leaving, the Wilsons stopped by the house.
"Scoutmaster Bill surprised me today," Kerri said to me. "It seems he wants me to do the sex education class for the patrols like I did for our kids. You didn't have anything to do with that did you?"
I gave Mark's favorite answer, "Umm, maybe. Didn't anybody warn you?"
"I thought so. He said he talked with Mark and Robert and both said the class was very informative. He said Mark even knew when a girl's safe days were in a menstrual cycle."
"What was his answer?"
"He said there weren't any safe days, but the safer days was the first week of the cycle."
I was relieved, that was the best answer.
"He asked me if I would teach a simpler class, keeping it to about two-hours for each patrol."
"What did you say?"
"I told him I would think about it. That's what I'm doing right now, thinking about it. He kinda needs an answer before we leave so they can schedule it."
"Well you were the one that suggested it for Boys Weekend at camp. When would you do them?"
"Sunday maybe? We're coming up for parents' night Friday, and instead of going home Saturday, we could stay with you and do the classes Sunday with no parents around."
"You can stay here Friday night too; it's just the four of us and a few of the parents. You could actually start on Saturday after the parents leave; they're supposed to be gone by 11:00. With five patrols, that's 10 hours of class. Get a couple in Saturday afternoon, maybe one Saturday night, and still get out of here at a reasonable time Sunday."
"That's true I could, and I think Mark's patrol, the Little Lizards would have a slightly different class too."
I could tell Kerri was on the verge of saying yes.
"You could teach the classes right here in the living room."
She was thinking.
"Think of all those babies you'll prevent." I joked.
"Would you shut-up!" she said laughing.
"Shall I reserve your suite for you?"
"Yes, ok, tell Bill I'll do it, like you said starting Saturday afternoon, and Sunday morning.
"Chez Jeffries may be a little crowded Friday night I may have invited some of the non-camping parents to stay here. In fact, Staci may need to share the queen bed with you guys so someone else can have the hide-a-bed in your room."
"How many people did you invite?"
"I don't know exactly, I kinda got carried away and didn't keep track too closely, at least twenty. I invited all the parents of the Little Lizards.
"Or so. . ."
"Have a fun week guys, we'll see you Friday for parents' night."
Knowing how summer camp works, Sunday night would be all about finishing setting up camp, and getting ready for Monday morning's merit badge classes. I had two classes to run, First Aid and Wilderness Survival. Brian would be here at 8:00 for school with Keona and he got a couple chairs and the folding table and took them upstairs where he and Brian would work. That left me in the living room for my larger class sizes, and I set about getting my materials out for the classes.
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Brian showed up right on time for the continuation of his 7th grade education. I got a hug and a kiss, and an update on yesterday evening. He told me dinner and breakfast was just like eating in the cafι except in cafeteria style.
I was free till my 9:30 First Aid class and took off on my cart to see if I could get some candid shots with my brand new telephoto lens. Walker had noticed several of my photos were zoomed in as far as I could, but still left the subject too small. He showed me a used off-brand 200-400 mm zoom lens that had been traded in. Yeah, I bought it and today I was going to try it out.
I drove to where I could see the pool where the 8:00 Lifesaving class was going on. Only scouts who showed superior swimming skills were allowed to take this challenging class. I only took a couple shots they were mostly standing around trying to stay warm in the early chill of the morning.
From there I headed to where Bill was teaching his Nature badges. They were in a small clearing in the wooded area that bordered the tent camping section. This would be Bill's classroom for the duration. I went that direction, but from a position still on the trail leading in, I could see the group. I took some photos from that vantage point without being seen and retreated silently. Passing by the main camp, I saw a pioneering merit badge class under way, or it could have been Camping skill award. Based on the boys in it, it was probably both. I saw Mark teaching the Little Lizards lashings using garden poles. My 400 mm lens even made their faces recognizable. It looked like Jerry was the counselor for the merit badge.
I had just enough time to get back and get set up for my 9:30 class. First Aid isn't normally a summer camp badge because it's just as easy to earn in town, but several boys needed it for their advancement to First Class. I had eight boys show up. I was supposed to have seven.
One boy I sorta recognized. "Do I know you?"
"I don't believe we've ever officially met Sir, but I've seen you around camp. I'm Patrick, I've known Mark, Brian, and Frankie for a while and I've known Keith and Benny even longer. Oh, and I know Jeff too."
"So you're not one of our Scouts?"
"No Sir, but I am a Scout, just not in your troop. I live in Houston. When we found out your troop was going to be here for summer camp, my parents booked us for a week too. We met Mr. Latham last night and he said I could hang out with your guys. We're camped near the troop and I still eat with my parents, but on the troop's schedule."
"I see. I could check what it would cost for you to eat with us if you like? I'd have to check with Mr. Latham, of course."
"That would be so cool, would you?"
"I'll check at lunch. Now shall we get started on First Aid?"
After my second class, Wilderness Survival, I drove down to the office and checked with Earl how much it would cost to add another Scout to our meal plan. I told him he was from one of the families that booked because we were here. He gave me a bargain rate of just $25 for the remaining days considering the boy was already paid for the week with his parents.
I hustled to the Troop's camp and spoke with Bill; Patrick had already told him my offer and was cool. He pointed out the camp where the boy was with his parents for lunch, and I walked over to tell them the deal. The parents were happy to pay the $25.
As an incentive to get the boys in the craft lodge, camp provided the materials for making the cloth bracelets that held the plastic wrist wristbands at no charge. Monday afternoon, I think every Scout took them up on their offer. The adults were in there with them, already tired of the plastic band. Patrick was even able to help some of the Scouts; he already had the same wristband that he had made for himself.
The Chuck Wagon patrol had three boys in the patrol leader's larger tent since they only had seven boys. They put up another tent and one boy moved to be Patrick's tent mate, giving everybody more room. That evening, he moved his belongings from his family's tent to the newly opened spot with the Chuck Wagon patrol and easily blended in with his new friends.
My merit badge classes are on a fixed schedule. If I'm having any skill award sessions, Bill lets me know when I bring him coffee every morning. We meet sometime after 6:30, and I sit with Bill to watch each day begin. Robert had an alarm clock that went off at 6:55 a.m. allowing him a few minutes to get up and wake the troop at 7:00. Not having to get dressed in the morning, it doesn't take much to prepare for breakfast at 7:15. It's that 20 minutes where the transition from quiet, to having 40 people up and about is fun to watch. It also allowed me to take a few pictures in camp. I got a few great shots of the moment a boy first stepped out of his tent and did a full body morning stretch and yawn.
The cafι crew arrives at 7:00 to set up the breakfast buffet.
A side benefit of being there in the morning was that I would get a hug and a kiss from all of my boys each day. I would leave as breakfast was starting at 7:15.
The troop had scheduled three afternoon trips to the lake on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I allowed them to borrow my suburban figuring they could cram half the troop in there if they needed. I did go with them once, just so I could take pictures. My new lens was a great help getting pictures of boats out on the lake and still be able to recognize faces.
I think the most fun I had was working one on one with a Scout wanting to pass requirements of the twelve available skill awards. We tried to allow the leadership corps to do most of that work, but some was passed on to me.
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Summer camp last year was fun and all, but mostly it was me and Frankie hanging out. I mean like playing with our dicks at night in our tent.
But this year is gonna be so cool. Mr. Latham made me the Troop Guide, which put me in charge of seven 10 and 11 year-old kids. The fun with them started when we had the swim get-to-know-each-other party at our pool.
Don't get me wrong, my job with these guys is an important one with major responsibilities. I have to teach these guys all the stuff to get them to First Class.
But at the party, we were already having fun. The adults all sat around talking important summer camp stuff while we kids were all playing in the pool. Willie started it. Willie is an only child and he was one of two scouts that arrived naked. Right then I knew he was going to be a fun Scout.
Like I said Willie started it in the pool. He was swimming up behind people underwater and either reaching around them or up between their legs and grabbing their dicks. He even pushed a finger into Amy's vulva, but she slapped him and put a stop to that. We had to teach him the rules about asking for what you want, not just grabbing for it. He was much cooler after that and asked each boy if he could grab their dick, I don't think anyone turned him down.
He's still doing it a little, he likes getting close to you and accidently touching you, like when we started putting up our patrol's tents; or standing in line behind someone and his little dick is likely to poke you or rub up against you, he's so close. I told him I didn't mind and it was ok with me do it anytime.
That was why I chose Willie as my tent mate the first night. After our opening campfire Sunday night, Willie invited a couple of our other new boys to come into our tent for a while. With the four of us in there, he started asking if anyone else jerked off. He told us about his neighbor who showed him how to do it and how good it felt when you did that.
Well, of course I knew all about it, but kept my mouth shut to let Willie lead the discussion. He already knew I did it. When we put our tent up, as soon as our sleeping bags were rolled out, that was the first things we did together. He offered to suck me off. After he swallowed my cum, I sucked him back to a drygasm.
So Willie ended up getting us all in a group jerk-off and all three of them had drygasms. Oh, yeah, drygasm is a word he taught me. I'd never heard an orgasm called that before, but it seems so appropriate for a boy who can't squirt yet. After that, I sent the other two to their tent for the night.
Me and Willie laid down and we continued to talk about what else his neighbor had taught him. He stammered about what exactly he did with him, then offered to show me about putting his dick in my butt if that was ok with me. I told him ok, if whatever he did to me, I could do to him. He got out hand lotion for lube, got behind me, and stuck his little dick in me. It felt like a small finger. He pumped in and out till he had another drygasm, then said it was my turn. I got out my lube out and pushed my finger in him hitting his prostate and he was `what the hell is that?' I then put my dick in him and fucked his ass leaving a load of cum in him.
He knew I'd been messing with him after that and I knew a lot more than I initially let on.
Next morning he asked me to do him again. I put more semen in him, then put my finger in him and messed with his happy spot till he drygasmed. We were almost late for breakfast.
After breakfast, he told the other two guys who started out with us, about the fun we had last night. Now the whole patrol wants to take turns sleeping in my tent. So I made up a schedule of all the Little Lizards taking turns sleeping with me. With seven guys and only thirteen nights, Willie's going to skip his second turn, so all the other guys can have two turns. Then I'll make it up to Willie when he stays with us the extra night in the house. He's hoping me, Frankie, Keith, Brian, and Benny will all have sex with him that last night in the house.
Speaking of breakfast, the meals here are great. It's like eating in the cafι, except with a cafeteria line. The food is awesome, a lot better than Scout camp last year.
It's a bummer that Brian has to keep going to school every day, but at least he's out by 10:30. I'm only taking two merit badges in the morning. The first session we work in camp on skill awards with Gary Sr. or Thomas depending on the skill award. Then I'm off to Environmental Science with Mr. Latham, then Wilderness Survival with dad. While I'm in class, my guys are taking some of the craft badges like Basketry, Leatherwork, or Pottery.
The afternoons are a little more like last year's camp, except without the clothes. For me, it's no different from being here like we are every month. We're scheduled to go to the lake three times this week. We're also using the house's bicycles to go on trail-rides. Each patrol is scheduled to use them at least once, and we can use them during open program time. Otherwise, we're scheduled into all the various activity areas, and we go swimming every day, usually before dinner, but sometimes after. After dinner is more free time. Sometimes I just go along with what the Lizards want and stay with them, like miniature golf, or Frisbee golf. They like the recreation center too; they enjoy hanging around the other boys and girls. They say it's different being around naked girls than it is being around them at school. They say they're not as weird. They're right too, I just hadn't noticed, cause I don't interact that much with girls at school.
I miss sleeping with Brian every night. Even though we're camping together, he's in Frankie's patrol, in fact, he's Frankie's tent mate. Brain told me they were fucking each other every night. Being in different patrols, we don't get much of a chance to hang out together. Yeah, I'm jealous of Frankie's access to my brother.
What we did figure out was that Keona is letting him out of school the same time I arrive for my Wilderness Survival class. If we're quick, I can meet him upstairs and mess around with each other before our 10:45 classes start. It's ok if Brian is a little late to his class it's just Leatherwork and you work at your own pace anyway.
After just a couple days, all of my Little Lizards had learned from Willie how to masturbate. So now, I'm reminding them not to do it when we're around other people. They like doing it while we're walking from one activity to another. I keep a watch out for other people. They're good about carrying their towels and cover up when I warn them.
It's not unusual to see all seven of them walking along pounding their little spikes. They're a talented bunch, they can walk, talk, and masturbate all at the same time, except when their drygasms hit. They have to stop walking and talking till it's over. Then they catch up to the rest of us. I like watching their faces as they stand in the road pounding away and have their drygasm.
By the seventh morning, every one of the Little Lizards had allowed me to have sex with them after I played with their happy spot. Some of them like it a lot, and we can usually find somewhere for a quickie.
Now back to Allen's continued description of summer camp.
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In most Scout Camps, Friday night is parent's night. Parents and families can come to camp, spend the night, and take their little boy home Saturday after camp is broken down.
We're doing the same thing next Friday night. This Friday night they can come visit their boy, spend the night, and go home without him Saturday after breakfast.
Bill had taken the sign ups and we had almost 50 guests coming. Some of those plan to camp or made other accommodations, but it looks like all totaled, there will be thirty-six staying in the house Friday night. Oh yeah, it's gonna be tight. Someone's gonna end up sleeping on the floor. Good thing we told them the kids should bring a slumber bag and a pillow.
To save camp from having to create accounts for each scout or family, I had all of the family bands linked to my account, with an honor system between the parents and I. If they charged something, it was up to them to pay me for it. If they didn't, oh well, it's not like I'm going to miss a few dollars.
Merit badge classes wrapped up Friday morning. Families started arriving Friday afternoon about the same time as the troop returned from the lake. Siblings started going to activities with their brothers. The Little Lizards' parents all became nudists without a second thought. The swim party did a good job preparing them. The Wilsons arrived late around 5:00. I had reserved the mini-suite for them after Malea and Okeke had graciously moved to the hide-a-bed in our room just for Friday night.
The rest would have to go upstairs. For now, I had adults take the beds, couples could take the queen beds, individual parents could take the upper twin beds, kids for now were assigned to the floor. When everyone comes back after campfire, we'll just have to see what beds are available then. As soon as they dropped their stuff and we had a full cart of parents, Keona would drive them to the camp in the golf cart, otherwise it would be a long walk, which they will have to do tonight after campfire anyway.
The Wilsons were the last to arrive and together we walked to camp. The camp was packed even though several kids were off at activities. Most of the visiting parents were sitting around on unused picnic tables chatting with other parents. This was Keona and Malea's first venture into the campsite. Okeke had come a couple time just to visit all the boys.
Our troop is larger today than it has ever been and every active member came to camp this year. I wonder if it has anything to do with the location.
Because of almost 50 guests, the cafι sent two servers to actually help serve dinner and breakfast. With that many people, the shelter was a madhouse. Seating by patrols was abandoned and it was sit wherever you can find a seat. Scouts sat with their families or with their remaining patrol members if no family came up.
Just think we're going to do this again next Friday as well, except with even more guests!
The campsite cleared out mostly after dinner as Scouts escorted their parents, brothers, sisters, and in one case, grandparents around camp. Many ended up at the pool for open swim time.
Friday night's campfire was a fun time; patrols did the same dumb skits that Scouts have been doing for seventy years. There were award announcements of completed merit badges, and newly earned skill awards were handed out. After campfire, the camp surprised us with a cake and hot coco for everybody. The troop used this opportunity to celebrate two of the boys' birthdays. Willie's, of the Little Lizards, whose was yesterday when he turned 11, and Frankie's whose turning 14 next Wednesday. Willie's parents even brought him a birthday present, a Scout knife, and a pedometer.
After taps, Keona and I led the adults staying with us back to the house. Before going in, I told the mass of bodies that sleeping arrangement were tight and a few would have to sleep on the floor. The kids solved that problem for us, they asked if they could sleep on the porch in their sleeping bags. Some of the very young children did sleep inside with their parents. But we did have enough beds for all the adults.
The parents were told if they wanted coffee, they would need to head on down to camp where the cafe was suppling it today. Malea did make our special brew just for us in our travel mugs. The house bathrooms were pushed to their limits Saturday morning with all the visitors.
Before we left the house, I had all the parents and children who were first time guests stand on the front porch and steps for the mandatory photo on the front steps. Then we walked to the camp to repeat the chaos of last night's dinner only this time with breakfast foods.
I must complement the cafι. They did a great job serving almost 90 people two hot meals.
This morning boys and parents were allowed to go or do anything they wanted. All we asked was the parents clear out by 11:00.
The parents of the Scout from Houston came over this morning to talk with the Scoutmaster Bill. They asked if their son could stay on for the second week of camp. They would return to pick him up next Friday like the other parents. Bill didn't mind and we worked out another payment for the second week. They left paperwork with Bill in case of an emergency and we informed the camp to increase our count by one.
It was finally quiet as the families departed. Keona and Malea made sure the house was cleaned up as I helped restore order around camp.
1:00 to 3:00 p.m. was our first sex education class with Mark and the Little Lizards. Mark was the male model and Kerri quickly got the idea, that these little kids weren't as innocent as she had thought they would be. These boys all knew about masturbation, and giving and receiving anal sex. Not only knew about it, but also had experience with it. That didn't change the focus of the class much, proper terminology, basic physiology and safe sex information was the goal. For their overview of girl parts, Staci was selected to be the model since she was the same age as the boys.
3:30 to 5:30 was the second class. The Chuck Wagon patrol and Daniel, the Assistant Senior Patrol Leader arrived. There was going to be a bit more touching when it came to the female body for this age group.
Staci had Amy come over for dinner Saturday night and she hung out with Staci and watched Staci as she again modeled for Frankie's Roadrunner Patrol with Evan from the Leadership Corps during the 7:00 to 9:00 Sex Education Class. Frankie of course had been through more than this class, but sat through it again with his patrol.
Amy spent the night and took Staci's place for the last two classes, first for her brother's Rattlesnake patrol along with the last Leadership Corp member, Scott. Then again, for the Longhorn patrol just before lunch. Scoutmaster Bill attended that class to see what was being taught. He was impressed with Kerri's presentation.
With Kerri's last class finished, the Wilsons departed right after lunch. The larger weekend crowd thinned dramatically about the same time.
Brian was disappointed with his showing at the awards campfire. One lousy merit badge and it was the easiest one in the book, just Leatherwork. He wanted to earn some real badges. He was almost done with First Aid, maybe his dad could help him finish up this week. He talked with Keona about his frustration and they worked out a revised deal. He could have the mornings for his merit badge classes, and he would give up 2½ hours of the afternoon activities to do his schoolwork. Brian figured he could always do the activities around camp, heck, he already done most everything there is at least once, except the new pottery wheel in the SunCraft Lodge. He gladly accepted the deal.
For the second half of summer camp he was going to take Environmental Science in the clearing near camp, Pioneering in the camp, Swimming at the pool not far away, AND finish the last few things for First Aid, and do the 2½ hours of 7th grade with Keona plus homework. He was determined.
Sunday afternoon, Earl informed Scoutmaster Bill that a horse-loving ex-Boy Scout, who had been in the camp this weekend, upgraded the entire troop to the Chuck Wagon ride, with thirty places available on Monday morning, and fourteen on the Tuesday. They needed to be at the corral by 5:30 to be at Sunrise Overlook by sunup at 6:24 a.m. Gary Sr. didn't need to revise our schedule much, just remove the trail ride from the afternoon when it was originally scheduled. The Chuck Wagon ride would be back in time for the boys to make it to their 8:00 a.m. merit badge class. He just had to assign who would ride on which day. My devious plan worked out perfectly and Earl delivered it perfectly.
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Who would ride when was quite easy. The Chuck Wagon patrol with eight Scouts, the Leadership Corps with four Scouts, and two of the adults, would ride on Tuesday morning.
Monday morning, alarm clocks were used to wake up everyone else at 5:00 a.m. After eight consecutive days of be completely naked, the Scouts had to put on clothes. The Scouts were off to the corral at 5:15.
The Chuck Wagon patrol and the Leadership Corps were allowed to sleep in; their breakfast would be served in the Cafι at 7:30 instead of the shelter.
June is a good month for morning clouds and both groups were treated to beautiful sunrises. The Chuck Wagons and the Leadership Corps had the additional treat of having a mixed group, which on their day, included several young women about their ages. I considered taking the golf cart out to the overlook, via the road, but that would mean getting up even earlier than normal. Besides Keona and I had our own young woman in bed with us Monday morning. Okeke was feeling lonely and had crawled in between us during the night.
I did make it down to the corral in time for their return from the ride to take pictures both days.
The second week six Scouts decided to do Rowing or Canoeing merit badges. I continued to loan Assistant Scoutmaster Jerry my Suburban for the daily morning trips. The afternoon trips this week were now only on Tuesday and Thursday.
With the number of Scouts at the lake, we decided we only needed one session at the lake with simultaneous classes so we stretched it from 8:00 to 10:45, which still allowed the boys to get back in time for an 11:00 class.
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I had wondered when it would happen. I knew it would eventually. I just wasn't expecting it this week. I hadn't even thought about it, I've been so busy. But regardless, it happened on Tuesday.
During my Wilderness Survival class, Gladys came to the house with an urgent message from Frank Wilson to call Phillip at a number I didn't recognize.
One of the requirement of Wilderness Survival is that the Scout is to build an improvised shelter out of natural materials, then spend a night in their shelter. We had been discussing this when the message arrived, so we finished our discussion and I released the boys to go begin working on their shelters.
I went to the office and used the camp phone to call Phillip. Earl gave me his office to make the call.
"Providence Hospital, how may I direct your call?"
"Umm, Phillip Patton please?"
"He's in pediatrics, I'll connect you."
"Nursing station, Pediatrics."
"I'm calling for Phillip Patton please."
Who may I say is calling?"
"Allan Jeffries"
"I'll get him for you; he's going to be happy to hear from you."
"Where have you been, I've been calling since Sunday, and no answer."
"I actually told you this time. I'm at summer camp with the boys. Did you forget?"
"Oh shit, you're right, you did tell me."
"See if I ever tell you where I'm going again."
"Sorry. There was an accident Sunday night on route 6 north. The Macias Family was returning from a trip to Sam Rayburn Reservoir. They were almost home when Mr. Macias rear-ended a slower car. He tried to swerve at the last second, but it was too late. He hit them and their rolled car. Mrs. Macias was ejected and killed. Mr. Macias survived with bumps and bruises.
"Their son, Mateo, in the back seat, ended up with a hairline fracture in his left arm. He wasn't wearing a seat belt and as the car rolled, he was tumbled like he was inside a cement mixer. He is covered in bruises and I mean completely covered in bruises. If you thought, Brian was bad, wait till you see Mateo.
Before you ask, I know he fits in with your bunch because according to flyers found in the car, they were returning from a nudist event at the lake. Mateo was riding naked in the car and has removed his hospital gown several times since."
"So if the father wasn't injured why is he going into foster care?"
"Oh, Mr. Macias was drunk, his fourth DUI. The car he hit swerved into a light pole killing both occupants. He's being charged with DUI, three counts of vehicular manslaughter while intoxicated, and child endangerment, and who knows what else. He's going to do significant jail time.
"I get home Sunday afternoon. Can you bring him over then?"
"The hospital is ready to release him, he needs your place, now!"
"But I'm at camp, we're all here. I have responsibilities this week to the troop. Can you bring him down here?"
There is on silence on the other end of the phone.
"Phillip? Are you there?" I asked suspecting we'd been cut off.
"You're at Sun Ranch right?"
"Yeah."
"What does he need? I can take him by his house and pick up some things."
"Not much, toiletries, a light jacket, some clothes to ride home in, and maybe some stuff to keep him occupied toys or games, maybe some books if he likes to read. And any medical supplies I might need to last through Monday.
"Ok, I got it. Give me a half hour to get his stuff and an hour and a half to get there we'll see you then. The doctor is here with his release papers." He hung up without saying good-bye.
I checked the time it was 12:30. He should be here at 2:30. I told Earl and Gladys what was happening and to send Phillip Patton straight through to the house when he arrived.
I went back to the house and told Keona, Malea, and Okeke everything I knew, which wasn't much. I didn't even know how old he was.
Time slowed to an absolute crawl, I was checking the clock every few minutes. Brian showed up for school at 1:00 p.m. and some Little Lizards showed up to work on Citizenship Skill Award. I enjoyed the distraction. They had already passed some of the requirements and we sat in the living room working on the rest. This award is required for their first rank advancement to Tenderfoot.
They left to go play Frisbee Golf. It was now 2:15. Keona released Brian, what boy doesn't enjoy getting out of school early. Phillip should be here shorty. Okeke came in wanting to know how someone could survive being tumbled in a cement mixer. I explained it was just an expression that Mateo, had tumbled around inside the car as it rolled on the freeway, but he did survive, but has lots of bruises all over him and a broken arm. She related that one of her classmates last year had a broken arm and had a cast. I told her I was sure Mateo would have a cast too.
I went out on the porch to wait and Okeke came with me. She was being so adorable. She seemed truly concerned for a boy she had never met. Finally, Phillip's AMC appeared on the road leading to the house, and they pull into our driveway. The boy is hard to see, either short or young . . . Why hadn't I asked?
Phillip got out and I walked to the passenger side. Okeke was right with me. Phillip opened the passenger door and there sat a young boy, 7 or 8 maybe, and Okeke's size. He's wearing a children's hospital gown with pictures of Winnie the Poo all over it. Phillip helped him unbuckle his seat belt and he stepped gingerly to the ground, he needed help to stand. His left arm, from the middle of his upper arm to his fingers, is in a solid cast, he can't even move his thumb.
"Can I take this damn thing off now?" he asked as he pulled the hospital gown off his shoulder and over his cast with his free hand. Phillip helped him with a sling to support his arm, then stepped back.
I tried not to react. I had been warned. His body was covered in bruises, but my eyes were drawn to his face, no it was his eyes. Bright blue eyes framed with golden blond hair. He looked back at me and our eyes locked. It was memorizing. Finally, I was able speak, "Welcome to Sun Ranch Mateo."
"Hi," was all he said to me.
"I'm Allen, this is Okeke. She's kinda your new sister."
"Are you a foster kid too?" he asked Okeke.
"No, my grandma takes care of the home and does all the cooking. But we live there too."
"He told me I was going to have four brothers?"
"They're here with their Boy Scout troop for summer camp. They're in the tent camping area. Well, actually, I don't know where they are right now. They have open program till dinner, so I'm not sure where they are right now.
"Would you like to go inside for now? I can take you to meet them at dinnertime if you want."
He hobbled forward toward the stairs, and I offered my arm to hold on to, while Phillip got his small duffle bag from the back and a grocery bag of what looked like were games.
"I haven't tried stairs since the accident."
"I got you Mateo, just take it one step at a time. I won't let you fall."
"You can call me Matty, only mom calls me Mateo and then only when she's mad at me." He realized what he'd just said and tears welled in his beautiful blue eyes hidden partially by the puffiness of the black & blue bruises around them. Then he broke out in giant sobs. I turned him facing me and pulled him to me, his cast went under my arm, and his good arm wrapped around my back. Acutely aware of all the bruises, I wrapped an arm around him and another up under his behind; I lifted him, and carried him up the stairs.
Keo opened the front door for us to enter. I sat him on the couch and Okeke got up next to him and held his hand while he cried into my shoulder.
"I can't believe she's dead," he finally was able to say. "He killed her, you know. They argued about how much he had to drink before we left. They were always arguing about his drinking."
Malea had also come over and was standing there in shock looking at his battered bodies. He looked up at her, "Are you my foster Mom?" he asked.
"You can think of me like that. I'm Malea. I take care of the home and feed everyone. And I'm going to take care of you too."
"I'm Matty." He said wiping the tears with both sides of his free hand.
"And I'm Keona, I'm Allen's partner."
"Oh, you're my other foster dad, Phillip said I would have two dads."
"Yup that's me."
"Can I get you anything?" Malea asked. "Something to drink or eat? I know boys are hungry all the time."
"They gave me lunch at the hospital, but yeah, I could use anything that isn't tasteless, maybe even a little spicy?" Malea scurried away to the kitchen to prepare it.
"I think what I do need is my pain pill," he said looking at Phillip who checked his watch.
"Close enough, let me get it for you."
Phillip went back to his car and brought in another bag with the hospital pharmacy logo on the side. He checked the post-hospital care instruction and dug through the bag looking for the right bottle.
Malea came back with a plate of chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce that had some jalapeno peppers chopped into it and a glass of milk.
Phillip returned with a white pill and handed it to Matty. He took it using his milk and went back to scarfing down the nuggets. "These are really good. They ain't from a bag."
"Not in my kitchen," Malea said, "But they are leftovers from last night's dinner."
As he was finishing his snack, his eyes were getting droopy. "I'm getting sleepy, I need to lay down."
"We have a bed all made for you," I told him. He tried to get up but with only one arm, he fell back on the couch. "I'll just sleep right here," he explained as he fell over onto his side.
"Come on champ," Keona told him. "I gotcha." He gently scooped him up and carried him to the hide-a-bed in our room. As he laid him on the bed, Matty was already sound asleep.
"He'll be out an hour or so, that drug is really strong, he's been in a lot of pain."
"God, I thought Brian's bruises were bad. His. . he's covered in them."
"If he'd only been wearing a seat belt. . ." Phillip lamented. "Let's sit down and go over everything."
"Aren't you going to join us, Phillip?" indicating that he was still wearing his clothes."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I can, as long as you promise you won't tell my coworkers, I'm on official business."
"Phillip, after what you and your sister did for us and Brian? Our lips are sealed."
"Don't forget, Frank had a major role in that too. I don't know another family court judge that would have done that for you."
Phillip removed his clothing, leaving them in our bedroom. Well, this is a first for me. I've only been a housebound nudist, never been in a nudist camp before." I handed him a towel, went over the camp rules with him that Earl had skipped over allowing him in the resort.
He dumped the hospital bag on the dining room table. The four of us went over the care instructions. There were a variety of pain medications in decreasing potency and a plan to ween him off the more potent and addictive drugs down to children's Tylenol. He was also taking amoxicillin to ward off infections. We wrote up a schedule for which drug was to be taken at what times, starting with the one that had just put him to sleep. His cuts and scrapes were minimal and small bandages were available for daily changes till he no longer needed them, and ointment to help with infection. Phil had brought plastic bags that would fit over his arm so he could keep it dry in the shower. Other than being sore, he was fine physically, a miracle considering the rollover crash he endured.
A separate sheet was from the physical therapy department and had pictures and instructions of exercises he would need to regain his strength in his broken arm.
He pulled out the manila folder containing the accumulated knowledge on Mateo Macias; at least that CPS was privy to.
"Mateo Macias, birth date, August 7, 1972. Oh! He's almost nine then. Mother: Marilyn Clark-Macias, born 1950 in Windom, Vermont. Lots of beauty pageants last one in 1971, no college, and no police record, was married Roberto Macias, April 1972."
"Well, that explains his blond hair and blue eyes, he's biracial." I said.
"Father: Roberto Macias, born December 18, 1945 in Piedras Negras, Coahuila, Mexico. That's on the Texas border. He immigrated to US in 1947, naturalized citizen 1968, some community college, 3 DUI convictions, several minor arrests, disorderly conduct mostly."
"And that would explain his darker skin, not just the bruises. And why the accident happened, Roberto's a drunk and most likely a combative drunk."
"That makes sense."
"So how long do you think Mateo will be with us?"
"Well, if Roberto doesn't relinquish his parental rights, I would say till he ages out. Roberto's facing substantial jail time with all the charges. Our preliminary search found no known living relatives.
"Wow, that history says a lot. She won a beauty contest in 1971, got pregnant in November of 71, married the father of her baby in April 72, and he's born four months later." Keona summarized.
Phil explained that we should go by his house early next week to get anything Matty wanted. With dad in jail, the property owner would soon serve eviction papers and everything would be lost after that. He even gave me a key to the front door.
It was around 4:30 when I heard Matty struggling in the bedroom as he attempted to get out of bed. I went to our bedroom to help.
"This bed won't let me get up. I'm in a hole. Can you help me?" I extended him a hand and he was able to pull himself to the edge and got his feet to the floor. "I still can't stand up, can you pull please?" I pulled just enough that his weak muscles still had to work and he got to his feet. "I gotta go."
I held his hand as he gingerly walked to the master bath. "You can stay, I only gotta pee." He stood before the throne and let loose. "They said that's normal and will go away in a couple days," indicating the blood in his urine. It was noted in his care instructions.
"Are we gonna go meet my brothers now?"
"Pretty soon, we'll give you a tour of the ranch on the way to kill some time; the boys aren't due in camp till dinner at 6:30."
"You mean they are out running around on their own?"
"The ranch a safe place, everybody is checked out before they're allowed in. So yeah, they're running around on their own, but being watched out for by a couple hundred parents."
"There's a couple hundred people here? Where?"
"Yeah, but that's only because it's mid-week, there will be three hundred here this weekend. They're in different areas, tent camping like the troop, travel trailers, mobile homes, and cabins."
"Rad! And they're all nudists?" I nodded. "I've never been around that many naked people."
"How many are in your group?"
"We only had about thirty last weekend. The get-togethers in town were less, maybe ten to fifteen."
"What kind of get-togethers."
"Oh, all-night house parties. The parents would all be in the passion pit and have sex all night with everyone else."
"What did you do at these parties?"
"Not much, we just ran around naked, ate, swim naked, and watched TV till we fell asleep."
"I see." I said, recognizing a similar story from over a year ago. "About ready to go for a ride?" I asked handing him a towel.
"Yeah, but what's this for?"
"That's for you to sit on in the public places and, in case you get an erection, you can cover it with the towel."
"You mean they don't want to see my dick?"
"No, they don't mind seeing your dick, but it's not considered polite to show it off when it's erect. This place is for people who simply enjoy being nude and doing things outside in nature wearing nothing. You'll see as we ride around."
"Dang, that's different."
"Just different from what you're used to. Ready to go?"
We went to the cart and Matty got in front, Phil and Keona in back.
First place we went was the pool. Several boys recognized us and waved. "Who are they? Matty asked.
"Those are Scouts from the troop. You'll meet them as they come back to camp for dinner."
"No one's having sex. All those adults are just sitting around."
"Yeah, they're working on their tans. As I said, it's different here. Sorry you won't get to swim here, your cast. . ."
"I know. The doctor said I might get it off in four weeks, if I was careful."
We left and stopped at the SunCraft Lodge. We're going in here. Can you make it?
"I'll give it a try." He said.
I broke into my best Yoda voice, "No! Try not! Do or do not. There is no try."
He looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "You like Star Wars, huh?"
"I do. I think you do too, you recognized my Yoda impression," I said smiling. He smiled back, one of the few smiles I've seen from him.
Inside the lodge were more Scouts busily working away at one project or another. Some noticed us and waved, others didn't, totally absorbed in their work. We went on, Matty successfully navigating the two steps into and out of the lodge.
We stopped at the recreation center. The pinball game was open and Matty wanted to try it. His broken arm wouldn't allow him to reach the left flipper button, so I operated it for him. That didn't work so hot, and the game was over quickly.
Phillip wandered over to where two girls were painting on each other. I noticed where he was and brought Matty over. "Do you ladies do names? They nodded aggressively, and had Matty sit straddling the bench between them. One painted on his upper chest, the other on his good arm. "Why are y'all bruised up?" one asked.
"I was in a car crash." Once he had his name painted, we moved on to the troop's camp. The boys would be returning shortly to get ready for dinner. As we drove into camp, we found Mark and the little Lizards. They had returned early. Mark came running up when he saw us stop.
"Hi Dad, Teo, Mr. Patton. Who's Matty?" he asked reading his name from his chest.
"This is Matty Macias, he's coming to live at the home with us."
"Oh cool! I'm getting another brother." He moved in to give him a hug but stopped short. Dude, those are bruises. What happened to you?"
"I was in a car accident, my mom was killed and I got this," he said as he held out his arms for Mark to see his whole body.
"Damn, even your dick is bruised. Doesn't that hurt?"
"Yeah, but only when I try to jack off."
Keona, Phillip, and I all tried to hold back our laughter, and did it poorly. At eight years old, he already knew about jacking off. I had another, younger version of Mark on my hands.
We moved from the cart to a nearby picnic table, Matty hobbling slowly, but with more confidence. Scoutmaster Bill and a couple of the assistants came over to meet and welcome our guest to their camp.
Mark was seated across the table from Matty, and was looking at him, studying him; he squinted and looked at him while cocking his head. There was a glimmer of recognition, but not enough.
"Mark," I said softly, "think back to the all night parties."
"What parties," Phillip asked? I shook my head sharply to stop his question.
Mark's eyes got as big as saucers, his mouth dropped open slightly. "Are you Mateo?"
"Yeah, how did you know that?"
"Big two-story house, swimming pool out back, everyone naked? The passion pit, game room, and lots of food and drugs. The TV room? . . . . . . . I'm Mark."
"I remember a boy named Mark, but he looked . . . different."
"Yeah, my face has change, and I had brown hair back then."
"That was you?! You have changed."
"Well I am almost two years older. You've changed too, you're not a little kid anymore."
Matty smiled again, for the second time, when Mark said he wasn't a little kid. Mark made a new friend or rekindled a friendship from long ago.
"Hey, wanna see our camp?" Mark asked Matty.
"Sure, if you go slow, I'm not up to running just yet."
I watched them as Mark showed his new brother around the camp. More and more kids showed up as dinnertime approached and gathered around Matty checking out his battered body. Brian, Keith, and Benny returned and stopped at the table to see why we were there. I had to explain since Mark and Matty had disappeared into Mark's tent with Matty sporting a young-boy sized erection. His towel was still laying carried carrying towels inside their camp. They were over the embarrassment of having an erection in front of their friends by now.
The boys were called to dinner. Keith brought over a plate for Mark, since he was occupied. When Mark and Matty reappeared, Matty was now sporting a big smile, and not a brief smile either, this one was plastered on his face.
Keith, Benny, and Brian joined us at our table with their food. Brian sat in Phillip's lap, and under the table directed Phil's hand to his lap where his own erection was waiting to be fondled. Mark introduced his other brothers to Matty. By now, the whole troop knew we had another foster child in our home. As the center of attention, Mateo couldn't stop smiling. For a few moments, he forgot about his pain, both physical and emotional.
Brian continued wiggling around in Phillip's lap. I could see what it was doing to him. His eyes were having trouble focusing. "Hey Phillip," I said loudly to get his attention. "Why don't you let Brian show you around camp." He shook himself out of the trance Brian was putting him into and turned away from us still holding Brian in front of him. As he stood he let Brian stand from his disappearing lap, he quickly replaced Brian's body with his towel. Brian made no move to hide anything. His dick was pointing upwards at a 20° angle from vertical.
They headed off through the four patrol campsites. They stopped briefly at Brian's tent and he ducked inside, but quickly reappeared. Brian showed Phillip the lashing projects in the Pioneering area then walked down the trail towards Scoutmaster Bill's Nature Area, which was in another clearing.
"Hi, this is Brian. Dad asked me to tell you about me and Mr. Patton.
I first met Mr. Patton in the hospital when the doctors were treating my butt for cuts and bruises from when my foster mom beat me for masturbating. I was really hurting bad, but when the doctors or nurses couldn't be there with me it was Mr. Patton that held me and made me feel better. Before they gave me stuff for the pain, he'd sit there and hold me in his lap. One of his hands would come in front of me under the blue gown and he'd gently hold my penis and rub it up and down, not hard, but it sure did feel good, made me stop thinking about the pain. He really helped me till they gave me a shot, then I didn't feel anything after that. Anyway, dad wanted me to tell you about Phillip at summer camp.
I was upstairs with Keona doing schoolwork this morning when Dad told us Phillip was bringing us another new boy for the home, right here at Sun Ranch. Keona let me out a little early and when I talked with dad before leaving, he asked if I wanted to have some fun with Mr. Patton. I've been trying to have fun with him since the hospital, but we've never had any time alone. We got close one time, he was checking out how well my butt was healing on our back patio. I was lying across he knees and he was feeling my butt and running his hand all over it. His penis got hard and was poking me in my belly, but there were too many other people around. I could tell he wanted to do more when his finger went up my butt crack and pressed on my butthole.
There I go, getting off the subject again, sorry. So dad asked if I wanted to have some fun with Mr. Patton and I said yes! Dad told me that he would see if he could get the two of us alone, he was sure Phillip was willing too.
So when they brought the new kid Matty into camp at dinnertime, I got my food and a couple of my brothers went over to meet Matty. The table was crowded, and I sat in Phillip's lap to eat. I moved Phillip's hand so it was touching my dick.
All during dinner, Phillip played with my dick and I wiggled around in his lap. He made my dick hard and made himself hard too, he was poking me in the butt. I finished eating quickly and dad suggested to Phillip that I show him around camp. He was letting me get Phillip alone.
As soon as he got up I could see his dick was really hard, but he's like my dad and Keona, not Mr. Wilson, not very big. He had to use his towel to hide his hard-on. I didn't hide mine, none of us do in camp. I showed him the patrol campsites and stopped at my tent. I got a big gob of lube on my hand and then led Phillip down the trail to the nature area.
We were finally all alone in the clearing and I moved Mr. Patton's towel out of the way. His 6" dick was sticking straight out. I reached out with the hand hiding the lube and grabbed his dick spreading it around. He got a faraway look in his eyes when I was rubbing his dick. I used some to the remaining lube on my butt, and whatever was left, I wiped on my dick. I laid his towel out on the grass and got on all fours. He asked me to lay on my back. He said it was a better position to make love. I agree, it's my preferred position too, but I offered him the easy way first. I rolled over and pulled my legs up. He dropped to his knees behind me and asked if I was sure. I was like oh hell yeah, but I didn't say anything I just nodded.
He was so gentle, he must love boys as much as my dads. He held my legs for me and pushed his dick against my hole. He slid right in, even though I hadn't had sex with an adult for over a week. But I have with Evan and Robert and they're both bigger, but not as big as dad. He dropped my legs over his shoulders, held my hips, and started sliding in and out of me. He didn't pound me or anything. He was gentle the whole time. The only time he was even a little hard was when he cummed. He jammed it in and started squirting. Man did he pump out a lot of sperm. When it stopped, I had him lean over and I pulled him into a kiss.
I asked if I could make love to him. He actually said he was hoping I would ask. We traded places. There was cum leaking out of me and I used some of it to spread on his butt. That and the little bit of lube on my dick, I was able to go right in. I hadn't fucked any of the guys since Frankie before breakfast, and I cummed pretty quick too.
Mr. Patton said something about this being his first time, I think he meant with a boy; I can't imagine I was getting his cherry. As we left the nature area, I went out into the woods, squatted down, and I pushed out a big dump of nothing but Mr. Patton's cum. He used his towel to clean me up and `make me presentable' to go back into camp. Then turned his butt to me and asked if he needed any clean up. I didn't see anything, he was holding what I gave him in.
The End, at least of my report.
Phillip and Brian were gone 20 or 25 minutes before reappearing on the trail back into the main camp. Brian hadn't taken his towel and now didn't need one. Phillip's towel was slung around his neck, no longer required for its purpose around camp.
When Brian and Phillip came back to camp, we returned to the house where Malea was holding our dinner for us. Matty climbed the side stairs next to where we park the golf cart; there the porch has only four steps. With all the activity, he asked for another pill just as Keona was getting him the next scheduled dose. This pill was not as strong as the opioid he took earlier.
To ease Matty's problem with the soft bed, we brought one of the regular twin mattresses down from upstairs and put it on top of the existing mattress. That did two things, it got rid of the soft hole he sank into, and raised his bed height making it easier for him to stand up.
Phillip thanked us for a wonderful day and the tour around the camp and for the great view. He thanked me for setting him up with Brian, but I told him that was Brian's idea. Of course, he thanked me for taking Mateo and told me not to spend the $150 gift card all in one place.
At bedtime, Matty again took one of the stronger pills that would allow him get the rest he needed by sleeping through the night.
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"Can I take a shower today?" Matty asked the morning of his second day with us as he limped into the kitchen.
"Sure thing, how about you have breakfast first, then shower and we'll re-bandage your cuts. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Like I got a beat-down from the Mexican Mafia."
"Are they a real thing?"
"Oh yeah, they are the gang that runs my neighborhood."
"What's your pain level compared to yesterday?"
"Umm, not as bad. I slept really well."
"And you managed to get yourself out of bed I see."
"It was that or pee in the bottle from the hospital."
"Any blood in your urine?"
"Just the tiniest amount. Not as much as you saw."
He sat and scarfed up the bacon, eggs and hash browns Malea put in front of him. And Keona gave him his morning medication to take.
Scouts showed up wanting to work on First Aid skill award. I had already forgotten Bill telling me over morning coffee that they were coming. Keona, can you help Matty with his shower and bandages? I asked.
"Sure thing Love, you know I enjoy showering with boys!" he replied. That even got a smile from Matty.
While the Scouts and I sat in the living room working on the Second Class required skill award, Keona got to take Matty into the main suite shower. Before entering, he took a plastic bag, like the kind from a dry cleaner, and wrapped his entire arm. Up at the shoulder he used first aid tape to seal the entire arm ensuring no water would get in. In the shower, instead of turning on the overhead spray, they only engaged the hand-held sprayer. Keona and Matty were in the shower a very long time. I'm assuming there wasn't a crack, crevice, or 2" protuberance, that didn't receive gentle attention. Probably the cleanest the boy has ever been.
They finally returned to the living room. "Hey you're just in time. The boys are working on their First Aid Skill Award, how would you like to be our injured hiker who slipped down an embankment, and allow the boys to put on your fresh bandages?" I asked Matty.
Now speaking to my Scout students, "I know you guys saw us with Mateo yesterday, but you didn't really get a chance to meet our new foster son. This is Matty, as he prefers to be called. He was in a bad auto wreck on Sunday evening and just got out of the hospital yesterday. Matty these are members of the Little Lizard patrol, Jim, Greg, Dusty, and Willie."
"How about you lay here on your back for now, and we'll, get you re-bandaged." Matty laid in the middle of the room so the boys could all kneel around him. This was a rare opportunity for a class to have a live subject with real wounds on which to practice.
We discussed the types of injuries he had, bruises also known as contusions, cuts, abrasions, and most obvious his broken arm. His body was actually healing nicely and the cuts probably didn't need bandaging anymore, but it wouldn't hurt either, and the Scouts could learn. We reapplied butterfly bandages to several of his shallow cuts. On his abrasions, I pointed out the lack of redness, indicating there was no infection, and the skin had already sealed, so we would not be putting any coverings over them, it was better that they be open to the air.
We could only discuss his broken arm and look at pictures in one of my First Aid manuals. Matty has a simple or greenstick fractures of the upper arm.
Rolling him to his stomach, they got to see what an infected abrasion looked like. It was still oozing and was red all around the scraped area. We applied the cream the hospital sent and made a bandage of a gauze pad and first aid tape. I informed the boys that Matty was also taking the oral prescription antibiotic amoxicillin for the infection.
There were more (almost healed) cuts to which they got to apply more butterfly bandages. These would be the last butterflies, unless I had another class for First Aid.
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Thursday, Matty was feeling cooped up and needed to get out. I still had commitments with merit badge class and other instruction so Keona ended up taking him out. He and Matty sought out Scouts participating in low-impact activities like miniature golf. Matty had a major handicap (golf pun!) he had to putt one handed.
More parents were coming up for the final parent's night this Friday. Our count was 110 family members and Scouts. Fortunately, most of the additional parents have done parents night before and brought camping gear. One family found out about the rentals, and reserved a small travel trailer parked here permanently.
It wasn't till Friday afternoon when the parents were arriving that I realized we're going to have a problem going home. On the way here, Chris had occupied one seat; on the way home, Willie was taking that seat. The problem was that now, we have an unplanned passenger, Mateo, to take home.
It's really not that big of an issue, we'll just have to ask someone who has a spare seat to take one of the boys and keep them overnight, unless. . .
Hey Frank, old buddy, old pal, I need a helping hand. Since you ratted out my location to Phillip, and he brought me Mateo, we're a seat short in the Suburban for getting home on Sunday. How would your family like to stay with us till Sunday, and help get us home with your extra seats?
"You mean I'd have to hang around here all weekend?"
"Yeah, that's the general idea."
"Sure! I thought you'd never ask."
"Oh wait, we didn't bring any extra clothes!"
I slowly shook my head at his very well-timed attempt at nudist humor.
The parents were amazed that even at Scout camp; I had been assigned a new foster boy. When they realized he was the survivor of the horrible crash on Hwy. 6 from last Sunday that had dominated the news for two days, they were all anxious to meet him and offer condolences for the loss of his mother. Some unkind things were said about his father, but fortunately not to him. By Friday afternoon, all his bandages were off his well-healing injuries. Even the edges of his bruises were beginning turn that sickly yellow color. While more extensive than Brian's bruises, they weren't as deep as his was.
The closing campfire was similar to last Friday's campfire. Different stupid skits, and some group songs, the awards were a little more plentiful. Some incomplete badges from last week had been finished in the first couple days of the second week. Brian was very happy with his accomplishments, he quickly finished First Aid merit badge, which allowed him to complete the requirements for 1st Class. He also completed Environmental Science, Swimming, and Pioneering merit badges. He was acknowledged for attending home schooling in the afternoons. All of the Little Lizards completed the requirements for Scout rank, and were nearly ready for Tenderfoot, only lacking the 2-month time requirement.
Friday night Matty got to stay in Mark's tent with him and whoever his tent partner was that night. Mark and his tent partner still got to do all the things they wanted, Matty's medication made him sleep while they had sex in the bed next to him. The house was crazy again, filled to the bursting point with parents and siblings. The kids repeated their campout on the porch, allowing the parents to have the beds.
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After breakfast, the families are anxious to get home. Camp was dismantled, trash was picked up, and projects removed from the craft lodge. Scouts started departing at 9:30 a.m. The last to leave was Mr. Latham and his Senior Patrol Leader, Robert, they left at 11:00.
Frankie and Willie only had to move their stuff as far as the house since they weren't going home till tomorrow. The boys were a little burned out on the activities; they've done everything there is to do for nearly the past two weeks, so they did whatever Matty wanted to do. He was even better and was hardly limping at all, he limped more when he was tired. I stopped giving him any prescription medication and completely transitioned to over-the-counter pain relievers and they seem to be working for him.
Malea ran her cooking classes on her regular schedule 10:00 a.m., 2:00 p.m., and 3:30 p.m. so we didn't see her much after lunch. It didn't matter much; we were eating dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow in the cafι.
Willie got his wish Saturday night upstairs. Frankie, Keith, Brian and Mark all left semen deposits in his bottom. Benny tried but only got his tingles. They each provided him much 'brotherly love' and four drygasms of his own.
My check out bill was a bit different this month; it included 44 Chuck Wagon ride upgrades at $11.00 each. That bit of deception actually felt good knowing it brought a lot of happiness to the boys who'd never done anything like that before.
I made a deal with Earl, if the troop comes back for another summer camp, he was to charge them only for the horse trail ride, and I would pay the Chuck Wagon ride upgrade.
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To give Matty the full impact of the home for his first time, we parked out front and went in through the front door. Frank parked in his driveway across the street they all walked across to witness Matty's impression of his new home.
"Is this your house? It's huge." Matty exclaimed entering the gate at the entrance to the front courtyard.
"Not just our house Matty, it's your house too from now on."
"Wow," He said as he stepped through the front far enough inside to see into the great room. They dropped everything they were carrying and the boys led him off on a tour of his new house. I yelled at the boys to figure out which room Matty wanted.
I made a quick call to Willie's house to let his parents know we were home and could come pick him up whenever they were ready. The call was picked up by the answering machine, so I left a message assuming they hadn't made it home yet. I couldn't remember if they had mentioned what time they would be home, just that it was Sunday.
An hour later, I passed through the entryway again and overnight bags were still scattered on the floor. Malea's kitchen station was the nearest PA access point, so I went there and announced that anyone under 16 was to immediately report to the front door. Amazingly, it worked and seven boys and one adorably cute little girl arrived to take their things to wherever they belonged. I allowed Willie to leave his stuff by the door, as he would be going home soon. Frankie was also off the hook, as he wasn't staying and he didn't have a bag.
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When Willie's parents hadn't come to get him by Sunday night, I called Bill Latham, the Scoutmaster to see if he knew anything. "Hey Bill, Allen Jeffries here. I still have Willie with me. I've left two messages at his house, and no response from his parents. Do you know when they were getting home?"
"No, I don't remember a specific time."
"Do you know where they went?"
"Somewhere in Louisiana, I don't remember exactly. Let me run by their house and see what's up."
My mind was going places I didn't want it to go, `not again' was all I could think. This couldn't be another situation like what happened to Mark.
He called back 30 minutes later, "I went by, there's a car in the driveway, and the house is all locked up. I looked through a couple windows, and nothing is out of place. I checked the back yard, and everything looked normal. I'm guessing they just got delayed somewhere? Why don't we wait till tomorrow and see what happens. In the meantime, maybe you can ask Willie where they were going and what car they were taking.
The boys were helping Matty settle in his north facing room, the one next to Keith and Benny. He preferred the pool view, to the front yard view. He was in room #5. For room numbering, we had decided that the room Keona and I shared was #1, and Mark and Brian's room was #2. Applying hotel-style numbering we assigned all north side rooms odd numbers and south side were even. I made a mental note to order his nameplate from McGregor Printing.
I got a chance to talk with Willie out on the patio. I explained his parents hadn't made it home yet, so he should plan to spend the night with us. I saw Mark's eyes widen in fear. I asked if he knew exactly where they were going.
"Not exactly, it was a convention at a casino by Lake something."
"Was it Lake Charles?"
"Yeah, that's it. Lake Charles."
"What kind of convention?"
"Dun no, something to do with my dad's work."
"What car did they take?"
"They would have taken the Cutlass for a drive that long."
"Ok buddy, thanks. How about you take your bag to whatever room you want to sleep in tonight."
When Willie ran off to see if he could bunk with Matty for the night and Mark expressed his fears to me. I told him, "Mark, it doesn't mean anything yet. Mr. Latham checked the house and everything was ok there. If they were driving back from Louisiana, they could have had a car problem, that's all. Those things happen all the time."
He countered, "But wouldn't they call and let him know?"
"Mark, they're brand new troop members, maybe they forgot to take the troop roster and don't have our phone numbers."
"They could call information!"
Mark was right, and I had no real comeback. "Maybe they didn't think about that." Yeah, that was lame, but the best I could do. "We're going to give them till tomorrow, and then we'll see."
I called Frank and told him. He already knew Bill had called him earlier. He too suggested we wait till morning. He subscribed to the breakdown theory as well or at least hoped for it.
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I was up early and first thing, I called Willie's house, still no answer. I walked across the street to see Frank. Frank had tried calling them too. Bill went by again on his way to work and got no answer at the door. He noted that the Cutlass was the car in the driveway. Still that didn't mean too much, they could have taken their other car. Frank called Phillip Patton; it was now an issue for CPS to get involved.
Phil arrived at Frank's before 8:00 a.m. and we told him everything we knew. He called the police. The police called the Casino in Lake Charles. The casino confirmed the couple was registered for the convention, but never arrived. Sheriff Deputies were sent to Willie's house to perform a welfare check.
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June July 1981
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The deputies smelled `a gaseous odor' the moment they gained entry. Gas to the home was turned off and doors and windows opened. William and Deborah Clemson were found dead in their bedroom as if they were asleep. The coroner estimated their deaths to have been Thursday night or Friday morning.
Monday 9:00 a.m., Phil, having gotten a phone call at Frank's house, had to tell William Clemson, Jr. who had just finished breakfast with his friends that both of his parents were dead. Willie was considered lucky, had he not been at summer camp, he too, would have died, but try telling that to a barely 11-years-old.
The rest of the kids were at a loss of what to say or do. They ended up in a big group hug. No words were said. There were no words that could make it any better, just their presence helped.
Brian's home schooling classes were cancelled. The rest of Monday, we tried to get our heads around everything going on. Matty never left Willie's side all day. They shared a common tragedy, and cried together.
Frank went in to work late and rearranged his schedule. He called every family in the troop to inform them of the Clemson's passing, starting with the Little Lizard patrol. He kept a list that contained the parent's work numbers and was able to reach everyone.
I needed to get Matty to the doctor for a follow-up appointment with Dr. Young I called on Monday and got one for Tuesday. That was amazing.
By early afternoon on Monday, Phillip returned bringing me foster papers on Willie. Searches by CPS staff so far had found no relatives. Willie couldn't help in that regard either, he never knew of any grandparents, or aunts or uncles. Phillip hadn't even asked if I would take him, he just knew.
I had the presence of mind to ask Phillip if there were plans for Marilyn Macias' funeral service. He knew of nothing, and said the county would eventually bury her remains if no one claims the body.
The deaths of a couple from McGregor and the miracle survival of their son were reported on the news Monday night with only preliminary and vague information. The son was reported to have survived because he was away at camp. The names were withheld pending the notification of relatives.
I felt sorry for Scoutmaster Latham. He was going to have some difficult scoutmaster's minutes at the next few troop meetings.
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The doctor appointment for Matty was Tuesday morning. Partially to help keep Willie occupied, I decided to take him along if nothing else he could have an initial visit for his baseline. He certainly didn't seem to have any medical issues. Worst case was he would get to read comic books in the waiting room.
When we checked in, I told the receptionist that I wanted to speak to the doctor privately before he saw the boys. She nodded.
Shortly, I was called in by the receptionist. I informed the doctor that I had two new boys for him to examine and described Matty's accident. He had Matty's records already; the hospital had sent them over. I also explained who Willie was, and why he was here. He was very understanding. Willie was already a patient of his. He spent a long time with the boys, even pushing back other patients' appointments. Matty was healing well, and Willie was healthy, but depressed, which was to be expected.
From the Doctor's office we drove to the mall to get Matty some decent clothing. The only non-uniform clothing Willie had was his clothes for horseback riding, hardly appropriate for late June in Texas. So we also bought Willie a set of shorts and a t-shirt. He could wear his flip-flops till we got access to his bedroom.
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Tuesday afternoon, I went to the Macias' address in Bellmead. Knowing that neighborhood's reputation, I took the older Suburban; I didn't want to stand out in a flashy, tricked out Suburban. I didn't take Matty today, I planned to search the house for anything of importance, and then bring Matty so he could take family pictures and anything he wanted. The address turned out to be a mobile home in a neighborhood of old run-down mobile homes.
The outside of his trailer needed paint, the skirting around it had collapsed years ago, and there were several cracked windows. The driveways were all dirt and many homes had multiple cars parked in what loosely could be called their front yards. Mostly they appeared to be inoperative. One neighbor had a boat that hadn't been in the water in years most likely. It had a large hole in the side below the waterline and the trailer had two very flat, rotted tires.
Inside the home, everything was very clean and neat. The furniture wasn't new, it was worn, but it wasn't worn out either. The beds were made; the dishes were all clean and stored.
I spent all afternoon looking through boxes and drawers, anywhere and everywhere for anything important. I found Matty's life in paperwork. Report cards, his baby bracelet, original hospital birth certificate. Photo albums, handmade cards, a macaroni noodle picture, all the things a mother would keep related to their only child. An hour into my search, there was a knock at the front door. The next-door neighbor was checking to see who I was.
After telling her I was Matty's new foster dad, she relaxed and opened up to me. She and Marilyn were good friends. She wanted to know all about Matty, his injuries, how he was doing. She told me everything, even what church she attended. She told me about even more boxes in the metal storage shed out back. She told me everything about the Macias' life, even the dark parts.
When we found the flyer for where they had gone the weekend of her death, the neighbor explained Mrs. Macias was the original nudist of the family, long before her marriage to `that fuckin' drunk' and the birth of Matty. Roberto introduced her to the sex group they were with her last weekend.
Matty was of course raised as a nudist, never wearing clothes unless absolutely necessary, even when playing outside. That did limit his circle of friends to those neighborhood children whose parents who didn't mind the nudity.
I filled boxes and placed them in the living room of everything I believed should go with Matty to our storage garage.
Matty's room looked just like every other 8-year-old's room would, except maybe too neat. There were no clothes on the floor, everything was folded and neatly stored. Even his socks were rolled into pairs and were stacked in the drawer. I looked, but didn't touch anything; I would leave that to Matty.
As the neighbor left, I told her I was bringing Matty back tomorrow to pick up the things he wanted and the boxes I placed in the living room. She told me she would come over to see him.
Searching the desk, I found something of use, a deed to a burial plot at a nearby cemetery. That gave me a clue as to her wishes that she, her husband, and son be buried. I did not find a will of any type.
The note attached to the plot deed I found very poignant. `Happy Birthday, my Husband. For your special day, I got us something we all may have to use if you don't cut down on your drinking.' She signed it, Your Loving Wife.
I found what appeared to be the Macias' wedding photo in their bedroom. It was obvious where Matty got his looks. He got his beautiful blond hair and bright blue eyes from his mom. He did not have her long face with high cheekbones though, his face was his father's, round with the same basic features, except he did have his mother's slimmer nose, where his father's was wide and prominent.
The photo next to the wedding picture was of Matty, marked age five on the back, was my first glimpse of just how beautiful he was without bruises. Taken in a photo studio, the picture was of Matty au natural. It was done very professionally. Certain features were discretely hidden by perfectly placed hands, but the photo left no doubt that he was naked. What captured me was his face. His hair around his eyes outlining the slightly darker skin he inherited from his dad. It made me hope that this little face would recover from his current injuries. He could make a living off his looks if he wanted.
I looked for other things of sentimental value that should go to Matty and looked for secret storage places where valuables or cash, which I felt belonged to Matty, could be stored. I didn't find much.
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For Matty's sake, I knew I needed to do something, and with the cemetery deed in hand, I was off to the Methodist church where the neighbor told me his mother attended. The minister there was grateful I was taking care of her child and said a blessing for me. He offered to officiate at any service there would be. Then, with his help and suggestions, we arranged a service at the church, with a `luncheon reception' afterwards for her church friends to visit with Matty, even though he only occasionally attended with her. Internment would be after lunch. We had to stay away from the July 4th weekend, so we chose the Wednesday following it, July 8th. That would allow the church to get organized over the weekend and for those that took off for the weekend to return home. He also suggested the services of a local funeral home for the coffin and transportation to the church then to the cemetery.
I went to the funeral home and made the arrangements. An inexpensive casket, at least it was inexpensive as compared to others that were offered. He asked if it was to be an open or closed casket. I told him, open, if at all possible. I thought it would help Matty to say good-bye, to see her at peace. He told me he would need one of her dresses, some jewelry, and a photograph.
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Tuesday evening the pastor of the Clemson's church, Harmon Valley Baptist Church called asking permission to stop by. I had all of us dress more appropriately for his visit. He knew the Clemson family well. They were long-time members; he had even married them in the church and baptized little Willie. He had been informed by another member family that they were the couple who passed away in their home, and where Willie was located.
He offered his services and the resources of his entire church community. It's a large community too. Harmon Valley is one of the oldest and largest church in the greater Waco area.
Not having his expertise in these matters, I allowed him to set the events that would lead up to the final internment. He recommended Serenity Funeral Home in a suburb of Waco just a few miles up the road who was affiliated with the church. He recommended a public viewing at the Funeral Home one evening, a celebration of life service at the church and a brief graveside service at the cemetery.
I couldn't believe that I was planning three funerals.
"Don't worry Mr. Jeffries, the Clemsons are part of our family, we'll help with everything. But you should talk with the funeral director very soon; he provides pre-arrangement services for church families, especially ones with children. If the Clemsons worked with him, most everything will already be arranged.
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Initially the Clemson house was taped off with `Crime Scene' tape. Wednesday, Phillip was allowed to take Willie inside to retrieve a limited amount of clothing and personal items. The coroner would not release the bodies till the reason behind their deaths was determined.
We're hosting a July 4th barbecue on Saturday. It's been planned since before summer camp and I thought it was important that it go forward for everyone's mental health. I put the boys in charge of working with Malea to plan it out.
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On Wednesday after Brian's classes were over for the day, I took Keona and Matty back to Bellmead with more empty boxes. I let the boys stay home and keep Malea company. It's not that they need an adult in charge, at 13 to 15, I trust them to look after Benny, Willie and Okeke, and they have Kerri right across the street. Frankie will probably be there and who knows how many others. Maybe that's why I left Malea in charge.
We again took the older Suburban and on the way I told Matty that I had been there yesterday, looking for any important papers. I backed the Suburban right up to the 3' x 3' porch on the side so that boxes could be loaded directly into the back. There was an eviction notice stapled to the front door.
Through force of habit, Matty was naked as soon as he walked in the front door. He laid his clothes over the chair by the door, something he'd obviously done many times before. The neighbor was there in an instant, as if she'd been watching for us.
Their reunion was touching; the two shared a bond and truly missed each other. After hugs and kisses, she held him back so she could look him over. "Oh baby, how many times did I tell you to wear your seat belt?"
"I'm sorry Mamma."
She looked up at Keona and me, "I'm not really you know, I've been his baby sitter for years, he just calls me that." I gave her my business card and told her she could come visit him anytime, but to expect more than one nude boy when she did, in fact a whole household of nudists.
We got busy doing what we were here to do, and that was to clear out his room. Keona helped Matty decide what to take and what to leave behind. What he owned most likely came from a thrift store and was well worn, much was past being serviceable. Keona talked Matty out of most clothing since we would be getting him all new clothes. But he did want to keep a couple of his favorite t-shirts.
While they worked together in his room, I went through the parents' room looking for a dress appropriate for her funeral. Most of her clothing was plain, simple dresses. Pushed to the back of her closet were some beautiful formal gowns. These must be from her days as a beauty queen. I would need Matty to point out his mom's favorite.
Things I thought we should take I put on the bed, like the photos from the dresser.
I explained to Matty as gently as I could that there would be a funeral for his mom. That she would be there for people to pay their respects, and that we would need to pick out clothing for his mom to wear.
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "This was her favorite dress, and it goes with her crown."
"Her crown?" I asked.
"Yeah, this," he explained picking up a tiara from the dresser, "She used to put this and the dress on when daddy was off on one of his drinking spells and she would dance with me in the living room. She looked nice in them."
She owned lots of jewelry, that looked expensive, but I wouldn't know without having someone look at it, so it was on the bed to potentially be sold for Matty's account.
"Did she wear any of this jewelry regularly?"
He pointed out a simple pair of earrings and matching neckless, "She wore those to church." Those all went in a bag for the funeral home.
"Matty, did your parents ever have a special place to put things? Somewhere no one would ever look. Somewhere they would hide things?"
"Daddy did, in here," he said moving to the living room. "You need to move his chair," he said pointing. Keona and I slid the chair out to the middle of the room. "Now pull back the corner of the carpet." It wasn't tacked down and easily folded back. "Take that piece of wood out." I pried the wood out with a bottle opener. Down in the hole was his emergency bottle of cheap whiskey.
Keona sent Matty around the entire home one last time to pick up anything he might want. He only brought back a couple things, souvenirs from happier times.
We boxed everything on the bed then put all the boxes in the Suburban. Before leaving I wrote a note: Anything in the house you want, take it, furniture, clothing, kitchen. Anything you don't take, the landlord gets. I wrapped the note around the key and left it under the neighbor's door. We went to the funeral home to drop off the clothing and jewelry. He took one look at the tiara. "Surely you don't want this buried with her?"
"Matty said it was her favorite."
"The stones are gem quality; it's worth several thousand dollars."
"Well, could she wear it till you close the casket? I want Matty to see it on his mother with this dress one more time."
"Yes, we can do that. We'll get it to you after the service at the church."
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The funeral director had records that the Clemsons did have a will, burial insurance, and had made cemetery arrangements. Now I only needed access to the house to find them.
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The final coroner report was released. Highlights of it revealed Mr. Clemson had complained of a persistent headache at work on Wednesday that had started on Tuesday. He missed work Thursday and Friday. Co-workers assumed he had taken a couple extra days off to extend his trip to Lake Charles with his wife since his son was away at Scout camp. It was likely the carbon monoxide was already making them ill as early as Tuesday. Mrs. Clemson died Thursday between 8 a.m. and noon. Mr. Clemson died Friday morning between midnight and 4 a.m.
The deaths were listed as accidental due to carbon monoxide poisoning. The early signs of CO poisoning were ignored, and the couple lost consciousness, unable to escape the danger. They would not have smelled anything, as the gasses built up slowly. Carbon monoxide is called the silent killer.
Mrs. Clemson died earlier because she had stayed in the home Tuesday and Wednesday while her husband went to work allowing his system to clear some of the poison.
The cause of the carbon monoxide accumulation was determined to be a blocked flue from the hot water heater. An opossum had crawled down inside and died, blocking the carbon monoxide from escaping. It then backed up into the laundry room off the kitchen, and then rest of the house, eventually reaching a lethal level.
The bodies were released to the funeral home, and the house was released by the police.
Now able to enter the property, I went to the house to search for documents. They only lived a few blocks away. They were a very organized couple. The file drawer in the desk and the file cabinet next to it contained everything: The Will listing a church friend as the executor; mortgage and life insurance documents; deed for the cemetery; mortgage records; banking records including, savings book, and checkbook; and a folder from the funeral home with a complete plan for their funeral service.
The surprise was finding was inside the will. It designated a person to be the caregiver for Willie should something happen to Mr. & Mrs. Clemson.
Knowing the funeral home would need clothing I went to their closet. His outfit was easy; his suit was hung prominently in his closet along with white shirts. He had a variety of ties and I chose one that looked like it was used frequently.
Choosing her outfit was more difficult, she had many to select from, so I went looking for a photograph. Over the mantel was a recent family portrait. Based on Willie in it, I would say it was less than a year old. I went back to her closet and found that exact dress and in her jewelry found the simple neckless and earrings. The tie I had selected for Mr. Clemson was the same one he was wearing in the photograph.
On my way to the funeral director, I stopped at CPS and had Phillip copy the caregiver information. He told me to wait; he picked up the phone and called. A woman answered, and after Phillip explained the reason for the call, citing her recent divorce, she declined to take Willie. Phillip hung up. "That's almost always the response we get from those. People's lives change, they grow apart, circumstances change, those designated guardians rarely work out. He's staying with you for now, my friend."
I realized that with all that has happened after Mark's adoption that I needed to update my Will too. I'm sure the Wilsons would still agree to be guardians, but now Keona would be my first choice.
I was disappointed at the news and at the same time relieved that he would not be leaving us. He's a super kid, and right now he's helping Matty do things when his cast gets in the way.
I drove on to the funeral home and provided the director the information I had found and the clothing I selected for them. Then stopped at the church on the way home and provided the pastor with the same information. I found the pastor to be much friendlier than the funeral director for some reason, couldn't put my finger on it. I sat with the pastor and knowing I had one funeral on Wednesday, he suggested we get them both over. Have the viewing on Thursday evening and the service and internment on Friday.
I want this nightmare to be over too, I agreed to his plan. He called the funeral director while I sat there while he confirmed the days and times.
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The boys did a great job coordinating with Malea on our big July 4th celebration at the home on Saturday. We had Scouts running around, the Wilsons, of course; the Pattons came, Phyllis choosing to wear a swimsuit, Phillip let his wild side out. Linda and Chris were invited; Wayland Powell came and joined in completely. Although I almost regretted it, I didn't know how to explain a scrotum that hung down that far.
The barbecue was going all day, anytime someone wanted a hamburger or hot dog Keona or I would grill one. Malea had tons of food spread out on the counter in front of the kitchen and a seemingly unending supply of fruity alcoholic concoctions.
Phillip got his fill of touches of youthful flesh as he made himself available for various activities in the pool.
I didn't allow any fireworks in the yard, too many people with too much sensitive skin that could get burned.
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We had as much time as necessary to clear out Willie's things, the executor I had turned the will over to, told me to let him know when we were done and he'd take care of the rest.
Again armed with empty boxes Keona and I took Willie to his house. In my brief time there Friday, I hardly looked around.
We boxed everything Willie owned. Except for the furniture, we left his room empty. Even took his bedspread for his new room. The rest of the house we went through selecting specific things. We took every picture, and photo album including the one over the mantel. One closet he called their Game Night closet. He wanted to share those games with his brothers. We packed up the entire closet and took them home to the game room. I had to buy a bookcase for all the games we now had, but it was an excellent addition, and it allowed Willie to contribute to his new home.
He sat behind his dad's desk. "I know my new room already has a desk, but can I have this one instead? This was my Dad's desk. He used to hold me in his lap in this chair and read to me."
"Absolutely Willie, we'll move the current desk to the classroom and you can have this one, but we'll have to come back for it."
"Thanks Dad," he slipped. I just let it go.
"This feels really weird," he said as we entered his parents' room. "I hardly ever came in here." He stood just inside the door staring at the bed that was still unmade. "That's where they died, huh?"
"Yes, they died peacefully in their sleep."
"We should make the bed. Mom didn't like it when the beds weren't made."
"You take this side, I'll take the other." We moved to the respective sides of the bed and began straightening the sheets.
"So they weren't in any pain?"
"No, not really, we know your dad complained of a headache, and that's a symptom of the gas poisoning, so your mom probably had one too. But you don't notice a headache when you're asleep."
"That's good, I wouldn't want them to have been in any pain." We pulled up the bedspread finishing the bed. "There, that looks much better," he said satisfied with the job.
He picked up his dad's wristwatch. "This was my dad's watch, can I have it?"
"Willie, do you know what a Will is?"
"'Course, it's how you leave stuff to others when you die."
"That's right. Your mom and dad left a Will. In it, they left everything to you. This house, the cars, and everything in the house all belongs to you."
"So I can keep it, right?"
"Right, it's yours to keep."
"Dad had his dad's watch too, he said one day it would be mine, have you seen another watch?"
"No but we can look for it."
The first place he looked was in his dad's nightstand and spied a box of condoms. "Oh look, my dad had condoms," something he learned about in the sex education class at summer camp.
"Yeah, most men who don't want another child have condoms."
"Can I have them? What's this thing?" he asked holding up a cylindrical object.
"Remember when Mrs. Wilson was telling you about sex between a man and a woman at camp?" He nodded. "Well, that's a toy, to make having sex more fun.
"Twist the flat end." It buzzed to life. "It's called a vibrator."
"What's it for?"
I know he's going to find out soon from his brothers, so I decided to tell him. "It helps a man or a woman become more aroused."
"How does it do that?"
"It fits inside the woman's vagina or the man's rectum and the vibrations feel really good." Don't go there, don't go there, please don't go there . . .
"So it's like a penis. Can you show me?" Damn he went there. . .
"Ok, take your pants off and get on the bed." I took the device in the bathroom, washed it, and grabbed a wad of toilet paper. The lube was in the drawer too. I sat next to the half-naked boy and put the lube over the tip. "Pick your legs up"
"This is just like anal sex then."
"Yeah, very similar." I replied. `Ah, the things boys learn at summer camp, I'll bet Mark taught him that.' I thought to myself. (I was wrong though; he'd had his first anal experience with a neighbor boy and shared that information with Mark the first night of summer camp). He pulled his knees up and wrapped an arm around each one.
"OK, I'm ready."
I placed the rounded end against his cute little puckered star-shaped anus and began working it around slowly, pressing it deeper and deeper. His anus stretching out over the rounded end until the shaft was all that was left. His eyes looked at me in wonder and expectation and probably lust.
"Ok, this is where it gets interesting." I twisted the bottom one click.
"OH Shit," he exclaimed after sucking in a large breath.
"Remember what Kerri told you about your prostate?" I don't think he could talk he just nodded rapidly. "This is going to touch your prostate." I pushed it on in. His penis was a rock-hard little spike pointing at his belly. It contacted his prostate and his whole lower body seemed to contract.
"OH. . . OH MY! . ."
I move the tapered end from side to side and over and back getting all sides of his sex gland. He lasted maybe 90 seconds and exclaimed, "I'm cumming!" as he again tensed up, this time quivering through a dry orgasm or as Mark had explained to me, a drygasm. When it passed, I turned off the vibrations and slowly withdrew the device from his rectum. I wiped his butt with the toilet paper. "Can I keep that too? That's awesome."
"Yes, you can keep it, but for personal use. I'd rather you not share that with Matty, he's still a little young, and you can keep the lubricant too. When you run out, I'll get you more."
"Matty likes having his dick jacked or sucked and he has drygasms too," Willie informed me replying to my comment that Matty was too young. Well that wasn't a big surprise based on his comment at camp about it hurting when he tried jacking-off.
"Yeah, most boys do. Even a baby boy will play with his dick if his diaper isn't in the way. I put the condoms, vibrator, and lube on the bed. We looked through all the drawers in the dresser and chest, we found things that were obviously meaningful to either his mother or father. If Willie found them interesting, we added them to the pile on the bed to be saved. We did finally find his grandfather's watch, a pocket watch that was too old to have been purchased new by his grandfather, so it was likely his great-grandfather's watch.
While we were looking he asked, "What am I going to do with a house?"
"Well, you could keep it and rent it out. The income from the rent could help pay for your college, and when you get too old to live with me, you could move back in. Or we can let the executor sell it and you would get the money for your bank account."
"I don't have a bank account."
"You will now, your mom and dad had money in the bank that you'll receive and they both had life insurance policies. You'll be getting the money from those policies as well. We can add the money from the sale of the house to the account."
"How much am I getting from the life insurance?"
"Each policy was for $50,000."
"$100,000! I'm rich!"
"Well, maybe not rich, but for a boy your age, that's a good start."
"How much would the house sell for?"
"Oh, I'm not sure, maybe $35,000."
"Since I'm going to have the money from the insurance, I don't think I need to sell the house."
"No you don't. If you need the money someday, you could always sell it then."
"I think I want to keep the house. Could you help me rent it out?"
"I think what we can do is have a management company take care of it for you. They can make repairs when necessary; make sure the grass is mowed. . ."
"Oh good, I don't like mowing grass," he interjected.
"And find people or families to rent it to."
"Cool, I'd like a family to live here. This is a family house."
"Then we'll let the management company know that."
"Yeah, tell them the kids can ride their bikes to school and. . . Oh shit, I almost forgot about my bike, can I take it too?"
"Typical 11-year-old subject change, "Sure, we brought the Suburban, where is it?"
"It's in the garage," and we deviated to the garage to see what we could find. I had to find the key to back their second car out.
It was good to see him speaking positively about moving forward, talking about his future, letting go . . .
I found the car keys and backed the car out of the garage. He grabbed his bike, which was the smallest of the three. "Isn't that bike a little small for you?"
"Yeah, I need a bigger one."
"How about taking your Dad's bike?"
"It's too tall for me."
"I think we can adjust it and make it shorter."
"Ok, I'd like to have his bike. What should I do with mine?"
"Do you have a neighbor or friend you could give it to?"
"Could I give it to Matty? He doesn't have a bike does he?"
"No he doesn't. I was going to get one for him, but if you'd like to give him yours, that would be very nice. It's just his size too."
"How about my mom's bike? It's too big for Okeke. Does Miss. Malea need one?"
"Don't let her hear you call her Miss. Malea, she prefers just plain Malea, and no, I don't think she has one. You could give it to her."
Since we were now in the garage, we finished looking around there. We found a couple things like baseball equipment he wanted. So we took it to the bedroom and added to the pile.
We finished in the bedroom by searching the closets, parents like hiding things in their closets. Willie looked down below, I looked on the higher shelves. I found some rolled up webbing that would explain the two eyehooks screwed into the ceiling, they had a sling. Neither the good church-going executor of the estate nor their son needed to know about it.
The only room left was the kitchen, and there was nothing either of us found, although we did take a couple sodas from the fridge.
We boxed up the stuff on the bed. Since his adventure with the vibrator, he hadn't gotten redressed, I wondered how long he would stay naked from the waist down. Now that we were going outside, I told him to put his clothes back on. He dressed and we loaded the boxes in the back seat. The three bicycles went in the far back where the third seat would normally be.
I went home and dropped Willie, the boxes, and the bicycles at the house, and drove over to the hardware store. There are always a couple guys with pickup trucks hanging around outside looking for hauling or odd jobs. I hired one with the truck that looked the cleanest. I had he and his associate follow me to the Clemson house.
So they wouldn't know the house was empty, I let them believe I lived there and was donating the desk to the new foster home. He, his helper, and I were able to move the desk into the truck, but only after removing all the drawers. We put the drawers in the Suburban. I also went to the bedroom closet and removed the sling from the top shelf.
They followed me to the home's side residential entrance and unloaded the desk and slid it to room 5 on a piece of carpet. I had them move the old desk to the classroom. I paid them, added a tip, and allowed them to go with my thanks. Keith was the only one who was around and helped me move the drawers into Willie's room.
That evening I called the Clemson's executor and I informed him Willie would like to keep the house and rent it specifically to families, using a property manager. He told me he knew one through church and would take care of it.
Willie's slip, calling me dad, made me realize, a boy needs someone to call dad. I'm not going to make them use papa anymore. If they want to call me dad, I'm ok with that.
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Marilyn Macias' celebration of life was scheduled for 11:00 a.m. Wednesday morning. I was so impressed every single member of It's A Boys' Life attended the service except Frank whose court was in session. In his place, Kerri, Frankie, and Staci attended. Even Roy was there, and in a suit no less, but he still arrived on his Harley.
The service was well attended, women from the church mostly. The coffin was at the front of the sanctuary with the lid open as we requested. There were a few flower displays present, a couple of which I had arranged. We entered and walked down front to view her body. Matty, being only almost nine wasn't tall enough to see inside the casket so I picked him up so he could see.
Knowing how severe the accident was, I was very pleased with her appearance. "Isn't she beautiful?" Matty exclaimed loud enough for the entire audience to hear.
"She sure is," I said just barely stopping myself from saying `was' instead of is. She truly was a beautiful woman; she still looked like a beauty queen. Her pale blue gown, and long blond hair topped with the tiara made her look like she had just stepped off the stage.
Keona and Kerri ushered the rest of the group off to our seats leaving Matty and me standing there alone. Even new visitors stayed back giving us space. We talk about how peaceful she looked and he took comfort in that. I suggested he say whatever he wanted to his mother, as this would be the last time he would be able to see her face. But she would always be with him in his heart.
"Bye Mommy, I miss you already. I'll never forget you. Don't worry about me I'm ok. I'm all healed up already and I've got a great new home and I gots 5 brothers, two dads, a nice lady that's like a mom, and a sister who all love me." He made me proud and he made me cry.
We took our seat on the center aisle in the front row. The next-door neighbor came up and said hi to Matty, then went up to see Marilyn. On the way back, she squatted down in aisle and talked with Matty. He repeated his question, "Isn't she beautiful?" to her.
"She is, and just think Matty, she'll be that beautiful forever."
She leaned over Matty and took my hand. "Thank you for the note. I was able to upgrade several pieces for myself, then I let my neighbors take whatever they wanted. We just about cleaned the place out. There's not much left for the landlord."
Everyone who came up to the casket said something to Matty, some if only to say they would see him after the service.
The organ music had started about 15 minutes before the service was scheduled, and at 11:00 the Minister came up the aisle and took his place at the pulpit. There was a prayer; a woman with a very nice voice sang a song; the minister recounted Marilyn's many activities with and for the church, and people in the audience got up and said more nice things about her and shared personal memories and stories with the audience. More music was played and it was happy music. It was a joyous celebration.
When the service ended, everyone adjourned to a large meeting room where the churchwomen put on a major spread. Every finger food imaginable had been homemade and brought to the reception.
The casket was moved to the Vestibule area just outside the sanctuary. Near it was a table for cards and the guest book. All during the reception people who hadn't seen Marilyn could visit her one last time. Everyone commented on how beautiful she was. I also heard some rather sharp comments about her no-good husband.
Every person came up to Matty to kiss him or touch his face. The old women liked to pinch his cheek and he didn't like that. They all expressed their condolences in some way or another.
The reception lasted till 1:00 p.m. and it was time for the motorcade to the cemetery. Before leaving, we were presented with a basket with all the condolence cards, the guestbook, and a box containing the tiara. When we arrived at the church, we had been directed to a specific spot in the parking lot. Now our cars had little flags that said `Funeral' on the hood. The hearse with Marilyn's coffin inside was directly in front of us. Keona rode with Kerri since we now have ten and the Suburban only seats nine, their SUV was right behind us.
At the cemetery, six men carried her to the grave and sat the casket on a platform. It was a simple short service, a couple prayers, and it was done. A few more expressions of condolence and we drove home. Matty's mom was gone.
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With everything going on, I almost missed the bright spot of the month Brian's graduation from the 7th grade. Through all this, Keona and Brian have continued to work on his lessons, and he passed his last test today. He completed half the 5th grade, all of the 6th grade, and the entire 7th grade, in only 10½ months.
I wanted to do something special for him, but tonight is the viewing, and tomorrow is the funeral. I begged Brian to postpone his graduation celebration till Saturday or Sunday when we can do it up right.
He told me, "You don't need to do anything special, Matty and Willie need you right now. . . Let's just do a barbecue Sunday. He understood the sorrow that his new brother was going through. Sunday would be fine, he was just happy to be caught up with his classmates. He would start 8th grade with them in September.
The troop cancelled the troop meeting tonight so the scouts and their parents could attend the visitation and pay their respects to their brother Scout. They were also cancelling the troop campout this weekend since a two-week summer camp ended only two weeks prior.
We were told to be at the funeral home at 4:30 and not to eat dinner. The pastor met us there and showed us where the Clemsons would be, but that room was not currently open.
He showed us the `Family Room', which is a room with a bathroom, couches, chairs, a refrigerator, and tables. He explained the women's organization would be bringing plenty of food and we could take breaks whenever we felt it was necessary to get away, but that many people would be here tonight to see Willie.
He offered his counseling any time we might need to talk; he would be here till closing at 9:00 p.m.
About a quarter to five, the women began arriving bringing dish after dish after tray of food and taking it to the Family Room. The woman organizing it introduced herself to me as "Lois, but with all the people you'll be meeting tonight I doubt you'll remember my name, and that's ok."
I didn't forget her kindness or her name. I even sent her a thank you card via the church on behalf of Willie.
At 10 minutes to five, the funeral director came and got me. "We're ready for you and young William in the viewing salon."
"Ready for what"
"The family usually likes to see the deceased privately before everyone else gets here, just a few moments to be alone. Would you like to take William in?"
"Yeah, I guess so, that sounds like a good idea actually." I found Willie and we went to where the director was waiting for us. The pastor joined us.
"If it's alright with you, may I accompany you inside?"
"Yeah, sure I guess."
The director opened a door and Willie and I walked through. I wasn't prepared for what was inside. The viewing salon was about 35 feet wide and 60 feet deep, there were maybe 20 or so chairs set in rows. At the far end were two caskets. They were mirror images of each other, Mr. Simpson on the left, Mrs. Simpson on the right. The heads of their caskets met in the center and were at an angle to each other forming a wide `V'. They had a copy of the family portrait that Willie and I took from above their mantel, centered above and behind the two caskets.
Flowers were everywhere. The entire back wall behind the caskets was covered in flowers. There was a large blanket of red roses with a banner across it that said "Mom" resting on top of the casket on the closed half over her legs. An identical blanket of white roses with a banner saying "Dad" was on the other coffin.
The walls on either side were lined with more flowers, but only from the floor up about 6 feet, but they covered the length of the room. I don't believe I've ever seen so many flowers in one place.
Willie and I walked hand-in-hand up to the dual coffins. I stooped and picked him up so he could get a better view of their faces.
"They look like they're asleep. Mr. Jeffries." We'd had the discussion of what he should call me, but he had reverted to the name from summer camp.
"I keep expecting them to blink their eyes and wake up. But I know they won't." That didn't require an answer, so I just squeezed his hand. We just stood there looking at them. I wondered what was going on in his mind. I felt so utterly helpless.
The pastor joined us stepping up next to Willie. "They're at peace William," he said.
"Yeah, I know. I can feel it. I'm at peace too."
"Are you ready then? People are arriving to meet you and offer condolences."
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Come this way, you and Mr. Jeffries can stand over here. Your friends will come to either see you first then move up, or do the reverse. You're going to be kissed a lot tonight. Not you Mr. Jeffries, they'll mostly just shake your hand," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, my brother told me about his mom's funeral yesterday. He warned me about the old ladies tying to pinch my cheeks."
"True, they do like to do that. It's supposed to add color to your cheeks. Shall we open up?" Willie nodded.
The door we came through to enter the room is part of a movable wall, which will open the entire width of the room. The director pushed a button and the wall disappeared into a closet.
The rest of my family moved in and the viewing began. That included the Wilsons; funny, I consider them family. Maybe not so funny, they are family; they just have a different last name.
Every half hour the pastor would come in to relieve us for 5 minutes. Willie and I would go to the family room just to get away and get a drink or a bite to eat. There was a constant stream of well-wishers. I got a moment and asked why there were so many people. The pastor explained the large congregation combined with the fact that the Clemsons were very active and very popular in the church. I also asked how they got the portrait, since we have the one from the house. Turns out the portrait was taken at the church as part of a pictorial church phone directory.
Each time we came back from a break, there was a backlog of people wanting to talk with us. For the first hour, I was introducing myself as the Chief Executive Officer of It's A Boys' Life and William's new foster dad. I quickly tired of that and resorted to just his new foster dad.
Starting just before the troop's regular meeting time, members of the Scout troop began arriving with their parents. I only knew the meeting had been cancelled, I didn't know the Scouts organized to show up to support their fellow Scout by wearing their uniforms. Even my boys had snuck their uniforms in and changed in the Family Room. That brought a tear to Willie's eye, and for the first time tonight, he cried when Mark, in uniform, hugged him on behalf of the Little Lizards. Scoutmaster Latham came too, as did most of the troop committee, and he told me the troop would be there tomorrow as well, and were actually part of the program.
The crowd was growing. Dinner was over and whole families were coming to see Willie and say good-bye to his parents. Willie knew some of the children near his age from Sunday school. The director opened another room so all the people could fit inside the building.
We couldn't take our break at 7:30 or 8:00 there were too many people to see. The director noticed that constant standing was wearing Willie down and brought in a couple of stools for us to sit on. I sat slightly behind him and off to the side so I could still shake hands.
By 8:30, the crowd was thinning and we took off to the Family Room. We found the kids there. We ate a snack from the great food the women brought and got something to drink. Willie fell asleep leaning against Mark. I decided to let him sleep a few minutes hoping it would be like a power nap. I woke him and went back out for the last 15 minutes.
The pastor was handling the visitors in our absence and when we returned they each talked, hugged, or kissed Willie before departing. Throughout the evening, I got my fair share of hugs and kisses for being there for Willie and taking him in. People also handed me envelopes containing cash or checks for It's A Boys' Life. That touched my heart, these people who don't know me, are donating money to the home where Willie is to live. The last visitors to arrive came in about 8:50. The last to leave, departed about 9:15. We retired to the Family Room including the pastor, and rested, again Willie slept.
The pastor expressed his admiration for our Foundation and the home we've built. He strongly hinted that he knew about the more unusual dress code in the home, but said boys will be boys.
"What happens to all this food." I asked.
"If you like, take it home."
I looked at Malea, "Yeah, I can work with that," she said.
I then noticed all the containers were throw-away style, nothing needed to go back to their owners.
The director brought us a similar, but larger basket with the condolence cards and a few more loose checks and two guest books, the first one was full.
It took a few trips to the Suburban to get all the leftover food into the back and the reverse when we got home. The pantry exterior door was a great design feature giving us direct access to the pantry and the large refrigerator.
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The funeral was planned for 2:00 p.m. this would allow working people to take half a day off work to attend the service. Normally, it would be held at the funeral home, but with the expected crowd, it was set for the church. The boys who were Scouts, again dressed in their uniforms. However, I kept Willie in his suit.
We needed two cars so the Wilson's offered to drive. When we pulled in the church parking lot, a man in a yellow vest was directing traffic. After getting our name, he directed us to park behind the second hearse in lot 3. He put the little `Funeral' flag on both our hoods. Driving to lot 3 showed just how large this church really is. I had never notice before; it may qualify as one of those mega churches.
We were met at the front door by two of our Scouts, both from the Leadership Corps, opening the doors for the visitors to enter the Vestibule. There was a table with another guestbook with a Little Lizard offering it for signatures for those who had not already signed last night. There was also a basket for additional cards to be dropped off. He and the table were surrounded by many of the flowers from the funeral home.
Each door into the Sanctuary was manned by another Little Lizard; the center aisle had two. They were handing out a program of the service including the order of the service, songs to be sung by the choir, hymns to be sung by the congregation, Bible verses to be read, and a responsive reading. One of the two at the center escorted us to our seats, again in the front row, right in front of the rest of the troop who was already seated.
The caskets were in front of the Chancel on the same level as the congregation. They were closed today and the family portrait was on an easel between them. They were surrounded by several more of the flowers from last night. The "Mom" and "Dad" displays were on top of the caskets.
This service was similar to Wednesday's service, but yet, was different. It was more formal and when members of the congregation spoke there were none of the happy stories, just stories extoling the virtues of the couple in their service to the church.
Mr. Latham was one of the first to speak, a microphone was passed to him, and he addressed the congregation. "I did not really know Mr. or Mrs. Clemson, I only met them twice and they had not yet had the opportunity to become active in our troop.
"Young William Jr., or as we know him, Willie, is one of the newest members of our troop and I had the privilege to spend two weeks with him at summer camp, giving me ample time to get to know him. He is a kind loving, friendly, outgoing, yet at times a mischievous young man. He has proven his trustworthiness to his troop and his loyalty to his patrol. At camp, he was always helpful to his fellow Scouts and was always courteous to his leaders. His cheerful smile was contagious and he obediently did whatever was asked of him. Seeing the environment he grew up in, I now understand where his reverence to God came from.
"That is what he is today, but he did not get there alone. His parents built that path for him to follow, and nurtured him along the way. Through him, I believe I know the essence of Mr. and Mrs. William Clemson.
"Willie now bravely faces a new future, but he is not alone, if anything, his family has grown. The home where William now lives is run by my predecessor, he now has five brothers and a sister with more to come.
"Because of how he was raised William will be all right. Because of your added guidance, he will be an asset to humanity. Because of who he lives with, he will grow strong into manhood." He relinquished the microphone.
There were other speeches from church members, but I don't remember any of them.
When the service ended, the troop stood and filed out into the main aisle lining it on both sides all the way to the back door, standing with their heads bowed. Four men came from the sides and wheeled the caskets down the aisle. We were motioned to follow them. When the last of the family passed a Scout, they fell in behind us.
In the Vestibule, we were pulled off to the side and positioned so those who hadn't attended last night could stop and speak to William. The Scouts continued outside following the caskets.
We stayed off to the side as everybody else exited. Many people did stop to talk briefly with Willie. He even got his cheek pinched.
We were told when to go to our cars and did so waiting further instructions. Finally, the hearses started up and we were motioned to follow. As we moved toward the street exit, more and more cars fell in line. Four sheriff motorcycles escorted us through stop signs and red traffic lights by blocking the intersections.
We stopped near the gravesite and again saw the double row of Scouts lining the path from the hearses to the grave. When we were in place at the graveside, men removed the caskets and carried them to the platforms above the open graves. The remaining flowers from the funeral home lined the platform obscuring the open holes. People were still arriving from their cars.
When all were settled, the pastor opened with a prayer for the departed. Fifteen minutes later, he ended with a prayer of hope and peace and a benediction.
Everyone cleared out quickly; the troop was standing off to the side waiting patiently. I asked Willie if he wanted to say anything to his parents before we left.
"Naah, I got `em right where I need `em," he pointed to his chest. "I can talk to `em anytime I want." He got up and walked over to the troop.
"How are you doing, Love?" Keona asked me.
"I'm ok I think. Not having known any of the deceased too well, I wasn't too emotionally invested. I only had to support the boys through their ordeal."
"You did a fantastic job too. Shall we go thank the troop for their involvement?"
"Yeah I'm ready to go home and have one or two of those fruity drinks Malea makes, and eat leftovers from last night."
We went down to where the troop was and thanked them for being with us today. I told Bill what a great job he did speaking at the funeral, then mentioned he left our two of the twelve points. He challenged me to tell him which ones. "Thrifty and clean."
"Yeah, well what 11-year-old is clean at summer camp? I just couldn't justify giving him credit for it, and I couldn't think of how to work thrifty into the talk. I made my point."
"That you did, and very eloquently."
"Thank you. I have you to thank for that, I just asked myself what Allen Jeffries would say."
Malea took my suggestion and made us some blended drinks when we got home and made a separate pitcher full for seconds. She warmed the leftovers from Thursday, there were enough left over to save of from making dinner for fourteen.
I reminded Malea of Brian's graduation and his suggestion of a barbecue on Sunday.
"Don't you worry Mr. Allen, I'll take care of everything, you've done enough this week.
Malea saved the day, Sunday's dinner was a barbecue on the patio with steaks and other foods Brian likes, and she finished up with a graduation cake. His scholastic achievement was most remarkable.
What was interesting was that his celebration helped everyone break away from the sorrow of the week and helped move us into a celebratory mood. I think we all moved on that day.
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July August 1981
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With all the stuff Willie moved from his old bedroom, he did a respectable job decorating his new one. He did actually make the move into his own room after Brian's graduation celebration. Matty too incorporated many of his family's items in the decoration of his room as well. Both had portraits as prominent features on their walls. Willie had his family portrait, Matty, the portrait of his mother.
Matty occasionally needed help like when he hung his family portrait. He expressed a desire to get a new portrait of his new family. A new tradition was begun, each time the makeup of our family changed by adding a new long-term boy; we took a new family portrait and updated the large one over the mantle and the one in my office. Anyone who wanted one could have a copy too. Willie held off giving Matty his old bicycle since he couldn't ride it with a heavy cast and his birthday was coming up. Besides, he wanted to clean it up for him first.
I did order and picked up the new name plaques for Willie and Mateo. He wants to be called Matty, but wanted his plaque to be his more formal name Mateo.
Matty's bruises had all but disappeared after three weeks. His face looks just as it did in his portrait taken when he was a 5-year-old. He was adorable, but I quickly found out I couldn't call him that to his face.
July 20th was a major day other than the 12th anniversary of the moon landing. Matty had a doctor's appointment to have his arm assessed for potentially removing his cast after 4 weeks. The doctor examined it, lifted it, and twisted it. Matty claimed it didn't hurt so it was removed. Arriving home, Matty left a trail of clothing as he ran from the garage directly to the pool and jumped in. His arm was weak after four weeks of non-use, but swimming, and the exercises described on the hospital post-care instructions will help that recover quickly.
In four days, we'll be leaving for Boys Weekend at Sun Ranch. He saw many of the activities, but his cast prevented him from participating in very many, but now free from his cast, Matty couldn't wait.
Planning for the trip, I figured we'd need both Suburbans. Depending on how many guests, we may even need the Wilson's SUV because just the two households, that's now 14 bodies. Maybe we could hold it at four guests and limit us to just the Suburbans.
Several boys declined invitations because of family commitments. But Linda and Chris, Brian's soccer buddy and his mom; and Robert were interested. What Robert was most interested in was inviting a school friend along. Nick was the same age as Robert and was in his classes at school. He too was exploring his own consciously suppressed male-centric sexual persuasion with Robert. Of course, we said yes, and we had our magic number, 18 and could do it with just the Suburbans. We did have to speak with Nick's parents to get the permission slip. They were already accepting who Nick was becoming and welcomed his weekend with Robert. Their attitude was refreshing for a Texas family and certainly in stark contrast to Robert's father.
But limiting participation because of transportation did start me thinking again about ordering that 22-passenger bus. We have been kicking around ideas for a vacation, Utah was rising to the top of the list for its many national and state parks among the beautiful red rock country, and of course, the Grand Canyon is in that general direction too. A two-car caravan wasn't appealing to me, and I finally pulled the trigger. I called the company in Indiana and ordered my dream bus.
Yeah, it was expensive, but what did I care? It got terrible gas mileage, but that wasn't the point, we could all travel together. I ordered it in a red two-tone livery with the foundation name proudly on both sides and the back. The seats were plush almost like a living room recliner. In fact, they did recline a little. It pissed me off that I had to ORDER seatbelts. I would have thought they would have come as standard equipment.
I ordered almost every option including two small ceiling-mounted TVs with a VHS player and complete sound system with the PA option, and a cooler that ran off the engine or a battery or electricity when the engine was off. It wasn't a large cooler, but big enough to keep drinks and a day's worth of snacks cool for the entire bus. It's really the same as travel trailer refrigerators. I was disappointed though; the delivery couldn't be scheduled till November.
For July's Boys Weekend at the Ranch, Malea's theme was `Fun With Potatoes', where the classes made three different potato dishes. Since baking potatoes takes too long, she again had to cheat and pre-bake the spuds for each class. Dinner at the house Saturday night was a Baked Potato Bar, but ours had Kalua pork as a filling.
July 29th I got the call from Garcia Furniture that the final load of furniture was ready for delivery. They would arrive July 31 if that were ok.
"Miguel, that's wonderful. You finished almost 2 months early."
"Si, Mr. Jeffries. I did not properly figure the schedule using my new production methods. That allowed me to make thing faster and with more consistent quality."
"Take your time and drive carefully. See you on the 31st. You'll be able to stay in the home with us, now that we have enough beds."
"Gracias, Mr. Jeffries. We will only stay one night I think. We need to get back; we have new orders to fill."
"That's great Miguel, tell me about it when you get here."
Two days later, they pulled up in the driveway and stopped at the gate. They walked around to the front door. The boys answered, and since they recognized Miguel and Jose, opened the door without donning the robes.
Miguel and Jose were a little surprised being welcomed by two naked boys and by several more as the entered the home. The last time they were here, there were several workers still around, other deliveries, and work still being finished, both inside and outside. Clothing for residents was required at that time. Now we've slipped into what I would call `normal.'
I ambled out to the great room and immediately sensed not embarrassment, but maybe more of an unsureness on their part about how to proceed.
I immediately realized my error and shooed the boys away. I walked past them and grabbed my robe from beside the door and threw it around me and tied up the front.
"Sorry about that, gentlemen." I said somewhat sheepishly. "I forgot that last time you were here, everyone was still wearing clothes. I'm afraid you've caught us in our normal state. We don't wear clothing inside the house. I'll have everyone put something on while you're here."
"No, no Mr. Jeffries, this is your house, you and your boys wear whatever you like."
Just then, Okeke wandered over to see who had arrived, she hadn't heard me shoo the boys away and was as naked as they were.
"Or your girls," he added.
"Really, are you sure? It's no problem for them to throw something on."
"My boys growing up were just like yours. I guess we were just surprised. I have missed that time. Seeing your children brings back fond memories. This is your home, you, and they, should be comfortable. It's ok with us."
"Well if you're comfortable, you're welcome to join us anytime. How was the drive?"
"Not bad Mr. Jeffries, we have the last of your order."
I reminded them my name was Allen, and invited them on into the home. We stopped by the kitchen to get them drinks; Malea was there in just her apron.
We sat at an empty furniture group and Miguel explained by using new production methods he was able to make all of the furniture faster. His methods included cutting all identical pieces at the same time with one set-up of the machinery.
He went on telling us that while building our furniture he had secured a contract with a Santa Fe Plaza furniture store to carry a line of his furniture. They were going to sell his bedroom sets and dining room tables and chairs. He was going to keep the shop he was renting, and had already turned off all the billings to our foundation.
"We need to unload and the way to the classroom is blocked off. Can we get closer?"
"Yes, I'll just have to open the gate for you."
On the west side of the house, they unloaded three desk and chair combinations, and six 5-foot tables with nine matching stools. Two additional stools we ordered were brought in and taken to the kitchen breakfast counter.
They brought in my bookshelves for my office. Installing them required drilling into the wall so bolts could securely hold the shelves in place. Miguel and Jose handled the task. Except for the bookshelves being empty, my office looked very similar to Mr. Stone's original office. Mine is a bit more open with large windows and a sliding glass door that opens to the patio.
Something I had not thought of, Miguel did. He showed me that to install the shelving; he would need to cut through the back of the shelf to provide access to the electrical outlets. He also showed me how the back corners of each shelf were cut away to provide a path for running an extension cord to the upper shelves.
The closest the truck could get to the great room was right where they were and began bringing in the new living room furniture straight through the classroom and out into the great room.
They moved the truck to the opposite end of the building and unloaded the bedroom furniture. Mark and Brian got one of the new chest of drawers; Keith and Benny got the other. The final four bedroom sets were placed in the empty bedrooms.
I had them park their truck back behind the bus garage and they went to work assembling the beds and dressers.
After the hard work unloading everything, their bodies dripping with sweat, Miguel and Jose both decided to try their hand at swimming nude and I noticed them seriously checking out each other's nude body.
After their exploration into nudity, as they went back to work, they simply picked up their clothing and carried them back inside.
After assembling the furniture, they arranged it exactly as the other bedrooms were laid out. They put the mattresses we provided on the frames, and even made the beds with the sheet sets and mattress pads Malea had placed in the rooms. Then they finished setting up the rooms using the rugs and the items in the boxes the interior decorator had left for us.
In preparation for dinner, Miguel inquired to see if there was a dress code for dining. I told him it was come-as-you-are. They remained nude the rest of their stay. I told them later that they could use any available bedrooms they wanted. They only used one bedroom, and they used only one bed. After breakfast the next morning, they reluctantly dressed and said their good-byes.
I asked for the final bill and Miguel pulled it from his pocket. Instead of handing it to me, he just held it a moment, then said, "What you have done here is a beautiful thing. For many years, boys will benefit from your generosity. I am grateful that I have been allowed to be a continuing part of it. My furniture will serve your boys for generations. Consider this my small contribution to your boys." He tore the bill in half, then in half again. "Thank you my friend. Come see us again next time you're in the Santa Fe area." We shook hands warmly and they walked out to their truck and drove away.
The bill they had prepared for me wasn't huge; it was for everything that hadn't already been direct billed to the foundation, i.e. the wood. It included the material for all the cushions, hardware for the various drawer pull and cabinet hardware, screws and other such fasteners. The total was probably between five hundred and a thousand dollars, but we will never know exactly.
I felt good knowing Miguel and Jose. They were returning to Madrid, and to a reinvigorated business venture.
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Having two boys who had just lost their parents, Keona was spending a lot of time with them, mostly just listening as he had been taught in his counseling classes. It seemed to be working though and soon it was Aug 7.
It was a conflicted day for him, memories of he and his Mom celebrating earlier birthdays, and his Dad celebrating by saluting him with a drink at the bar and coming home drunk, again.
Willie had cleaned up his old bike, not that it needed too much cleaning and presented it to Matty at lunch. That really helped bring Matty out of his doldrums, and the whole gang took off on their bikes for the park. As they left, they looked like a bicycle gang. My six boys and one girl, and four Scouts who had come over to swim.
Matty couldn't decide on a cake he wanted and left it up to Malea's discretion. For each of the kids, she made individual Chocolate Chip Macadamia Nut Ice Cream Sandwiches. Each had two cookies, 5" in diameter, and between them Macadamia Nut ice cream about an inch thick. Matty's cake was actually a giant cookie the size of a cookie sheet. It was served still hot from the oven, topped with nine scoops of macadamia nut ice cream and each mound had a candle on top. After blowing out the candles, we cut it like a cake and he shared it with the adults.
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August is the Back-to-School shopping season as retailers inundate parents and their kids with everything new and the rage for the new school year. What I don't understand, is how it can be the rage, if it's just now being released?
My lack of understanding of current fashion trends isn't relative as most boys around here only wear jeans and t-shirts or polos to school. All I needed to do was make sure the children had clothes that fit them for school.
Keith, I already knew needed some new clothes, he was almost 3" taller than when he arrived, and most of his pants were too short. I thought I remembered seeing his socks showing a bit too much in June, and his suit was a bit short at the funerals. I took this as an opportunity to have some one-on-one time with each boy.
I met Keith in his bedroom and went through all his clothes with him, we checked that socks were still serviceable, that underwear still fit around the waist and for those that were briefs, not too tight in the pouch area. We checked his long-pants and all of Keith's were too short. T-shirts were about 50 50. He had a couple sizes, his older ones were getting short, and the newer ones from Hawaii were long enough.
It appears Keith has not gotten any bigger around the waist, his clothes fit his chest and waist; he had just grown vertically. We needed to replace long pants, long-sleeve shirts, and his suit. We took all the clothes he'd outgrown and put them in the hallway, making them available for any other boy to take.
We then did the same purge with all the other boys. Nothing was worn out, just out grown. Nudists clothing lasts much longer, when you only wear clothes about 8 hours a day and 5 days a week.
After that was done, everybody went through the outgrown stuff for things that would fit them.
This activity was to become an annual thing for us. We called it The Purge. Many years later, a movie would come out with the same name, completely different type of purge though.
I took Keith shopping, just he and I. We shopped a while, and then went to lunch at a sit-down restaurant where we talked, really talked to each other. It was almost like talking with an adult. We finished lunch and went to the Men's store for his new suit.
Keona wanted in on the fun and did the same thing with our sons, Mark and Brian, while I continued to work my way through the rest of the boys one at a time.
Some of the items put in the hallway were claimed by others. Keith's suit for instance was claimed by Mark. Mark's suit was claimed by Brian, it didn't even make it to the hallway.
When Matty joined us during the summer and we left his worn-out clothing behind, we only got him a few essentials. I promised him a full shopping trip in August. After all, how much clothing does a nudist need during the summer? Benny had given him a couple of his older, smaller underpants and a pair of shorts, which got him through the summer.
It was now his turn to go shopping. He still had a couple favorite t-shirts, but needed everything for school. Starting on the inside, we got socks, underpants, and just a couple undershirts. Moving to the outerwear, three pairs of Levi's were a must, and a couple dressier slacks. Several more t-shirts were needed, but he didn't see any he liked, he wanted bold designs on them. A couple polo shirts rounded out the up-scale wardrobe. Two belts were an absolute necessity as his new duds were a tad big, and needed assistance staying up.
We returned to the Suburban to drop off packages and drove across the street to an Italian restaurant for lunch. Talking with him, I could see he was coming to grips with his mother's passing. He could enjoy memories of her and not get too upset, though he was still angry with his father. Rightfully so, I thought. He did say that he never wanted to see him again.
We walked through the mall headed to the Suit Store, but came across one of those trendy clothing stores and he spotted the kind of t-shirts he was looking for. Another package was added to his haul with several shirts and a denim jacket.
We finally made it to buy his suit. The one he picked out was a vast improvement over the one he wore to the funeral, I was regretting not buying him a new one then. We also got him a couple dress shirts and a couple matching ties. He needed some dress shoes to go with the suit as well, and we bought those here, too.
Over the next few days I repeated the trip with Willie, even though he needed very little and then with Benny. Both Keith and Benny had excess clothing in their drawers, when they moved in, bringing everything they owned, not taking the time to sort out what didn't fit.
For our last trip, Keona wanted to go with me as we took Okeke shopping. He recounted last year's hilarious experience and I believe he hoped I would get to endure such an event. Our 9-year-old though, disappointed him. Malea helped weed out items needing to be replaced, but she hadn't grown too much and only needed a few updated outfits. The salesperson at the Shop For Young Women was most helpful and helped Okeke update her wardrobe with three new interchangeable sets and of course new shoes and a purse to go with them.
By the time all the excess clothing was gathered up, we had a significant donation for the Goodwill. Suits don't usually wear out, and I kept all the hand-me-down suits in a closet, just in case, and jeans all went to Sun Ranch in case someone wanted to go horseback riding or on the bike trail, and forgot their `sturdy' long pants.
The dates of the Boys Weekend at camp were confusing this month, there were five Saturdays, but only four Fridays. I had to check the newsletter to figure out it was Aug 21 23, the fourth Saturday, but only the third Friday.
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The kids planned a blowout pool party for their friends that stayed in town for the long Labor Day weekend. Keith, Mark. Frankie, and Brian, put together a specific list of invitees. First on the list was the entire Little Lizard patrol, two of which already are coming because they live here. Brian added Chris and Jody from his patrol and soccer team. Collectively, they added Robert and Evan from the troop leadership. Jeff and Amy (their parents had other plans) were automatic invites as were the Wilsons. Frank and Kerri will help chaperone and run the barbecue. They even had their own keys to the front door now.
Matty still hadn't met anyone his age yet, so he didn't have anyone to invite. Okeke still didn't invite anyone; I was beginning to wonder why not.
After the invitations went out, Robert asked permission for his friend, Nick who had gone with us to Sun Ranch to come along and Chris and Jordy talked Brian into inviting a couple of other brothers from their team as well, their father was the coach of the team. They would have to go through our introduction process.
Two Little Lizards weren't able to accept, already committed to family trips.
Looking over the list I started asking questions about why these specific boys. The organizers finally gave up their reasoning; these boys were the most sexually active boys at summer camp.
"Evan too?" I asked. "The boy who avoided swimming nude?"
They explained that Evan blossomed at summer camp, his long thin penis becoming a favorite of many of the boys.
I suggested, and the boys agreed, to invite the parents and siblings of everyone invited to come on Labor Day at noon for the barbecue to wind up the summer.
The schedule was convoluted. It started with the arrival of just the Little Lizards after dinner on Saturday. The official start of the party was Sunday after families got home from church and finished their main meal at lunch. It would end sometime after the family barbecue that was to begin at noon on Monday, whatever time that worked out to be.
Depending on what time you counted we had between 8 and 21 kids in the house for the weekend.
The three Little Lizards that accepted, Jim, Greg, and Dusty, all arrived after dinner Saturday, Mark giving them a head start on the party. Frankie had been here since Thursday or Friday. I think he qualifies for dual citizenship.
Author's note: So much went on at this party that I'm going to have to switch to a third-person writing style for the remainder of the party. It took me days to find out all this information from my boys and piece it together, so here goes:
They all crowded into Mark and Brian's room, even Willie and Benny. Brian, being outnumbered and not really a member of this group, moved in with Keith for the night.
Mark was in heaven, he had three horny Lizards who were aching for a little boy-on-boy action. Some had gotten a little on the troop's August campout, but that was three weeks ago. Willie issued the challenge at the insistence of their three guests who were afraid to ask for what they wanted.
Willie challenged Mark to have sex with all five of his Little Lizards, and leave cum in each of them, before midnight.
"Leave where, mouth or butts?" Mark asked for clarification.
The group of five consulted and decided that the deposit must be made in their behinds.
Mark has been going through a growing spurt. Not only had he grown into Keith's suit, but his boy bits had grown as well. On his 13th birthday, after the transformation his penis measured 4". Now he was closing in on 5". Not noticeably any bigger round, just longer, he was catching up to his dad. Other changes included a thickening and whitening of his thin cum into now teen-cum potency.
"Challenge accepted!" Mark declared. "Who's first?"
Dusty quickly spoke up. "Benny and Willie have to go first. We want you lasting longer when you get to us," he spoke for the three.
Willie volunteered to be first knowing it would be over all too soon, as horny as Mark was, his dick stiff since they came into the room. But he also knew that Frankie would be more than willing to do him too.
Frankie was growing taller at about the same pace as Mark; their birthdays were within a month of each other. With their heights about the same, the difference was in their penises. Where Mark maintained his thinness, Frankie was adding girth. It appears that he is going to be his father's son.
Willie was looking forward to getting Frankie's fatter penis up his butt. Even Mark was noticing Frankie's fatter dick, soon he would need a larger vibrator to be ease Frankie's penetration.
Mark need to get off to a quick start if he was to have enough recuperation time between the five boys. Willie added the stipulation that the recipient got to select his position while receiving. Mark used his tongue quickly on Willie's hole while lying on his back then spread the Strawberry lubricant. With Willie's butt slick, Mark slammed home in one motion. From his knees, he held Willie's legs and using just his hips, fucked Willie hard. After a half hour of being erect and aroused Mark cummed after only a couple minutes.
"How do we know you ejaculated?" Greg asked.
Mark quickly offered, "The next guy in line gets to taste me as soon as I pull out. There will be plenty of semen in my dick."
That satisfied Greg as Mark pulled out of Willie and offered his still erect dick to Benny.
Benny took his dick in his mouth and suckled on his brother. He ran a thumb up Mark's urethra from his scrotum to the base of his glans squeezing out the remaining semen. He pulled off and opened his mouth and extended his tongue for all to see the cum he had extracted.
After swallowing he went back to Mark's dick sucking on it some more. Mark asking, "Who's going to be next?" The quietest one of the bunch, Jim, volunteered. "Get up here next to us," Mark told him. Mark handed Jim his vibrator, "Here stick this in your butt, I want you ready, I don't want to accidently hurt you.
Jim used the strawberry lube on a finger to prepare his passage, and then eased the vibrator through his anus.
Benny's oral manipulations helped Mark maintain his erection through his recovery time from his first orgasm, and were now raising him back up the arousal scale. Finally, ready to go again, "How do you want it Benny?"
"Stand on the floor, and I'll scoot to the edge." Already on his back Benny rolled around till his butt was just off the edge of the bed, his legs being held up with an arm around the back of each knee. Mark kneeled before Benny's offering and wiggled his tongue through the tight orifice. Benny's head laying back with his eyes closed and just enjoying the sensation. "Ooooohhhhh."
Willie's rectum was leaking cum, and he was still a bit disappointed by not getting his tingles. He found Frankie more than willing to help him out. Lying on his back Frankie crawled between Willie's legs on the hide-a-bed and pushed his penis inside Willie. The continuing onslaught was enough to make him finish off as he tensed and gripped Frankie's dick with his clenching anus. Frankie continued to plow Willie's behind. "Oh shit, I'm fuckin' cumming, God damn," Frankie exclaimed, as his ejaculate painted the walls of Willie's rectum.
Standing behind Benny now, Mark slathered his dick with lube and slid two fingers in Benny's butt.
"Skip the fingers; put your dick in me!" Benny demanded, knowing exactly what he wanted and was ready for.
Having heard Frankie's profanity-laced exclamatory remarks accompanying his ejaculation, little Matty wandered into the room and climbed up on the bed with Benny and Jim, taking a position so he could watch Mark who was now starting to fuck Benny in a nice rhythm.
Matty's little 9-year-old-dick was sticking out its whole 2" and he was masturbating it with two finders and his thumb. Looking over at Greg and Dusty he asked, "Would either of you like to do my butt?"
Dusty spoke up first so he and Matty went over to the laid-out sleeping bags on the floor. Matty laid down and Dusty went back for a finger full of strawberry. He used most of it on his own 2½" dick; the rest went up Matty's butt on Dusty's finger.
With Dusty's limited length, Matty took the head-down, butt-up position that spread him open and presented his anus perfectly to Dusty. Dusty shoved his little finger-sized dick in Matty's behind. Dusty fucked little Matty straight through back-to-back drygasms, before rolling off his and landing on his back on the sleeping bag. "I didn't cum, make me cum," Matty pleaded, as he too laid on his back next to Dusty.
Dusty rolled over him and took his still stiff dick between his lips and sucked him into an epic drygasm.
Mark's nice rhythm devolved into desperate thrusts attempting to push Benny across the bed, except for the fact he was being held in place. "Oh God . . . I'm cumming Mark," Benny exclaimed. Jim, patiently waiting his turn, leaned over and took Benny's dick between his lips. As the warmth of a wet mouth registered with Benny's brain, his little brain took over and tried to splatter his cum all over the inside of Jim's mouth, trouble was he still isn't making any.
The orgasmic effects on Benny's anal muscles enticed the cum from Mark's balls. "Here it cums Benny, take my sperm! Maybe your balls will get the idea." Mark said as he slammed against Benny butt cheeks and pulsed out another four streams of seminal fluids. He relaxed there a moment holding still inside Benny waiting for his breathing to return to normal, and then pulled out slowly.
Mark turned his body to Jim who then took Mark's penis in his mouth to verify Mark had indeed ejaculated for a second time. "I need to get a drink," Mark said as he walked around the bed and checked out the other sex going on simultaneously. He saw Dusty still pumping away after his first drygasm in Matty's behind, and Frankie was gently stroking his half-hard dick with Willie just lying next to him.
He went on into his bathroom and got a glass of water. His dick still hard in anticipation of fucking Jim, someone he hadn't played with since Summer Camp.
When he returned to the room, Benny had moved over to the hide-a-bed and was straddling Frankie, Frankie's penis just slipping up through his anus as he lowered himself on Frankie's pelvis.
Jim had laid on his side with his head on a pillow, the vibrator sticking out of his butt. Mark's dick still had some residual lube on it and with the vibrator in Jim, he knew that would be enough. Mark told Greg, who was next that they would be taking a break after this round. Mark crawled up on the bed and spooned up next to Jim. "Is this how you want to do it?' Mark asked.
"Yeah, please pretend you're making love to me, none of that hard stuff, I don't really like it that way. This is only my fourth time," he was looking forward to this but was just a little afraid.
"Don't worry, Jim I won't have to pretend, I'll be real gentle and make love to you. Mark reached down and was about to pull the vibrator. "Didn't you turn it on?"
Jim shook his head, "I forgot it turned on." Mark turned the base one click and the vibration surged through Jim's body. "Oh fuck, that feels great."
"What do you mean your fourth time? I did you twice, Evan did you, and didn't all the other lizards do you too?"
"Yeah, but they can't cum, so they don't count."
Greg got up now knowing he had time and went over to the sleeping bags. "Would you do me now? Matty asked.
"If it's alright with you," Greg replied. Matty rolled back over to his previous position exposing the perfect globes of his ass and the hidden star now shining and winking at Greg. Matty's hole still shined with strawberry lube, and Greg found the tube and applied a dab to his penis and kneeled behind Matty. He pushed his dick out just opening Matty's anus then with both hands on Matty's hips, pulled him on to his dick.
Mark played with the vibrator in Jim's butt for a minute giving himself more time to get hard again. Now ready, he pulled the vibrator and shut it off. He replaced the metal tube with his flesh tube, opening Jim a little wider. Mark wiped the metal with a towel while waiting for Jim's indication to continue.
Benny had Frankie's dick up his butt and was riding it for all he was worth, up and down, using his knees to raise and lower himself as his anus slid on Frankie's dick. Frankie lying there effortlessly enjoying Benny fucking him from above.
With the vibrator available, Willie retrieved it and with fresh lube worked his way between Frankie's legs and butt cheeks. Feeling what Willie was attempting, Frankie spread his legs, giving him a direct shot at his anus. The vibrator slid easily in his rectum. When Willie turned it on, Frankie nearly went wild. It was pressed directly on his prostate and Frankie began pelvic thrusting up into Benny's bottom as Benny was attempting to lower himself on Frankie. He only left it there a few moments before pulling it out.
Next Willie moved the vibrator, laying it on Frankie's dick just outside Benny's anus. This provided both Frankie and Benny a new level of sexual pleasure. Then the level went up ten-fold if that was possible, as he push the vibrator in Benny's anus alongside Frankie's penis. Both bodies flew into each other as this new sensation and stimulation drove them to a place neither had ever been before.
Expletives flowed from Frankie's mouth and Benny put his hand over it to stifle him. Both boys orgasmed simultaneously, Frankie ejaculating more than the normal amount he produces. "Turn it off," they both said and Willie pulled it out and shut it off. They both collapsed, Benny on top of Frankie, their chests heaving trying to regain the ability to breathe. Unable to move they just laid there as the world went on without them.
Jim told Mark to go ahead and in the spoon position fulfilled Jim's request to make love to his ass. He slowly and deliberately long-stroked his dick in and out of Jim's anus. This was much nicer than what they had done at summer camp. At times Mark would reach down and fondle Jim's penis. Then Jim clamped his anus tightly on Mark's penis providing additional pressure. Mark continued to use long strokes and for 3 or 4 minutes. Amazingly, Jim was able to hold that additional pressure before he relaxed, fully and completely, melting into Mark's arms. Mark continued another couple of minutes before he orgasmed for the third time in the past hour.
"Does someone want to verify my third ejaculation?" Mark asked since no one was on the bed with them.
Dusty got up off the sleeping bags leaving Greg still pumping Matty's behind, going for his third drygasm. Dusty returned to the bed. "Looks like you fucked him to sleep." He said walking up. Mark pulled out and rolled to where Dusty could get his penis in his mouth and extract the remains of his semen. "Yup, he ejaculated," he announced to no one in particular.
Realizing Jim hadn't moved in the past few minutes Mark rolled him face up. Sure enough, Jim had fallen into a deep sound asleep while having his butt fucked.
Allen and Keona could hear most of what was going on in Mark's bedroom, especially Frankie's outbursts. They would look in on the group occasionally just to keep track of what was transpiring and to make sure everyone was ok. They weren't thrilled that Matty had joined the boys' fun, but trusted Mark and Frankie to protect their little brother.
Mark began the process of gently waking Jim, by making figure 8s on his chest around his nipples, and gently shaking him gently. "Hey guys," he called out as Jim opened his eyes. "Let's go for a swim."
When Jim reached a level of consciousness where he could speak, Jim excitedly told Mark of his drygasm that lasted `like forever.' He explained his muscles constricting and feeling like he would squeeze Mark's penis off, and his inability to move, but could still feel Mark's penis sliding through him. It wasn't something he meant to do, but he had no control of his rectal muscles, "It was the best drygasm ever!" he told Mark before leaning into him and kissing him passionately on his lips.
They got up, trying to be quiet and headed for the pool, but stopped at the ice cream machine first, each getting a small cone before heading on outside to the patio. Mark turned on the lights, flooding the back yard with light, then on second thought turned off the overhead lights, leaving the illumination to the underwater lights.
Allen and Keona followed them outside. "We thought you could use a lifeguard."
"Oh hi Dad, thanks, we're not going to swim too long, just play around a while. We needed a break."
"I'll bet you did. That's OK, we don't mind just want everybody to be safe. How's Matty doing?" That pretty much told him we knew what was going on in his room.
He came over to us to finish the conversation. "He's ok, he's having fun, just Greg and Dusty so far and they're like . . . this big," he said holding up his pointing finger.
"Well, we expect you and Frankie to watch out for him, he's kinda young.
"Don't worry dad, the guys are cool. No one wants to hurt anyone."
"We just don't want anyone hurt even accidently. Kids can get carried away when they're having sex."
"Are you going to be able to complete the challenge?" Mark looked a little surprised Allen knew about that, but answered anyway.
"Yeah, I guess so. Three down and only two to go and I still have an hour and a half."
"What happened when someone had to cover Frankie's mouth?"
"Oh that was awesome, Benny was riding Frankie's dick, and Willie slipped the vibrator in at the same time, sent them both over the edge, big time!"
"Wow, I guess that would do it. That wasn't too big for Benny was it?"
"Nah, he didn't say anything at least. Remember he used to take his other dad and he was huge."
"Well you have guests and should get back to them. How long are you going to stay out?"
"Not more than a half hour. I have a challenge to complete." Mark smiled at his dads.
Frankie now had Jim in his lap while he sat on one of the lounge chairs. He was masturbating him while gently fucking him with just some mild hip action.
Mark joined the others in the pool.
"Can we have sex in the pool?" Greg asked.
"I have before," Mark replied.
"So if I wrap my legs around you, can you reach me enough to get inside?"
"We can try." Mark said eagerly, he was already hard and pointing almost straight up. "Put your arms around my neck."
"Won't your dads say something?"
"They already know about the challenge. It's not like we're hurting anyone. Dad was concerned for Matty, he's only nine you know.
"Oh shit, I fucked a 9-year-old?"
"Yeah, but his previous family got him lots of experience with kids his age. Don't worry about it; I've had sex with him too." Greg put his arms around Mark's neck and Mark stooped down in the water so he could get his legs around his waist. He walked him down to where the water was just a little deeper and Greg was more buoyant.
Mark put his arms around him and reached for his butt, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and pulled them apart, stretching his anus open even more. Using the water as their lube, Mark's dick pressed his glans up into Greg's anal canal. "You're in charge now. With your arms, you can raise and lower yourself."
He relaxed his grip on Mark's neck and slid down his dick, eliciting moans of sheer pleasure from both of them.
"Stay right there," Mark said and began thrusting his hips forcing his dick up into Greg, then pulling back out.
"Oh, that's so cool, I've never done it in water before."
"Like you have much experience fucking? Two times at summer camp with me. Any others?"
"Twice with a neighbor who fucked me when I was 8. That hurt like hell. I was gonna tell on him, but they were in the middle of moving out of state, so since he couldn't do it anymore, I let it go. I was glad to find out it doesn't have to hurt. This feels incredible. I love you fucking me."
"Then say you love having sex, instead of fucking. It's a nicer way to put it."
"I love having sex with you; you make me feel so good." Greg told Mark.
"Ok, now that I think back, I guess there were some other times at camp, Evan, the other lizards, the rattlesnake patrol. So, yeah, maybe 15 times. I still haven't done it in the water before.
Greg's dick was trapped between their bodies and with their movement was being rubbed on all sides. "I gonna cum Mark."
"Look up at me," Mark told him, he turned his face upward and Mark thrust his tongue in his mouth while kissing him on the lips. Mark held him tightly while his tingles took over his senses. Mark was right there too, and after Greg's orgasm released its pressure on Marks' dick, he sent four volleys of teen cum up into Greg's rectum.
"Oh God, I can feel your cum in me, that's sooo hot!" Greg exclaimed.
"Dad doesn't like it when we cum in the water, it gets into the filter. Can you hold it in till we get out?"
"I'm not sure, maybe if you stay in me and keep the hole plugged."
Mark carried Greg back to the shallow end and up the stairs. "Dusty, you need to verify number 4," Mark called out. It was easy to see Mark's dick disappearing in Greg's butt. When he sat Greg down and pulled out of him cum dribbled out as well. Dusty still verified the same way the others did, by sucking the residual out of his penis even though it was obvious, he'd cum in Greg's butt.
"You guys ready to go back in?" Marked call to the patrol. They all gathered back on the patio where we shared one towel to dry off. They took the long way to the residence so they could pass the kitchen and get a second small ice cream cone. In this house, there was no reason to get a large one; everyone could get as many as they wanted.
Being almost 10:30 p.m., Matty was sleepy but didn't want to sleep alone, so we stopped by Keith's room where Brian had taken refuge. They appeared to be asleep so Mark picked up Matty and placed him between the two boys. He immediately curled up and headed for dreamland. The rest of them went back to den of inequity.
Dusty was Mark's now and they got in his bed. Frankie stopped Greg from taking a dump to empty out the cum in his butt. Frankie was taking sloppy seconds tonight. Benny, Willie, and Jim laid down on the sleeping bags.
"Wanna try something different?" Mark asked Dusty.
"Sure, why not," was his reply.
Mark got a regular straight-backed chair and placed it in full view of Frankie's bed and the sleeping bags. "Stand up here," Mark stated and pointed to the two front corners, "put your feet right here. Hold on to the side of the chair back, wherever it feels comfortable." Dusty placed his feet on the front corners and held onto the back. "Now squat down as far as you can. Slide your hands down if you need to." Mark found the lube and reached between Dusty's cheeks and lubed the exterior of his hole then pushed some up inside his rectum with his fingers. Mark wiped the remaining lube on his glans.
Frankie and Greg weren't doing any special positions, but Greg had again requested lovemaking intensity, and Frankie was happy to comply, he's a lover at heart.
Mark took up a position behind Dusty, his pink boy-pussy stretched wide and his buns were tight. Mark positioned his penis with his hand and he slipped up into Dusty's rectum as easy as can be. He stopped at full penetration. Dusty nodded and softly said, "Go ahead." Mark pulled his hips back and nearly exited Dusty's rectum, but stopped short and immediately thrust forward again back to full depth. "Do it slow please, I love the feeling of you sliding through me," Dusty requested.
Mark did just that again making love to Dusty's anal canal. Mark lovingly slid in and out through his anus, Dusty enjoying every smooth motion and the reversal of direction. He thrust up as high as he could go.
"Ok, Dusty, your turn. Use your legs and make love to my dick," Mark told him. He held Dusty's hips as they rose and fell revealing Mark's penis, then swallowing it completely again. They had to take turns, as each would tire with the effort of making love. Mark's previous four orgasms making him work for number 5.
Frankie, working on his fourth boy, only one behind Mark was also having a more difficult time reaching an orgasm. He was lying between Greg's legs and pumping at his behind. "Benny, you know where the prostate is! Stick your fingers in me and find mine."
Benny went to Frankie's bedside and inserted two lubricated fingers in Frankie's anus. He ran those fingers along the front wall of his rectum till he felt the walnut sized gland. He pressed those fingers into it and tickled it till Frankie moaned.
"Where is my vibrator?" Mark demanded to know.
"Here it is," came the reply from across the room.
"Bring it here and stick it in my butt," Mark said urgently. Willie brought it over and with a little lube slipped it in the standing boy's rectum, then turned it on. "Aim for the prostate, Willie," Mark directed. Willie's inexperience with the prostate or even its location frustrated Mark. "Put it in an inch, then pull up on the handle, then push it straight in. Willie followed Mark's direction driving it directly into Mark's anal-eye. "Oh yeah, that's it. Just move it around in little circles. Willie again followed directions, driving Mark further and further up erotic arousal scale. Mark reached around Dusty and masturbated his little dick, driving Dusty over the edge, giving him a dose of full-body tingles. The vibrator continued its onslaught of Mark's sex gland till he topped out at a 10 on the arousal scale and pumped his sperm in Dusty's back door.
30 minutes of effort and Mark had met the challenge, just a few minutes after 11:00, but Mark was exhausted. He pulled his already completely flaccid penis out of Dusty's rectum. He was done, and crawled back on the bed and laid his head on the pillow.
"Hey Dusty, are you ready to go one more time?" Frankie called out, "I haven't had a turn with you yet. I can still complete the challenge too with your help."
"As long as I don't have to do any work, I'm tired after that last round with Mark."
"I promise you can just sit on me. Is that ok?"
Dusty pulled himself off the bed and made his way over to Frankie's bed. "Bring the vibrator too, please." Dusty went back for it where Mark and pulled it out and laid it on the chair. He handed it to Frankie and climbed up straddling Frankie's penis. He lifted himself and Frankie moved his dick to align with Dusty's hole. Dusty relaxed and slid all the way down Frankie's penis in one smooth motion.
"Oh, that feels good. Are you a little bigger than Mark?"
"Yeah, and I'm likely to get a lot bigger. Remember my Dad's dick?"
"Oh yeah, that thing is huge."
"Dad says I may be just like him when I grow up.
Frankie pushed the vibrator in his own rectum and directed it himself, turning it on one click, had him buzzing nicely and fully erect in Dusty's behind.
In the last 20 minutes, while Frankie completed the challenge, Benny and Willie were playing with Jim. They had a three-way suck-off. Then reversed partners and did it again. Blowjobs were just easier than trying to get their little 2" dicks in each other's behinds.
Mark dropped off to sleep during the blowjobs.
Frankie turned the vibrator control knob to the medium position, helping him cum in Dusty with less effort than Mark expended. Dusty just rolled off Frankie and slept with him for the night. There was only room for three comfortably on the sleeping bags, so Greg went over and crawled in with the sleeping Mark, but not before turning off the light.
"Good night boys," came the call from the Dad's room.
"Good night . . . Dads," Greg hesitantly replied.
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Keith and Brian were a little surprised to wake up with Matty sleeping between them, but went with it, and played with his dick to give him the tingles.
The Little Lizards didn't come out of Mark's room till almost 10:00 a.m. Malea had completed breakfast service so they were on their own. They raided the pantry and came up with cereal and milk with bananas, and orange juice.
With just a light breakfast, they were somewhat hungry when lunch was served. Shortly after lunch, the other guests began arriving.
Linda and Chris arrived first bringing Jordy with them. By now, Linda was familiar with procedures and didn't bother with the bathroom, simply taking her clothes off in the great room. Chris and Jordy went with Brian to an unoccupied room, Brian explaining the Lizards had taken over his room, and rather than fight them, he let them have his room. Brian & Chris did go to his room to retrieve his lube and the blue vibrator. Chris and Jordy left their clothes in this new room.
Jeff and Amy were dropped off by their parents, then shortly after them, Robert and Nick who had picked up Evan all arrived. The four boys all left their clothes in Keith's room. Allen showed Amy to an empty room, where she deposited her clothes. The Wilsons arrived, Amy took Staci to the `girl's room' to drop the clothes she'd already removed. They were looking forward to being the only `older' girls among 18 boys, well older than Okeke at least.
The last scheduled boys to arrive were Brian's soccer coach and his two sons, Antonio 13, and Carlos 12. They knocked on the front door and Keona and Allen donned robes before answering. The boys' parent had been told their children were invited to a clothing optional sleepover and the requirement for them to be allowed to stay was an in-person meeting with Allen and Keona. The Jeffries did not need someone claiming they didn't know their child would be nude the whole time.
To show they understood and their willingness, both boys stripped naked in the great room even before the conversation started. All of this was explained for a second time and their father gave his permission again. He understood the nudity that his boys would be subjected to, and he was perfectly fine with it. The dad departed telling his boys to have a good time, to obey the Jeffries men, and not to get any girls pregnant.
Brian, Chris, and Jordy had Antonio and Carlos, bring their clothes, and stuff back to the room Brian had selected for them.
The rest of the afternoon was spent on the patio, in the pool, or playing in the back yard.
The group of 13 and one 12-year-old soccer players challenged the older boys to a soccer match. The 14 to 16-year-olds didn't stand a chance. The younger boys played soccer every week and worked as a team. The older boys only accepted because to them it was incomprehensible that they could lose to a bunch of little boys.
Before starting, the spokesman for the older group suggested, "Let's make this interesting. Losers have to suck the winners' dicks and let them cum in their mouths. You guys do cum, don't you?" he teased.
The younger boys saw no problem, and whole-heartedly agreed. Allen witnessed the bet. There could be no welching.
There was to be two 30-minute halves separated with 30 minutes for swimming. "What do you say we make the bet payable after each half?" Brian suggested. The much too confident older boys readily accepted the elevated wager, very sure of themselves.
The match was never close, the older boys got away with gross rule violations, not even understanding the rules of the game. The younger ones let them get away with the infractions, knowing they didn't have a chance. The first half ended 14 goals to none. The young boys lined up and got their dicks sucked and everybody went swimming.
During the second half, not even cheating helped the older boys, although they did manage to put the ball in the net 4 times. Those "goals" would never have counted in a real game, the team was blatantly offside each time. The younger boys took it easy on them, only scoring 10. Even young Carlos at 12-years-old, got to prove he could produce semen again.
Just by luck, Jeff was the one who sucked 12-year-old Carlos' dick at the end of the first half. When they had to pay up the second time, he made sure that he sucked Carlos' dick again. Each time his reward was the semen of a boy brand new to puberty, producing the thin sweet cum of a boy who only recently developing the ability to produce seminal fluids.
He told Keith about the boy's sweet taste, and Keith pulled Carlos off to the side and sucked him too. From there, word spread among the kids and before the weekend was over, every boy and girl sucked Carlos' penis.
Carlos was thrilled at the attention, and every time he could get his little prick hard, he'd offer it up to be sucked. Some didn't get anything. Carlos' young body ran out of fluids a couple times.
The pool was the big hit of the party and the boys spent a lot of time in the water. Staci and Amy were right at home with all the boys, enjoying being outnumbered. But the boys just considered them as just a couple of the guys, even though they weren't as interesting to look at, not having a penis.
The area behind the pool house was a favorite spot too. Antonio, who was sucked off twice by Evan to fulfil the soccer bet, secretly asked him to have sex with him. Brian had told him how smooth and comfortable Evan's cock was up his ass at camp. After trying him out, Antonio told his younger brother that he should try Evan's cock too. Evan was again in great demand just as he had been at summer camp. His long thin penis made him very popular, especially with the Lizards. They could enjoy his penis filling them up, without any discomfort in their anuses. There was considerable activity behind the pool house during the day.
Mark and Frankie, knowing they might have a difficult time getting away later, rendezvoused with Robert and Nick to feel their 16-year-old dicks stretch their anuses, Nick more so than Robert, so that required them to meet back there twice so they could get equal time or equal cock.
Dinner Sunday night was a taco and burrito bar. With this group, anything serve-yourself tended to work better. This type of meal was why Malea designed the kitchen with the long serving counter.
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After dinner, most activities moved to the game room and the video corner. This year's Labor Day was unseasonably cool and it was chilly outside with the sun gone. Time was also spent in the warm Jacuzzi.
During the day, three distinct groups formed. Mark and Frankie stayed as mother hens of the Young Lizards. Matty, who was still upset for being dumped on Keith and Brian last night, was allowed to hang out with the Lizards the rest of the night. Also embraced by the young ones, was the girls, Okeke, Staci, and Amy.
Jim, Greg, and Dusty happened to be the three Lizards that did not have sisters, at least none that were willing to play with them at home. One did have a sixteen-year-old sister that already had well-defined breasts, but she wouldn't let her little brother touch them.
Those eleven would all end up in Mark's bedroom Saturday night.
At summer camp, they got an introduction to girls through their time in the recreation center, the pool, the various activities, and the sex education class, but there was no quality one-on-one time for any `deeper' exploration or `probing' of the female anatomy.
The other two natural groups were the older leaders 14 to 16 year-olds; and the soccer players all but one of them were 13. Each of these two groups had five members and had formed a kinship on the soccer field and as the older boys had to suck the dicks of the younger boys. Twice.
There was no animosity between these three groups, just young lust. After a few hours in the game room, around 9:00 p.m., the soccer champs offered the boys who sucked their dicks a little payback. They invited the older boys back to their temporary room. There Antonio suggested a game he and his brother played with the soccer teams; it was a game similar to musical chairs.
All five of the soccer champions slickened their buttholes and took positions around the queen bed, two on each side, and one at the foot. They each then laid forward on a folded towel placed strategically to cover the location their penis would contact the bed, then spread their legs.
The older boys were given two minutes behind each boy to fuck him in this position. After two minutes, they moved on to the next boy in the rotation; but had to wait one minute before putting his penis in the new target. During that minute, they were forbidden to touch their cocks.
By design, the effect of the interrupted stimulation held the older boys' orgasms at bay stretching out the musical butts game for a long time. Each older boys had two turns at each of the younger boys and were in the third rotation when Keith orgasmed in Chris's behind. It had taken him almost 39 minutes to reach his climax.
Having cum in Chris, both were removed from the rotation. This was how they paired up for the night, the older boy `claimed' a younger boy by cumming in his ass.
Chris had already cum twice and was close on his third orgasm. Now out of the rotation Keith took his boy over to the hide-a-bed and finished off his third orgasm by eating his cum out of Chris' hole and fingering his prostate for him. When Chris indicated his eminent expulsion of semen, Keith quickly flipped him over and sucked Chris to completion while continuing the onslaught of his prostate.
The orgasms of the younger boys had no effect on the outcome of the game, and they did cum frequently, as 13-year-olds are so capable of doing. All except Carlos he had been sucked so many times that his penis was giving out on him. It was becoming harder and harder have an orgasm. His last couple were drygasms.
The third round finished at the 42-minute mark of the game without another cum shot, at least not by an older boy. Jeff was the next to pump out his load into his second butt of the fourth round, taking the youngest boy, Carlos who was still 12, out of the game with him at the 48-minute mark. Carlos had been considered the biggest prize of the game, as the boy who had only been producing cum for a month and was still secreting the very watery and sweet variety of cum. But unfortunately, Jeff wouldn't get any of that sweetness till Monday morning once Carlos' body had time to recharge his reproductive fluids overnight.
Robert spermed also in that 48-minute only seconds after Jeff orgasmed. He was balls deep in Antonio when Antonio had an orgasm causing his anus to clamp down on Robert's dick. Their pairing was considered a mutual consent selection since they had cummed together. It was only Antonio's second orgasm.
In the 51st minute there were only two left, Nick and Evan. Evan was also known for his staying power during summer camp, able to give lots of pleasure before reaching orgasm. Neither boy cummed after their 17th two-minute period in a boys ass and they switched boys after waiting the prescribed minute.
Nick tapped out in the 54th minute sending his sperm up Jordy's rectum. Jordy had three orgasms during the game; his towel contained a puddle of cum.
Evan and Brian were the last boys fucking. When Nick spermed, taking Jordy off the bed, Evan took his prize up on the bed and put him on his back with his legs straight up. He continued long stroking his long thin cock in and out of Brian ass. He positioned himself kneeling so all the other boys could watch his 7" cock slide through Brian's anus. Now on his back, Brian's third orgasm sprayed cum all over his chest and stomach for all to see. Carlos moved over Brian and began licking his cum from his chest. Not having to stop again, Evan continued gently sliding in and out of Brian and formally `claimed' him in the 56th minute.
Brian had been won by the boy he was hoping would win him. Brian experienced him only once during summer camp, and this would be his first full night with him. He took his prize to another empty room claiming the bed there for himself and Evan. The other eight boys would pair off on the four beds in the two rooms they were already using.
Brian got to sleep with Evan's cock in his ass all night, and when Evan got erections during the night, both would wake up and Brian would get another cum deposit in his rectum.
While musical butts was being played, the rest had gathered in Mark's room. Jim, Greg, and Dusty were very curious about the females in the room. Jim, being the smallest of the three paired with Okeke, Greg and Dusty paired with Staci and Amy respectively. Each of the three boys got a refresher course of female anatomy lead by Mark and Frankie.
They were given ample time during the review to lay between the legs of their paired girl and investigate the inner reaches of her vulva. They received instruction as to how to give pleasure to their partner, which didn't receive much mention in the sex class.
Tonight, Frankie and Mark spent nearly an hour having the three boys play with and in the vagina, and clitoris with both their fingers and tongues. The boys all learned how to bring their girl to orgasm. Jim was not as successful as his two friends were, but that was because Okeke was still only 9, and didn't orgasm as readily as the other two girls.
What they were learning, Benny and Willie already knew through their experimentation with the girls at prior engagements. So while the class progressed, Benny and Willie spread a couple more sleeping bags in preparation for the night. They then concentrated working with Matty. They let Matty first have a go at Willie's anus, and after getting his tingles there, switched to Benny where he succeeded in having another drygasm in his butt. Then through simultaneous ass and penis play, Benny and Willie ganged up on Matty bringing him off back-to-back-to-back his fifth tingles of the night and perhaps his eighth or ninth drygasms of the day.
Benny and Willie now moved on to play with two of their favorite people, Mark and Frankie. Frankie, now at fourteen was beginning to get a larger penis rivaling Nick who had the largest youth-owned penis at the party. Frankie would one day surpass Nick.
The sex review continued as fingers were inserted in vaginas, and the boys searched for the elusive g-spot on the front walls of the vaginas. Greg and Dusty were able to locate their partner's spot but Jim again had no such luck with Okeke. Greg offered to switch places with Jim and Jim was then able to find Staci's spot. Greg did no better with Okeke than Jim had done, but she did enjoy the fingers inside her vagina.
The next step was new material in the younger boys' education as they moved on to sexual intercourse. Frankie and Mark demonstrated on Benny and Willie, then the three eleven-year-olds gave their virginities to the girls. They weren't able to provide any of the girls an orgasm through intercourse, but all three boys achieved a drygasm with their penises stuffed in a vagina.
The girls then rolled to their knees and allowed the boys to try again utilizing the rear entry position. Dusty misunderstood and entered Amy's rear through her anus, not her vagina. Amy didn't stop him and he drygasmed in there as well. He did learn that a girl's anus is no different from a boy's anus.
Benny and Willie each got a chance with Staci and Amy while Dusty tried Okeke as she made him lie on his back and rode Dusty's dick in the cowgirl position.
With the review over, from there, things descended into a free time, free-for-all till kids began settling down for the night. Mark, Okeke, Jim, and Greg ended up in the queen bed.
Frankie, Staci and Dusty slept on the hide-a-bed, that is after Staci, having tried for months, finally convinced Frankie to have sex with her. She pointed out that soon, his penis would be too big for her. Frankie succumbed to his sister's constant requests for him to have sex with her and made impassioned intimate love to his sister before falling asleep.
Benny, Willie, and Amy ended up on the sleeping bags with Matty. Amy, noticing Matty had an R.E.M.-sleep erection when they joined him, she sucked him to a drygasm while he dreamt. You gotta wonder how that affected his dream.
Monday morning, Malea was in her element serving up a breakfast to twenty-one hungry kids, and with Frank and Kerri returning, to the six adults. Linda, who had spent her first overnight in the home's guest room was up with Malea and helping in the kitchen before anyone else was even awake.
Linda had continued her flirtations with Allen and Keona hoping that one of them would succumb to her wishes and sleep with her. Allen and Keona slept together in their own bed. Linda had to settle for strumming her own clit with her fingers while sleeping alone.
While the outside warmed back up after the chilly night, the kids played in the game room and video corner some more. When it was sufficiently warm outside they moved back out to the patio and the pool.
Just before noon, the parents and siblings began arriving. The families had been invited for a barbecue to wind up the summer. Jim, Greg, and Dusty's families had been here before summer camp all showed up ready to swim naked. Antonio and Carlos' dad returned to celebrate their new nudist friends.
Diane and Howard Anderson got home in time for lunch and arrived at the home, quickly removing their clothing. The only parents to have second thoughts were Jordy's parents. They have seen the boys and girls swimming naked before when Jordy was here with his patrol. Jordy's little brother had no problem leaving his swimsuit in the great room 20 seconds after arriving, but his parents had never done anything like this before. They went out to the patio with the other adults, but felt out of place having clothes on; they were two of only three wearing clothes, unless you count Malea's apron. They almost decided to leave but his dad convinced his mother that they should try it and stay for a while. They left their clothes in the great room and returned to the patio. A half hour later, you would never have known they weren't life-long nudists.
Robert's dad was no longer supporting him since coming out as gay, so his mom stayed home with her husband. Nick's dad, who fully supported Robert's friendship with his gay son was not a nudist and wore a swimsuit.
Evan's family was the only other family who chose not to attend, providing a lame excuse that Evan told everyone was absolute bullshit. He explained his parents couldn't even bring themselves to be around naked people. We now know where Evan got his original shyness.
With the parents and siblings now present, all the overt sexual activity ceased. It continued back in the residential area, and behind the pool house. But they had to be quick about it, too long of an absence would be noticed.
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School started Sept 8th, 10th grade for Keith, 9th for Mark & Frankie, 8th for Brian, 6th for Benny and Willie, 4th for Okeke and Mateo.
Brian's Sept 29th birthday makes him the oldest student in the 8th grade. He'll be the first to turn 14, three week into the new school year.
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October 1981
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The kids were home from school working on homework in the classroom, when I got a call on the foundation's line. I answered formally, "It's A Boys' Life Foundation, Allen Jeffries speaking."
"Hi Allen, it's Phillip Patton."
"Oh, hey Phillip, how's goes trafficking in children, I haven't spoken to you for a few weeks? How you doin'?" our conversation started simply enough.
Then the inevitable words came.
"I need your help buddy."
Those words stopped our usual friendly banter and a serious note took over.
"Whatcha got Phil?"
"This one doesn't exactly fit your normal profile."
"Why, what's different?"
"Well, they're a family, and there are two boys, a girl . . . and a dog."
"Wait a minute Phil, you kinda faded out on me for a minute, I heard two boys, something, and then a dog, what was that in the middle?"
"A girl."
"Woah, wasn't expecting that."
"Come on, you've already got one little girl."
"This is `It's A Boys' Life' we take in boys. Are we even licensed to take in a girl?
"Yes, your license is for 12. Boys or girls, doesn't matter. Only requirement is girls can't be assigned the same room as a boy.
"Oh, and they're not nudists either."
"You're really missed on all points of who we take in." I said with a condescending tone to my voice.
"No not completely, they are in the hard-to-place category. As three siblings, you're the only available foster home that can take all three. They refuse to be split up, they've threatened to run away if we try to separate them, and we'd prefer not to separate them anyhow."
"Hold on a minute, I want Keona in on this."
Using the intercom, I called Keona to come to my office.
"What's up Allen?" Keona asked walking into my office with Mark and Brian following along, coming over from the Class / Craft / Homework room.
"I've got Phillip Patton on the line he has three siblings, two boys and a girl he wants to place with us. I want you to help me make this decision."
"Ok, Phillip, I've got you on speaker phone with Keona. Mark and Brian are here too. Go ahead and tell us about them."
"Like I said two boys, a girl, and their dog."
"We're getting a dog?" Brian asked.
"Yes Brian, and he's a really sweet dog too. Gentlest dog you've ever seen. The oldest child is a boy, named Shaun, age 12; next is his sister, Holly, age 10; and finally the youngest boy, Jamal, age 8. Three kids, that old, I got nowhere else to put them." Then he said very quietly, "You know nobody wants older children they only want little ones. I might be able to place the 8-year-old, but I'd have a rebellion on my hands."
"They're with you in your office, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they're right here with me, they've been here most of the day," he said, now speaking in a normal voice. "Come on man, why do I always have to beg you?"
"Tell us their story."
"We don't know too much. You know that wooded area, south of Woodway Dr. just west of Old Ritchie Rd.?"
"Yeah, we've been by it hundreds of times."
"Apparently they have been living in the woods, and from the look of their campsite, at least all summer."
"Where are their parents?"
"We don't know and they aren't talking. We don't know where they're from, but based on their accents, they're from the New England area. We're not even sure we have their real last names. We ran what they gave us, and turned up nothing; no missing persons, no runaways, no nothing."
"What about our dress code?"
"Well, finally, you actually get to ask that question for a good reason. I've told them about your place and I'm not sure they believe me, but Holly said, `I'm not running around naked with a bunch of boys!' I've explained it's clothing optional. I've convinced them to come for a visit."
"Don't worry about that Mr. Patton, we're pretty good getting our friends to join in," Mark offered.
"Hi Mark, I know you guys are good. You may have to work on these three; they're pretty set against it. But I know you; you'll pull it off somehow."
"Yeah, but I'm gonna call in reinforcements." Mark explained.
"Can I bring them over?"
"Yes Phillip, bring them over," Keona spoke up. "We voted, it was unanimous."
I pantomimed my objection to those in my office. There was no vote on anything. My reservations were summarily dismissed.
"See you in about 30 minutes."
The call ended. "Wadaya mean you're gonna call in reinforcements?" I asked Mark.
"I want Staci and Amy to come over."
Mark got on the phone and called the Wilson house, then the Anderson house. Both girls agreed, to come over immediately, but Jeff couldn't come, he had a book report due. We really didn't need him anyway. It was Amy's body we were after. Keona took off to pick up Amy; he promised to have her home by 8:00 p.m. and explained the situation on what was happening on the drive back to the home.
I warned Malea that there would be seven extra for dinner.
Again using the intercom, I told everyone that three potentially new residents, and Phillip would be visiting soon. That even though they weren't nudists, standard attire was acceptable, and we should try to make them feel welcome.
Frankie and Staci showed up almost immediately. Keona returned shortly with Amy.
When Phillip arrived, he was driving his AMC Sprint. The older boy, Shaun, was in front, the two younger ones in the back with the dog between them. The dog was taller, his head brushing the roof of the interior.
Keona and I went out front to greet them. Shaun exited the car hanging on to a daypack the others were empty handed. They instinctively lined up and Phillip stood behind them to do the introductions. The dog casually exited the car, shook himself, sauntered over next to the youngest, and sat down. He looked up at me as if to say, `ok, I'm here, you may proceed.' Jamal's arm went around the dog.
Standing behind him, Phillip put his hands on the oldest boy's shoulders, "This is Shaun Smith. Shaun is 12, and he's the one who has kept his family safe this whole summer."
Moving over, "This is Holly Smith. Holly is 10, she has some very strong apprehension about all this nude talk."
Moving to his right, "This is Jamal Smith. Jamal is 8. You may notice that all three have different complexions, and all three claim to have the same mother, but no fathers. Their blood types confirm they could be siblings.
"We don't just claim to be, we are brothers and sisters!" Shaun vehemently stated.
"Yes Shaun, I know, I was just telling Mr. Jeffries what the blood test said. I'm sorry, I didn't mean make it sound like I didn't believe you." Mr. Patton explained.
Moving again to his right, "This is Bear. He was named by Jamal who woke up one morning with Bear sleeping next to him in their tent. This brother we know isn't related, but has become an integral part of the family. You'll have to excuse his damp hair; the vet had to give him a flea bath. Bear is about 2 years old."
"Phillip, that's not a dog, that a mountain!"
"You're exactly right, he's a Burmese Mountain Dog. He's full grown, so he won't get any bigger, he weighed in today at 105 pounds."
"Well, welcome to It's A Boys' Life Home, shall we go inside?"
"If this is a nudist place," Shaun asked, "why aren't you naked Mr. Jeffries?"
"First of all, my name is Allen, but most of the kids call me Dad or Papa. This is my partner, his name is Keona, the kids call him his special name Keo, but he answers to dad as well. If you call me Mr. Jeffries, I may not answer because I may not realize you're talking to me.
"To answer your question Shaun, we like to be polite to our guests, and at least meet them on their own terms. Besides, we're in the front yard, the city doesn't approve of nudity out in public. Inside, or out back, we usually wear nothing, but you are allowed to wear whatever you want." I led the way inside, stopping by the kitchen.
Just a quick side note here. That was the last time I ever referred to myself as Papa. The name had fallen out of use and they kids just called me dad, or daddy. I surrendered to their wishes and embraced it. Keona was called dad or daddy too, and we never had an issue about which one of us was being called.
While Malea normally wears just an apron, she was now playing along with the introduction, and was not wearing it for the moment. "May I present Malea. She is our House Manager and chef. Treat her nice, she's the one who's going to be feeding you. Malea, this is Shaun, Holly, Jamal, and Bear."
"Hello kids, you're just in time, I made some pigs-in-a-blanket to hold you over till dinner, would you like some? What would you like to drink? Where do you want them Allen?"
"Let's go over to the classroom sitting area." That's what we call the seating group just outside the classroom. Malea got their drink preferences and we proceeded over to the sitting area. I selected this area because it has the best view of the patio and on out to the pool. I made sure they sat on the couch facing the pool.
They couldn't decide where to look. At the food before them, or out to the patio where the naked children were running around playing.
"We're inside now, why aren't you naked yet?" Shaun challenged.
"Well, I was still trying to respect your preferences, but if you're ok with it, I will gladly get rid of my clothes."
"Yeah, right."
I knew what Shaun was doing; he was challenging me for superiority, trying to maintain his dominance for his brother and sister by proving me wrong.
With that, Keona and I stood and left for the bedroom. "We'll be right back."
We returned a couple minutes later dressed as we normally would be, not a stitch of clothing. All three were staring with open mouths. Shaun's stare had more though; there was a look of fear in his eyes. "Children," Phil reminded them, "what did I tell you about staring?"
"Sorry, I've just never seen an adult cock that didn't have a hard-on." Shaun shared.
"I'd prefer that you call those penises, and erections, not cocks and hard-ons. We use proper terminology around here."
"You ready to meet the rest of the kids? Not all of them live here, we get a lot of friends who like to hang out and swim with the boys."
With no objections, I waved for them to come inside.
A line of naked children came through the door and crowded around the seating area, Mark sat on my lap straddling my leg, purposely putting his boy bits on display. Brian did the same thing on Keona's lap. Shaun looked uncomfortable.
I introduced Mark and Brian as our children; Keith and Benny as brothers and foster children; Frankie and Staci as brother and sister that live across the street, and Amy as a family friend who lived about a mile away. We lied, telling them that those three just happened to be here swimming today. Matty and Willie as our newest foster boys; and Okeke as Malea's granddaughter, who lives here but not as a foster child.
I was curious how long it would take Mark's plan before all three would be comfortable enough to go without their clothing, so I glanced at the clock. It was 5:37 p.m.
"Why don't you take our three guests and show them around."
Okeke and Matty adopted Jamal holding out their hands, "Come on, wanna see where you'll stay?" Jamal took their hands and they were off for the residential side.
Staci and Amy grabbed Holly and dragged her after her brother who had a head start. I heard them say, "We don't live here, but we're here a lot. It's the coolest place."
Benny and Willie stood before Shaun. "Want us to show you around?"
"Yeah, ok." They headed in the direction of the game room.
They left the rest of us having a conversation with Phillip. "I get the distinct feeling Shaun has been abused." Phillip said.
"If you mean, he's had his ass fucked a lot, you're right." Mark said.
"Mark, watch you language, please." I told my son.
"I'm sorry Dad, but did you see how scared he looked when we first came in? He's afraid of getting fucked again," Mark replied. There's no less offensive word for it. He's been fucked lots, I'll bet it wasn't because he wanted it, but he was protecting his brother and sister."
I knew Mark was justified in using that word, the only one that fit better was `raped.' "You may be right, I saw fear in Shaun's eyes when he saw us naked the first time.
Malea came over to tell us dinner was available any time we wanted it served. I sent Mark and Brian to set the table for fifteen, our largest number yet.
"Malea, do you have anything we can feed the dog?"
"Don't worry I brought that, it's in my trunk." Phillip replied.
"We'd better go get it, I think Bear's hungry."
"How can you tell, he hasn't moved since he took over the couch?"
"Wouldn't you be hungry if you were that big?"
"I'll go get it, you're not exactly dressed."
"I have my robe behind the door, I'll help you." Good thing I did too, we carried in a 50 lb. bag of food to the pantry.
As we were coming back in, we just caught a glimpse of Okeke, Matty, and Jamal streaking naked towards the pool. I checked the time 6:04, 3 minutes short of a half hour to get Jamal out of his clothes.
Coming back from our second trip with other dog necessities, food and water bowls, tennis balls, a rope chew, and some other toys, barely a few minutes later, Amy, Staci, and Holly went the same way. Holly wasn't wearing a top, but it looked like she was wearing boys' briefs.
Shaun even went outside to watch over his little brother and sister and they frolicked in the water.
We gave them 20 minutes, and then called them in for dinner. It was another Malea miracle, plenty of food as if she had been preparing dinner for fifteen all day. The children hosting our new guests made them sit with them instead of sitting together.
Phillip needed to speak to the Smiths immediately after dessert, so we retired again to the same seating area. One completely naked, one in just a pair of briefs, and Shaun still fully clothed.
"I need to get back to the CPS office. Are you going with me or are you willing to try it here for a few days?
"Stay here!" Holly squealed. "Stay!" Jamal quickly chimed in. He looked over at Shaun; he nodded and quietly said, "We'll stay."
While I walked Phil to the door, he told me, "See what you can get out of them, real last name, where they're from and let me know as soon as you get anything. I'd rather they not get too settled in, if we have to send them back to wherever they belong."
I went back and sat across the coffee table from them.
"I must say Shaun; you've done a great job taking care of your brother and sister. Really impressive job. Not many boys your age would have been able to do it so well.
"I want to put your names on my calendar so we can celebrate, when are your birthdays?"
"Mine's April 21st Jamal offered."
"No it isn't, yours is July 21st," Shaun snapped at Jamal. "Mine is July 10th, and Holly's is July 18th."
"Wow, that's very unusual for three siblings to all have their birthdays in the same month. I guess we can get away with one birthday party then." I noticed Jamal's lower lip begin to protrude into a pout, as the idea of his own birthday party slipped away.
"That's not really your birthdays, is it?" I asked, looking straight at Shaun, "And Smith isn't really your last name is it?" Shaun tried to keep up the false narrative by saying yes, but the other two just hung their heads.
"Staci, Matty!" I yelled out calling them over. "Please you take Jamal and Holly back outside, Shaun and I need to talk."
I moved over onto the couch next to him and sat close. "Smith? Really? Next time you need a fake name, open the phone book and pick one that doesn't sound so fake. So what's your real name?
NO! I can't tell you. If they find us, they'll kill us! Just like everyone else.
"Who's going to hurt you, Shaun? We're going to protect you, but I need to know who we're protecting you from."
"I don't know their names; they were the guys that brought in the drugs for my mom's boss to sell. They got into a big argument, screaming at each other, mostly in Spanish, then one of them pulled a gun, and everybody started shooting. They all saw me, they know what I look like!"
"How did you get your brother and sister out safely?"
"When the shooting started, I saw Mom fall to the floor, she was bleeding, bad! When she fell, she knocked a bunch of money off the table. When I ran, I grabbed a bundle of money that was near me, and ran to the bedroom where Holly and Jamal were. I locked the door, and we went out the window."
"Good job Shaun that was quick thinking. Where did you go next?"
"We made it to the bus depot and I looked at the route map on the wall. It was high up on the wall, but Texas was down where I could see it. I saw Dallas but I didn't want a big city, then I saw Waco and thought it was funny name and no one would think to look for us there. I paid a guy to buy us three tickets. I told him our grandmother was meeting us."
"Do you have a grandma in Waco?"
"No. Mom used to talk about her mom, but I think she died."
"So where did you get on the bus?"
He paused, considering his answer. Knowing if he was truthful, their secret was over. He looked very tired in that moment, then resigned, he said, "Altoona, Pennsylvania. Our name is Velasco, my birthday really is July 10th, but I'm only 11. Holly's is May 18th and Jamal's is April 21st."
I drew Shaun into a hug, "It's ok Shaun, you're safe here," as I held him tightly. The tears streamed freely down his face as he turned back into an 11-year-old little boy, now relieved of all his adult responsibilities.
"Do you remember your address?"
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"Yeah, but that wasn't where the shooting was. I don't know the address of where the shooting was we walked there with mom, so it wasn't that far from home. We lived at 1002 8th Ave. We had a one room and a kitchen on the second floor. We shared the bathroom with three other families."
"Wow, how did that work?"
"It was a big bathroom, two toilets, four sinks, two showers."
"What about privacy?"
"There wasn't any, we all used it at the same time. The toilets didn't even have doors. At least the showers had plastic curtains."
This sounded like the perfect breeding ground for the abuse that Phillip and Mark detected, so I followed the path to see where it led.
"Was there separate rooms for men and women?"
"No, we all used the one bathroom."
"That must have been awkward for a boy your age."
"Not really, that was how we grew up. It didn't get weird till Jamie started playing with himself."
"Who is Jamie?"
"He was the only other kid on our floor."
"What did he do, Shaun? It's ok, you can tell me anything."
Whenever he and I were in there alone, he'd play with himself, you know, down there. . . with his dick. We both got ready for school at the same time, but he was older, 7th grade I think, I was only nine back then. I didn't know what he was doing exactly, and one day he told me to come over in front of him and he'd show me something he could do that I couldn't. He had his dick in his hand it was real hard and was rubbing his hand up and down it. Each time the skin would come up over his head and then would slide back around it. Then he told me come closer because it was happening. He pushed me to my knees right in front of him, and stuff squirted out of his dick, hitting me in the face. He told me next time, I had to put his dick in my mouth and if I didn't he'd find Jamal and have him do it. So from then on whenever we were alone he put his dick in my mouth and I had to suck on it till he squirted his stuff.
One day after school, we were in the bathroom together and he took me to his apartment. Once we were inside, he said the rules were no clothes allowed. So he and I took everything off. He said he was going to return the favor, and he sucked on my dick, it felt really good and I got this great feeling, that he called the tingles.
Then he wanted to try something different. He had me lay over the arm of the chair and he put something slippery on my butthole and put his finger inside me. That felt, well, amazing, then he took his finger out and put his dick in me. That felt even better. He kept pushing it in till he squirted his stuff in me. He told me we were going to do that every day after school, or he would get Holly and he'd put it in her pussy hole.
"Well I seen Holly pee, and her pussy hole is really tiny. I couldn't let him do that to her. I didn't mind him doing that to me, so I went to his apartment every day after that. One day his dad came home when he had me leaning over the chair, and told Jamie to leave some cum on my hole for him when he was done.
"His dad stuck one of his fingers in me and that was tight, the cum though helped it slide in. Then he put in two fingers, they were bigger than yours are, and they were rough, they hurt, but not like what was coming next. He put another finger in and I screamed. He pulled his fingers out and put his hand over my mouth and told me not to scream again. He shoved my face into a pillow and shoved his dick in me.
"I've never been in so much pain, I was crying and screaming and he held me in the pillow. He told his son to go get Jamal, maybe he won't scream as much.
"I couldn't let that happen and I stopped screaming but couldn't stop crying and I cried the whole time he was fucking me."
"Oh, baby," I said as I pulled him into another tight hug. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. Then when you thought you were going to another house with rules about being naked, that would all start up again."
He nodded his head.
"Some of the things you described do happen here, but it's because both boys WANT it to happen. Our rules are that you have to ask for what you want and everyone has the right to say no at any time for any reason, or for no reason at all.
"When Jamie's dad fucked you," shit, it disgusted me to use those words, "did your anus ever bleed?"
"What's an anus?"
"Um, sorry. Did you butthole ever bleed?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"How long did that go on?"
"I was 9 when Jamie started it, and he fucked me every day from then on and several times a day during the summer and up until we ran away. I kinda liked it though when Jamie did it . . . his dick was almost as big as yours. His dad was a lot bigger," he looked around for something and saw a small vase on the coffee table. "He was the size of that vase." The vase was 2" in diameter. No way should something that large go in a 9 or 10-year-old boy's bottom.
"So that went on for more than a year?" I verified
"Yes sir."
"How often did his dad fuck you?"
"Not that often, it wasn't every day, just sometimes during the week, but almost always on weekends."
What I found amazing about this whole conversation, was how disconnected Shaun was from the acts he was describing. I decided to have Keona continue to counsel him on his abuse.
"Did you go to school in Altoona?"
"Yeah, Mt Carmel Elementary, it's a Catholic School, just down the street, but we missed a lot of days.
Do you remember when you left Pennsylvania?
It was after Jamal's birthday and before Holly's, so late April or early May. Wait, I remember the school was advertising May Day, so it would have still been in April.
"How did you manage to survive on your own?"
"I bought us sleeping bags and a tent and we set up camp. I walked to the store. I still had money; we didn't steal anything, if that's what you mean! Well, I guess I did steal the money."
"You are an amazingly resilient young man. You can relax now; we're going to protect you and your brother and sister.
"You want to go outside and go swimming?"
"Do I hafta swim naked?"
"Not unless you want to."
"But I don't have a swim suit either."
"That's ok, you can just wear your underpants." I figured if he went that far Mark or his brother and sister would take him the rest of the way.
He stripped off the clothes Phillip bought him except the underpants, and walked out to the pool.
I called Phillip at his office and gave him the information I had gleaned.
When they came in for the evening, even Holly and Shaun were naked. I saw two blobs of wet underpants out next to the pool where they had been thrown. The time was 7:30, so somewhere around an hour and a half to two hours, Mark's plan had them all naked, and comfortable enough they stayed naked the rest of the evening.
I suggested everyone needed an ice cream cone before we took Amy home. They were amazed at our machine. I made sure Shaun knew how to operate the controls, so he could get his own in the future, and help his brother and sister.
We took Amy home and Frankie and Staci walked back across the street.
They hadn't selected new rooms so at bedtime, not wanting to draw out the process, I chose an empty one, and at least for tonight, all three could sleep together. I also retrieved the underwear from outside and hung it up to dry in their bathroom.
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Next morning I let the new kids sleep in, not the rest though, they had school; it was only Thursday. I got an early call from Phillip, they heard back from the Altoona Police. There was a shootout at a known drug house in the Dutch Hill neighborhood of Altoona on April 25th. Nine dead including one Carol Velasco. You want me to come by and tell them?"
"No, that's all right, I'll talk with Shaun to see what they know and go from there. He said there was a lot of blood I'm sure he suspects. The other kids were in a bedroom, didn't see anything."
"CPS knew the kids were missing and couldn't find them or any other next-of-kin, someone forgot to file a missing person's report. Their school and home addresses also checked out, but the apartment was cleaned out months ago after the murders. If it's any consolation, their mom was the only one who didn't have a gun or a police record. They consider the case closed. There were no mystery footprints in the blood on the floor; all shell casings matched to the guns in people's hands, the bullets all matched to the same guns.
They simply killed each other. Altoona CPS is sending me their records. But it looks like they were all being held back this year."
"I thought that might be the case, Shaun said they missed a lot of days, plus the first six weeks of this semester."
I also called Dr. Young for appointments for all three and managed to get in for Friday. I'm starting to suspect I'm getting preferential treatment from Dr. Chris. I asked to speak to the doctor. I explained to Dr. Chris the abuse Shaun endured and the rectal bleeding it had caused. Chris told me he would perform an Anoscopy.
When they at last awoke and came out, they were dressed in the clothes they arrived in. I was on the patio reading the paper, and saw them stop at the kitchen. I saw Holly hand over the underwear she had worn swimming last night. Malea was continuing her encouragement of nudity and wasn't even wearing her apron as she served them pancakes, bacon, juice, and chocolate milk. After eating at the counter, Malea pointed them to where I was reading and they came outside.
"It's quiet here today." Shaun said, starting the conversation.
"Yeah, it is quiet when everyone's in school. How was your breakfast?"
"D-lish" Jamal exclaimed rubbing his belly.
"Glad to hear it, did you tell Malea how much you enjoyed it?" Their heads hung down, in admission. "Maybe you should say something next time you see her."
Holly was absentmindedly scratching her stomach and chest. "What's wrong Holly, come here." I sat up and scooted forward now confirming to them I was nude. "You're Itching a lot."
"It's this shirt it's all scratchy."
I reached up and felt the fabric, "Well no wonder, it's brand new and never been washed. I can make them more comfortable for you by washing your clothes. Come with me."
I got up, leaving Bear, who had joined me on the couch having finished his breakfast kibble. I opened the closet containing the washer and dryer. I set the controls and started filling the washer. "Ok, clothes in the washer, Jamal made a game of it, taking off each piece, and shooting it like a basketball into the tub. He was quickly naked. Holly and Shaun were slower, but realizing this would be just like yesterday, soon joined in.
"What are all these little marks all over your bodies," I asked pointing to several.
"The doctor said they were flea bites, they was all over the woods."
"I see. Well your clothes will be ready about 10:00, then we'll go do a little shopping. We gotta get you some decent clothes and I think a couple of you need a haircut. What about you Holly? Do you need to get a trim too?" It was obvious she did, she was having to look through her bangs that had grown over her eyes.
As we headed to the mall, Shaun asked, "Can we go by our campsite? I hid something there, and I need to get it."
That became our first stop of our day. Shaun had me pull over on Old Ritchie Rd. behind a county sanitation truck. We took a not well-marked trail into the woods. A county crew was busy cleaning their campsite.
"Don't worry about that, what I need is this way." Not far off, Shaun laid on the ground and reached as far into a hollow log as far as he could go. His hand came out clutching a blue velvet Crown Royal bag. In it was over a thousand dollars in brand new bills. "Will you take care of this for me till I need it?"
"Sure will. How much money did you grab?"
"It was just one bundle, you know, with the tape around it."
"That would have been 100 bills or $2,000."
"Yeah, but I tried not to spend too much, we didn't know how long we'd be on our own, turns out it was only 6 months. So we had money left over."
"You want it all in your savings account, or should I divide it between the three of you?"
"We don't have savings accounts."
"You will now; the county pays us to take care of you, but we don't need the money, so we put it in each residents' savings account. It's yours to take with you when you leave. You'll also be receiving an allowance of $7.00 a week in cash, for whatever you want to buy. You know, little extras like a slushy at the mall."
"You can split it four ways; Bear should have a share to provide his food too."
"I'll divide it three ways, the foundation will cover Bear's food and care, just as it does yours.
"Is there anything else out here you need, I'm starting to feel those fleas crawling on my ankles.
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The five of us drove on in to the mall parking lot taking a space outside J.C. Penny. We had so much fun; Holly helped the boys shop for their jeans, shorts, and slacks, she helped Jamal find underpants with the Smurfs, and Shaun got briefs with Spiderman. In the shirt department, each got a couple dressier polo shirts and Jamal ended up with mostly superhero shirts, Wolverine, Star-Lord, Captain America, that sort of thing, Shaun went for the dark side with Darth Vader, Swamp Thing, Groot, and The Hulk, but his favorite was Iron Man. I think he saw a little of himself in Iron Man, at least I did. The kid is a hero in my eyes. They both got a long sleeve white shirt to go with their new suits they picked out, along with a tie. Some dress shoes and tennis shoes rounded out their ensembles.
Shaun mentioned this was the first time they ever shopped in a mall department store, before today it was always a thrift store.
In the girl's department, Holly tried to go with simple plain panties, but the boys wouldn't allow it; she ended up with some plain colors, but with lace trim, but also ones with Scooby doo and another with ponies and unicorns. In t-shirts, she went with Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Captain Marvel, Storm, and Phoenix. The sales woman saw the boys were having way too much fun mostly at Holly's expense, and came over to rescue her. She took Holly away from us with directions as to how many outfits she would need.
A stop in the luggage department for roller bags and new daypacks, then back to outerwear because we, meaning I, forgot jackets, and umbrellas to completed our clothes shopping. Till I noticed Holly's new purses in her cart, and had to go back for wallets for the boys and those were right next to belts, which I also forgot. I really should do this from a list.
Our last J.C. Penny stop was bedding for each to get their favorite bedspread. The boys were somewhat predictable, Shaun did Iron Man, and Jamal went with a Disneyland character theme. Holly continued her unicorn theme with a pretty spread that started at one end in turquoise faded to purple and into pink and back again at the other end with a large unicorn in the middle. I'm learning more and more about having a girl in the house.
We went to Keona's favorite Whataburger for lunch. Watching our newest members was a joy, especially Shaun. He was relaxing, giving up the protector and provider persona he'd had to maintain for most of the past two years. He was becoming an 11-year-old boy again, and an even littler boy at times, going even further back to reclaim those years living in Altoona where we couldn't be a little boy because he had to protect his brother and sister from sexual assaults.
Our next stop was the Rite-Aid drug store. Each again took their own shopping basket. I steered them to the areas of the store they needed to go, oral care, shampoos and conditioner, brushes and combs, Holly needed extra time there to acquire various hair accessories boys don't need like scrunchies hair ties, clips and pins and ribbons and bows and hair claws. The Halloween displays were out and each got a costume and accessories for Trick-or-Treating Friday night. The other kids had gotten their costumes early in the month.
I had completely forgotten about Halloween, and stocked up on bags of candy bars on top of everything the kids were buying.
The last aisle was the toy aisle and I steered them towards the plush animals. Holly, surprise, surprise, selected a unicorn. Both boys got bears that could have been big and little brothers.
Our next stop was back inside the mall at one of those new Unisex Hair Styling Salons. Shaun and Jamal got haircuts appropriate for their respective ages, while Holly got her bangs trimmed and just a little taken off the length. As part of her cut, the young stylist was going to put it in a tail for her. When she started, I rushed over and had her start from the beginning so I could learn how to braid ponytails.
For our final shopping of the day, we entered the Sears store and went to the basement, the outdoor sporting goods department. We looked at their selection of pool toys and did get a few things that would appeal to the younger ones, but the real purpose here was to get all three of the children their very own bicycles. Holly picked out a purple bike with streamers off the handlebars. Shaun got a stingray, and Jamal got a similar type, but in an 18 in. size.
Phil came by Thursday night to bring us the records his counterparts in Altoona had faxed to him concerning the Velasco family. As we had speculated, they each had failed their grade, from the 1980-81 school year, missing 72 days of school. Their previous year's reports weren't all that spectacular either, just barely passing them from one grade to the next. Even in those years, absenteeism was a problem.
Keona knew the best thing for the trio would be to repeat last year's grades this school year, but they had already missed 40 days of the current year. That meant only one thing, Keona would have to catch them up through home schooling.
Later that night, I got a moment to speak to Shaun alone. I explained the doctor's examination that he would have tomorrow. I described the anoscope instrument the doctor would have to put in his rectum. Then had to explain what a rectum was.
Then I switched subjects completely. I asked him what he thought happened to his mother. He looked at me with his sad puppy dog eyes, then down at the floor. "She's dead, isn't she? She got shot in the head."
"Yes Shaun, you're correct, she died instantly." I lied, just a little, trying to make it easier for him, not really knowing the truth. "She probably never knew what hit her."
"So she wasn't in pain then, that's good."
"Do Holly and Jamal know?"
"No, I never told them what I saw. They heard the gunshots, but were in the bedroom. I better go tell them."
"Shaun, that's not your job any more. I'll tell them, but you can be there for them. We'll do it at bedtime tonight."
That night, Keona and I tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. With the three of them safely under the sheet, I sat on the edge, "I have some sad news to tell you. You remember the night you ran away from Altoona, and there was all that shooting in the house?" Two little heads nodded. "Well everyone in the house except you three, were killed in the shootout."
"My momma's dead?" Holly asked.
"Yes Holly, your mom died too."
"I thought so, when Shaun wouldn't talk about it, I figured she'd been killed, cause otherwise she would have come after us."
There were tears, hugs, and whispered memories. We stayed with then till merciful sleep overtook them.
I complained to Keona that night, "They don't tell you how hard it is in foster parent class, they don't teach you how to tell a child their mommy or daddy is dead."
"They did in one of my counseling classes, and you just did an amazing job, you did it just right."
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Keona took their records and registered them with McGregor Elementary School, Shaun in 5th, Holly in 4th, Jamal in 2nd. The teachers here in our independent school district are the best. The 4th and 2nd grade teachers shared their lesson plans by giving Keona copies for him to use. The 5th grade teacher confirmed the plans he used with Brian were still current.
While Keona was taking care of their school needs on Friday, I took them to see Dr. Young. As we were getting dressed to go, I was still in my bedroom when Shaun came in still naked.
"Um, so the doctor is gonna put that thing in my butt today?"
"Yes, just as we discussed last night."
"Ummm, I afraid I may be a little too tight. I haven't had anything in there for several months. Could you maybe loosen me up a bit?"
"How would you like me to do that?"
"Oh, you know, just with some slippery stuff on your finger, and you push it in slowly."
"Ok, I can do that for you. Lean over the bed here." I retrieved the lube from my bedside table. He stood at the edge of my bed and laid face down his legs still on the floor, then he spread his feet apart. I applied the lube and my finger slipped easily through his anal muscles.
"That was too easy, maybe you should use two fingers." I applied a little more lube and eased back in him. As I neared full penetration he moaned, "Oh fuck, that feels good."
I rotated my fingers in his butt eliciting another moan. "I think you're more than loose enough, the anoscope isn't this large." I removed my fingers from him and wiped all the excess lube from the surrounding surface with Kleenex. I smacked him lovingly across both cheeks, "Go get dressed, we need to leave." As he bounded up off the bed, his little dick was sticking out hard and proud. He does seem to enjoy butt play, before long he's gonna be joining his brothers.
At Dr. Chris' office, Jamal went first. I left the other two under the watchful eye of the receptionist and went in with him. He stripped out of his clothes quicker than it took Chris to ask him to do it. Other than the fleabites, he was fine. All his measurements were duly recorded.
Holly was next, she and Jamal traded places. She wanted me to hold her hand the entire time. She had the same fleabites and we found a couple small scars. When he checked to see if anything had even been inserted in her vagina, he found a perfectly intact hymen. Shaun had indeed protected her.
With her exam complete, she and Shaun traded places. As soon as we entered the room, Shaun removed his clothes and jumped up on the table. He told me Jamal had warned him. More fleabites were noticed, as were small scars indicative of growing up. Then it was time for the anoscopy. Dr. Chris showed Shaun the anoscope, and explained what he was going to do.
Shaun said, "Oh, that's smaller than I thought it would be. No problem."
He asked Shaun if he wanted to be on his back with his legs up, on his side in the fetal position, or just laid over the table. "When they fucked me, I was usually just leaning over the arm of the chair."
He had Shaun lean over the table much like he laid on my bed this morning. He talked Shaun through every step, explaining what was happening as he progressed through the procedure. The scope was lubricated, inserted, and spread him open. A small light allowed the doctor to see several fissures in the anal canal, which he called me over to see. It was the first time I'd seen the inside of a rectum. I did get to see the scars from the abuse.
Dr. Chris repeatedly asked Shaun if he was ok, to which he finally replied, "This is nothin' doc, Jamie's dad had a 2" cock shoved in there. That thing isn't even close. It actually feels kinda nice. The fissures were noted on his chart, but no further action was required at this time.
Shaun did apparently enjoy the procedure; once again, his penis was fully erect when he was allowed to put his clothes back on.
Our visit was complete and we went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant. They had never eaten Mexican food and loved the tacos we ordered for lunch.
While we were gone Malea had finished washing their new clothes and had them ready to be put away either folded or on hangers. Only thing she didn't know was which room. I took the children back to look at the available rooms. They had stayed in room 6 the past couple nights. Shaun choose room #7 facing the pool, Jamal was the room directly across the hall #8, and holly stayed in room #6 between Jamal and Willie. We put their new bedspreads on their beds which really `claimed' the room as their own, and hung their suits and dresses and put their folded clothes in their dressers. The toiletries went in their bathrooms. Each of their bedrooms was larger than their apartment back in Altoona. It never occurred to me that a bedroom could be too large, but our new arrivals seemed `lost' in a room by themselves.
Their new bicycles went in the big garage.
Friday night was Halloween, we had plenty of candy. Malea had also purchased candy as part of her grocery shopping. So our group wouldn't inundate any one home with 11 kids demanding treats, we split up. The more `mature' group consisting of Keith, Mark, Brian, and Frankie we allowed to go out on their own, Keona and I escorted the rest around the neighborhood for a couple hours as they scored bags of candy bars. And apples? Who the hell gives out apples for Halloween? Carmel apples I could understand, but plain apples. That's just wrong on so many levels!
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November 1981
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Monday, Keona reopened the It's A Boys' Life School. He had been preparing for this eventually, and had been outfitting his classroom with traditional school trappings, even went as far as those letters of the alphabet in both cursive and block lettering. But even for him, this was going to be a stretch; his specialty was 5th through 9th grades. Holly was in 4th, Jamal only in 2nd.
The room was really looking like a school classroom, except our desks were much nicer.
I upheld the tradition of first day-of-school photos for Keo's newest three students. After two partial days and the two solid weekend days of nudity, all three were comfortable to remain nude all day. Unlike Brian, they allowed me to take their photos inside the house instead of naked on the front porch.
With November already a reality, I got a call from Indiana Buses telling be my coach was being loaded on a carrier and would be delivered in a few days. He reminded me that even as a personal vehicle; whoever drives the bus must have a Class C commercial driver license with a passenger endorsement. That morning I went to the department of Public Safety and got four of the Texas Commercial Motor Vehicle Driver's Handbooks, one each for Keona, Malea, Frank, and myself.
Three days later the truck pulling the carrier with our bus pulled up out front. It was Christmas!
Christmas?! Shit! I had almost forgotten. I needed to get reservations for our trip to Hawaii. File that as the next thing to do.
Those of us at home dressed and filed outside, school taking a recess for a few minutes. I wanted, no needed to go for a ride in our new coach.
"Do you have a license to drive this thing?"
"Yes, sir, I surely do."
"Good, take us for a drive, none of us are licensed yet."
He drove the three adults and three children around the neighborhood. "We can't go too far, they don't put too much gas in these things for transport."
"Fine stop at the gas station then!"
We filled the tank and he toured around the neighborhood, even making it on to the highway. We easily reached highway speeds before exiting at the next turnoff. He took us home and I showed him where it was to be parked. I tipped our young driver well, signed the delivery papers, and sent him on his way.
As I was admiring it one day in the garage, it struck me that with 23 people we'd still have to take the Suburban, there simply wasn't enough room for all the food and what little luggage we did take to Sun Ranch. That was until I walked behind the bus and noticed a trailer hitch. I had forgotten I had ordered that option. All we lacked was a trailer. That is easy to remedy, the highway north out of Waco is lined with trailer manufactures. The hard part is what kind of trailer to buy. We settled on a 5' wide x 8' foot long x 7' foot tall, fiberglass box trailer that would ride level behind the bus. This required large tires on the trailer and a drop-down hitch for the bus. The electrical connection for the lights and such was part of the trailer package I had ordered.
Two friends recommended the same trailer manufacturer, so armed with that I called. The trailer I wanted was an in-stock trailer for them, and could pick it up whenever I wanted. As soon as Keona dismissed school for the Velasco kids, he and I took my Suburban and headed to Waco.
Our first stop was the Department of Public Safety where we took tests for our commercial driver's license. Malea took care of her license the following week as did Frank and Kerri.
Going on north out of Waco we arrived at the trailer manufacturer/sales office.
I introduced myself and after showing us the colors available we purchased one trailer and two hitch ball mounts complete with the proper ball and hitch pins. One was for the Suburban, the other he had called Indiana Bus Co. for the specs to the coach I had purchased. We also got a trailer dolly, since neither of us was adept at backing up with a trailer. The dolly would easily allow us to move it by hand into a garage.
The following day, I called the travel agent to get reservations to fly to Hawaii but was stymied by nearly full planes. I switched over to calling charter services. After a few hours on the phone, I had secured our round trip flights to Hawaii, and surprisingly, it was only marginally more expensive than the 1st class tickets I intended to purchase. We would however have to land at John Wayne airport south of Los Angeles to refuel traveling both directions. I didn't get the exact days I wanted due to the charter operator needing to coordinate the jet with other customers. But the upside was we would fly in and out of Waco Regional Airport.
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We had five adults, twelve children including the Wilsons, and one dog that would allow six additional guests for the long weekend.
With twelve children regularly going with us, it was time to increase the number of bicycles at the ranch; we only had ten. I went by the Goodwill and the Salvation Army and purchased every decent bicycle they had. I got eight additional bikes over a couple of trips in the Suburban. I moved them into the trailer.
For our guests, Chris and Linda were obvious choices; they had no family in the area and frankly couldn't afford even a driving trip to visit anyone. One of our Little Lizard Scouts went with us and brought his sister along. Their parents both worked at K-mart in Waco and without children at home, could take all the overtime the store was offering over the black Friday sales blitz. They even got 12-hours shifts on Thursday stocking shelves in preparation for the big day.
Our last guest was a bit of a surprise, friends of Malea, a mother, and her son. I hadn't even met them before Malea arrived with them. We were quickly introduced to Mai Nguyen and her son Trang. It made me realize that I was so focused on the home and Scouts that I wasn't even aware of the social life Malea had outside of the home. That must mean she's doing a terrific job integrating the two.
The kids also wanted to invite Antonio, Carlos, and their Dad, Ramon. Our bus was full, but Ramon didn't mind driving down following the bus.
On Wednesday evening after school let out, with one driver, twenty-two passengers, and one dog, the It's A Boys' Life bus company departed on its inaugural run. This was the beginning of almost monthly, usually non-stop service from McGregor to Sun Ranch, the trailer, obediently following along behind and Ramon behind that.
The boys had a new mascot. Mai's son Trang was an adorable little toddler, his face showed just a hint of her mother's Asian heritage mixed in with whomever was his father. Several of them took turns holding him in their laps. All he wanted to do was sit with Bear and play in his fur. He ended up taking a nap up against him on the drive to camp.
We arrived at Sun Ranch and the semi-organized chaos of our arrival at the house and all the details involved like getting naked after a torturous hour and a half of having to wear clothing in the bus began. Then the task of finding beds for everyone. I've learned to stay out of it and everyone found a place to sleep. There were 26 of us, and 32 beds, the most we've ever had, not counting parent's night at summer camp.
Someone helped little Tra, as the kids sometimes called him, shed his clothes as they had been neatly left on the dining room table. Mai, on the other hand, was very reluctant to come out of the bedroom that had been claimed for her, Malea, Trang, and Okeke. I assumed it was her first time at a nudist resort and was having first-time shyness. Bear was unimpressed and found a couch on which he could sleep.
The first time I noticed Mai outside of the bedroom; she had donned an apron and was assisting Malea in the preparation of the heat-and-eat dinner Malea had pre-made in town. The kids were in charge of unloading the new bicycles and when that was done, and dinner over, they began disappearing into camp.
With the kids gone and the noise and confusion with them, Malea served one of her mixed drink concoctions she developed in Hawaii. As we sat around the living room, we got to know Mai a little better through Malea and Mai's alternating interactive introduction.
"Mai was born in the Long Mỹ District of Hậu Giang Province on August 19, 1964," Malea began.
"My father had been killed by the communists in 1972, and when things started getting bad, my mother arranged passage on a boat to a refugee camp in Thailand. We left Vietnam in Sept 1977."
"Mai is referring to the time after the fall of Saigon in April of 1975," Malea interjected.
"Her mother died when she fell, or was pushed overboard and the boat continued without her."
"After a couple months in Thailand at a refugee camp, I was sent as an unaccompanied minor to America."
"In the California immigration center, she was raped every night by the center's guard assigned to her section. She became pregnant while still 14." Malea explained.
"I didn't realize what was happening to me. The guard was very friendly, and he would snuggle up to me at night and began sleeping with me. He taught me how to kiss him, and then we began doing other things in bed at night.
"I was moved to another immigration center when they realized I was pregnant. Just before I was due, in early December 1978, I was sent to a church-sponsored home for unwed girls in San Diego, California."
"Mai was 15 when Trang was born. Trang will be four in a month on December 26th."
To earn a living, Mai had learned to clean houses. She had recently moved from California to Texas and was living in a community of mostly Vietnamese refugees. Mai had just turned 18 in August.
Through this whole conversation, Mai looked very uncomfortable. She constantly was adjusting her apron and was keeping Trang in her lap. Malea's eyes were telling me she wanted to speak to me in the kitchen.
My aim was off, she wanted me outside on the porch.
"This weekend is an interview for Mai." Malea explained. "You told me to hire someone to help with the housework when it was time. Well it's time. I met Mai thorough the women's shelter where I volunteer. Her problem is she needs somewhere to live too. She has her son, and that presents all kinds of issues for her to find employment."
"That's ok."
"Her other problem is that she's not a nudist."
"Yeah, I could tell."
"Wait, what do you mean by ok?"
"I mean, it's ok that we give her a try. It's great that she trying nudity, I'm glad she's willing. We can't hire her if nudity is a problem for her. We're not going to change; she will either have to live among us as a non-nudist, or I would much prefer if she embraced the nudity herself. If you think she's the one, then we hire her. You can give her an employment application when we get home."
"I'm going to train her to cook as well."
"That's good, maybe you'll be able to take a day off once in a while. While we're talking about teaching cooking, weren't you going to start having the boys help you in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, I've been meaning to do that, now that we have three more, I guess it is time to start up a rotation of kitchen helpers. I'll make up a duty roster like your Scouts' use. We went back inside.
The more I witness nudism or naturism first hand, the more I believe it is a more natural state than wearing clothes. After a bit of initial reluctance the participant fully accepts the new reality wholeheartedly. They succumb to the joy and freedom being nude allows.
So it was with Mai. Her first evening sitting around the living room with seven other completely naked adults was that awkward reluctance time that had her hiding beneath an apron and behind her child.
Then the layers began to slip away. Trang squirmed away from her lap tired of being held. Malea asked for her help in the kitchen and before returning to refill our drinks, told Mai she didn't need the apron any more. She removed it and helped serve the drinks nude, then returned to her seat.
The conversation moved away from Mai and over to Ramon. We learned about his wife's death a few years ago, and all about being a soccer coach and the joys of taking a team of boys on overnight trips to soccer games and staying in hotels. It sounded much like the Labor Day Party at the home.
When the kids returned later that evening, Mai was totally immersed in nudity with 27 nudists (2 of which were camp friends invited for a sleepover) crowded around, ignoring the fact that anyone was naked.
Children are especially good at nudity. Little ones will run around naked on their own, if left alone. Take Trang for instance, he's been naked since he arrived and couldn't care less! Older children only need to be given a chance, and there's no looking back once they accept their own body.
All of this prepared her for Saturday, as Linda would take her out into the camp, out into the public for the first time.
After turning in for the night, I asked Keona, "Did you notice the discrepancies in the dates Mai gave us?"
"I thought I noticed a couple that didn't quite add up, but I found her story so compelling that I didn't give it much thought.
"She said she's 18, but was born in '64; she should be 17 by my calculations, and I teach math! She said born in 1964 and fled Vietnam in 1977 and became pregnant a few months later. With those dates, she would have been 13 when she got pregnant. She said Trang was born in 1978 when she was 15 that's a long pregnancy, but for her to be 18 now and Trang almost 4, he would have been born when she was 14 not 15. There are just too many wrong dates.
With my morning coffee, I had another conversation with Malea. "Malea, I was thinking about Mai's difficult struggle coming to America, but there are some things that just don't add up. Some of the dates she gave don't make sense; I think she's hiding something. See if she'll tell you the truth. The truth is easier to work with."
My camera and I sought out our newest three to get pictures for their photo albums. Malea and Mai spent as much time together as they could, showing her where the areas of the Ranch were best for toddlers. I'd never taken pictures there, since you're only supposed to take photos of family, I had never needed to, but with Mai and Trang with me, it seemed ok for me to be there. Never having worked with 3 to 4-year-olds before, I found them to be a joy. Totally unaware anything was different they played together uninhibited. I got to see Mai relax as well as she played with her son and interacted with the other moms and their children.
I also sought out our Little Lizard guest and his sister. They were hanging out with our three new kids and Benny, Willie, Matty, and Okeke. We now had seven children between the ages of 9 and 11.
Malea had Mai attend her cooking classes as a participant, Malea now knew the truth, I had not yet been told, Mai was just 16. Malea had Keith take responsibility for Tra and Tra was introduced to the older teenage group. Who doesn't like a toddler? They're just so darn cute.
He took a nap after lunch. I had forgotten little ones couldn't go all day. During Malea's second class, Mai was selected as a helper, having to prepare and cook some of the demonstration meal.
Over dinner Saturday, Mai apologized to everyone and admitted that some of the dates in her story were not real dates. She was trying to appear older, so she and her son would not be separated. She explained she was so afraid that the government would take him away from her and give him to his father since he was a government employee.
She then retold the pertinent parts where her real age came out; Mai Nguyen was born Aug 19, 1965. She did flee Vietnam in the fall of 1977. She did get pregnant in California in March of 1978, but it was when she was only 12. Trang Nguyen was born December 26, 1978 after Mai had turned 13. Mai turned 16 this past August 19, and Trang was actually three years old, about to turn four in a month.
Mai further shared that her mother had not prepared her with information on what her body would go through during puberty. She knew that girls had times of bleeding, but didn't know why. The guard got her pregnant the first time she ovulated, and she didn't understand what was happening to her as she began to get fat. She was examined by a doctor and was transferred to a different center the next day. The new facility started explaining what was going on inside her and that she was going to have a baby.
We took care of Trang while Keith took Mai to meet his group of friends at the recreation center Saturday night. I warned him before they left that she was off limits as she was not on birth control, something Malea had shared with me. Keith was insulted by my insinuation. Desperately trying to backtrack my comments I told him it wasn't him I was worried about, but it was the other boys I didn't know, all I was asking that even though he was a year younger, he should be her big brother, and keep her safe. He was taller and bigger than Mai.
With our morning coffee on the front porch with Frank, I filled him in on what Malea wanted for Mai, and Frank was fine with her working for us, while Keona educated her. We arranged to have a conference call with Phillip Monday morning.
I saw Linda and Carlos walking around a few times during the weekend. After flirting with Keona and me, and striking out, Linda moved on to another eligible suitor. Ramon was a friendly, likable fellow with an easygoing personality. He and Linda appeared to hit it off. Saturday night I understand some rearrangements upstairs allowed them to share one of the queen beds. The other beds in that room went to Antonio, Carlos, Chris, and Matty.
Mark and Frankie volunteered to take Tra to the toddler play area Sunday morning. I left 5 minutes after they did and took my long lens for my camera. I wanted pictures of the boys interacting with their newest little brother. They did not disappoint. 14-year-old boys are not that common in the toddler play area and they had quickly attracted the interest of some of the other toddlers who were soon using the two older boys as human jungle gyms. Too bad my camera couldn't pick up the shrieks and shrills of toddler laughter.
Sunday afternoon pictures of our guests were taken on the porch, then on our way out, we stopped and bid the owners, Earl & Gladys a Merry Christmas, as we wouldn't be back in December.
Keona drove our big red bus home, while Malea and I discussed where Mai and Trang should stay. Malea offered to put them in her suite, since we hadn't allocated space for another live-in caretaker. The guest room was also suggested, but that room is so tiny. "Not to Mai it isn't. It's the size of her house in Vietnam." We settled on room #13, the closest full bedroom to Malea's suite. Technically, we had an extra bedroom since Keith and Benny were sharing. So we wouldn't miss one room for a least a couple years.
Sunday night back at the home, Mai agreed to come to work for us. Part of the deal was she had to work with Keona and earn her GED (General Education Degree), which is equivalent to a high school diploma, as well as attend English classes at a nearby church. Her salary would be 50% of what Malea was making or $500 per month. She would be paid part of it in cash as a weekly allowance, and the rest deposited in a bank account. She and Trang stayed in their new room that night.
Mai had attended school in Vietnam. Since leaving in 1977, she had not seen the inside of a classroom for other than an English class taught by the church waiting for Trang to be born. She had a long road ahead of her, but she seemed determined.
Not knowing where to start, starting Monday morning, Keona had Mai sit with Holly and work on 4th grade material with her. She did very well and picked up to where Holly was quickly. 4th may have been below where she should have started, but she could move along at her own pace in Keona's class. I believe we got lucky, she was a good fit with the material and she and Holly worked well together.
While her first class was being held in the room next to my office, I held a three-way conference call with Frank and Phillip, discussing the proper way to proceed. The plan is for me to be Mai's guardian, and co-guardian of Trang along with Mai. Mai can work for me in the home, without a permit, as long as it's not during school hours. The agreement we arrived at would dissolve on Aug 19, 1983 when Mai turned 18 and guardianship would no longer be necessary. Phillip would file the paperwork with the court and Frank would approve it. Phillip would get me the documentation I needed.
I called Dr. Chris' office to make appointments for Mai and Trang. Then I updated our charter flight to Hawaii adding two more passengers.
Monday, after her first day in school, which I documented with my camera, we went and picked up the rest of her and Trang's stuff at the shelter.
I don't know if Mai is a typical teenage mother, but it was interesting to watch her slip between mother at one moment and into a teenage girl the next. She did it many times the day I took them to the doctor's office and then shopping afterwards.
Doctor Chris was most surprised when I brought in a teenage girl. Her exam was more extensive than Holly's and I chose to stay in the waiting room while she was with the doctor. When the exam was over, I was called in at Mai's request. She was concerned she might not understand the Doctor's advice or explanations. He was recommending birth control pills, which I thoroughly endorsed. He also reported finding several vaginal scars. I explained how she had become pregnant; he said those scars would be consistent with repeated rapes by an adult on a 12-year-old girl.
Trang got his exam while sitting on my lap. Nothing was found needing attention. His measurements were recorded for his baseline. We left with a prescription for Mai's birth control, which we filled at Rite Aid on the way to the mall. While waiting for it to be filled, we shopped for her and Trang's toiletry needs: shampoo, conditioner, hairbrushes, toothbrushes & paste, hand soap, feminine products and all those hair accessories girls need. Hand lotion, lip balm, a basic first aid kit, nail clippers, and pain reliever. We bypassed the cosmetics aisles as that was out of my league, and frankly, I didn't see that Mai needed any, she was a beautiful young girl with near perfect skin. Malea can bring her back for that stuff. Mai had seen the other boys' various teddy bears, and when we found the toy aisle, we allowed Trang to pick out his favorite. I noticed Mai eyeing one also, and nodded for her to put it in the basket too.
For our clothes shopping, we did JC Penny for Trang's needs. Underwear, socks, shoes, pants and shirts, and one set of `nice' clothes, but short of a suit. For Mai's clothes, we again went to the same store where we outfitted Okeke, the Shop For Young Women. The same salesperson was still there and was again most helpful outfitting a 16-year-old as she had been when Okeke updated her wardrobe. She helped Mai find three new interchangeable sets and of course new shoes and two matching purses to go with them.
Malea taught Mai how to do laundry using her new clothes. The laundry became Mai's first official job helping Malea.
With the addition of the three Velasco children and Mai and Trang, only having one television was no longer viable; the diversity of interests ran from The Smurfs, to PBS. Then throw in the Atari, and our lonely single 36" TV was no longer cutting it. I decided to remedy the situation. Mitsubishi and a few others had recently come out with brand new series of rear-projection big screen TVs. They measured 45" diagonally. I purchased four, one for the game room, and one for each of the three remaining seating areas. To go with them, I also got four new VHS players. The Atari could stay with the 36" in the corner. I had them delivered just prior to our departure for Hawaii with big bows on the top. I called them the families' Christmas presents.
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December 1981
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Having booked a charter flight to Hawaii out of Waco Regional, we didn't have to take the limo to Dallas and spend the night there, although that was fun last year.
We scheduled our departure for 9:00 a.m., which meant leaving for the airport at 8:15. This airport didn't have the same security protocols as the big airports do. We were allowed to drive the bus right out to the plane and they then parked it for us after we were aboard. Our flight time was 3 hours to California, then 7 hours to the Big Island of Hawaii. With the 5-hour time change and the refueling stop, we should arrive about 2:45 p.m. local time.
This was to be the first airplane ride for Shaun, Holly, Jamal, and Trang. Trang didn't understand enough to know how excited he should be, but the other three were more than enough excited for all four of them.
The least excited of the passengers was Bear. The only thing that gets that dog excited is a squirrel, not that with his size he could ever catch one. I do think the squirrels play with him in the 3 acres behind our house, tag teaming to harass him. Anyway, Bear accompanied us to Hawaii.
The jet was amazingly plush, much more luxurious than even first class seating. The plane was a lot smaller, with only one seat on either side of the aisle. But what seats they were! Extra-wide, soft, smooth, plush leather seats with a footrest that came up as you reclined, and you could recline as far as you wanted without crushing the knees of the person behind you. Certain seats even rotated up to 180°.
Bear even had his own seat, they covered the leather seat with a lamb-skin cover and affixed a harness over the back, allowing Bear the freedom to sit or lay or turn around three times as dogs do, while still being held securely in a body harness.
It is a three-hour flight from Waco to Santa Anna, CA. where John Wayne Airport is located. While refueling in the General Aviation area of the airport, the pilot and co-pilot came to the passenger cabin just to talk and spend a few minutes with us.
"We have another 7 hours to Kona, sorry it takes so long we just can't fly as fast as the big boys.
"I understand that your home is clothing optional. So I want y'all to feel right at home here on board today. This flight has been designated as clothing optional as well. There are washcloths and towels in the lavatory; please use them to wipe up any, umm, fluids that may get on the seats. Don't worry too much about the floor; it's steam-cleaned between flights.
"The co-pilot and I will be busy in the cockpit so don't expect to see us during the flight. I'll give you plenty of warning if'n we havta come to the back for something.
"Seat belts are required for take-offs and landings, otherwise, we're more relaxed in our requirements. Once I turn off the seatbelt sign, feel free to leave your belt off till we land. Get up, move around, play with each other, or even play with yourself if that what you want. I'll let you know when we clear 5,280 feet if'n ya wanna join the Mile High Club.
"The galley has been stocked with a variety of submarine-style sandwiches from Subway. There is a microwave if you want to reheat the hot subs. The refrigerator is stocked with water, soda, beer, and red and white wine. "There's coffee in the maker, you just need to flip the switch to brew it. Ice is in the freezer and there are plates, glasses, and cups in the cupboards. The drawers have snacks in them, little bags of chips, cookies, gummy bears, crackers, and such, as well as popular candy bars. There are also condiments in one drawer, ketchup, mustard, salsa, salt, pepper, sugar, tea bags, even packets of peanut butter and jelly if you're so inclined. If you're hungry when we land, that's your fault."
This was even better than I imagined when I spoke to the reservation specialist when booking the flight. I never realized the pilot would go full clothing optional for us. He stopped by my seat on his way to the cockpit. "I've got two boys at home, a five, and a six-year-old. We don't have a clothing optional rule, but that doesn't stop them from runnin' `round naked half the time. You and your family enjoy the flight, I'll see you again on the Big Island.
"Oh, and now would probably be a good time to take your dog for a walk, we've got another 7 hours to go."
"Yeah, I didn't think about that, where can I take him?"
"Well, you're not allowed to wander around the flight-line, so just stay close to the airplane. Let him pee on the tires." As he and I exited the plane, Bear look around like he was looking for something specific. I think he was looking for a tree, when he didn't find one, he did the puppy squat and created a healthy puddle right there on the pavement. I walked him around some more, to see if anything else needed to be expelled, but he seemed ready to get back on the plane. Not giving him any breakfast was turning out to be a good decision.
By the time Bear and I got back on the plane the kids had already shucked their clothes, I made sure they put them in the seat-back pouch so they could find them quickly if needed. I made sure everyone got a towel to sit on, before I joined them, flying naked for my first time.
It didn't take long to break through the 5,280 foot barrier. The captain came on the announcement system. "Just to let y'all know, we just passed through 5,280 feet on our way to our cruising altitude of 27,000. That's more than 5 miles high if you prefer to wait."
This guy was cracking me up.
Keith and Mai joined the Mile High Club together. I thought I had seen a budding romance brewing the past month. And now here they were having sex 5 miles above sea level. When they finished, I watched Mai remove his condom and toss it in the lavatory. I knew Mai was now on the pill, so I wasn't worried. When I saw that, I was impressed with Keith as well for wearing a condom, double protection, very impressed.
I was also informed today that Staci was now on birth control. At 12½, she had begun her periods a couple months ago.
Staci asked Shaun to have sex with her and he was very willing. From his previous life, Shaun knew the mechanics of what to do; his performance just wasn't as polished as it could have been. Being of a non-ejaculating age, Shaun got lots of practice, with Staci giving the directions as how to do better each successive time. I hadn't realized Staci had become such a connoisseur of intercourse since giving Mark her virginity 15 months ago.
Benny and Willie traded anal sex, not that there was anything unusual about that. Then Benny's uncircumcised dick became an object of curiosity, especially for the new kids who had never been able to play with a dick like his before. He showed them how docking worked as he pulled his foreskin over their glans and jacked both dicks at the same time.
Since Holly didn't have a penis, she used her tongue and wrapped it around his glans. He then pulled the foreskin out and over her tongue. She was able to swirl her tongue around his glans while inside his foreskin. Benny got his tingles as she did this to him.
They were fascinated with this new piece of anatomy and wondered what it was like for two boys who could cum. They recruited Keith and Frankie to demonstrate the process and they ejaculated inside Keith's foreskin making it blow up like a balloon.
Kerri used the opportunity to explain the foreskin to all the kids that had not gone through her sex education class yet. The discussion instigated other questions and she spent 45 minutes answering questions and teaching correct body part names.
Holly and Okeke gave Jamal and Matty blowjobs.
Mark and Frankie were already members of the club having had sex in the lavatory of the commercial jet returning from Hawaii last year, they double teamed Brian both taking his willing rectum in back-to-back anal action initiating him into the club.
Okeke then had Brian make love with her (her words) because, according to Okeke, her giving blowjobs wasn't really sex. She does have a point, I'm sure ex-president Nixon would probably agree with her.
Holly kinda followed Okeke around and mimicked her activities. Her first intercourse was with her favorite person in her world, her brother Shaun. She actually had to ask him several times before he agreed and made love to his sister, accepting her freely offered virginity. Kerri had to show him the difference between her urethra and her vagina, he didn't realize there were two holes and tried to put his penis in her urethra. The only "pussy hole" he knew about. No wonder his rapist's threat scared him so much.
To me that was the most loving act, he had protected her from sexual abuse at the hands of their neighbors, and here she was allowing him to have, what he so fiercely defended. After the act was consummated, she laid next to him and they slept snuggled together in Shaun's chair for a couple hours.
Jamal and Matty were feeling left out only getting blowjobs, till Mark and Brian helped them into a position that even their little dicks would fit into the other's anal canal. I was near positive that had been Jamal's first time. I had never heard him quite as vocal about the pleasure he was now receiving from the insertion of Matty's little flesh rod. After that, Jamal sought out his brother. He was sleeping with Holly at the time, so we went and some fun with Willie, then moved up the line to Brian asking each to have sex with him, finely getting an injection of semen in his rectum courtesy of Brian. Matty also went to his best friend Willie, who was more than willing to have another anus to put his little dick through. That satisfied Matty's urges and the two of them stayed together the rest of the flight.
Mark and Brian came up front want wanted to lay with Keona and I. They sat on our laps with pre-lubed anuses, our erect dicks easily imbedded in their backsides as we have done with each of them several times. We reclined our chairs and they laid on their backs on our chests and stomachs. Trang came up and joined us, climbing up on top of Mark and lying face down on his chest, resting his head on Mark's shoulder; he was soon fast asleep.
Enough orgasms wet or dry, are enough to make any boy sleepy and several naps were taken during the flight.
Retelling this all here makes it sound like there was a massive orgy in the sky. It really wasn't anything like that. This all took place over about 5 hours of flying time. Those that had multiple partners did so with up to several hours in-between.
Malea and Mai, acted as flight attendants and prepared light lunches for everyone about an hour after we took off from John Wayne airport. They served only half sandwiches. Again, about an hour and a half before we were to land in Kona they served the other halves.
All the fun and games ended when the pilot announced that we were about 45 minutes away from landing. The older boys took the initiative to begin cleanup, giving the younger boys sponge baths with the provided washcloths, even Trang needed to be cleaned as Mark spontaneously ejaculated while lying on me with my dick in his butt. His semen launching up between Trang's legs and landing on the sleeping boy's back.
On my last minute sweep through the plane checking for forgotten items, I noticed not one, but several condoms in the lavatory trashcan. Keith and Mai had been very active, but very safe.
Normally we would have flown in on Saturday and back out on Jan 2. But waiting too late and having to work around the plane's schedule, we arrived on Sunday and would be leaving on January 1. I've already put in my reservations for next Christmas. We will depart at midnight after school lets out and arrive at about 6 a.m. the next morning. We should be able to sleep on the plane, and have a full day on the island.
Our arrival in Kona was uneventful and our two Ford Vans, one a 15passenger and a smaller 8-passenger van were waiting for us in the general aviation parking lot, the receptionist had the keys for us. We were also met by Keona's brother Mika'ele (Mika) Kahaulelio and his adopted son Keona known to us as Little Keona or Little K even though he was 11 now and not so little.
There are restrictions on bring pets to Hawaii, but Mika got him a dog license as if he was his dog at the plantation. Still not wanting to flaunt the fact we had brought a dog with us, Keona went to the parking lot and brought one of our vans out to the plane, and Bear gingerly descended the stairs, peed again, and walked to the open door of the van, jumping up and into the rear seat.
We attached the license to his collar as soon as we were off the plane. There was no one to check anyhow in the general aviation area. Since we weren't an international flight requiring customs, and there were no dog police.
Mika informed us dinner tonight was at the Kahaulelio Plantation main house. The three vehicles made a small convoy south to our house in Kealakekua. There, we were met by our caretakers. They had the house open and stocked with the foods and dog food Malea had pre-requested.
The house this past year had significant income from VIP rentals and the movie and television industry using it for location settings. The salary we paid the part-time caretakers, didn't even put a dent in that income.
They again had decorated the house for Christmas. The same tree was in the living room, but there were more exterior lights and interior displays. It was beautiful what they did for us, I truly did appreciate their efforts. Mika had also stocked the kitchen with the world's best coffee, Keona Select 100% Pure Kona Coffee, the Kahaulelio family's private premium coffee, name after my beloved Keona.
Keona and I again took the upstairs bedroom over the porch. Frank and Kerri claimed same king suite downstairs and Malea, Mai, and Trang took the same queen bedroom Malea had downstairs last year, our caretakers had upgraded this room with a futon settee that laid flat into a second bed. That left four more queen bedrooms upstairs for the remaining twelve kids. Well, twelve of our kids, plus Little K. As they argued over who was going to sleep with whom, I reminded them they could switch every night. That only changed the argument to who was going to sleep with whom, tonight.
I made a mistake and didn't forbid them from removing their clothes, because that was of course, one of the first things they did. As soon as we had selected and moved into our rooms, everyone had to get dressed for dinner and visiting at the plantation.
The reunion of Keona and his "adoptive" parents was not nearly as emotional as last year, although they were very happy to see him again after a whole year. They immediately acknowledged Zac was missing who had been adopted and we introduced the newest kids, Mateo, Willie, Shaun, Holly, Jamal, Mai, and Trang. We didn't tell the individual stories for now, those could be told later.
Our numbers overwhelmed the Kahaulelio family dining room to the point where we ate outside in the back yard on the picnic table and two folding tables. Grandma confirmed the traditional Christmas Day dinner, but left off the details so the new visitors would be surprised.
We would have the same table space problem at our house, but we had our caretakers purchase a folding table and chairs, along with the new bed, before our arrival.
We visited till the kids began falling asleep on us, somewhere around 7:00 p.m. With Little Keona staying with us that put 13 kids on 4 queen beds, so we told them that if it was too crowded, one of them could come sleep with Keona and me each night.
We had no takers that first night, so four of them crowded into one of the queen beds. I could see this being a problem by next year, if Phillip kept sending us kids and our current kids keep growing up. We'll have to upgrade some of the bed to trundles, or add some more futons upstairs.
Early to bed and early to rise rang true at least for me on our first full day in Hawaii. After getting to bed around 9:00 last night after a long travel day, I was awake at 4:30 a.m. Bear wanted to go outside, so I dressed, grabbed his leash, and took him for a walk.
The vegetation here in Hawaii is well watered by frequent rainstorms. Bear still felt it was his duty to water every tree and bush along our path. He lifted his leg so many times, eventually as he attempted to pee, but nothing came out. We walked about 2 miles, but took an hour with all Bear's stops, that and having to dig in someone's trashcan to find something to pick up his poop.
Knowing we'd have seven new kids in Hawaii, we've been working with them in the pool at home the last few weeks on their swimming ability with a mask and snorkel.
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Today we were taking out a different boat than we had last year, and heading up to the place the kids have taken to calling dolphin cove. Mika said we needed a bigger boat this year since we have so many more people, 21 to be exact, so that was to be expected. We already owned six life vests from last year. Those were in the garage along with the box of masks, snorkels, and fins. As we began to pull things out, Mika told us not to bother with our life vests as this boat had plenty of vests of all sizes, even small enough to fit Trang.
We got to the small boat harbor and slowly drove through the parking lot passing many boats that were similar to what we used last year, but he just kept driving. Down at the end, past another parking lot were more slips. He finally parked nearest the largest boat in the harbor. Mika said it was bigger, but I didn't expect just how big it was going to be. This was not a pleasure boat. It was a yacht. We unloaded the van and started carrying our supplies out.
Bear did not seem impressed as he boarded and took over a couch in the cabin.
The first thing we noticed stepping on to the aft deck was the rubber raft with a small battery operated motor. Our boat came with its own boat!
The aft deck (notice I'm using real nautical terminology) was half-covered by a flying bridge, the other half, retractable canopies. This was where we left most of our supplies.
The interior cabin and galley, was surrounded by large windows. This provided enough shade for all 21 of us, as we lounged in plush chairs and seating areas lining the gunwale. The flying bridge provided space for those who wanted to lie in the sun, watch the activities from the cockpit, or `help' with the helm. The transom (the back wall of the boat) had a door to pass through to the swim platform that rested just below the waterline when the boat was stopped.
Forward of the main cabin and down three steps were the sleeping quarters, not luxurious, but more than adequate for six adults. The ceilings were quite low. I couldn't stand upright.
Mika motored us slowly out of the marina and headed north along the coast we never went very fast, we just enjoyed the excursion. As soon as we cleared the marina, clothing started flying. The kids who were here for the first time were really surprised they were going to be allowed to be naked "in public" the whole day.
Mika had also arranged some safety floats for us. They were small inflatable inner tube-like things with space inside to hold `stuff'. Either things we found on the seabed, or things like bottles of water. We would anchor them closer to shore, but still off the reef and were there to give the kids something to hang on to while snorkeling in the shallow waters. We again made tethers so they could dive without their vests, but still have them within reach.
First usage of the rubber raft was to take our supplies of sun block, towels, hats, food, and drinks from where we anchored outside the reef to the beach. There Keona and I set up a canopy, while Malea and Mai set up a folding table under it for all the food. Meanwhile Mika took the safety floats out and anchored them near the most spectacular areas for swimming.
The raft had to make separate trips to bring some of the kids in, while others chose to swim to shore. The hardest thing to get to shore was Bear. It took a lot of cajoling and pulling on his collar to get him to make the mini-jump into the raft.
Keona, Mika, Kerri, and I took turns standing on shore as a lookout while the other three swam near one of the rafts. The job of the lookout was to watch the kids disappear under the water, only to reappear 30-45 seconds later. The older kids could stay down over a minute.
Trang was too young for this activity and Mai played with him in the shallow water off the beach when not helping Malea prepare lunch.
Once set up, the kids (of all ages) began snorkeling among the beautiful fish and the reef. Last year I was enthralled with the fish, this year I noticed I spent more time watching the kids under water, their graceful, nude bodies as they swam and glided through the water. The girls' long hair was particularly beautiful, as it seemed to have a mind of its own beneath the surface.
By the time we stopped for lunch, there was a lot of wrinkled skin on fingers. The kids had been in the water for three hours straight. Hunger finally drove them up to the beach where Malea and Mai were cooking burgers on a portable propane barbecue.
Malea took pity on Mai and after lunch, she allowed Mai to join her "brothers and sisters" snorkeling, while she watched Trang.
The dolphins didn't disappoint us they showed up mid-afternoon.
Keith went to the beach and brought Trang out into the water wearing his little swim vest, so he could pet a dolphin as they swam among us. Much to everyone's surprise Keith was able to hold on to Trang and the fin of a dolphin at the same time and Trang got to experience the exhilaration of being taken for a ride with one of these beautiful mammals. It almost seemed like the dolphin knew he needed to be gentle for the small boy as he swam slowly through the shallow water, right in front of me as I was taking pictures.
Moments later their turn was over and Keith brought Trang back in to Malea's care. I stopped Keith and thanked him for what he had just done for his little brother.
The dolphins didn't stay long today, maybe an hour or so, and then headed on down south along the coast. With them gone, the boys soon got tired of looking at the fish and we began the process of packing up.
On the way back to the marina, the repeat visitors started talking about another night of boat camping. That was when the planning started in my head. I suggested to them that we would again spend a night `camping' on the boat, but would also do one night on a private beach.
When we split up after our return, Mika and Little K went back to the plantation in preparation for the cruise ship tomorrow, the rest of us went home.
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Today the cruise ship will be anchored offshore of Kona and the hordes of passengers will be tendered to the Kona region. They spent the previous day on the east side of the island. This is the day when every employee of the plantation works, now even including Little Keona who now has tourist-related responsibilities on the tour.
Since we were avoiding the plantation today, I used my time getting ready for our beach camping trip. We were camping at the beach where Mika had taken us before on our first trip to the island, and he made all the arrangements for us to be there with permission of the landowners who was naturally one of his friends. The only access to the cove was on private roads. We weren't going to use tents, just lean-tos made from tarps.
We also played tourist today as we drove over to Volcano National Park, spending time in the visitor's center and hiking around the Kilauea volcano. Even though it last erupted in November of 1979, we experienced several small earthquakes while in the park. The staff believed the volcano was preparing to erupt again.
On the way home, we stopped briefly at Punaluʻu Beach, which is one of the black sand beaches in Hawaii, formed by the lava after hitting the ocean, then being washed up by the waves. It is also home to large honu, the Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles that love basking in the sun on the beach.
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We had a casual day today, stayed around the house mostly. Bear was taken on several walks.
Today we were going to tour the coffee plantation for our first-time visitors to see the coffee plant where Mika and Little K worked. It was back to a normal day as the cruise ship departed last night. Most visitors today would be from local hotels or local residents and their Christmas visitors who knew to avoid the coffee tours on any Tuesday.
The tour only takes an hour, as you walk among the coffee trees and see how the beans grow, how they are harvested, then you end up at the roasting building. This is where Little K gets to help on days he's not in school. He gets to tell the story of his Uncle Keona and his parents.
We arrived at the plantation in time for the last tour of the day and joined the group of tourists waiting for the tour to begin.
Maliahi, Keona's good friend was leading the tour but when we arrived at the roasting building, she called on Little K.
In a clear 11-year-old boy's voice, he spoke clearly and loudly enough for all to hear. He told the story of the early, dedicated couple who toiled long hours helping establish the orchard. Then one day, while roasting a batch of beans, the couple was killed in a fire that burned the original building to the ground.
He told of a small boy who would come around every day, begging for food from the construction workers who were rebuilding the roasting building. How they would share their lunches with him and eventually took him to the owners. The child's name was Keona and he said he couldn't find his parents; that they didn't come home from work one day.
The owners determined it was Keona's parents that died in the fire. They hadn't even known their employees had a child. That realization changed the way the Kahaulelio's interacted with their employees. They now know the every employee and their extended family on a first name basis. A few years after that, was when they began the Christmas Luau tradition.
Keona was brought into the family and was raised as their own child along with his brother Mika'ele Kahaulelio who now runs the Kahaulelio Plantation.
He explained how Keona went off to school in California and only returned for the first time after 16 years last year.
"I have a similar story. I was born in one of those employee studios you saw earlier, but my mother was not an employee, she was a homeless squatter. That didn't stop Mika'ele; he brought her food every day. After I was born, he had a doctor visit her; or so I am told; I really don't remember." He even paused for the light laughter. "When I was strong enough, my mother left me for Mika'ele to find with a note: "Thank you for caring about me and bringing me food. Please take care of him, he's now your son."
"He did find me, with his next food delivery. That was eleven years ago. My dad named me after his brother Keona.
"Before I was born, the Kahaulelio plantation developed its most premium coffee. It is only available from a few select trees, which are closely cared for by our dedicated horticulturists; the beans are roasted personally by my dad. They are packaged under the name Keona Select 100% Pure Kona Coffee. There is so little of it produced, that we do not sell it, we keep it for ourselves serving it in our house. In honor of my uncle and his family being on this tour today, you will be able to taste this coffee in the tasting room at the end of the tour. Don't bother asking if you can buy some, they don't have any to sell. Now for the tour to continue I'll turn you back over to Maliahi.
Mom Kahaulelio played along on our surprise for our first timers, just making sure we all knew we were invited to a family luau-style dinner on Christmas Day. Everyone else knew to keep the surprise of how big the `family dinner' would actually be, to themselves.
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December 24th is set-up day for Christmas so we stayed away from the plantation.
Five imus were dug. Fires would be lit tonight and allowed to burn down to coals before an eighty-pound pig would be lowered into the oven and covered in leaves and canvass tarps to slow-roast the pigs overnight. Tables were placed in rows and chairs were set at each table, enough for 300 guests. Food tables were set up waiting for the mounds of food that would arrive tomorrow with the caterer.
For us, Dec 24th was our day for Christmas shopping.
Since there was no way each child could buy a gift for every other child, we instituted a gift lottery. Every name went in the jar on three separate strips of paper. I withheld Mai and Trang from the lottery. Malea would take them shopping. All the other children would draw three different names from the jar and purchase gifts for those three people. I gave each child $50 to spend on gifts so they didn't have to spend their allowances.
We went to the town of Kailua-Kona, stopping first at Hilo Hattie's. It was time to buy new clothing and new swim suits for everyone. Hilo Hattie's would also be an excellent place to purchase Christmas gifts, if you were so inclined. But that becomes difficult when the person you're buying for is in the store with you, so after getting everyone's new clothing we agreed to split up. I had them pair up, one older with one younger, as long as they didn't have each other's name from the lottery, and headed off to go shopping. They were to be back to the vans parked in Hilo Hattie's lot in two hours.
I gave Malea money to purchase gifts for Mai, and extra money for Mai to buy gifts for Trang, and they went shopping together.
While in Hilo Hattie's I purchased another female robe that would fit Mai and another adult male robe. Far too frequently, Keona and I needed to be at the front door together.
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Christmas Eve was spent wrapping the gifts each of us purchased during the day. Keona and I went overboard buying Hawaiian trinkets and clothing for each of our charges. Mostly small things so there would be multiple packages to open Christmas morning.
For Malea, I wrapped a special gift. I brought one of the stacks of $100 bills that were hidden in my dresser-drawer at home that I rescued from Mr. Stone's poker table. I wrapped it as any other gift might be wrapped. When Malea got around to opening it, she demanded, "What is this?"
"Well Malea, I learned this year that you volunteer for at least one women's shelter. That is for you to make donations as you see fit to that organization or individuals or any other groups you wish to help."
Malea's gift was passed around, each child fanning the bills, none of them had ever held $10,000 before.
This year the Kahaulelio family did not attempt to make it to have breakfast with us. There was simply too much to get ready for.
When I saw the Big Wheel Mai bought for Trang, my first thought was how we were going to get that on the airplane. Then I remembered. It's not a problem we rented the whole airplane.
Since mom and dad Kahaulelio did not come to breakfast, we instead, went to their house about 10:00. We took a few gifts we had for them and they had gifts for all of us. This year I had brought some Texas specific gifts, mostly Texas barbecue spices.
This year Keona's mother and father continued the theme from last year presenting us with another carving. Keona's carving was of Lono. He is the God responsible for learning. Lono also covers peace, music, and cultivated foods, but those activities weren't relevant to his gift. It was a celebration of his completed degree and becoming a teacher.
My gift carving was the goddess Laka. She is the Hawaiian goddess of fertility and reproduction and by extension; she is considered the goddess of love. She is, in my case they joked, the husband of the god Lono. They told me anyone with as much love in my heart for their son and all these children that surely Lono was one of my guardian Gods.
With our exchange out of the way we proceeded out back where preparations were still under way. When the new kids saw all the tables, they wondered just how many people were coming to dinner.
The kids pitched in helping set out the table decorations and place settings. Keona and I were put to work setting up the serving stations. Certain people seemed to be in charge and we did whatever we were asked.
Frank and Kerri were assigned to help Santa Claus pass out gifts. The child would talk to Kanakaloka (Santa Claus), then, based on their gender, would be directed to Frank for the boys or Kerri for the girls to receive their wrapped gift. Their carvings were somehow gender specific this year.
Matty and Willie, as two of the youngest were recruited to staff the leis station. They were responsible to make sure every person that arrived for dinner, had a lei placed around their necks, koa nut for men, orchids for the women. What they were not told, was that part of giving a lei is giving the recipient a kiss. Each boy was going to kiss 150 or more people. The humor of having two mainlander boys participating in a Hawaiian custom was not lost on the attendees. The guests all seemed to know who we were and didn't mind.
When the day was over, Mom and Dad Kahaulelio again served over 300 family, friends, and employees Christmas Dinner. Another Kahaulelio Christmas Luau was in the books.
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Dec 26th was Trang Nguyen's 4th birthday. Malea made him his favorite breakfast pancakes. She made his in the shape of a cake with four candles. I'm not sure how she turned it without breaking the candles. At dinner, Malea made her special Hula Pie made with macadamia nut ice cream, with fresh nuts. She also purchased a year's supply of macadamia nuts to take home.
Tonight was the perfect night for stargazing from Mauna Kea. Dec. 25th is the new moon. Today's moon rises and sets with the sun and is not present in the night sky. It will be the darkest night of the month. I talked to Mika about another trip up to the Mauna Kea Observatory earlier in the week and he set it up for us. We picked him and Little K up on our way. We left at 8:30, not completely dark yet, but it would be by the time we got to the observatory at 10:30.
Again I turned our lights off well below the parking lot. They were kind enough to allow us to come up for a visit outside of visiting hours, the least I could do was not pollute their sky with my headlights. As we were told to do, we drove right up to the building. Mika's friend met us out front. Only four of us were here before, for everyone else, this was a new experience.
While the kids were all very much impressed with the night sky, Frank and Kerri were totally swept away. Kerri kept saying, "This can't be real! It's so beautiful."
Yes, they knew it was real, but they were beside themselves, overcome with emotion. They had seen my photo from last July, but that did little to prepare them to see the real thing. As Kerri gazed into the heavens tears ran down her cheeks. She finally had to sit on a bench, her knees were shaking; Frank sat with her holding her.
I had brought my camera and set it up. The bench they were on was elevated from my position. I quietly called to them, "Don't move," and pressed the shutter release on a 35-second exposure. Frank was sitting next to Kerri, one arm around her shoulder, his other hand, clasping her hands in her lap. Both had their faces raised, a look of wonder and awe, contentment and pure joy radiating to the heavens. Filling the frame behind them was more of the Mikey Way.
The photo I hoped I had captured could be truly epic if it came out. After picking up my camera, I realized the settings were wrong. Instead of the largest lens opening, it was set to the smallest, and instead of 35 seconds, it was on automatic, no wonder it took so long. I thought about trying it again, but the moment was over.
Mark saw me take the photo, and gathered the other kids. They spoke in hushed voices I could not hear. Mark came over to me.
"Dad, we want you to take a picture of us standing along the railing with the stars in the background like you took for Frank and Kerri. But we want to be naked.
Keona was standing next to me. "I'll ask," was all he said, and he walked over to his friend and spoke with him. He came back, "He said ok."
Mark began organizing and figuring out where they would stand to have the perfect background. He soon had all 13 of them lined up on the observation platform leaning against the railing, their clothes in piles on other benches. I laid on the floor of the platform again using my 6" tripod, so I could tip the camera up using the 17 mm lens filling the background with stars. Again, I said, "Don't move till you hear the shutter close." I pressed the release and the countdown began. This time, 35 seconds later, the shutter closed.
"Ok, you can get dressed, I said."
I heard Mika's friend say to him, "Well that's a first."
"Wait a minute Allen, it's our turn." Keona said to me. I turned the camera from landscape to portrait and reset it for another picture.
We removed our clothes while the kids got dressed. We stood where I knew we would be centered in the frame and I had Mark do the honors. "Like the one on the ship," Keona said. We leaned together and kissed. I heard the shutter open.
We held that kiss long after Mark said we could move again.
While there was no artificial light, we had no issues seeing where we walked. The light emanating from the stars was bright enough to see where we were going.
Inside, Mika delivered several bags of Kahaulelio Plantation Coffee. We toured the public as well as the working areas around the telescope before returning to our homes. We dropped Mika at his house on the way; Little K went home with us. We were in bed a little after 1:00 a.m.
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Not getting to bed until the wee hours of the morning made for a later than normal breakfast. I was still one of the earliest risers, and Bear and I went for a walk. Bear was becoming well known by our nearest neighbors. While I had his leash with me, it wasn't necessarily connected to his collar all the time, only around traffic areas. On these less-restrictive walks, he had a habit of entering open doors and several neighbors frequently left their doors open. Bear would go inside, say hello, eat whatever was offered, then move on. Now when I walked him, I was known as Bear's human. People would stop me to pet the large friendly dog.
We are going beach camping today, and we would go boat camping on Tuesday.
I knew Kerri definitely would, and Malea most likely would decline the camping trip, the trip was optional. Mai decided she and Trang would stay behind. When she did, Keith also decided to stay behind as well. Benny believed he had lost his mind. Mika informed us he would be unable to attend; he was needed at the plantation.
With those people out, that left only 15 people going. We could get by with just the larger van. Between Mika and me, we had accumulated sufficient camping gear to spend the night. Now we only needed to find room for all of it, AND all the passengers, and one very large dog.
We were going to the same secluded cove Mika took us to last July when he and Keona needed to talk. I would never be able to find it, but Little K supposedly knew where it was. The cove had a small fresh-water stream that empty into it and the only access was via a private road that turned off just past the bridge over the stream.
Our destination is in the northern most portion of the island just east of the very top. If we go two miles too far, the road ends. It was a little under two hours away. A point sheltered two small coves from the incoming waves. The road off the highway was protected with a lock to which we had been given the combination.
Little K sat in front between Keona and I as he knew where we were going. When we passed through a residential area, he said it wasn't far. We past some cattle and soon the road made some crazy sharp turns. "It's left, just ahead . . . There!" he shouted and pointed.
I turned and stopped at the gate. Big Keona got out with the combination and let us through. This couldn't qualify as a road; it was two ruts through a field with grass even growing in the ruts. We followed the `road' a half-mile then Little K pointed left across to some trees. "That's where we camp, just on the other side of those trees," he said proudly. We had arrived after driving as close to the trees as possible.
The trees were there because that's where the stream came through into the cove. Little K exited the van wearing only his shoes. That caused a cascading effect as the rest of the kids followed suit, leaving their clothes in the van.
The beach was a little rocky, but was as advertised, completely secluded. We unloaded our supplies and with Scout-like efficiency set up our camp on a relatively sandy part. Malea and Mai had packed us three meals starting with lunch today. Our plan was to eat lunch tomorrow on the way home, depending on whatever time we left here.
We were able to hang our lean-tos by stringing ropes between trees. A second tarp formed the floor. We set up three such shelters. We laid out sleeping bags to lay on, and blankets to sleep under. With camp effectively set, we released Bear and the kids, reminding them we needed firewood if they wanted a campfire tonight. The three adults set about making the lunch Malea and Mai had packed for us.
For the next 24 hours, we had nothing planned. We explored a little we swam a lot, we watched naked bodies run and play. The movie Blue Lagoon came to mind as our nine boys and three girls started exploring each other.
Frankie's aversion to doing anything with his sister is apparently in the rearview as they shared his blanket on the beach not 50 feet from their father. They relied on her pills instead of a condom. But with no way to carry them, I could understand why. He was still Kerri's preferred partner for her daughter next to Mark.
Matty and Jamal practiced female pleasuring with their tongues on Holly and Okeke, then pleasured each other by trading anal action that Mark and Brian helped them learn on the flight over. The girls watched them in fascination and asked them to do the same thing with their anuses.
Mark and Brian went at it with gusto. They showed superior skill attributable to lots of practice that comes from sharing a bedroom. They also demonstrated some less common positions that Keona had been teaching them.
We noticed the other four 11-year-olds Benny, Little K, Shaun, and Willie all standing in close proximity in water up to their shoulders. Each was reaching over to the boy on their right. Then, on some signal, they switched to their left. Another signal and they switched back to their right. Willie stepped out of the circle and it closed up and the activity continued. Little K was the next one out leaving Benny and Shaun, we presume they were masturbating each other, if you cum, you're out. Winner is the last boy standing. Benny won the circle jerk-off, but we couldn't tell what he had won, he did have to finish himself off, and did so as they walked back up onto the beach. The prize revealed itself as Benny, on demand, got sucked off three times on his towel on the sand.
It never ceases to amaze me how one pair can start something, in today's case it was Frankie and Staci making love that then spread to the others. Every child ended up doing something with someone.
Dinner was spaghetti with meat sauce. All we had to do was boil the spaghetti then add the premade meat sauce that Malea had put in a Zip-Lock bag, on top the drained pasta and continue to warm it on low on the propane stove. We used the portable barbecue to warm the pre-made garlic bread and a pot of water for cleanup. Bear got his normal kibble, also proportioned out in Zip-Lock bags. Our drinking water came from the stream.
After dinner, they did go into the surrounding woods and picked up enough wood for a large fire. It took them all of five minutes to gather more than enough for the evening.
Clouds were gathering out east and it looked like a storm was brewing, but Keona eased our worries with his prediction that it wouldn't hit till tomorrow afternoon.
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When everyone was up, the first thing we did was to strike the lean-tos. The storm was still well out to sea, but we didn't want to be caught with the tarps still up if the wind suddenly picked up. We folded everything and returned it to the back of the van. I had already made the coffee in a percolator and was ready to make pancakes to order. I also reinvigorated the fire from last night and used it to warm the pre-cooked sausage patties wrapped in aluminum foil. Everyone got one pancake the size of the plates. I'd melted butter on the stove and warmed the syrup.
Chocolate and white milk and orange juice was in the cooler.
The temperature began dropping and the wind started picking up about 10:00. The waves began making their way into our cove. It was time to get out of the water and head home. It took us a half hour to put the kitchen away and another half hour to get everything into the van. We stopped in Waimea on the way back for a food-truck Hawaiian style Huli-Huli chicken lunch. We were now on the opposite side of the mountain ridge and here, you couldn't tell a storm was coming except for the cool breeze.
Another hour and we were home after dropping off Little K, who had to work tomorrow. The cruise ship would be here in the morning. We could see clouds building due east of us over Moana Loa which was just 20 some miles east of us. I could only imagine what it was doing on the other side of the island. Probably doing a fair amount of damage to the tourist opportunities where the cruise ship was today.
We had just sat down in the living room when the heavens opened. Our gentle giant tried to crawl in the two-inch space under the couch when the first jolt of thunder shook the house. When it passed, he took off for the upstairs. Shaun and Jamal took off after him. They sat in the closet with him trying to soothe his rattled nerves throughout the heaviest thunder of the storm.
By bedtime, the storm had settled into just heavy rain that continued into the wee hours of the morning. They coaxed him onto the bed and slept with Bear, one on either side of him. With Bear taking up Holly's place in the bed, she came in to sleep with Keona and me.
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The lush growth around our house smelled so fresh and wonderful the next morning as I opened the windows at 6:30 a.m. Other rainstorms this week hardly got the pavement wet, but last night's storm cleaned the dirt off everything. Even Bear seem rejuvenated, now that the mean old thunder beast was gone.
Every gully, ditch, culvert that could channel water was running full with the runoff of last night's deluge. Up in the mountains, every valley, ravine, or seam where two down-slopes converged, a rushing stream now surged towards the ocean. Every notch in the mountains was now a waterfall.
Every house we passed, if someone was out, Bear would go up to them and say good morning, before catching up to me. Bear seemed happy to have survived the night.
The coffee I had put on before we left for our walk was now ready, Frank already enjoying a cup on the porch, and I joined him after giving Bear his breakfast.
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Our second 24-hour rental of the yacht was this afternoon. We didn't rent it for the entire time we were here like last year. But the harbormaster allowed us to leave our stuff aboard since there were no other rentals scheduled during the Christmas break for such an expensive yacht.
Driving both vans, we picked up Mika and Little K, our second stop was for takeout at the L & L in Kailua-Kona on the way to the harbor. We checked in at 1:00 p.m. beginning the 24-hour rental period clock. Everything we stored on board was right where we left it. That made our departure very fast, only having to bring food and water. Only a couple people even brought a change of clothes. I know the kids didn't and as soon as we were ready to go, their clothes were gone. I did make them stay inside the cabin till we were out of the harbor. It would be 23 hours before they would put on another piece of clothing if you don't count masks, or fins. We ate our take-out lunches on the way to Dolphin Cove. I ate in the cockpit with Mika.
This time, we were going to use the galley and cabin for eating. The beach would be just for sunning ourselves.
The beds would hold the six adults and the kids could sleep on the flying bridge, the aft deck or in the main cabin. We didn't even need the Colman lantern or stove. The boat had ample battery power for lighting and a propane gas stove. We took coolers for our food, just because it was easier to get ready and carry. The only meals we would prepare on board, was dinner and breakfast.
We arrived at the cove about the same time as the traveling dolphin pod. They seemed happy to see us and played with us for 2 hours before moving on.
This larger boat had better facilities. It actually had a head (restroom) built in, and the rental fee included its cleanout after the rental. So no trepidation associated to the toilet, except for Bear. We still needed to take him into shore for visits to trees.
Overnight there were campers everywhere, some in the bedroom, but most in the cabin or on the rear deck.
The boat was very spacious with room to really enjoy being aboard. Dinner and breakfast had to be prepared in batches, but it still tasted excellent.
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Planning to arrive in Waco about noon on Jan 1st, we departed from Kona airport at 8 p.m. Dec 31st. 7 hours to California, 30 minutes for a partial refueling, 3 hours to Waco, and a 5 hour time change later we would land back in Texas.
"Welcome aboard NakedAir Flt. 002, your Mile-High Club airline," the pilot said as he greeted each of us as we entered the passenger cabin. "Feel free to get comfortable as soon as you find your seat." As we reached our seats, there was a fresh towel and a damp washcloth over the arm of the seat. The kids instantly took that as an invitation to remove their clothing and put them in the seat pocket in front of them. One seat was again prepared with the lambskin seat-cover and harness for Bear.
Keona and I took seats 1a & 1b as we had on the flight over. Frank sat directly behind me in 2b, Frankie took 2a. Mark and Brian took 3a and 3b. Keith took 4a and Staci took 4b. I didn't think anything about it at the time, but I was soon to find out those seat choices were very specific.
We were soon all settled in and our pilot again went over safety procedures, this time to a planeload of naked passengers. He no longer attempted to care about any one's modesty. It didn't bother any of us we were used to it. He was the one having a bulging problem.
He informed us that since this was an overnight flight only desserts and snacks were loaded for now. Breakfast would be brought on fresh at John Wayne Airport. He retreated to the cockpit and we were soon gaining speed for takeoff.
His first airborne announcement was that we were passing through an elevation of 5,280 feet, exactly 1 mile. Several minutes later the seat-belt sign blinked off and he announced we were now at our cruising altitude of 28,000 feet or just over 5 Ό miles up. He also indicated that applications were now being accepted to the Mile High Club.
"Hey Allen, Keona, turn your seats around, we need your seats facing this way," Frank called from behind me. We reached down and released the locking mechanism allowing our chairs to swivel till they locked in position now facing aft.
"OK, now what?" I asked, as I swiveled around. As soon as my seat snapped in place, Frankie came over and climbed up in my lap. That was unusual now that he was 14, but ok. Then Staci came over and climbed up on the arm of my chair next to the window. Brian climbed up with Keona on the outboard arm while Mark sat in his lap. Keith sat on the inboard arm, his feet in the aisle. It was almost as if they had been invited to something or were somehow warned that whatever `this' was, that it was going to happen at this specific time.
Then Kerri came up the aisle, the odd thing was that her vulva seemed to be glistening. She stopped and turned facing Frank her back to us and straddling Frank's legs. She had a tube of lubricant in her hand. She removed the cap, and held it over Frank, a copious amount of a clear jelly-like substance fell on Frank's massive penis.
I have seen Frank naked hundreds of times now, and spent many hours with him when we were both naked, but as his penis began to grow, I realized I had never once seen him with an erection. Frank has a large penis, not a long one, a large one. It was why I had stood-in for him when Frankie wanted his dad to make love to him, he was simply too large for a boy's behind and I was not.
Now he and Kerri were preparing to join the Mile High Club with their children as witnesses and in the company of the boys of It's A Boys' Life that were 13 or over. They were making this an instructional sex education event in addition to joining the mile high club. This had obviously been planned in detail by our sex education instructor. The fact that Frankie and Staci were sitting with me gave them the best view.
Kerri still standing, straddled Frank's knees and moved the lubricant around with her hand slickening his engorging member.
In its normal state, Frank's penis is about 2" in diameter and sticks out from his body about 4½". It doesn't hang down or do anything it's too thick. It just protrudes.
But now Frank is aroused, and he's growing, the length was expanding, as was the girth. Kerri continued adding more lubricant and massaging it around and he grew bigger and longer. She fondled Frank's thick hot hard meat until the entire imposing shaft glistened in the bright sunlight coming through the airplane's window.
I stared in an awe and utter amazement as it enlarged to 2½" in diameter and 6" long. There the diameter remained as it continued to lengthen, another inch, maybe a little more, the outer skin stretched tightly, yet it still laid lazily down across his thigh.
The heavy shaft was thicker than my wrist and two bulging veins wandered erratically up its sturdy length. Kerri handed the lube to Frankie, then stroked Frank's giant to life as it engorged with more blood becoming stiff enough to stand on its own. She climbed up kneeling over his lap, has he reclined his seat. That only intensified the look of his monster dick now sticking straight up, highlighting that massive piece of his manhood.
Kerri raised herself on her knees, shuffled around, and settled down on the very top of Frank's massive penis. Her tiny vaginal opening, no bigger than any other woman's, barely covering his piss slit (not that we could see that part).
In a practiced ritual, she began gyrations of her pelvis in a semi-circular motion. Each movement designed to pry and stretch her vaginal opening and admit his beast a little at a time. The two slickened surfaces rubbed against each other and his pole began stretching the opening and allow that hulking mass of hard male flesh to disappear.
My disbelief and fascination turned to stunned shock when the humongous corona, probably 3" across, finally forced its way inside his loving wife leaving only the straight 2Ύ" diameter shaft to go.
I glanced around the cabin, the seating arrangements became obvious, the younger children were far enough back that they had no clue what was transpiring up here. I noticed the three boys, whose penises I could see, all were fully erect, and my arms around Frankie confirmed he was hard as his penis was poking my arm. I could feel my own erection pressing up against Frankie's bottom.
Kerri was now in phase two that would allow them to fully join. Her dance was now two parts, first she would raise up, and drop back down. Kinda like driving a nail into a piece of wood, you hit the nail and drive it in, except she was driving Frank's wood deeper in her vagina, then she would use the gyrating motions to stretch out the part of her vagina where his glans had just invaded. Three of his seven inches was in her, maybe two or three more would fit before bottoming out against her cervix.
I heard the words, "Make love to me Daddy," but they words didn't register. It came with a different voice, not Mark or Brian's.
The voice came again asking the same thing. "Daddy? Make love to me, please."
"Allen! He's talking to you." Frank almost yelled at me.
"Wha?" I said, snapping out of my trance.
"Make love to me Daddy," Frankie begged again looking back over his shoulder at me. I realized he needed me to be his father's surrogate again.
My own dick was trying to poke its way up between Frankie's legs. Frankie used the lube Kerri had handed him and coated my dick. I helped Frankie raise up, freeing the steel pipe between my legs, it slapped up against my abdomen. I pushed it back forward and Frankie lowered himself on it. It easily penetrated his anus. His anal canal engulfed my glans, and he paused there for just a moment before sinking all the way to my pubic hair.
We continued watching as Kerri was still pounding the wood up into her vagina, slowly stretching her open. Each vein riddled inch of that hard massive monster cock slipped silently up into her vagina. When she felt him contact her cervix, she laid on his chest, allowing his hips to move and drag the huge pole out of her only to have him thrust it back in seconds later.
Frankie wanting me to mimic his father's motions turned his body to face me while impaled on my penis. I helped him get his left leg up and over to the other side so he could face me, and he laid forward chest to chest. Staci could now see her father's penis in her mother's vagina, and my penis in her brother's anus.
Frankie now could not see his mother and father. To fix that, I released the lock on my chair and rotated my feet towards the aisle. This allowed both Frankie and myself to once again see Kerri and Frank making love.
Staci asked Mark to make love to her again, but he was so engrossed in what was happening, he didn't even respond to her plea. Staci turned to Keith and begged him to make love to her. They moved to seat 2a, across from Keona mimicking her parents' positions, him on the bottom, her straddling him.
I saw him open another condom and roll it down his shaft. Keith asked for the lube and Staci told him he wouldn't need it, that she was ready for him.
I reclined my seat. As I leaned back, more of my pulsing meat slipped deeper in the tight wet velvet glove of Frankie's rectum. Frankie's ass seemed to be a hungry mouth suctioning, feeding, and massaging the stiff growth from between my legs.
He stayed on my chest and I kissed him on the top of his head. "Oh Daddy, love me!"
My hips thrusted and I held the twin orbs of his bottom spreading them and exposing his tight constrictor stretched tightly around my penis as it reciprocated in and out.
A couple of minutes later, "God Damn, SHIT, Sweet Jesus . . . OH Fuuuccckkkkk!" Frankie yelled as softly as he could as his cum was released between our stomachs. Well that might give away to some what we were doing up front. Those sitting closer to the front of the plane would now know that Frankie had an orgasm.
None of the other kids came to see what was happening. I continued ramming my dick into Frankie's hole. I blasted away coating the inner walls of his rectum with my hot man cum. We laid there together in post-orgasmic bliss.
We looked over at Frank and Kerri and watched as he was still ramming that beast up into Kerri's now stretched-out vagina. My penis began to thicken and grow at the sight. "Do it again Daddy." Frankie pleaded. I replied by pulling out part way, then jamming it back in his behind. He moaned and round two had begun.
Franks balls were now sucking up tight against the base of his dick, "Here it cums baby," he told Kerri. I have no idea how much he pumped into her, but it quickly started leaking out around that massive dick, there must not be much room in her vagina with that giant stuffed in there.
I got an image in my brain of his cock's piss slit perfectly aligning with the tiny opening in her cervix and his cum entering her uterus directly. A few million of his sperm seeking that one elusive egg each one trying to make Frankie a big brother again.
My thrusts were now matching Frank's urgent thrusts of just a few moments ago. "Cum for me Baby," I said in Frankie's ear. Frankie was now thrusting his own penis along the semen-slickened surface of our stomachs.
Our view of his parents mating was perfect, her anus was winking at us, and his dick was centered in her vagina. We could see the giant beast was now tamed, we obviously couldn't see its length, but we could see that the diameter was no longer stretching her vagina as obscenely open as it had been. The length must have taken a little longer because it took a while before she finally raised up pulling herself off that beast.
Seeing Frank's cock slowly reappearing, brought Frankie and me to simultaneous orgasms, Frankie adding more semen between us, me adding more in his colon.
Frankie was staring now at his dad's semen-covered penis just sitting there, his mother now in a passionate embrace with her husband having scooted up higher on his chest.
Frankie got off me pulling himself off my semi-inflated penis and moved over kneeling on the floor between his dad's legs. He dove for his dad's cock, his head only inches from his mother's dripping vagina.
I saw my semen leaking from his anus and stuffed a towel between his legs to catch the majority of it, hopefully.
Frankie licked the length of his dad's dick and sucked on the head, cleaning the combination of his dad's semen and his mother's vaginal secretions. There was more still draining from her and Frankie's tongue continued up, seeking those fluids too.
His mom's body jerked as she felt his tongue traverse her vagina and perineum, but she quickly realized Frankie was cleaned them both.
I don't believe Frankie even realized he was licking his mother, he was still in a highly aroused sexual state, after all, his father just made love to him, twice.
Mark and Brian who had sat there through the whole thing, had been softly stroking their penises too and needed release. Keona responded to their needs offering his anus to Mark and his lips to Brian. He reclined his seat completely and scooted so his butt was at the very edge. Mark helped raise his legs and standing between them managed to get his dick in Keona's hole with only the help of pre-cum. Brian turned around so he could feed Keo his penis and felt his warmth as Keo's lips closed around his horny tool. He then engulfed Keo's penis in his own mouth. Neither of them lasted long and within 30 seconds, they were expelling their ejaculate into each other. Keona must have been right on the edge too, as Mark and Brian shot their loads in him, he was thrusting up too, releasing his seed in Brian's mouth. Brian not missing a drop, he was deep throating him.
One of the great mysteries of the universe was answered today. How does a man with a gigantic penis, make love to his wife? Now we know. They really have to work at it, and they joined the 5-Mile High Club.
I walked back checking on the others. Keith and Staci appeared to be asleep still conjoined. Her legs were splayed apart and pulled up. I had a clear view of Keith's condom-wrapped penis disappearing in her vagina.
Walking further back, I found most of the kids asleep. That may explain why things were so quiet. Kerri met me in the galley and we took back enough water for each of us. I had to put Keith and Staci's in their cup holders. 20 minutes later, I noticed Staci beginning to move, her pelvis began pumping, trying to ride Keith dick still inside her, but you can't ride a flaccid dick, it's too flexible. The movement though caused the desired effect. Keith came awake and I could see the base of his dick enlarging again.
Ah, the sexual power of youth. Keith's arms wrapped around Staci, and together they turned over putting Staci on the bottom. He held her legs for her and began gentle pelvic thrusts. It was hard, but he managed to kiss Staci sweetly several times while gently having another round of sex with her. He's over three years older than she is, but is still responsive to her wants and needs. His hand was massaging her clitoris and his penis massaged her G-spot. After he brought her to orgasm, he allowed himself to cum again. He slowly withdrew with a condom that was bulging with semen. He may have cum three times in her to produce that much semen. I'm sure he would have made sure she would have as many orgasms as he had, if not more, he's that thoughtful. They found their water and drank.
He removed his condom and disposed of it in the galley trashcan. He snuggled back into the seat next to Staci and they drifted off to sleep together.
I walked back to the galley again where Malea was getting some water for herself.
She looked at me with the eyes of an abandoned puppy asking someone to rescue it and take it home.
"Am I not a decent looking woman Mr. Allen?" With Malea, I have three names. The formal one is Mr. Jeffries, the casual one and the one she uses most often is Allen, and my semi-formal name Mr. Allen.
"You are a beautiful woman Malea."
"Keona let me know he told you the story of my daughter. I haven't been with a man since that time, over ten years.
"I know you are not attracted to women, and that's ok. I hear the boys talking; they say that if they want something from you, they have to ask for it. I'm asking Mr. Allen; please make love to me, just this one time? I'll never ask again."
I have never seriously considered having sex with a woman. During junior high, high school, and college, the concept never appealed to me. And now that I have Keona, it's just not even on my radar. But if Mark can agree to be Staci's first partner, learning to give her orgasms, and taking her virginity at her mother's request, I could agree to Malea's unexpected plea. My penis was already answering for me, beginning to enlarging, almost embarrassing me for becoming erect in front of Malea.
I'm not technically a virgin any more, Okeke, at nine-years-old had seen to that, but I had never been with a woman. With my penis giving me away, I agreed to make love to a woman I did truly love, maybe not in a sexual way, but it was love nonetheless. I held out my hand and she placed her hand in mine.
Most everyone was sitting forward in the plane and there were empty seats towards the rear. We stopped near one and I asked her to wait. I went to Keith's seat where he had left his condoms and lube; I took one and his lube and went back to Malea.
I took the seat and invited her on top. She took the lube from my hand and she sat on my thighs. Taking some lube, she warned me again, "I haven't done this for a very long time."
She took the condom from my hand, opened it, and applied it to my erect penis. This is the first time I've ever needed a condom. I put one on once when I was 14 to see what it was like, but that was it.
She scooted forward and bent my penis to meet the location of her vaginal opening; the softness of her little-used vagina encompassed me in the warmth of her supple body as she wiggled and squirmed her way across my thighs, at last our stomachs touching, my penis fully inside a woman's vagina for the first time.
She leaned forward to lay on my chest, her head on my chest. She did not attempt to look up, she laid there, and I could feel the trepidation in her body drain as she relaxed. I reclined my seat, shifting her weight off my pelvic region freeing my hips, which then stared the ancient ritual known to have produced millions of babies across thousands of mammal species around the planet.
The feelings my penis was enjoying from her vagina were not unlike the similar feelings I enjoy from Keona's or any other boys' rectum. The warmth, the softness, and the velvety smoothness, was all feelings I knew well. The differences I could feel, was as her body naturally lubricated her vagina. It was a new sensation for me. That and having her breasts pressed against my chest, made me wonder why I had avoided this loving act with a woman for so long.
I wrapped my arms around her as my hips continued thrusting making my penis take gentle trips in and out of her vagina, no more than a couple inches at a time at most. This is my preferred way to make love to Keona; I figured it would work for her as well.
My inexperience left me with uncertainty of what I could do to help her achieve an orgasm. She doesn't have a prostate, which is a sure way to make a boy squirt his load.
Malea's hand eventually showed me what I could have done as her fingers worked between our bodies and to the top of her vulva. There she rubbed the little nub hiding in the loose folds of her labia. Slowly at times, and other times as fast as her hand could move, she massaged her clitoris, edging herself closer and closer to a climax.
Malea, having no sexual partners since her boyfriend, had refined her ability to masturbate herself to satisfying orgasms. Now with a man's penis working in and out of her vagina, she rather easily reached that plateau and orgasmed, her vagina releasing secretions around my penis.
The sudden release of additional lubrication enhanced the sensuality of all the textures I was feeling on the exterior of my penis. I momentarily missed not having the contractions of a male's anus during his orgasm, but with these new feelings, I ejaculated explosively.
We laid there quietly, then I slowly raised my seat-back to its vertical position returning Malea's weight to my pelvis, my flaccid penis, having no place to go stayed trapped inside her.
I helped her stand, and as she did, her vagina pulled off me. She grabbed the towel draped over the seat back and stuffed half of it between her legs, the other half she used to gently wipe the fluids from my body which were running down towards the seat. She offered her hand, helped pull me up, and quickly wiped the seat of our combined fluids.
We went back to the galley and shared the bottle of water she'd taken from the refrigerator. There wasn't a sound on the plane other than those of people sleeping. We dimmed the lighting and returned to our original seats, we too were soon asleep.
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We slept through Midnight of New Year's Eve, there was no ball drop, but some of us had seen our own form of fireworks, just maybe not at midnight as we flew above the Pacific Ocean. We woke the kids at 5:30 so they wouldn't have ear decompression problems during the landing at John Wayne Airport at about 6:00 in the morning. I didn't make them get dressed; they didn't have to leave the plane. I did though because I had to take Bear for a walk and let him pee on the tires. He was happy to be off the plane and this time did target the tires. He also deposited a large pile of poop. I was prepared this time. From my walks with him, I now carry poop bags in my pocket just in case. But now I was stuck actually holding the bag.
The catering service brought out our breakfast and parked near the plane, the kind man saw and understood my predicament and offered a trash receptacle. The pilot intercepted the delivery at the door, not wanting to embarrass him with the nudity inside.
Malea and Mai helped him secure the food and prepared a breakfast plate for him and the co-pilot along with fresh cups of coffee. We ate breakfast as soon as we were at cruising altitude. After breakfast was naptime. With our impromptu educational interlude, some of us got less than four hours of sleep on the first leg of our trip and were still sleepy. We had to wake them to eat breakfast. Some we had to awaken again for the landing in Waco.
The General Aviation service had our bus waiting for us and drove it out when the plane stopped. We gathered our stuff and exited the plane directly onto the bus. When the kids saw that the bus was just a few feet away, most saw no need to get dressed, and scampered across the short distance naked, with their clothes tucked under their arms and their bag in the opposite hand. We had a couple boxes to unload, a few suitcases, a year's supply macadamia nuts, our supply of coffee from the house, and one Big Wheel.
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1981 through 1984
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While we were in Hawaii, the troop had their annual Christmas party and distributed their annual calendar. Glancing through the copy mailed to me, I was amused to see that Sun Ranch was again listed for a two-week summer camp in June and no campout had been planned for July. I knew Sun Ranch had been a hit with the boys, but apparently, the parents approved as well.
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Monday, everyone went back to school, Shaun, Holly, and Jamal in Keona's classroom, the others to the public schools. In three weeks, the Velasco children would be joining the second semester of their respective grades, and would remain a year behind till they graduated.
While the kids were in school, I took my film to Walker at the camera store for developing. I was anxious to see how they turned out. I ordered triple prints. One set was for the Wilsons. I knew I would need more reprints, but full sets of prints are easier for Walker and cheaper for me. Having to fill so many photo albums sometime required 10 or 12 copies of group pictures. There was that one of the kids on Mauna Kea that would require 25 copies if it comes out. I've made it easier for myself as I now have a light table in my office for looking at negatives. I warned Walker that there were more photos from Mauna Kea that I had great hope for.
Walked called me that afternoon when my prints were ready, a very unusual call. He wanted me to come pick them up. NOW.
I wasn't busy so I headed to the camera store. When I walked in, Walker immediately brought out my prints. "Would you mind if I took down your picture of the Milky Way. I want to replace it with this." He pulled out a 17" x 22" print of the photo I had taken of Frank and Kerri. Somehow, with all the incorrect settings, I had caught it all. They had managed to stay perfectly still and everything was in sharp focus. The tiny aperture setting had increased my depth of field assuring the Wilson's faces, as well as the stars were in focus. The emotion in their faces with the streams of tears running from Kerri's eyes had caught and reflected the light from the stars; their faces glowed with wonderment, enlightenment, awe, contentment, pure joy and majesty. There was a ruggedness to Franks face, in need of a shave. Yet his eyes as they took in all this beauty were soft and exuded warmth and peace.
"Don't know if I can let you Walker. You know who that is?"
"Isn't it Judge Wilson and his wife?"
"Yeah, I'll have to ask."
"Do you think they would like this one? As a gift from me? I have never in my life, been so moved by a photograph. I feel honored to have seen it. I want to have it framed first. And I want to be there when you give it to them."
"I'm sure they would. Are you a nudist at all? I asked Walker.
"I will be if that's what it takes."
We arrived at a plan where I would have the Wilsons come over to the home to view the vacation photos. We would stay clothed at least the adults that is, telling them I was expecting a visitor, meanwhile we would go through the images.
When we came to the series on Mauna Kea, and we talked about the specific photo, he would step out of the pantry at the appropriate moment and present the framed photo.
I warned him he might be subjected to youth nudity. "I can handle that, I've already seen you all naked anyway."
I arranged for them to come over on Wednesday evening, for a preview of the photos at a specific time. I told Walker the time so he would arrive early and could hide in the pantry.
The Wilsons arrived and Keona and I met them. The kids did what they normally do and stripped as soon as they entered the house and headed out back where they could see the other kids.
We began going through the photos in order on the kitchen counter. Our conversations were remembrances of our trip triggered by the photos. Keith and Trang riding the dolphins was particularly noteworthy. When we got to the ones on Mauna Kea, Walker readied himself. "Oh look, the one I took of the two of you came out really well."
With that comment, Walker made his way out of the pantry into the kitchen behind the counter where we were laying out the photos.
"It didn't come out well," Walker said, correcting me. "It came out perfect. Absolutely, unconditionally, utterly, and unequivocally perfect! The composition, the subject, the emotion . . . In all my years of developing customer's photos, I have never, in my life, been so emotionally moved by a photograph," Walker told us.
"I would like you to meet our guest, the owner of the Waco Camera store, Walker Simmons. Walker, this is Frank and Kerri Wilson.
"A pleasure to finally meet you. I've been developing Allen's photos since he started going to Sun Ranch, and I feel that I know you and your son and daughter."
"The photo Allen took of the two of you on Mauna Kea, is unbelievable. Kerri, may I call you Kerri? he asked. She nodded in reply. "Kerri your face is priceless, it could never be staged, no actor is that good." His eyes were beginning to tear up again, as he made his presentation. "How Allen was able to take this image of the two of you is beyond my comprehension. Getting your faces and the stars in perfect focus during a very long exposure is . . . well impossible!"
"But, without further ado, it is my humble honor to present to you, this print of Allen's photograph." With that he turned the frame in his hands around.
The print he showed me in the store was beautiful but now, matted and properly framed, it was spectacular. All four of us gasped as we laid eyes on it for the first time.
All I ask it that you encourage Allen to enter it in the National Geographic Annual Photography contest.
I can understand if it is too personal for you, but with your permission, I would like to put a copy in my Hall-of-Fame in the store.
Tears were again slowly running down Kerri's cheeks, the powerful image instantly returning her to that night on Mauna Kea, when she first saw the sky and had to sit down, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and majesty of the sky.
"And if you name it, I'd like to suggest the name: `Wakea'."
"You know the ancient Gods?" Keona asked.
"Personally, no. But a friend once told me about a Hawaiian God who said the two of you belonged together, and he was the God of the Sky and of Light and of the Heavens. If He didn't have a hand in this image, then God doesn't exist and everything is just luck. I believe this image, exemplifying the Sky, the Light, and the Heavens, proves that He exists.
Frank and Kerri gave their permission for the picture to join the Hall of Fame.
They also encourage me to enter it in the contest, and with Walker's guidance filled out the required paperwork to submit the photograph. It won first place in its category, and now my picture is in a book somewhere and in Doctor's office waiting rooms across the country.
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Trang became the terror of the great room on his Big Wheel and he could tear around the room weaving between the planters and the furniture, then down the long hallway of the residence at break-neck speeds only to spin a 180° turn and head right back. At least until he managed to hit his mother rounding a corner going into the residential hallway. His Big Wheel was banned to the patio and driveway.
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I knew Phillip would be bringing us more children this year, we officially have seven foster children, Malea's granddaughter, two adopted children, and we are guardians for Mai and her son. That leaves us room for five more. The first one arrived on Friday with that phone call from Phillip, "I've got another one for you."
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Charlie was 7 when he came to the home the Friday after we returned from Hawaii the first week of January 1982 he was a nudist in his own home and cute as a naked baby on a lambskin rug. When his mom died when he was six, an overdose, his father having lost his mate, turned to Charlie for the comforts she had provided. He played a game with the boy called nude time, in which Charlie was `rewarded' with hours of nude time based on how well he sucked his father's dick. He could receive anywhere from an hour up to 24 hours.
A year or so of that and the fact he was a young boy was how he developed his nudity habit. Eventually dad simply did away with the premise of a game, and just expected to have his cock sucked on demand, even if that meant the middle of the night after the bars closed. Charlie simply did not wear clothes inside their house and was usually left alone after dinner while his dad went to the bar, putting himself to bed each night.
New Year's morning, about 3 a.m., while we were flying over the Pacific on our way home from Hawaii, Charlie was servicing his father, in his usual drunken state. His own father, unable to control himself, ended up brutally raping the little boy. Charlie fled his home to a neighbor's, bleeding from his rectum. The father was arrested; Charlie was take to the hospital to have the damage to his anus and anal canal surgically repaired. The father tried to blame Charlie for seducing him, always flaunting his naked body in front of him.
Charlie was released from the hospital and came to live with us. Before his trial, his father took a plea deal and the judge sentenced him to the deal's 5-year incarceration term with no possibility of parole.
Roy was incensed at the light sentence he received and made sure his fellow inmates, especially those in his cellblock, were aware of his crime. Each of the 19 other men and most of the prison guards exercised their `right' to his ass whenever they wanted. He attempted suicide a couple times, but the inmates didn't want to lose him and saved his worthless life so they could continue to have his pussy at their disposal.
It didn't take long and he stopped resisting and would simply lay over the edge of a table and allow whoever was so inclined to fuck his ass. With his anal sphincter muscles torn multiple time by the well-endowed inmates, his anus gave up on its primary function and ceased holding in his stool between bowel movements, the prison had to issue him adult diapers. STDs are rampant in prison and his father ended up with syphilis, gonorrhea, and AIDS, as did most of his cellmates and several of the guards.
Charlie's physical injuries healed and he went into the 2nd grade at the same time as Jamal Velasco.
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Payton was next. In early March, the 8-year-old came to live with us. He even arrived naked in a sheriff's car. He was picked up when a concerned citizen reported a naked boy, playing in the park. Police responded and found him happily playing with other children; he was just as the caller indicated, completely naked. None of the parents around claimed him as their own, or belonging to anyone they knew, or even having ever seen him before.
When the Sheriff called CPS, they spoke with Phillip, since he had been picked up at a park not far from us, and that he was obviously a nudist, Phillip had the deputy deliver him directly to us. Phillip met the deputy in my office. CPS and the sheriff searched for his parents.
Payton wasn't any help in that regard. The investigation drug on slowly. He gave his name and school and it was confirmed he had been a student since the start of the school year, but stopped reporting after President's Day. They were still waiting for his transfer records, which never materialized. His address and parent's name on record, which did not match his own name, were fake, no reference to his parent's name could be found. The address for his previous school on his record was an empty lot. His records were forged.
He was a happy boy, and a good student in the 2nd grade. We finally resorted to driving him around the neighborhood hoping he would recognize where he lived.
We were successful locating his house, but it was empty. He admitted it had been that way since Presidents weekend. Since then he had resorted to dumpster diving for food. The property owner had showed up to clean the house out after his mother left, and while he hid naked in a closet, his meager belongings were cleaned out of the house including what few clothes he owned.
From Keona's conversations with Payton, he gathered that he was glad she was gone, that he was unplanned, unloved, unwanted, and considered a burden. He always gave the vaguest answers as to the identity of his mom, resorting to "I dunno," and "I can't remember," frequently.
Without an agreement to terminate parental rights, Payton could not be adopted without a convoluted court case.
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It was in May when Phillip brought us a set of brothers that would bring us up to 11 foster kids, which is all Phillip wanted us to have on a full-time basis.
The brothers were 10 months apart in age, Curtis, the younger one at 11 was the exact same size as his older brother Kevin who was 12.
While they weren't twins, they certainly could have been. They were constantly being confused as fraternal twins. In the house, we had no such trouble telling them apart, Kevin was circumcised and Curtis was not, unless they tried to confuse us by hiding their penises.
They were victims of drunk driving; fortunately, they were not involved in the accident. Their parents died on a Las Vegas weekend get-away. They ran a red light crossing South Las Vegas Blvd. at 2:30 a.m. and were hit broadside by a speeding 15,000-pound limousine attempting to make it on the yellow.
The reason they were brought to us was their age and the fact they were admittedly gay, making them very hard to place. Even their mom's sister refused to take them. Their aunt and uncle who lived in Houston made all the arrangements for their funerals and didn't even tell the boys when or where it was.
I found out quite by accident through Phillip when we spoke the morning of the funeral home viewing. It was being held in Stillwater Oklahoma, their mom's ancestral home, a 5½-hour drive from Waco. Within an hour, I had the boys out of school and on a chartered turbo prop bound for Stillwater Regional Airport.
To say the least, their aunt, was not pleased to see us enter the funeral home all decked out in our suits in time for the visitation. They called the police to have us removed for trespassing. The responding officers were more than cooperative when they discovered the boys were the children of the deceased. The homophobic aunt was incensed that we were allowed to remain and at the hands of the police, both she and her husband were physically escorted from the funeral home while continuing to scream homophobic rants.
The funeral the next day was another flash point when we showed up again. As much as I felt like beating the shit out of a woman, the three of us remained quiet and respectful of their parents. The aunt and uncle wouldn't even stay in the chapel for the service and at the internment, stayed well away from the mourners. The boys became the center of attention instead of the aunt and uncle.
Their parents died intestate, meaning without a will, and by Texas law, everything would pass to their children. When the probate court tried to appoint an attorney as executor, the aunt filed to be the executor. Phillip informed me and you just don't fuck with my boys. I quickly had the best probate attorney in Texas throwing roadblock after roadblock in front of that bitch.
Her biggest mistake was calling my boys sexual perverts in open court. Many Texans have an anti-gay bias, but she even crossed the judge's line with that statement and was found in contempt of court. She was fined $500 or five days in jail. My lawyer was assigned as the executor.
My lawyer fees exceeded the value of the estate, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the sister was a bigot and we needed to crush her. Even her husband stopped supporting her as she attended the later court hearings without him.
The brothers were so bonded; they wanted to share a room and were very happy to have a queen-size bed to share even though I offered two beds. I even offered a king-size bed, but they declined it as being too large. This left rooms 14 & 12 open for short-term stays. We still had the guest room available as well.
This allowed Mai and Trang to stay in room 14.
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The courtship between Ramon Sanchez, the boys' soccer coach and Linda Hoffman, Chris' mom flourished for several months. Linda attended every soccer practice and even became an assistant coach. They all continued to come with us to Sun Ranch whenever weekend soccer games didn't interfere. Eventually they moved in together. Matty became a frequent guest at sleepovers with the three boys now living together, Antonio, Carlos, and Chris.
In October 1982, they announced their marriage. They were married at Sun Ranch in November. Matty was invited to participate in the ceremony along with the other three boys. The reception was held in the Sungo Bingo Parlor, the camp suspending the game for the night, but as a consolation, the players that showed up were invited to the reception. During the festivities, Ramon and Linda announced they had begun the process to adopt Matty who was now 10.
Two weeks later Matty was allowed to move in with his new family-to-be. Matty had lived with us 17 months. Interestingly, Matty's original family was interracial, and so was his new one, but neither of his new parents had a problem with alcohol. Matty's original father initially resisted relinquishing his parental rights, but after a visit from Roy at the prison, he signed the papers. I imagine the conversation had something to do with inmates much bigger than himself, their large, fat penises, and his soon-to-be-fucked asshole.
A new spot was open for Phillip to fill. It was open for four months and a new boy came to live with us in April of 1983.
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Phillip typically left us one person short of our allotted 12 foster children for short-term placements. Most of these kids simply had no place to go while their parent(s) were temporally unavailable, most likely incarcerated for a short time. These were usually a drunk or disorderly arrests, domestic abuse, minor drug offences, or similar over-night type incarceration. They would get their child back after being released. Some of them became frequent guests as their parents were arrested several times.
These were difficult on us and the child. A boy would arrive, usually late in the evening, tired, angry, and confused as to why he couldn't be with his parent. Getting to sleep that night was always difficult for them.
Usually it was one child, but once he brought six brothers and sisters at 11:30 p.m. Their extended family was found the next day and they went to Oklahoma to stay with an aunt and uncle. Phillip didn't even bother with an emergency order to expand our license; he just brought them over and rang the bell, till I answered. There were too many for the one bedroom, but I had plenty of volunteers willing to bunk with a kid overnight.
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Keith aged out of foster care on his 18th birthday. That officially dropped us to 10 foster children, and opened a slot for a new resident. It didn't take long for Phillip to fill it. In fact, Phillip had been waiting for Keith's birthday. He was transferring a boy whose foster mom didn't appreciate the young boy's form of nudity. It wasn't that he was nude, her own child was a naturist as well; it was Eric's near-constant erections when around her nude 12-year-old daughter. Eric and Phillip attended Keith's birthday party and Eric didn't leave for 7 years. He moved into room 12, leaving one room for short-term stays.
My boys quickly solved Eric's erection problem by teaching him to masturbate, which he enjoyed immensely and practiced frequently. Within a week of his arrival, his beast was tamed and only occasional erections were seen in the wild, no more often than any other boy's was. He also enjoyed it when his new brothers would masturbate him upon request. That of course progressed to the other things boys do with their erections, leading up to an exploratory session in Holly's bedroom with Okeke and himself. That earned him a session with Kerri, our sex education specialist.
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1982 we finally became organized enough to plan and pull off a 1-week trip in the big red bus. Our trip was to Roswell, White Sands National Monument Acoma Pueblo, Chaco Culture National Historical Park, Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Taos, and Madrid (for burgers at The Mine Shaft and to visit our furniture builders), all in New Mexico. We planned too much and were a few days late getting the kids back to school.
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The summer of '82 we also did a two-week trip to southern California. We visited Sea World in San Diego, Disneyland, Universal Studios, and all the other normal points of interest. We couldn't justify the six days driving back and forth so we did the charter jet to San Diego, and back from Long Beach Airport. We used a commercial tour company to make all the arrangements and event ticketing. It worked very well and we got to see a lot.
1983 we did a two-week tour of Utah and all the red-rock country. What a gorgeous state! Zion Canyon, Bryce Canyon, Hovenweep National Monument, Monument Valley, Canyonlands National Park, Arches National Park, Goblin Valley State Park, and Capitol Reef National Park.
You should have seen the road our bus took after leaving Monument Valley through Mexican Hat, then climbing on our way up to Muley Point. It's called the Moki Dugway (Google it, it's awesome) and then on to Natural Bridges National Monument, it was impressive and the boys enjoyed hiking the area.
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Christmas vacation was ALWAYS Hawaii, although we did mix things up a bit occasionally. In 1986 I think, we flew our charter jet to Kona, and the day after Christmas flew to Honolulu and did a week in Oahu. Little K flew over with us and we put him on an interisland flight before we left for the mainland. We rented a much larger house than our first time, and worked with a tour company because they were the only ones who had busses large enough for our group.
We did a similar trip in 1991, except after Christmas we went to Kauai and stayed in Princeville right on the beach.
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On Aug 19, 1983 Mai's guardianship agreement with me expired as she turned 18. She was doing well in Keona's classes and was working now at the 9th grade level. Her skills in the kitchen were blossoming; she had a knack for cooking.
In 1986 she earned her GED. Her mastery of the English language was near complete and only had the slightest of accents. Her salary increased from 50% to 90% of Malea's.
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The man who had started out as just a distant neighbor then became a benefactor of It's A Boys' Life, then a friend, appeared in my morning paper in 1983, in an obituary.
Wayland Powell passed away at 82 from lung cancer even though he never smoked; he died of second-hand smoke from his wife's habit. With no family, he left everything to the It's A Boys' Life Foundation. There was a healthy bank account but the majority of his gift was his family's land, he had donated 5 acres to start us off. He left the foundation 17 more identical parcels extending a mile down the road including the one his house sat on. Going through his house, I found his Boy Scout uniform from 1916-1920 with his merit badges and Eagle Scout badge. I stored that uniform away for years.
His final good deed secured the foundation in perpetuity. When the National Boy Scout Museum opened in Dallas in 2002, I donated his uniform jacket with its arm full of merit badges, pants, belt, knife, and hat for their displays.
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On Feb 11, 1984 we had our first official graduate from our foster home. Keith turned 18 and aged out of the system. Our second graduate wouldn't happen for three more years when Kevin would age out. The following year four more including Keith's brother Benny, would reach the magic age.
In preparation for his milestone birthday, Phillip, Keona, and I sat down with him, explaining his options and his wealth from his trust fund.
He graduated high school that June. He asked permission to buy a car. We arranged for a $50,000 withdrawal from his fund into an interest bearing checking account. He shopped for a couple weeks and paid cash for a new Porsche 944.
In reality, the only change at the home, was that Phillip could bring us another foster child. Keith continued to share the same room with his brother while attending Community College. He chose to take part-time classes and work part-time waiting for Benny to catch up to him. He and Benny graduated from High School and community college the same month.
These two boys are inseparable. Together they were accepted to Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) across the river from Boston, Keith as a transfer student starting his third year, Benny as a freshman. They were even allowed to room together.
They turned down our scholarship, insisting that they each pay for his own education, "because they could afford it." Which was absolutely true, their trust fund had blossomed to over $40 million, thanks to our broker exiting the market, avoiding the 1982 market crash, then reinvesting very close to the low point the market reached.
Keith stayed in Boston working for two more years while waiting for Benny to graduate.
After Benny graduated, they moved to Huntsville Alabama and went to work for Northrup Grumman on a classified project. There Keith met his fiancι. She introduced her younger sister to Benny and after they dated for a respectful period, the four were married in a dual ceremony that we had to fly to Alabama to attend.
They moved back to McGregor in 2005 when they opened their own robotics company in support of the new SpaceX Rocket Development Facility. As a sideline, they formed a technology-centric educational foundation providing scholarships and opportunities for technology students in Junior High and High School. They teach rocketry and robotics at Sun Ranch on what the ranch calls Tech Weekend, which is the third weekend of the month.
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On May 23, 1985, Mark had his 18th birthday. In June he graduated from high school. There was no effect on the foster home; Mark didn't count since he was my adopted son.
Before turning 18, he completed his Eagle Scout Award. Earning that, he served in Robert's old position as Senior Patrol Leader. He attended Philmont Scout Ranch with his troop in 1984, and every year went with the troop to Sun Ranch for their self-run 2-week summer camp. Since he had aged-out of the youth ranks of Scouting, he went to the 1985 National Jamboree near Washington D.C. as an adult, the third assistant scoutmaster of the contingent troop from the greater Waco area.
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In June 1985 he also graduated from high school along with his best friend. Later in the month, June 24th he also turned 18, aging out of the youth ranks of the Boy Scouts, but not before having a twin Eagle Scout presentation with his best friend Mark.
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The It's A Boys' Life Foundation does not terminate support at age 18 as CPS does. We provide for our graduates through as much college as they want as long as their grades are well maintained. When they graduate from high school, they are provided with a 1 to 2 year old vehicle, a car, or truck, whatever works for them, as a graduation present. We provide a place to live, and continuing financial support for two years of attendance at McLennan Community College in Waco, then a full scholarship at the college of their choice, as negotiated with Keona.
To enable this support, It's A Boys' Life Foundation purchased a 6-unit apartment building not far from the community college campus. If one of our own chooses Baylor University, they can continue to live in the apartment.
An apartment building requires a manager and Robert, one of the Scout troop's past senior patrol leaders was in need of housing and a job. He became our building manager and lives in unit 1 with his life partner, Nick, the same boy he took to Sun Ranch with us one weekend. He has very little contact with his father, but still has frequent dinners with his mom.
Units are provided free of charge to our kids, if there are units available, Robert rents them out at going rates. He always assures there is a place to live for our kids. Any renter is made fully aware that the pool is clothing optional. Robert also provides maintenance for the group home as needed.
After two years at MCC, they tend to move on to other universities, such as: UT at Austin, Texas A&M, University of Houston, Rice University, University of North Texas, Baylor, Southern Methodist, UT at Dallas, and Texas Tech. College isn't for everybody and a few have chosen the technical school route. A few boys have received new business grants in lieu of college scholarships.
When the boy graduates from college, he is then given placement assistance, or if trying to start his own business, depending on his business plan we might offer financial assistance in the form of a zero interest loan.
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Sept 29, 1986 our second adopted son turned 18. He didn't graduate from high school till the following June. Again, there was no effect on the home since he wasn't a foster son.
Before turning 18, he too completed his Eagle Scout Award. In completing those requirements, he replaced his brother as Senior Patrol Leader. He also attended Philmont Scout Ranch with his troop in 1984, and every year went with the troop to Sun Ranch for their self-run 2-week summer camp. Still young enough, he was able to attend the 1985 National Jamboree near Washington D.C. as a troop member, a patrol leader of one of the four patrols.
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It was in 1988, when a knock came at the front door one Saturday morning. One of the kids grabbed the robe and answered.
"Where the fuck is my gay little cocksucking son?" the man at the door slurred. He aimed his revolver at the boy who answered, who ducked out of the way as a bullet flew over his shoulder. The drunk father surged on into the main house. At the sound of the first shot, everyone froze what they were doing and looked toward the door, when the shabbily dressed man stumbled into the great room, and fired again into the ceiling. "Charlie, where are you? Your father's come to see you!"
Some kids screamed, all ran for cover; all that is, but now 13-year-old Charlie who was frozen in his tracts having just exited the game room into the great room. He couldn't move; the man confronting him was his father, a man he had not seen for six years. The man who brutally raped him. The memories of his year of abuse and his rape, all came rushing back to him; overwhelming his ability to move. He stood covering his face with his hands and peed on the floor.
"There you are you fucking little snot, you've grown. They sent me to jail over you, you worthless piece of shit." The next shot from his unsteady hand grazed Charlie's shoulder, starting trickles of blood running down his arm. He continued approaching Charlie. "I was gang raped every day in jail, for five fucking years because of you."
I saw most of this from my office. It happened so fast there wasn't time to think. I went to the shelf on the wall and pressed the hidden buttons. The secret shelf opened revealing my loaded pistol. I grabbed it from its hiding place and went to the door, cocking it as I moved. I stuck my head around the corner and fired somewhat wildly, purposely high just to divert his attention away from Charlie.
Well, that certainly did get his attention; he turned his gun and his intentions towards me. I pulled back around the corner as his impaired condition made him fire in my direction after I was safe. One shot was so wide; it exploded the glass door going out to the patio into small cubes as the tempered glass cascaded to the floor.
I reappeared, now lying on the floor with a double-handed grip on my 9 mm automatic. I squeezed off three sequential rounds, between a Weeping Fig and a Rubber Plant each shot striking the man mid-torso. I'm not sure why I remember the specific trees. He barely seemed to register he'd been shot. He lurched towards me. I took my time and took careful aim at the bridge of his nose, and began squeezing the trigger.
Out of nowhere came the most awful blood-curdling scream I've ever heard in my life. Flying into my narrowly focused field of view came Malea. She had come from the kitchen and using the dining table as a launching pad, flew at the intruder. She screamed as she dived through the air. I purposely jerked my pistol off target; I heard it go off striking the ceiling. She arched down towards the man who appeared frozen. He reached up with his gun hand to shield himself from this flying she-devil. As she reached him, her right arm swung forward, bringing the meat cleaver from her chef's knife set over her head.
The cleaver hit the intruder's arm about halfway between the wrist and the elbow. I watched it as if it was happening in slow motion; the gun, still grasped in his hand, fell to the floor. Malea's momentum carried her into the man's body, knocking him to the floor. I saw the man looking at the neatly severed stump of his arm watching it as his blood only oozed out, his heart no longer capable of pumping blood. He never moved again.
When the first shot was fired, Keona came from the classroom like everyone else was looking around to see what was happening. By the third shot that creased Charlie's arm, Keona had spotted the target unable to move. He ran at Charlie and like a defensive end taking out a quarterback, he wrapped him up with both arms around his body and drove him over to the video game corner. He tackled Charlie to the couch, Keo covering his body with his own.
Thanks to Roy, we had emergency procedures in place and every boy knew what to do. By now, we had installed more phone lines, (eleven teenagers spend a lot of time on the phone) bringing us to 5 lines. Each line called 911. I sent Phillip a text message: 911! The boys sheltered in their rooms. Every sheriff's car assigned to McGregor responded to the shots fired call.
Our local beat sheriff's deputy was quickly on the scene. He knew us well and how we dressed. He came through the front door, gun drawn and in a defensive stance.
Malea was now standing over the intruder, screaming at him, daring the mutherfucker to move, her cleaver ready to take off his head. He was already dead.
I yelled to deputy Stevens that the only intruder was down.
Deputy Stevens secured the scene and stopped any more deputies from entering the building. Only the Sheriff and paramedics were allowed in.
Most boys were already in their room or the room of another boy as Roy had trained them to do. Through the intercom, I let everyone know that it was over, the intruder was subdued, and everyone was safe. They were to get dressed but to stay in the residential section. There would soon be a small army of investigators crawling all over the place and everyone would need to give a statement to those men.
Malea's blood-splattered apron was carefully removed and she put on a light Hawaiian dress then covered it with a clean apron. Her bloody one preserved. I had shorts in my office and put those on. I went to Charlie's room, found his shorts, and helped him put them on. Keona had his shorts in the classroom. With everyone sufficiently covered, other officers were allowed inside as if there was something for them to do.
Frank, who was working in his office on this Saturday, called by Phillip, arrived in a police car from Waco where he commandeered the officer at the courthouse and Phillip arrived from his office, responding to my text.
Nine Harley Davidson motorcycles arrived, led by Roy forming an impenetrable perimeter across the front of the property assuring that unauthorized persons would not get inside. Even the detectives had to show badges to get past them. News vans, who heard the call on their scanners had to park down the street, and weren't allowed past the curb.
The investigation had us locked down the rest of the day.
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After that `incident', I got on the phone and called a friend I had met last year. Aaron McKinney and his wife Jenifer, and two of their kids, Mikey, 3 and Ashley, 2 were on a round-the-country trip, moving from nudist resort to nudist resort, driving a 1924 Rolls Royce Silver Ghost Pall Mall Touring Car. We met while they were at Sun Ranch. He was a builder of luxury homes under the name Million Dollar Homes. He was partial owner of a subsidiary called MDH Advanced Technologies. They specialize in security systems, high-tech entertainment systems, and computers.
When I told Aaron what happened, and wanted, he immediately had Mike, one of the lead partners and fellow naturist, fly out to analyze our situation.
His survey revealed we couldn't prevent a determined criminal from making entry, short of turning the property into a fortress, but he did recommend some changes; one was simple installation of a security screen door. That was done in two days. Another recommendation was the installation of a video surveillance system combined with motion sensors, infrared sensors, and video recorders.
He prepared an extensive proposal and presented it to me. I glanced at the cover page, and looked him in the eye. "Do you believe this is what we need?"
"It's what I would install if these kids were mine!"
"Is this all top-of-the line?" I asked.
"There are a few upgrades I can add, not too much."
"Then add them and do this, cost is no object. Install whatever we need, no cutting corners, make everything top of the line."
He sent an email to his partner detailing the installation and hardware requirements. Two days later an MDH Advanced Technologies van pulled up out front. Julian was introduced. They stayed in the guest room. During the installation, they never wore a stitch of clothing unless needed for protection. That's when I found out they were more than business partners they too were life partners.
We got a state-of-the-art video surveillance system with motion sensors and alarms that would alert us to anyone even approaching any door. Sensors monitored the entire perimeter; anyone climbing the wall would be seen and recorded. There was even a sensor in the mailbox that let us know when the mail arrived. Mike and Julian installed five security viewing stations; one in my office, one in our bedroom, one by the front door, one on the patio, and one in the kitchen.
From the final police incident report we learned that Charlie's father had been released in 1987 after serving all five years of his sentence, with a restraining order in place to keep him at least 500 feet away from Charlie. A lot of good that piece of paper did to protect Charlie.
We should have been notified, but were not informed of his release. He resumed his drinking and became a petty thief to fuel his alcohol addiction, which led to several minor arrests, but no serious jail time. He wasn't on parole, so couldn't be incarcerated for that type of infraction. The coroner's report indicated the cause of death was any of my three shots. One of them shattered his spine. The two other shots shredded the right ventricle of his heart.
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When Mark turned 23, he called me to see if he could go with us on our monthly trip to Sun Ranch. He said he would meet us there, he asked that I bring the two boxes that I had put in the garage 10 years earlier shortly after his 13th birthday. Our second day there, he told me to get dressed and go for a ride with him. He brought only a small cloth duffel and placed it on the back seat. We left the ranch, drove for an hour, and turned off the pavement on a dirt road. 20 miles later, that road simply disappeared. According to my map, we were officially in the middle of nowhere. He had me stop. He took his duffel and the box marked `Keep?' leaving me the box marked `Models'. We walked about 50 feet out and set down the boxes. "I know what's in your box; let's go through the `Keep?' box.
I opened the box and removed a photo album. We leafed through it together. I had looked at it 10 years ago and knew what was there. A few dozen blurry pictures of Mark growing up to age 8 or 9. There were a couple of him at his own birthday parties when he was 5 and 8, he took nothing from the album and put it back in the box. We went through the rest of the stuff. Nothing else seemed of interest to him.
After we looked at the last item he said, "Dad, we're here today to finally close this chapter of my life. As far as I'm concerned, I didn't exist before March 16, 1980 the day you took me in. I'm going to destroy any evidence of my existence before I met you, Father.
He picked up the small duffel and removed three greyish white blocks 2" x 1½" x 11 inches long. He inserted a thin metal tube with a wire in the end of each semi-soft block. He set the blocks in the sand spaced so that the cardboard box could be set on top. "Dad, put the box of models on top of the C4 please." I did as I was asked and he placed the `Keep?' box on top of the models. He connected the three wires to a little black box, pulled out its antenna, and placed it in the sand standing up.
"Ok, let's go dad." We got in the Suburban and drove following our own tire tracks about a mile. "This is far enough." We got out and faced where we had left his past. He pulled a remote control and flipped a switch lighting a red button. He held it out to me, "Care to do the honors? You took me away from all that, finish it for me."
"Son, that's your past in that pile, you should do it."
"Help me?" he asked, as he held out the remote again.
"Together son."
"On 1 Dad. Three . . . Two . . . One", and together we pushed the red button. There was an instantaneous fireball a mile away in the desert. The shockwave reached us under a second. The sound arrived 4 seconds later as the fireball continued to expand. It was fuckin' huge. We're talking office building big, three or four stories. Mark never touched those models in the ten years they were in the box. The only thing ever removed was his teddy bear Boo-Boo, when Brian needed support when he first came to us. Since then, several kids sought refuge hugging that worn-out bear.
We were driving back to Sun Ranch and I said, "That was fun. Where did you get that stuff?"
"You have to ask? From Roy, of course. It was fun wasn't it?" was all he said.
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In 1995 an ice storm, descended on the greater Waco area causing a 124-vehicle pile-up in South Waco. Two of those belonged to a church group out of San Antonino caravanning to a retreat in Oklahoma City. The 40 kids were in a school bus with two advisors with four more advisors following along behind in a van pulling a U-Haul trailer with the group's luggage.
Because of the wreck, we were pressed into service to house those 40 children, ages 8 to 14, some with injuries, till they could be repatriated with their parents from down south. The associated adults didn't fare as well and sustained substantial to severe injuries with one death. Some of them ended up with us as well.
That whole ordeal is detailed in my story The Bus Accident. It turned out to be one of our finer moments. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-bus-accident.html/
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In 2003, hikers found skeletal remains in a nearly inaccessible canyon in the Chihuahua Desert of west Texas. Forensic pathologists determined they belonged to a male 25 to 30 years old. He was found in a standing position with a 1" round wooden garden stake traversing his torso vertically.
It appeared to have entered his body through the pelvic girdle near the coccyx (i.e. the rectum). The pole was tapered on the upper end and had a blunt top. If inserted slowly, it would have passed through the body moving vital organs out of the way. It traversed upward inside the ribcage passing between the 1st and 2nd ribs and exited his left shoulder just in front of the clavicle. In classical times (200 years B.C.), this manner of death was called anal impalement. If done correctly, the victim would have lived up to a few days, giving him ample time to lament his transgressions that caused this gruesome manner of death.
The pole had been mounted in a crevasse in the rocks, held in place with concrete, keeping it and the impaled victim upright, the victim's legs had been tightly strapped to the pole keeping the victim in a standing position till he was found. Homicide detectives also noted that 100 pushpins were found, most were found under the victim, but some were stuck in the outer surfaces of the iliac bones. Detectives believe the bones have been there for at least 20 years. There was no clothing or other forms of ID. Detectives stated that even if they could extract DNA, they were not anticipating being able to identify the body.
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For Christmas one year, Mark bought DNA test kits. These kits certified that I was in fact, Mark's father with a certainty of 99.988977%.
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It been twenty-five years since It's a Boys' Life foundation officially opened its Foster Home and our son Brian cut the ribbon to cross into his home while he was still the first foster boy, only to become our son through adoption minutes later. Today, Ryan gets to do it as our newest boy. He's only seven and has been practicing cutting ribbons all morning. With any luck, the attention he receives today will result in him meeting his forever parents.
Inside, Brian will then lead the media tour. It's hard to believe that we're six years into the new millennium.
My cell phone has been blowing up (Those are my kids words, not mine) with texts and calls since the invitations went out two weeks ago. Most of our graduates have promised to be here. Mark is 38 now, Brian is 37. Keith, our first graduate is 40 already, his brother 36.
Shit, that makes me almost 60.
Trang Nguyen, who joined us at 3-years-11-months-old, is our record holder for the most time as a youth resident, even though he was never a foster son. He's 27 now and owns the top barbecue restaurant in Waco, after attending culinary school at St. Phillip's College in San Antonio. He chose that particular school because he could meet us at Sun Ranch for Boys' weekends. He would do the cooking classes when he could get away from his studies for the weekend. I would have paid his way to the finest French cooking school if he had asked.
Not including the temporary placements, the average time in our home as a foster child is about 5½ years. Our youngest foster child was Charlie at 7 when he arrived, he spent over 10½ years in the system all of it with us. Our oldest came to us at 17 and aged out at 18. He still qualified for It's A Boys' Life scholarships and graduated from UT.
Chuck holds the record for the most times assigned to us. From age 10 to 18, Chuck came to stay 11 separate times. He would spend from a couple of days to almost a year once. We granted him a scholarship as well. We told him he had accrued enough frequent flyer miles.
In all, It's a Boys' Life has put fifty-three boys and girls through the community college or equivalent, Forty-four through all four years of college at eighteen different universities. Nine boys opted for specialty schools, like Trang who went to culinary school, instead of MCC.
They already gave me this plaque once last week in Austin. Outstanding Service to Youth award from the state of Texas, I'm sure there's someone more deserving than I. Keona should at least have one too. He's been here every step of the way, and Malea too, she been a mother to every boy who ever spent a night in this place. She's had more tears spilled on her shoulder, than any of us.
The invitations said there would be media and VIPs in attendance and after they departed, the pool would be open the rest of the day with clothing optional swimming. I do realize some spouses may wish to invoke the clothing optional escape clause. I'll bet their children don't, at least not for long. The current residents aren't happy about having to wear clothing this morning, and I've heard rumors, there may be a revolt and a naked flash mob may make an appearance. I only hope it's after the media leaves.
The Scout Troop's Honor Guard is here to perform the flag raising in the opening ceremony and are staying to swim when the ceremony is over and the press and VIPs leave. They all swim here on a regular basis already. Most Scouts from the troop completed their Swimming requirements in our pool to earn their rank advancements for Tenderfoot, Second Class, and First Class. Merit badge counselors in our area use our pool to help them complete Swimming and Lifesaving merit badges.
Cars just keep showing up, as we get closer to the start time. The street is full, and we're parking them back behind the pool. There are at least 200 people here!
Keona and I flew to Massachusetts in May of 2004 and were legally married. It was purely ceremonial as far as we were concerned; a friend `married' us in 1990, and Keona legally changed his name to Keona Okalani Jeffries matching Brian's use of Okalani as a middle name.
We both claim to be married to Malea. She's retired now. 74 years young and now only cooks birthday meals and holidays, she lives in a small house we built for her behind my office on the other side of the pool. She can stay as long as she likes.
Bear-3 is lying at my feet. Our first dog, Bear came with the Velasco kids, he lived another 8 years before crossing over the bridge. We got another Burmese puppy after Bear died. I couldn't fathom not having a dog around after having Bear. He was good for the kids too. We named him officially Bear-2, but just called him Bear.
We now have Bear-3, another Burmese. Yes, we call him Bear as well.
The head chef position was inherited by Mai as Malea began her transition into retirement. Malea is now on our board and continues as the Chief Operations Officer, but no longer has any daily duties. She does whatever she decides she wants to do. She volunteers frequently at the women's outreach where she found Mai 24 years ago. Mai now has an assistant to help her take care of the house, she's also from the same shelter, and she and her toddler son live in Okeke's old bedroom, sharing Mai's suite.
The foundation is secure, we have 35 million in cash in our endowment, and we're setting on 90 acres of prime residential real estate. Phillip is trying to get me to open some more homes. He'd like one in North Waco and another in the Southeast maybe in the Robinson area.
We'd need more employees as caretakers, this one wouldn't be just for boys, it would be for both genders, and not just for nudists. Phillip calls them `traditional group homes.'
I'll have to bring this up at the next board meeting.
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The party had been in full swing for a few hours now. The dignitaries and press that made their appearance at the ceremony have long since gone. All that remain now are the Boy Scouts and my boys. By that, I mean boys who were at some point or another assigned here. They're here along with their wives, lovers, or partners and their children.
The pool is full of Boy Scouts, parents, and children, some clothed, most not. I told Keona I was a little tired and was going to take a quick nap before the barbecue.
I don't even remember lying down. I entered a dream immediately. In my dream, I was walking down a corridor of some sort or maybe calling it a tunnel would be a better description. The walls, ceiling, and floor were covered in swirling vapors like those that you find in haunted houses made from dry ice. I could also feel that the floor was very soft, kinda like walking on a pillow. The walls glowed with an iridescence that provided enough light to see where you are going.
Down the tunnel was a bright light. In that light, I could see another figure of someone who was also walking. I couldn't tell if they were walking toward me or in the same direction. I continued on, following an instruction I somehow knew I had been given.
Wait, it's coming back to me now. When I entered the bedroom, instead of finding our bed, I was confronted by a brilliant flash of white light. When it faded, I found myself standing in front of a golden lectern, sitting behind it on a golden stool, was this old naked guy, behind him was a gold gate. It looked exactly like our driveway gate at the home, but made from pure gold. He was the one who waved me through the gate and told me to walk to the light at the end. He told me Bear was waiting to go for a walk.
The shadowy figure ahead of me is getting larger, so whoever it is, were walking towards each other.
We got closer and closer till we passed. I raised a hand, waved to him, and said hi as we passed and I walked on. He was a nice looking old man, kindly looking face, his dick was almost identical to mine.
"Allen?" he called out to me from about 30 feet past, "Allen Jeffries?"
I stopped. "Yes sir, that's me. I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"No, actually you don't know me, but you do know of me. I wish you did know me better, but I know you. You may not realize it, but you work for me. What the hell are you doing here?"
"Um, I'm not sure. The guy at the gate told me to follow this path till I got to the light, where Bear was waiting to go for a walk. I'm not even sure where `here' is. I must admit, I'm a little confused."
"So you have those two new foster homes done already?"
"How do you know about those? I haven't even had a chance to bring it up at our board meeting. Phillip and I just started talking about them the other day."
"Oh SHIT! You're not supposed to be here yet. You have to open those homes for me. Kids need you. You done a good job with the boys, now I need you to take care of girls, and the other one for siblings of mixed sexes, like your Velasco kids. I can sense you're worried about leaders. Don't let that bother you, you already have them, you just need to ask them.
"Someone's gonna pay some penance in Hell for this screw-up. Come with me." he demanded and grabbed my wrist. The moment his hand touched my arm, I felt a wave of absolute peace pass over me, I no longer cared where I was, and in less than a blink of an eye, we were standing next to the guy back outside the gate.
"Peter, what the Hell is he doing here?"
"I don't know, I didn't go get him, I just sent him on through."
"He's not done; he has work to do. Put him back!"
"It's not that simple sir; there are all sorts of things that can go wrong putting someone back. The whole town already knows he's dead and the funeral has been planned. What if his body has already been cremated?"
In a booming voice that actually shook our surroundings, the man shouted, "I don't care how hard it is, fix this Peter, or I'll find someone else to do your job and let them put things right." He lowered his voice and continued to berate the poor fellow. "Do you know what kind of a shit-storm you would have cause if I hadn't stopped him from getting to the other side?
"I'm sorry! I didn't know he wasn't supposed to be here."
"Well fix this immediately and don't forget to wipe his memory of this! And don't you ever admit one of my elite caretakers without a confirmation order directly from me! What were you thinking!" his tirade continued.
The man composed himself and came over to me as the gentile older man again. "I'm so sorry about all this, Allen. There has been a terrible mistake. Peter here is going to fix everything. You have a nice day, and thank you for the great job you're doing."
"Hey, Saint Peter, before you send him back, take care of this," he said as he brushed his fingers through my grey hair. His touch caused a chill to run up and down my spine. "Do the rejuvenation thing you do, he's gonna need a few extra years on earth to do my will. Oh, and fix his damn hip too."
"Yes sir!" Peter replied as the man walked off and disappeared into the swirling mist.
"Who was that?" I demanded.
Peter looked in his book. "I don't know what to call him so that you'll understand; you don't have a religion listed. Most of us just call him Father. How about Yahweh? El Shaddai? The Consuming Fire? El Elyon? The Alpha and Omega? Adonai? El Olam?" I shook my head not understanding. "How about Master? Jehovah? The Holy Spirit? The Creator? Lord God Almighty? Oh wait, you may know him as Wakea or The Ancient One. Well, that was Wakea."
Peter appeared to be very flustered now, as someone was reaching out to him. "Excuse me, I have to answer this," he explained to me.
"Yes, back in time! I know it's hard. . . . You want to tell Father that? . . . I can do it, you just need to send me the precise coordinates including the altitude and the exact moment in time, and don't make it a moving target, make sure he's stationary." I heard him say to someone. Yet I didn't see any form of a communication device.
"So you're gonna send me back in time? You can do that?"
"Yeah, I can do just about anything; I fixed your son for you a few years back."
"What do you mean, you fixed him?" I asked.
"I fixed his biological makeup to match yours."
"You were the one that did that for me?"
"Well Wakea ordered it. I orchestrated the actual transformation, took all your semen to do it."
Well, thank-you for that, I owe you.
"Oh you're welcome. You almost messed up his plans a few years back when you almost moved to Hawaii. He needed you in Waco, so he had me fix that too."
"How did you fix that?"
"Well, to put it in terms you'd understand, I whispered in Keona's ear one night while he was sleeping."
"What did you tell him?"
"Oh, it was just a simple suggestion, that nothing mattered more than who he was with."
"He told me about that dream."
"Yeah, I really messed with his head on that one, he had already been miserable for a few days before that, then he moved to Waco. Problem solved.
"Wakea even intervened personally once."
"When was that?" I asked.
"Remember the photograph?"
"The one of Frank and Keri Wilson, how could I forget?"
"Well Wakea wanted you to capture that one and you messed up the settings. He froze time for everyone on that mountain for two and a half minutes while your shutter was open. The picture came out perfectly, just like he wanted. You brought him some great publicity with that picture.
"So I'm not sending you very far back in time, just to where they haven't announced your death yet. Don't worry now; you're not going to feel a thing." He waved his hand over me and down in front of my face. A blackness enveloped me and I felt Peter catch me as I collapsed into his arms.
"Ok, let's go," someone said. I heard doors opening, then whatever I was on was moved. I was rolling along now. I was on a horizontal surface that had wheels I could feel it as they turned corners. I could hear them talking about me.
"No blood pressure, no pulse, no respirations!"
"Curtain 3!" someone shouted.
I opened my eyes. It was light, my nose and mouth was covered by a breathing mask. Air was being forced in every time the bag attached to it was squeezed. I didn't need that, but rather than fight it, I matched my inhalations to synchronize with each squeeze. I was covered by a sheet that came up to my mid-chest. We stopped and I was lifted to a different surface.
"Mr. Jeffries! Mr. Jeffries, can you hear me?" a guy with a stethoscope asked, his knuckles rubbing hard against my sternum.
"Owe! What did you do that for, I can hear you!"
"He's alive!" the man called out, sounding shocked. A nurse applied those little sticky pads to my chest for an EKG.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You're in Providence Hospital, in Waco. Your heart stopped over a half hour ago. How do you feel?"
"I feel fine. Better than I felt this morning in fact!"
"Well we need to figure out why your heart stopped this afternoon, so we're going to run some tests."
"Is Keona here?"
"A guy in a Hawaiian print shirt?"
"Yeah, that's him."
Keo was allowed in the room and came to my side. "We thought we lost you." There were tears in his eyes.
Mark and Brian followed on his heels. "Dad, are you ok?"
"I'm fine. What's the big deal?"
"My Love, you went to take a nap, and I found you on the floor. The paramedics said you were dead."
"Well as Mark Twain so aptly put it, `The report of my death was an exaggeration.' Obviously, I'm not dead."
He leaned over me and kissed me. He pulled up and stared into my eyes, then started to giggle. "I just noticed; you dyed you hair for today's ceremony."
No I didn't, I'm not that vain, my grey looks rather distinguished, don't you think? I said as I brushed my fingers through my grey hairs. When my fingers touched my hair, I was flooded with memories not exactly of where I had been, but everything I had seen, done, said, and who I talked with. I remembered Wakea brushing his fingers through my hair as I had just done.
"Well, you don't have your grey hair anymore," Keona said.
"Yeah, you're right. Wakea fixed it. Well, HE didn't fix it, he ordered Peter to fix it."
"What - - are - - you - - talking - - about?"
"Not now, I'll tell you when we get you home. The doctors will think I'm crazy." Obviously, Peter forgot to wipe my memory, or botched the job. I remembered every detail of my afternoon adventure to . . . Well, I still don't know where I went, but I can see it in extreme detail, but there isn't that much to see, just a lot of swirling fog.
As soon as I was taken to a room, I threw back the sheet revealing my naked body and bounded out of bed. "Humm," I said, "my hip feels good today, no pain at all." I went to the nearest bathroom and stood before the mirror above the sink. The face I saw in the mirror was the face I remember from a few years ago. Sure enough, my grey hair was gone, the wrinkles across my forehead were not nearly as pronounced, and my eyelids weren't drooping any more. I felt good! I felt good all over! "Get me out of here Keona; I'm ready to go home."
The nurse found me in the bathroom and made me put one of those hospital gowns on. They wouldn't let me leave till they finished all their tests. Every test came back negative, or within normal parameters, even my cholesterol and triglycerides, which have been high for the past several years, were now normal. They couldn't even prove my heart had stopped. They finally let me dress in clothes Mark had brought. We returned to the party still in progress, but I missed the entire barbecue.
Malea had been keeping everyone abreast of developments at the hospital. When I walked back in the house, I received a standing ovation. I shed my clothes and headed for the pool. I felt so invigorated I just wanted to play.
On the way to the pool, I stopped and told Frank, "We're gonna open two more homes, one exclusively for girls and one for siblings. Call a board meeting for Monday. This needs to get started NOW! I got a good feeling about this."
I proceeded on to the pool, jumped in, and joined the kids in their water volleyball game.
My trip to the emergency room was soon forgotten as just one of those glitches life sometimes throws at you. But that night, after everyone had gone home or to their hotels for the night, and after we got the last of the boys in bed, Keona, Malea, Mai, Mark, Brian, and I sat on the patio together, I relayed my experience from the flash of light to meeting Wakea to Peter putting me to sleep. I was glad that that Peter was so flustered that he forgot to wipe my memory.
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The End of
It's
A Boys' Life Home
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An adult/boy coming of age love story with a lot of (accurate) sexual education included.
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The bond between Aaron and Donny grows as his mom works long hours and Donny spends more and more time with Aaron, even going camping with him, to a naturist resort. With new friends and adults, Donny comes out of his shell. When Donny's mother suddenly has to leave the country, she asks Aaron, to take him, permanently. Aaron receives an insurance check after Donny's mother's death was faked and fortunes begin to change, all of it for the better. The story is about everyday life and the successes of the family along with the advantages of having a sexual teenage boy and his sister living together in a nudist lifestyle.
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As a reward for saving the life of the owner's granddaughter, Noah is given a life membership in the camp and a travel trailer in which to stay. For his Eagle Scout service project, Noah refurbishes a nature trail in the nudist camp, using Scouts who are allowed to be nudists while not working on the trail.
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Mark's mother never seems to be able to pick him up on time. Forced to spend the night with his Scoutmaster Allen, Mark reveals sexual abuse and a very sexually active history. Allen allows himself to be drawn into Mark's world of nudity and sex play. Finally, during a campout mom moves away leaving Allen, guardianship papers. Mark and his best friend Frankie begin normal 13-year-old experimentation. Mark has sex with Allen, two months later Allen has sex with Mark, and through a mystical transformation becomes Allen's biological son.
The best friends' families experience nudity together and discover naturism, spending a week at a nudist resort.
Another boy is abused and an urgent call is placed to Allen. He becomes a foster Dad.
Construction at home drives them to flee the noise for a cruise in Hawaii, where their driver agrees to take them to nude beaches. A flame in kindled.
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Allen's limo driver in Hawaii becomes their tour guide, going with them on their cruise and convincing them to spend a extra week on Oahu. The flames between them becomes a roaring fire. Allen and the boys depart for home to see if their feeling were real or just a fling. The pain is real and Keona gives up Hawaii for a life with Allen and his boys.
Allen's contact at DCFS convinces him to design and build a home for hard-to-place-boys. Allen takes on two boys whose elderly foster parents suddenly pass, and in that process is gifted a house inside the nudist resort. They hire a cook, someone they met in Hawaii, a female Chef with a granddaughter and their home is stretched to the limit.
#7) It's A Boys' Life Home (mostly Gay, Adult-youth, Young-friends, and Adult Relationships, but boys will be boys and they experiment with girls too. 115,000 words, 13 chapters, 1 file.)
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Allen and his foundation are thoroughly entrenched in a naturist lifestyle and his old Scout Troop is making the same transition. They all swim nude at Allen's house and now are trying nude camping, their goal to hold their summer camp at the nudist resort.
Part of the endowment the foundation received is a large house near Keona's parents in Hawaii. The Home visits Hawaii over Christmas vacation and continues their nudist ways.
With their new group home officially open, they can take on more boys, and over the next year, CPS fills the home. But Allen needs to learn to deal with death, and then takes in three siblings with a dog.
It takes over a year, but the home is filled and routines are established. Group vacations are taken, years pass, milestones are achieved, and It's A Boys' Life Home celebrates its 25th anniversary, but a potential disaster strikes at the party.
#8) The Bus Accident (mostly Gay young-friends, some adult-youth,) 30,000 words, 2 chapters, 1 files. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-bus-accident.html
The It's A Boys' Life group foster Home is pressed into service when freezing rain causes a chain reaction accident and a group of 40 children from a church suddenly need a place to stay. Of their 6 advisors, 5 are injured and one is killed.
These two chapters tell the events of the incident from two points of view.
The first chapter is told by 49-year-old Allen the foundation's CEO who writes the official story for the home's history book from his perspective and level of participation.
The second chapter was written by Tyler a 14-year-old boy
whose parents were two of the injured advisors. Tyler's level of participation
is considerably different, and he shares details of his stay in the home for
boys.
in order of appearance
Chapter 1 9 Months to Birth a Home
Chris Hoffman: 12, soccer team friend of Brian
Linda Hoffman: 35, single mom of Chris
Miguel Garcia: mid 50s, Furniture builder in Santa Fe, NM
Chapter 2 A new Boy, Briefly
Zac (and Carl): 8, Zac surrendered to CPS after his mother died and her boyfriend Carl didn't want him, assigned to It's A Boys' Life
Chapter 3 Happy New Year 1981
Rose and Stan: Adoptive parents of Zac
Dale: Natural son of Rose and Stan
Gary Carson Sr.: Troop Camping Chairman, father to Gary, Patrol leader of the Longhorn patrol
Chapter 4 It's A Boys' Life Opening
Brian Okalani Jeffries: now 12, was just Brian previously, changed his name during adoption ceremony.
Chapter 5 Summer Camp at Sun Ranch
Mateo Macias: 8Ύ, aka Matty, first foster child assigned to the new home
Chapter 6 Dealing with death
Willie Clemson, Jr.: 10½, new troop member, parents missing when he gets home from summer camp
Chapter 7 Final Furniture Delivery
Ramon Sanchez: 35, single dad of Antonio, and Carlos
Chapter 8 Bear the Bernese Mountain Dog
Shaun Velasco: 11, oldest of the Velasco family, protector of younger brother and sister, a year behind in school
Holly Velasco: 10, middle child of the family, a year behind in school
Jamal Velasco: 8, the youngest, a year behind in school
Chapter 9 Boys' Life Bus Line
Mai Nguyen: 18 or 16, Vietnamese refugee, Trang's mother
Trang Nguyen: 3, aka Tra, Mai's son, almost 4
Chapter 11 Filling the Home
Charlie: 7, raped by his father who was sentenced to 5 years
Payton: 8, found naked playing in a park with the other children, abandoned by unknown mother.
Kevin: 12, brother of Curtis, victim of drunk driver who killed their parents in Las Vegas
Curtis: 11, brother of Kevin, victim of drunk driver who killed their parents in Las Vegas
Chapter 13 It's A Boys' Life 25th Anniversary
Peter: age unknown, keeper of the gate, has unusual powers
Wakea: extremely old, potentially in the thousands of years, aka Jehovah, The Holy Spirit, The Creator, Lord God Almighty, The Ancient One, and as many other names as there are religions and languages