Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2019 16:43:52 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: ETERNAL LOVE PART 2

			ETERNAL LOVE
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PART 2
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				Chapter 7
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Ben took his new brother's cock into his mouth, he near gagged but he did
not mind, he wanted all of him into himself. How could he hate his brother?
That was impossible, he loved John with all his being, and he would wish to
melt with him in a single body, a single soul. He thought. He had always
tried but never swallowed any semen when had sucked others. He hated that;
instinctively he had developed a good technique to take out from his mouth
a cock when he felt the person was going to spurt. However, in this
instance, he was eagerly expecting the first sign from his loved
brother. He increased his sucking enjoying his marvellous fluids and then
shared with him. That was so great! So wonderful! Thinking on this, he
noticed the hardness of his penis and how John increased his breathing and
arched his hips; he moaned in pleasure, abandoned his body and fell on the
blanket as his hard cock started spurting his seeds on the woollen
blanket. When Ben felt his brother's cock was getting flaccid, he scooted
back and they caressed tenderly, sharing the most precious reward, their
brotherhood. John looked at his beautiful brother and hugged him very
tightly.

	"I adore you, Benny; I don't think I would love anyone as I do to
you. Now it is my turn."  Ben lay on his back as John started licking his
earlobes, then his armpits. He knew how much Benny liked those tender
caresses. He left his arms because Ben started giggling and gasping
erratically and he did not want to wake Patrick up. He sucked the little
near pink nipples, Ben squirmed in pleasure, but John best part was to take
his whole package into his mouth. It was difficult for him because Ben's
cock had grown a lot lately and soon he would not be able to do it, but
this time he made a great effort and got his goal. Like Ben, he would want
to eat his brother-friend without producing him the minimum pain, until
they were a single being. He thought on the previous night events, how
could have hurt this extraordinary boy? Ben's moans brought him to reality
as he felt his hands on his head.

The little boy made a muffled pitched scream as he reached that lovely
sensation and a spasm went thru his young body. Ben was breathing heavily,
as he recovered from his dry orgasm.  John tenderly rubbed his beautiful
brother's back and lay near him. Ben cuddled into his arms; his head on
John's left shoulder. Both knew that those moments were the best part of
their lovemaking. The confidences and the tenderness that followed their
sexual releases were what they most liked. They could not reach that state
without previously releasing their sexual tensions. They were quiet and in
silence, John caressing Ben's smooth cheeks and Ben playing with his
brother's curly hair, their legs were crossed, so their flaccid dicks were
forming a whole wet pack. After a few minutes of quietness, Ben suggested.

	"John, I would like to be like this for the rest of my life, to
meltdown with you so that you were inside of me and me inside of you, and
to die, if necessary." The young boy sighed as John pushed him even tighter
as Ben caressed several times his silky hair. "I love you, John."  Without
moving, John took the boy's hand that was caressing his hair, kissed his
palm and pushed it against his cheeks. Ben noticed the warm wetness of
John's tears. He moved slowly and rubbed gently John's lips. "Please, John,
it is enough. Dad told us it is enough." John moved a little and gave a
peck to Ben. Then, tenderly and looking into his eyes, illuminated by the
fire flames and the white moon, he said in a low voice, as a pray:

	"Benny, my heart is bleeding only thinking what could have happened
if your soul were not so great and generous. I could have lost you!"

	"But nothing of that happened, John." They paused in silence and
Ben added: "When I returned to the cabin I watched dad taking care of his
leg's wound, it is only millimetres from his femoral vein; I told him very
much the same words as you have just said, and he said the same answer; he
took my hand and kissed it, then added: "the sin is gone, please forget
it." Ben raised a little and placed his ear on John's chest where his heart
is, repeating the same sentence. John sighed. After a few minutes, Ben
stood and tossed more wood into the flames; he returned and cuddled again
within John's arms.

	"Nevertheless, I am asking myself why I behave like that. You told
me that you understood me, but that I did not understand you. Why then
didn't you stop me, even striking me?"

	"First, because I hate violence; second, because you have the right
to say what you wanted; and third, because I worshipped you. Yes, I
understood you, it was an explosion of jealousies and that meant love. A
desperate scream requesting my affection for you, because you thought I
loved Patrick more than I did to you, that I might leave you alone. Your
temper blinded you; you should have known what I have repeated you many
times: I am devoted to you with all my will." John deeply sighed.

	"Yes, you are right... your tenderness to him, how he looked at
you. Yes, Benny, I now understand and I feel even more miserable and very
ashamed. I only watched what he did to you but I did not dare to see and
recognize what he had done to me; besides mad, I have been selfish and very
unfair to a good man and you..." John's eyes were wet again and Ben noticed
how the flames were reflecting like candles on his large black "wells", as
Ben liked to call his eyes. He looked at him and placed his lips on them
tenderly.

	"John, I think my vase is fully restored, and now it is shining
like the sun with double strength. I am mad about you." John hugged Ben
gently, they sighed as the younger boy added: "We better join dad in the
tent; besides it is warmer inside than here, I don't want anyone to take
him away from us, he is too valuable." John smiled. They took the blankets;
John lay on the back of the man and Ben on the other side, being careful
with his wounded left leg. Slowly he raised Patrick's arm and placed over
him. John extended the blanket as an extra cover and they drifted to
sleep. It had been worthwhile losing some sleep, Ben thought. In spite of
the boy's care, Patrick woke up and watched his lovely future sons cuddled
and tacked him against his chest. He turned a little on his back and placed
a kiss of good nights on each boy's head; the fire had increased its heat
as the big log got on flames, too. John then said:

	"Sorry dad, we have woken you up, but it is great to be like this
here; I would like to remain like this for the rest of my life."

	"We may repeat it in the future if we can. Isn't it dad?" Ben
asked.

	"If our plans go ahead, I promise you next summer holidays will be
here or in a similar place. But it is too soon, maybe you like
differently."

	"Differently? While dad?" Ben asked.

	"I don't know. Didn't I tell you that I used to have a boat, a
twelve metres length one?  Perhaps you better like the sea."

	"Did you?" John enthusiastically asked. I have never put my foot on
a boat, probably I would get sick. Besides you have said you used to have
it."

	"I don't know; probably she is still mine if the port's authorities
have not auctioned her like the rest of my properties were." They kept
silence because Ben knew the conversation was going again to his past life
and he wanted his new father not to be hurt.

	"Let's sleep, dad. I'm tired," Ben argued. The silence and the
peaceful moment soon got Ben hard asleep, but John had his beautiful eyes
open and looking at the stars thru the open front of the tent; he knew
Patrick was looking at him waiting he drifted to sleep; suddenly he said:

	"Patrick, sorry I can't call you dad very often as Ben does, but,
but, I never called anyone like this."

	"I have told you don't need to do so, if you don't want it, John;
only when we are with strangers, you know why." They kept silence
again. The man knew the boy was fighting in his heart, something was
telling him to accept the man without any reservation, but he had had many
bad experiences with adults men to cease in his concerns.

	"Patrick, I want you to forgive me for what I did to you." Patrick
turned a little to his right side taking care not to wake Ben up; his face
was now near the boy's forehead, and then softly said:

	"I have told you that there is nothing to forgive about, you have
done nothing to me.  Please, John, try to forget that." A new silence, this
time even longer; Patrick even thought that the boy was asleep, but he
opened his large eyes again and looking at the stars he alleged:

	"Patrick, I want you to be my real father..." The man knew the
great efforts that the boy was doing fighting against his prejudices.

	"I am your real father, Jack. You were abducted from your cot when
you were a baby, and now I have found you." Both knew that was a fiction,
but many great loves had started with fiction. The man pulled the boy to
his chest and hugged him gently. "I love you, my little Jack."  He heard a
deep sigh; the boy moved his head and hugged the man back.

	"I like you, dad. Goodnights." The boy turned on his belly, placed
his right arm on the man's waist and drifted to sleep; he did not want his
father to see his tears running on his cheeks. Patrick caressed his black
curly hair tenderly and turned to sleep as he said in a murmur:

	"Goodnight, my son; have pleasant dreams." He covered them with the
blanket and he too got asleep.

The dawn came and Patrick woke up, they had a long-distance to run, so he
woke up the boys and soon they stood. The log was still on fire, so they
threw some wet sand on the flames and they died down. They arranged
everything, ate the chocolate and bread, and cheerfully they went to the
car. Then John said:

	"Dad, let me try to drive. You take care of the breaks while I get
used to the driving wheel." Ben looked a little bit disappointed because he
wanted to continue driving between his father's legs, but he knew that
would compensate his new brother feelings.

	"Alright, John; adjust the seat to your high so you are
comfortable." He gave him some instructions and the automatic gear started
to work slowly, the car moved ahead thru the winding-up road. After the
first hour, the boy, like many boys, learnt quickly as he was acquiring
confidence on himself, soon he drove the new brand Rover thru those lonely
forests; first climbing, then flat and finally the road started running
down. They saw deers grazing and a great black bear with two small little
cubs following their mom. After six hours of driving they reached the
outskirts of the forests and a wider crossroad, on the left they could see
a large town and on the right, the road continued to a motorway. The boy
stopped on the halt signal.  "Turn on the left, John; you have done it
beautifully." The boy smiled satisfied as his efforts had been recognized
by his future father. At the entrance of the town, they found a motel, and
near it, a restaurant. Not too far a medium size mall. It was about eleven
in the morning, they had driven during more than two hundred
kilometres. "Please, stop on the motel's parking." The boy did it
expertly. They descended from the tall car and Patrick pulled both boys to
him. They entered the motel and Patrick hired a cabin with two beds, one
large and one single; it was the only cabin available. They took the key
and had a look into it.

	"Dad, look at this bathroom! John said surprised. "It looks more
like another room,"

	"And what's about the tub?" Ben interjected. "Four boys could bathe
together." The boys looked into each other eyes and grinned. Patrick
grinned too.

	"Let's go for a good breakfast, we deserve it."

	"I am starving, dad. What shall we do later?"

	"First, I need a good bath and change into clean clothes, and
second, you will have a bath too, then we'll go to that mall and buy some
clothes for both of you, those that you are wearing need at least to be
cleaned in the laundry."

	"We are expert on that, dad," Ben said. "That was our task in the
orphanage." They entered in the bar-restaurant; behind the counter was a
woman in her mid-thirties, still in good shape.

	"Excuse me, lady; may we have some breakfast?" The woman looked a
little bit surprised as she was not used to hearing that polite way of
asking from the customers."

	"Yes sir, please sit down, in one minute I'll take your order." A
girl of about eleven or twelve was acting as a cashier; Patrick guessed
that was a family business. They sat in an empty cubicle and immediately
the lady approached with the check book in hand: "What would you like to
have?" That was another polite form she never used with the bar's normal
customers:

	"Ben, please." Patrick motioned to the younger boy.

	"Puffed wheat, fried eggs with bacon and sausages, and a large
glass of milk with cacao, for me. Please" John understood it was his turn
and said:

	"For me: corn flakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages and
coffee. Please." Then Patrick said:

	"For me, the same as my elder son, except that I change the cereals
by an orange fruit juice."

	"Thank you." The lady approached the counter and gave the order to
the kitchen. The girl sitting in front of the cash commented with the lady:

	"Mom, what a pair of handsome boys they are. Aren't they?" Her mom
grinned.

	"Strange people, they are pretty and educated boys. They are
dressed liked beggars and behave like high rich ones."

	"Perhaps they are." The girl answered.

	"I don't know, but I would like you to behave as they do." The girl
turned her head to the cubicle, John stood at that moment and they made eye
contact, the girl blushed. The two boys stood and went for a pee and to
wash their hands. Ben commented.

	"That girl is wetting her panties for you." John chuckled and
jabbed his new brother.

	"She's looking at you rather than on me." The boys laughed. In
silence they had breakfast, John ate slower than Ben, following his brother
and father's steps. He was a quick and clever boy and was absorbing that
part of the education that he never had the opportunity to learn. They
finished, Patrick paid the bill and the three thanked the lady for her
assistance.  The girl sighed and Ben stared at her. They returned to the
motel room, Patrick took a few clothes from the car for himself and the
three entered and locked the room.

	"If you don't mind boys, I'll be the first to bathe. I have checked
the first-aid kit and it contains what I need for my little wounds." John
immediately said:

	"Please Benny, fill the tub with hot water while I help dad to
undress." He, now looking to his new father added: "Ben and I will rub and
wash you if you don't mind." The man grinned.

	"No, John; I don't mind at all. I'll be very happy that my sons
help me. I would have some difficulties if I do it myself." Ben went into
the large bathroom and soon they heard the water filling the large
tub. Patrick started to undress with John's help. When he was on his
underwear they entered the bathroom. "Please John, give me the shaver." He
shaved and then took off his underwear in the presence of the boys as if he
had done it many times. "You better get undressed, boys, otherwise you
might wet your clothes and we have not extra ones." In seconds the boys
were naked as their father was. John gazed at his beautiful brother and his
dick started to get hard recalling the many times they had been nude
together. Patrick watched this and smiled to himself. He dropped in the
large tub half-filled with warm water.

	"Is it too hot, dad?" Ben asked.

	"No, it is fine; I like it. Thanks."

	"You better sit down. Ben, while I wash his head you do his legs,
knees down." John said,

	"Alright, big brother." The boys started their task washing
carefully the man. "Dad, please stand." Patrick did as instructed. "I'll do
the front and you do the back, John." The elder boy nodded, he wanted to
touch his father's package but he could do from behind. Patrick felt the
lovely sensations of soap, bubbles and smooth hands of the boys rubbing his
body. Without caring, Ben took the man dick in his left hand and with the
right one he dragged back the foreskin to clean the purple big head. This
action plus the soaping on his butt crack, done by John, made it start
growing and getting semi erected. "It is huge, dad!" John had finished and
went around to the front of his father.

	"It is a normal one," John said.

	"John is right, Ben; when you grow enough, probably yours will be
bigger than mine."

	"Are you sure? It is so tiny now..." John and Patrick laughed. John
was more experienced.

	"Don't worry Benny, mine is also growing a lot lately and yours
also did, but you didn't notice it." Ben smiled at his brother.

	"I know. John, let's dry him." They took one towel each and in a
couple of minutes, he was dried. He sat on the bed and started to put off
the bandage covering his arm to cure his wounds.

	"Boys, please, get your bath; we'll go to the mall to buy you some
clothes." Both went in leaving the door ajar; their father knew what they
made together, and the boys were very happy he was aware of it. John looked
into his new brother eyes and as he glanced at him, Ben went into his arms;
their lips met and started a very long and passionate moment. Their dicks
were hard and rubbing against each other belly. Ben tenderly dragged John
to the empty tub and pulled him down to the bottom; he turned around and
went on a 69 position. He eagerly took his brother's dick into his mouth as
he felt his dick and balls in John's mouth. "Yes," he thought, "It is
bigger than ever before, I can't take his balls." He thought. John loved
that great little boy, his brother: "Now we'll be together. I won't risk
losing him." He thought as he sucked that thin long penis. He put all his
large experience in doing it, his hands wrapped that lovely butt and
kneaded its cheeks, both were moaning in pleasure. They did not realise
that Patrick was hearing them. All of a sudden as if their bodies were one,
John felt how Ben pushed down his throbbing cock; it reached his throat in
the paroxysm of his dry orgasm. Ben sucked as much as he could, and when he
felt his brother's breath stopped as he climaxed, a muffled moan came from
the elder boy's throat as a jet of clear semen went into his throat, a
second and a third on his tongue. They continued for some seconds sucking
each other until their young dicks started to soften. They remained quiet
for a couple of minutes, then Ben turned around and hugged his big brother,
feeling the warmth of his wet and smooth skin. John then murmured:

	"I am very happy that we are brothers, Ben. I like him, too. I have
never felt as happy as I am now. Ben, I wanted you to know that." The blond
boy looked into those big eyes; with his forefinger, he caressed John's
lips tenderly.

	"I feel the same, John. I don't need to tell you how much I like
you and of course, dad.  Sometimes I feel ashamed because I am forgetting
my own father. But he is a special man and in the same circumstances than
we are. I would say he is a copy of my dad, not in his body but in what he
does. I think my dad would have behaved the same as he did with you. I
adored him, even more than to my mom; because of that, I didn't find him as
a stranger; he is so tender, so good... I worship him, John; I'll be
devoted to him the rest of my life. I am sure he will never fail or
disappoint me."

	"Yes, he deserves that. For the first time in my life, I have felt
proud of being near a man in the restaurant." They kept silence for a
moment. "We should start showering if we are going to the mall. Tonight we
may talk." They rose as John said: "First I'll soap and scrub you." He put
some shampoo on his hands and rubbed those silky angel hairs, then with the
sponge, the whole boy's body, yet missing his dick and balls that were
again hard. He massaged his butt cheeks and tenderly washed his penis. Then
he opened the water and rinsed him. Ben did very much the same to his
brother; they stepped out of the tub and John took one of the big towels
and started drying Ben. When he reached his butt, he spun him and found his
face was about two centimetres from that hard stiffen penis; he couldn't
help and took it into his mouth again.

Ben was to protest but the great feeling and pleasure made him start
gasping again, after a few minutes, he was with his head tilted back,
feeling how his knees buckled, his breathing increased and he placed his
hand around John's head for support. John could not wait, with his left
hand he pushed Ben into his mouth and his right one wrapped around his
penis masturbating. John had kneeled in front of his brother, soon he felt
Ben's dick jerking into his mouth as the younger boy fell on top of him
breathing hard. He groaned as he climaxed spurting his semen on the
floor. He hugged his brother and both pulled down on the floor over the
towel.  After a few minutes of silence, they rose and finishing
drying. They chuckled.

	"You are getting near your first shot." They joked and left the
bathroom; Patrick was asleep with a towel covering his privates. Naked they
lay to each side of his new father, and seconds later they were also asleep
because they had started the trip very early.

				Chapter 8
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Patrick woke up and found the exhausted boys asleep near him; he caressed
their silky hair and rubbed their smooth faces softly, John woke up and
smiled to his new dad, he sat on the bed and caressed the man's cheeks, he
went around the bed and jabbed his brother:

	"Come on little lazy, get up." Ben opened his eyes and grinned; he
yawned and stretched out his arms to his brother.

	"I needed this little nap." Patrick grinned.

	"It is not strange that you both must be tired." The boys looked at
each other and flushed. "I don't mind, but I suppose you are not so noisy
when there are strangers around."

	"But you are not any stranger, dad."

	"Of course not, and I felt very happy that you love each other as
much as you do."

	"Did you feel anything, dad? John asked."

	"Yes, I felt very proud of having two sons so alive. Let get
dressed." The boys laughed and Ben put his arms around Patrick's neck and
gave him a peck on the lips.

	"Thanks, dad." He looked at him as the boy added: "Don't you
realise that you are a very handsome man, dad? I suppose that many women
wet their panties watching you." He smiled for the compliment from his new
son.

	"The same as the little girl did about you in the restaurant?" John
laughed loudly.

	"I told him dad, and he didn't believe me," With a few jokes
regarding the girl the three left and walked the half-mile to the
mall. Just as they were entering, there was a square blackboard with big
bold letters announcing the newspaper headlines "$120 million waiting for
the owner" Ben glanced at it and continued thru the sliding doors. As they
went inside, the bookstore showed the newspaper adding more
information. Someone had the only one "lotto" bet with the full combination
of numbers, still not presented. He showed to John and he nodded.  They
went inside of the supermarket and watched there were long queues of
customers in front of the four cashiers; the employees seemed annoyed
because they could not attend customers properly as they
liked. Nevertheless, it was not the peak time of that Friday, which would
come a few hours later. They went to the second floor to the boys'
department and started looking for clothes. A young man approached Patrick:

	"Can I help you, sir?"

	"Well... maybe. I want to buy clothes for the boys, however, we are
not rich." The young man smiled professionally.

	"If you don't mind about fashion, I think we can offer you
something with quality and at a cheaper cost, besides, if you buy two items
we give you three. The goods are remainders from last season now on sale."
They followed him and found what they were looking for: jeans, socks,
t-shirts, pullovers, etc. The boys went into the fitting room and came
radiant with the new clothes. The man could not help but hugged his sons.

	"Can we keep them on, dad?" He looked at the young man and he
nodded. He took off the labels, put everything on a large paper bag and
went down to the shoe's department.  Watching the cues Patrick commented:

	"You have many customers and it is early Friday." The man looked
sadly at him.

	"It isn't the number of customers, but the electronic system that
has failed. My boss is very upset because he always wants to please his
clients, but we did not count on this. This system had never failed, the
technician in charge of maintenance is in Europe on his honeymoon and we
wonder when a man will be able to come from the capital city. So please, be
patient." Patrick looked at his sons and they nodded.

	"I'm an electronic senior engineer; perhaps I could help." The
young man looked astonished. He could not imagine that man could be an
engineer when he was trying to find cheaper prices on clothes.

	"Really? Please stay here." He did not wait for an answer, in
seconds he disappeared thru a side door, and a couple of minutes later a
middle-aged man appeared, he was dressed with a white robe like a doctor,
he introduced himself:

	"I'm Samuel Keller, the owner of this place." He extended his hand
to Patrick.

	"I'm Patrick Rockfield and these are my sons John and Ben." They
shook hands as the man continued.

	"Peter has told me you are an electronic engineer. Mr Rockfield, I
would be much grateful if you could help us. I have a serious problem
because I don't know anything about this kind of problems..."

	"Well, let's see if I can help. Where is the main unit?"

	"Please, follow me." They went thru the same door. At that moment a
boy of about fourteen, a girl of twelve and a little boy of about nine or
ten joined them. The man stopped and introduced them: These are my
children; Sammy, Mary and George." The children started to talk and
immediately John could observe how the elder boy blushed with shyness when
he stared at him, he was watching Ben when they made eye contact. The boy
turned his head to his little brother. They entered in a large room with
three doors: one that seemed an office other to a small clinic, and a third
to a smaller room where a large cabinet with some lights was placed against
the wall; one of the lights, the red one, was blinking. Patrick then
alleged:

	"I need to inspect the backside; please, John, Ben, help Sammy to
turn it around." The boy flushed again as he felt his arm rubbing against
John's and being aware of it. Patrick removed easily the back cover and
looked at it. "Please, do you have shape pliers? Samuel looked surprised.

	"Sammy, go to the tool department and bring one." The boy ran and
one minute later he came with the strange tool."

	"Mr Keller, please, could you switch off the electric power of this
room?" Don't worry about the information, the machine keeps its records no
matter whether you switch it off or not, it is provided with an emergency
battery." He did and all the lights went off. Patrick introduced the tool
inside and extracted a small square part; he separated a little rounded
piece from this and looked at it carefully. "It seems we are lucky Mr
Keller." Samuel looked at him and said:

	"Please, call me Samuel."

	"Alright, Samuel; give five dollars to your son. Sammy, please go
to the nearest electronic shop and buy three of four parts like this one,
meanwhile, we'll try to find out what has caused the problem.

	"May I go with you, Sammy? John asked. The boy blushed again at the
perspective of having that handsome boy near him.

	"Please, take my sister's bike." She grinned as John and the little
boy intervened.

	"I'll go with you; I know a shortcut thru the little forest to
reach it quicker than thru the streets, if we are going to Paul's, of
course."

	"Yes, that's the one I thought about. Let's go." In seconds the
three boys pedalled to the forest. While the two adults were chatting, Ben
and Mary had sat in the other room on the chairs placed for the sick
persons that came to see his father. Samuel Keller, besides a supermarket
businessman, was a good MD. The children started talking as many children
do about school, pop music favourite bands, etc. In a moment of silence,
the girl stared at the boy's naked tanned legs.

	"You have a beautiful tan; it looks like you have spent a lot of
time exposed to the sun."  Ben grinned because he knew the conversation had
started going thru the matter he liked more: sex.

	"Yes, it is the same all over my body. We have been for two months
in the mountains."  She chuckled.

	"Two months of holidays! That's awesome!" He grinned satisfied as
she gave so much importance to that, actually, she ignored the whole story
and he wasn't going to tell her.

	"Yes, we have been living in the wilderness the whole summer;
swimming, fishing and enjoying Mother Nature. We were the three alone,
except when we went to purchase supplies."  She had a question for Ben but
she did not dare to make it, something she had dreamed about and had
enjoyed until she was ten, now she was eleven, almost twelve.

	"Ben, you said you are tanned all over your body, does it mean you
were... I mean...  you were all the time... naked? The girl blushed
thinking on that. The rascal boy grinned slyly.

	"Yes. We lived in Nature so we must be..." She interrupted him
excited.

	"But what's about visitors?"

	"Visitors? We didn't have any visitors, we knew nobody in the
mountains." She grinned, thinking on Ben's words, imagining that beautiful
boy in the nude.

	"When I grow up, I'll go like that with my boyfriend for a whole
month." Ben looked at her quizzically. He laughed quietly.

	"I think I would kill that boy to take his place." She smiled
delightedly for the compliment.

	"You may not need to do that. He is a silly arse; I keep him
because all the girls in the school want him."

	"You are very hot, Mary." He looked around and added: "I don't
think you would call me the silly ass." She laughed pleased with the
answer.

	"But you are not him. I guess you are too...experienced, my friends
would like you a lot.  Do you know, a few weeks ago, when the summer
holidays started, we went to movies three boys and three girls. We sat in a
far corner of the theatre and he spent the whole time eating popcorns." Ben
laughed happily with his pitched voice. His lovely laugh made the girl
start also laughing, but she put her palm on his mouth to muffle it.

	"Definitely, he is a silly arse for not eating what he had near him
instead of popcorns."  The girl and the boy laughed loudly again.

Samuel and Patrick were in the clinic where he received his
patients. Patrick had explained Samuel about the system, how it worked and
what measures should have been taken to prevent that problem, probably
caused by a high voltage discharge in the electric web, so the system had
reacted breaking the fuse to save all its information. They heard the loud
laughs from the young couple.

	"It is beautiful to hear a happy child's laugh," Patrick said. Both
had a lot of questions to make to each other. The men asked themselves
where the children's mothers were, no one had mentioned them; however, that
was too intimate and they knew each other only a few minutes.  Samuel
thought about Patrick as if he had known him for a long time ago. And the
same happened to Patrick; that man was not a stranger to him. At that
moment the boys swarmed into the room and Sammy proudly showed his father
the fuses. Patrick took one, placed it into the little square part and
introduced it in its place. "Please, put on the main switch". As Samuel
did, Patrick sat down in front of the desk screen and restarted the system
loading the software.  Lights went on and the red one disappeared. John
proudly went to his dad and hugged him from behind around his waist. The
man felt the affection of his new son, took one of his hands and rubbed it
gently and then pressed it closing his fingers, as he wanted to keep some
invisible thing in it. Samuel had observed the scene but he did as if he
had not seen it, yet he said:

	"Patrick, I will never thank you enough for what you have done to
me, it is not a question of money or work, but the attention to my
customers." Then he asked: "Can we start the whole system again."

	"Yes. Transmit to your cashier employees to finish the current
clients, after two minutes, the system will run again." He did and all the
girls felt relieved. Within a few minutes all was working smoothly. As
Patrick stood from his seat Samuel asked:

	"How much do I owe you, Patrick?" Patrick looked directly on
Samuel's eyes for a fraction of a second and answered:

	"Nothing Samuel, it is has been a pleasure to help a good man like
you. I still owe you my sons' clothes." He introduced his hand into his
pocket to pay; Samuel stopped him and asked:

	"Patrick, can I talk to you privately?"

	"I have not any secrets for my sons, however, if you insist..." Ben
and John heard his new father's words and both silently sighed proudly,
John surreptitiously pressed Ben's hand and he pressed it back. The boys
thought they could not have a better father.

	"Yes, I do." He nodded and entered in Samuel's office. They sat
down and Samuel explained:

	"Patrick, my father always wanted to be an MD rather than a
businessman, however, he could not achieve his goal because those were bad
times and he had to work hard to feed his family. When I was old enough, I
told him I wanted to follow his steps in business. He said: "Alright, but
before, you must become an MD," To please him I did and I never regretted
it. I am not a bad physician, mostly due to my stubbornness to not
disappoint him. During holidays I attend to hospital's courses and I go,
when I can, to conventions on family's doctor, all this to keep me updated
on medicine investigations. He used to say that I have a valuable sixth
sense to know persons and circumstances and I believed him." He placed his
hand on Patrick's shoulder and continued: "Patrick, I can't afford an
electronic engineer forever, but I can do it for at least the time you
might need to find a good job." Patrick went to argue, but he stopped him.
"Please let me finish. You have been in troubles and you need now a
friend. Please, let me help you and your children, I am sure I will never
regret it." Patrick looked at that man and he brought to his memory his
adopting mom who more or less said him the same words when he was a little
boy.

	"Samuel, thank you very much for your offer, however, I don't want
to be a burden for you. I will accept your offer whenever you allow me to
gain my wage working on everything you might need me, besides keeping the
system running. I'll need to rent a place where to live, we have paid two
nights at the motel." Samuel's eyes sparkled and he extended his hand to
shake.  They shook hands but Patrick added: "Please I must get my sons'
accord if you don't mind."

	"Of course, and don't worry about accommodation, I think we have a
nice solution.  Since my father died, some months ago, my mother lives with
us, his house is clean and ready.  She thought to let it, but never found
the courage to do it. She loved him too much, but in this instance, I am
sure she will be very pleased." Samuel stood and opened the door, he looked
to the expectant children: "John, Ben, please, your father wants to ask you
something." Since the door remained open all children approached; and then
Patrick looked at his new sons.

	"Sons, Samuel had offered me a good job here, at least until I find
an appropriate one; I would say minimum until the man in charge of the
system maintenance return from Europe. My question is if you like it here."
Ben heart was beating hard before the perspective and he could not wait
until his brother said anything.

	"Please dad, accept it. I like these friends and this place." He
said enthusiastically. John went to his new father and hugged him tenderly.

	"Dad, if it is good for you it is good for us. I like this place
too, and Sammy is my friend."  The young teenager flushed as he was
mentioned. He liked that handsome boy, so he sighed silently. The girl was
a little far behind; she fixed her brown eyes on Ben's crotch as she felt a
lovely twinge down her stomach. The little George shouted around them, he
thought he could brag of having new friends, especially one as cool as
Ben. His friends would die of envy.

	"Alright then, the deal is closed. We'll talk it over tonight or
tomorrow, now we need to start gaining our bread." He looked at Samuel: "I
suppose your concerns are now the stocks that had not been deducted or
increased since the system went down."

	"It seems you are reading my mind. Yes, I'm worried about that,
especially about the taxes involved."

	"This is a good computing system and nothing had been
destroyed. Now our task will be to feed it back and update. All your cash
machines produce a double printing just in case someone claims. Am I
right?"

	"Yes, you are right, but we never keep those printings; in case of
someone claiming I accept his word instead, with that I might lose
something but I gain a customer and the related time. On the other hand,
there are not many problems." Patrick then declared.

	"I suppose the machines still have today's printings in, but we
would need those of yesterday's from the moment the system went down until
you closed business; normally they print a bar-code with all information we
may need. Also, all delivery sheets not yet input. We would only need a
manual label-reader." Samuel looked to his children and Mary immediately
reacted."

	"They must be in the trash bins and the truck is just coming to
pick up all waste. Come on! Let's go." The five children as one left the
room. The men smiled as Patrick said looking at the door where the children
have disappeared:

	"I would call it efficiency! It seems your daughter is above all."
Samuel grinned, yes that girl was showing signals of business intelligence,
and he adored his children with all their defects and efficiencies.

				Chapter 9
				-------------

	"Patrick, while the children return, let me have a look into your
wounds."

	"I thought you hadn't noticed them. I have seen them this morning
during the shower; I cleaned and put some antiseptic on them."

	"I'm not silly, man." They entered the clinic, Patrick sat on a
tall bed and Samuel proceeded to take the bandage from the wounded arm. He
inspected it carefully. "It doesn't look bad because the wound is not very
deep; it would have been necessary to put some stitches, nevertheless, now
is too late; you will carry the scar for the rest of your life." He spread
a brown liquid on it, gauze and bandaged it again. "Now let's see the
other; I suppose it is on your left leg. Please lie down on the stretcher."
Patrick nodded his friend's observation. With some difficulty, he took off
his trousers and underwear and Samuel examined the wound carefully. He
exclaimed:

	"Almighty God! You have been at a few millimetres from your grave!
Did you know that?  Patrick sighed.

	"Yes, I did; but probably, thanks to that we are alive." Samuel
looked at his new friend astonished.

	"How or who did it?" Patrick reached his trousers and retrieved the
knife from his pocket and showed it to Samuel.

	"This did it."

	"You don't need to answer me, if you don't like, Patrick..."
Patrick thought for a moment and then said:

	"There is nothing strange, only a blessing accident."

	"Do you call a blessing accident being near to have cut your
femoral vein? I can't believe it!" He sadly looked at his new
friend. Patrick smiled.

	"You will believe it now; and better than anyone, since you are an
MD. Yet, I will not go into details. After a family disgrace, I went into a
hard and deep depression, I have been in a hospital for a long year. Two
months ago I voluntarily left the hospital, picked up my children from the
Social House and we went for long holidays into these mountains, near a
little and beautiful valley on the other side of the border. One week ago
when I was ready to cut two mushrooms, I fell into an old trap, probably
prepared for bears or wolves; you can see the consequences. I felt the
blood in my loin and as I extracted the knife; a large stain covered my
thigh. Suddenly I realised that I was near my death. I thought that I had
to instruct my sons to save them. My mind was put to a survival limit and
it reacted. At that moment I forgot everything except that I had to
survive. My sons started to cry, but quietly I advised them not to panic."
Patrick made a pause grinned as he continued.

"They were startled hearing me; I advised John to go to a hut we have been
many times and to bring a rope. I was aware I was bleeding but I did not
care. John flew, came and I tied myself around the waist and with a lot of
difficulties they lifted me, but bad luck was still there. When I was near
out of that hole, the cord broke and Jack fell on his back, hitting his
head against something and got unconscious. I can't remember, but Ben said
that I screamed a long "No" like a wolf. I took my son in my arms and we
ran to the shelter in the precise moment that a strong thunder blasted, and
a hailstorm started. I took care of him; fortunately, he had only a bump on
his back head. With the emergency first-aid kit, I cured his and my wounds,
but I had woken up from my nightmare. I prepared a large pot of food and we
enjoyed the beautiful valley until the car was empty of any supplies. We
ate the last food today's dawn." He kept silence for a while and then
Samuel said:

	"That explains that your children look healthy but a little bit
undernourished. Now you and your sons are safe; please take one of these
tablets with each meal, they are antibiotic to prevent any possible
infection." Samuel had many questions to make, however, above all, he was
an MD and it was not advisable to dig into the origin that caused the
depression. That could be done later. On the other hand, his version
coincided with the theory held by an eminent doctor that explained to them
that a person with a deep depression could come out of it if taken to a
survival limit, of course, the problem was how to get into that situation a
patient. He had explained a similar case of a woman who was drowning..." At
that moment they heard the boys cheerfully coming into the room with a
plastic bag with the papers.

	"Here you are all tickets from yesterday's sales, from the moment
the system collapsed up to being restarted a few minutes ago. Peter has
collaborated to find them."

	"Good. Let's start; probably it will take me today and tomorrow to
finish this task."

	"Take your time, Patrick." Samuel said, looking to the children as
he added: We won't need you until this evening that we must help on
replacing goods." John looked at Ben and he nodded:

	"Mr Keller, may we work with your sons?" John asked.

	"Of course boys, I'll pay you the same as I do to them, with that
our employees won't need to make overtime."

	"Fantastic!" The boys cheered." Then Sammy said near stammering:

	"Dad, I have talked to Granny that we have two guests for lunch and
she said it is okay.  It is too warm, near hot, so we are going home to
swim in the pool and spend the afternoon together." The boy blushed with
shyness before the perspective of heaving those beautiful boys near him.

	"That seems alright, but, please, you all must help Granny on
cooking and cleaning, she is too old to do everything."

	"We'll do, dad." Let's go." All five walked up to Sammy's home. It
was placed in the outskirt of the town on a new area not far from the mall
and close to the forests. It was a fair large house with a swimming pool in
the backside yard, fenced with barbed wire, and tall and thick bushes, so
it kept privacy from anyone walking near the house. The group swarmed into
the house and all went to the kitchen to greet their Granny. She was a tall
woman in her seventies; had blue eyes and silver-white hair; "probably she
had been a pretty woman in the past," John thought. The boys made the
introductions and Ben, followed by John, kissed her on the cheeks. She
appreciated this because it was a sign of high education. She immediately
started liking them. They went upstairs, all boys to the same room. Little
George was naked in seconds; he took a towel and shouted:

	"Chicken the last." And he flew downstairs. Ben and John looked
each other amused and Sammy blushed like beetroot as he noticed how his new
friends smiled very pleased watching the little naked devil running
downstairs.

	"I'm sorry, but, but... we normally swim naked when there are no
strangers. I'll try to get some swimming suits for you."

	"We don't mind Sammy, it looks like George does not consider us
strangers, and we cannot disappoint him now." Again the teenager flushed."

	"Don't you mind getting in the nude in front of a girl?"

	"No. Why? I have to confess this would be the first time I am naked
in front of a girl in public, but as you will be able to see, we are fully
tanned."

	"In that case..." He gave them two large towels and quickly they
undressed and wrapped them around their waists as they left the poor shy
boy; he was not having a good time.  Walking down slowly Ben commented:

	"Sammy is not having a good time, he is so shy..."

	"I'll take care of him. I would have liked to see him in the Social
House with all those rascals around him naked. He is a good boy and we must
help him. Please, you look after Mary and George and I'll promise you that
I'll cure his shyness. They grinned and jumped into the pool, little George
greeted them; he approached swimming and said in a low voice:

	"My brother is always the last to jump, he is very timid. I'm not
shy and I like to see other boys' cocks to compare with mine. Mine is the
largest of all my friends' when it is hard, three inches long. John yours
is huge, isn't it?" John ruffled the little imp's wet hair and the three
started swimming. Mary appeared dressed in a short bikini, she jumped into
the water and Ben went to where she emerged while John played with little
George.

	"You look beautiful in that swimsuit, Mary." She made a feminine
grimace and grinned to him. Ben looked to the straight little breasts
covered by the thin fabric; his cock started to grow and in a minute was as
hard as a rock.

	"I can see your lovely tan as you told me and... your little
brother..." She pointed down thru the clear water. Ben flushed a little.

	"It is caused by your beautiful body and especially by your lovely
little tits." She smiled delightedly. She then dived followed by Ben until
they emerged in the far corner. Sammy came in and jumped into the
water. George shouted at him.

	"You chickened, you chickened!" The rest laughed.

	"He's as rascal as clever," Mary said pointing to the young
child. We all are very fond of him; he conquers any heart that he proposes.

	"I can see." Ben paused with a mischievous look in his bright blue
eyes: "You are unfair, Mary."

	"Why?" The girl said near smiling.

	"Because we are exposing our best features and you are covered."
She grinned.

	"So you would want to have a better look of me, am I right?"

	"Sure, I would." In a fast move, she took off her bikini upper part
and tossed it on the grass that covered the sides of the swimming pool. It
was the first time he was so close to tits.  Ben glued his eyes to those
beautiful little lemons; he touched his cock and closed his eyes in
pleasure. He would have liked to be alone and to masturbate just there.

	"What do you think, pretty boy?"

	"I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life! I must say
they are the first ones I see 'au natural'." She laughed gladly as she did
in the clinic. She wanted to touch the boy's hard cock; Ben was well
endowed for his age and she appreciated that she thought someone should
take the initiative. They submerged again and emerged, looked into each
other eyes and Ben guessed what was next. She pushed him down into the
water and with her left hand pulled Ben's head to her breast. Ben did not
hesitate a second and took that beautiful nipple into his mouth and sucked
it eagerly during a few seconds. As he rubbed tenderly the other breast he
felt his hard cock wrapped by the girl's hand. He remained under the water
while his lungs permitted, almost two minutes, but finally and reluctantly
he emerged. She had her eyes closed.

	"That was awesome, Mary!" She opened her deep brown eyes with a
sigh and smiled back to the young boy.

	"Yes, it has been wonderful, but uncompleted. Go to the boys' room,
I'll meet you there."

Ben jumped to the pool's ridge, quickly wrapped in the large towel and
left, George looked at him and chuckled. Ben's dick was hard and thinking
about what would be next. As soon as he entered the room he tossed the
towel on the bed and squeezed his cock, he gasped in pleasure. After a few
minutes, he heard Mary's steps entering the next room; suddenly a door on
the wall opened and Mary motioned him to enter. In low voice she explained:

	"There is a bathroom between both rooms than can be opened or
closed from both sides." They stood in the centre looking into each other's
eyes; Mary stared at the boy's cock that was drooling precum, extended her
hand and wrapped it. Ben gasped and moaned in pleasure, but he wanted to
suck those beautiful tits, however, his mouth was watering because he liked
to kiss her and did not know whether she would like it or not. Slowly he
placed his hands around her cheeks and tenderly he kissed her a long
kiss. As she did not react negatively, he pulled her on the bed and she
obeyed, he again started kissing her, but this time he pushed his tongue
into her mouth and she resisted a little until he parted her teeth and the
tongues met. He understood Mary had never done to anyone what she was doing
with him; she sucked his tongue passionately. He went on top of her,
straddling on her long legs, his cock rubbing the fabric covering her
crotch, he then removed the bikini upper part and started massaging softly
her left breast, as John had taught him. She began to moan placing her
hands on the boy back and butt cheeks; soon they were in a frenzy move up
and down until she broke the kiss and arched her hips to meet Ben's cock.

Ben wanted to fuck her, so he started removing her lower part, but she
stopped him: "Please Ben, not this time; he obeyed. After some time, they
stopped breathing as a wonderful warm sensation came from their loins as
Ben pushed his dick against the fine fabric that separated from her
cunt. Mary arched her hips trying to feel as much as possible the boy's
cock, however, the girl had already matured and her climax was even
stronger than Ben's. They were breathing hard as he slid to his right side
while they were recovering. Still, in the bliss of their orgasms they
smiled and Ben stick his lips on hers again.

	"That was completed," Mary said.

	"Do we have time for something else? I love your nipples and I know
how much you like it." She grinned and the boy understood he had permission
to go ahead. He started lapping her chest, but he knew the time was
short. He left her chest and started sucking on one of her breasts, while
he kneaded the other one softly. That was too much for her young body and
commenced moaning slowly; between gasps she then said:

	"I want to suck your lovely cock, too." Ben raised his head, he was
to tell her something, but he changed his mind, instead he straddled her,
he turned around in a 69 position, he offered her his dick as he untied the
bikini lower part. Before she could realise, Ben had her little clit
between his lips sucking it. She groaned in pleasure with the boy's cock in
his mouth, a few times her teeth rubbed Ben's cock and he felt a little
sharp pain, but then he pushed it down to her throat as he experienced
again that wonderful dry orgasm. He felt her hands on his back head pushing
him against her crotch. This time it was almost a scream muffled by Ben's
cock in her mouth. She was hot and both were sweating. He turned to his
original position while their breaths recovered. They looked into each
other eyes for a few minutes.

	"I bet you are one of the hottest girls in the school and your
boyfriend the silliest boy in the town." She laughed gladly trying to
muffle in order her Granny could not hear her.

	"It seems this is not your first time with a girl."

	"You are wrong, but the time we spent in the Social House we had
good teachers." She looked a little bit perplexed but he interrupted her
thoughts. "I'll explain to you sometime, not now." He went into the other
room and got dressed. At the button of the stairs, he met John and Sammy
and he lightly winked his brother. He was thinking about those wonderful
moments and his cock was hard again. Little George grinned wickedly to him
and said:

	"You have a boner, Ben," He blushed as he looked at the rascal boy
and could see the boy was also hard.

	"And you, too."

	"I have my motivations." Ben looked at him quizzically but he
walked to the kitchen to help Granny cooking. Yes, the little boy was a
smart imp evil that his Granny adored because he was his father's living
image at his age.

George knew and had observed his sister and Ben manoeuvres and he did not
interfere. When they went upstairs he knew they had planned something, so
after a few minutes, he followed them. In silence he entered his room, Ben
was not there but his towel was on the bed, the smart little boy soon
guessed what was going on and he liked to participate. He tossed his towel
on the bed and entered the bathroom closing the door behind; slowly he
opened a little the door facing his sister's room and his eyes opened wide
while his slim cock got harder than ever before. He arrived when the couple
was passionately kissing; he could see his sister tongue in Ben's mouth. He
took a stool and sat with his legs spread watching the scene that was
taking place in the other room, he spat some saliva on his palm and started
beating his little penis slowly. He did not want to risk to fell when the
lovely feeling hit his cock. He witnessed the whole episode and he was glad
that his friend tried to fuck his sister; he had to put his other hand on
his mouth to prevent they could hear his moans and alerted them.

He reached the wonderful feeling watching the couple almost at the same
time than his sister and her friend. He had to make a great effort to keep
his moan in his throat. Ben was a very cool boy and much more when he
started sucking her pussy; that was awesome, the only problem was he could
not tell it to anybody, even to his best friend Richard. However, he had
learnt something he did not know: he never thought that two could suck each
other at the same time; he had done it to Richard and he did the same to
him but in turns. "Next sleepover at Richard's we will try", he thought. At
this stage he thought it had seen enough; with the care, he closed both
doors and lay on the bed. His dick was jerking and he could not take out of
his mind what he had watched, so he spat again in his hand and started
jerking his dick off until that wonderful warm sensation swept thru his
young body, and then relaxed. When he recovered his breathing he dressed
and went to help in the kitchen. A few moments later Mary joined them; she
then said:

	"Granny, please, you remain sat down and instruct us how to
proceed." The old lady did and efficiently the girl started to cook helped
by Ben and George.

John and Sammy were playing and diving in the swimming pool, John observed
that his friend had lightly touched his cock, both were hard and he knew
the boy was having a great time. As part of the play, in a moment John
pushed Sammy to a corner and both looked into each other eyes. Sammy had
the sexiest lips he had ever seen in a long time and he wanted to kiss
them.  Sammy deeply flushed in spite the water was not warm; they were
alone and he had this handsome boy only a few centimetres from him, he bent
his head and could watch his new friend's erected dick. "Was this boy gay
like he secretly thought he was?" He did not want to risk anything because
he was very shy and he always was trying that the other boys could discover
that he was not straight, but he had never been so close to a beautiful boy
like this one.  Instinctively his hand wrapped around John's warm and hard
penis. For a fraction of a second, he felt an electric discharge thru his
entire body, but he knew he had crossed a forbidden line, too. At that
moment he imagined the anger and the scorn of his new friend and he deeply
regretted it; his eyes blurred as he stammering said.

	"I'm sorry Jack, I awfully sorry; I, I... didn't, I was..." He
opened the eyes and saw a lovely smile on his friend's face, he was not
upset or making a mess of it, as probably most of his friends would have
done. He bent his head again ashamed murmuring: "I, I promise I won't..."
John knew what was in that shy boy mind and felt sorry for him. He placed
his finger under his chin and raised his head.

	"Why should you be sorry? You haven't committed any crime, all the
contrary. You are a lovely boy and you can be sure you have been gifted
with the sexiest lips I have ever seen."  Without giving him time to react,
John placed a quick kiss on Sammy's lips.

	"Are, are... you too..." He didn't dare even to pronounce the word.

	"Gay? No. I'm not; well at least I like girls, too; but at our age,
there is not much difference in the beauty between a boy and a girl. I like
boys too, and you are very handsome, Sammy." The shy boy could not believe
what he was hearing.

	"But, but in school, I'm sure they would call me unpleasant names
if I..." John placed his finger on the boy's soft lips and stopped him
speaking.

	"I know it; I have some experience on that, but you can, believe
me, all of them do not deserve a bit of a great boy like you." Sammy felt
comforted and smiled for the first time.

	"You are hard, John and..."

	"Can we go to your room?" John asked.

	"Sure, we can."  The boys and my sister must already be helping
Granny."

				Chapter 10
				--------------

He jumped out of the swimming pool; his cock was hard, so he covered
himself with the large white towel. John did the same and followed him
up. As they were walking upstairs, the little rascal looked at them
furtively and watched the soft moves of his elder brother rampant butt
cheeks under the towel; John's was thin and muscular and did not show too
much. George guessed what was going on and, after a few minutes, he excused
himself and followed them.  The teenagers entered the boys' room, John
closed the door and before Sammy could move he wrapped his arms around him,
turned him and kissed him tenderly a long kiss. John felt how the boy
trembled probably a spasm had gone thru his body; their dicks were hard and
touching.  Sammy looked into John's eyes, he couldn't believe what was
happening to him; was he dreaming? He reacted, put his arms around John's
neck and kissed him back, this time John pushed his tongue against the
boy's teeth. Sammy had not any experience and he resisted for a moment, but
he opened it and their tongues met. That was too much for the excited boy;
he felt his knees to buckle but John pushed him down on the bed without
breaking their union, soon he was on top of the shy boy. Only a few
contacts of their cocks brought the boy to his orgasm, they separated a
little; Sammy arched his hips and started spurting wads of semen. John made
a few thrusts and followed him on spurting his smaller load on Sammy's
belly and chest. When they recovered their breath John said:

	"We have made a pretty mess." Before Sammy could argue he added;
"Don't worry, the shower will get rid of it." He smiled and hugged John
very tight, however, he flushed again. The little imp was in the bathroom;
he had entered thru his sister's room and had missed the first touches, but
not the rest. He near panicked when they mentioned the shower, but after
that, he released a silent sigh and got ready to watch the sex show, he
mentally said: "This is my day, the best birthday present I could have."
Then he spat some saliva on his right hand and started slowly jerking his
weenie off. He heard his brother saying:

	"John, I can't believe this is happening to me, it seems a dream
that comes true, it is even better than in my dream. Since I was eleven I
fantasised many times I could be like I am now, and of course, never with a
boy like you." They kept silence, John went to say something as Sammy
continued: "John, can... can... I do something for your..." The shy boy
signalled to John's hard cock.

	"Of course you can, it is waiting for you." Sammy tenderly pulled
John on his back and he scooted down the bed, so he was now near John's
crotch. He looked at him in doubt blushing again, not daring to start
because he thought he might break that beautiful dream. He closed his eyes,
then bent his head and took John's dick into his mouth; the sounds of moans
came thru his nose mixed with John's gasps. John was enjoying the blowjob
but could observe that Sammy was masturbating himself, at the same time the
little boy was doing the same in the bathroom. He thought it was a moment
to teach the shy boy.

	"Sammy, let me teach you something, I want you to enjoy, too." The
boy's breathing had increased and stammering, said:

       "I, I'm helping myself." John grinned, he then in a quick move he
turned around into a 69 position. Sammy understood as he watched his new
friend's adored cock only two centimetres from his lips, besides John's
hard butt cheeks to massage. He was in heaven, especially when he felt his
cock being sucked by his new friend. John left Sammy's cock for a moment as
he wetted his forefinger with the boy's precum, then as he resumed his
sucking he pulled his finger into Sammy's sensitive anus' hole. He pushed
in and noticed how the boy trembled and his dick jerked into his mouth, he
knew had provoked the boy's orgasm in anticipation; he felt Sammy's cock
pushing into his throat but he did not like strange semen in his mouth, so
he got it out at the moment the boy started spurting wad after wad of white
cream on his neck. That excited him, too, but he wanted to be fair with him
and with some difficulty he said:

	"Sammy, I'm coming..." The boy did not respond but sucked him even
more eagerly; so John could not resist anymore and pushed his cock into his
new friend's mouth starting to spurt his small load if compared with
Sammy's. He swallowed all of it and sucked John until his dick started to
get flaccid. Then they recovered their original positions and looked into
each other eyes. They remained there for a few minutes. George little dick
was sore because he had not stopped rubbing his pecker up and down and had
a few dry orgasms; "definitely, this is my day" he thought. Sammy then
alleged:

	"John, I would like to be like this for ages, but probably lunch is
almost ready and they will call on us." Sammy wanted John with him, he had
a lot of things to ask but he did not dare to do so; however, for a moment
he pushed out his shyness and asked: "John, we could enjoy a whole night if
you want it. I can ask dad you could sleep over here tonight." John did not
answer as he got out of the bed.

	"I'm glad you are losing your stupid shyness, Sammy. Yes it would
be great, but don't you think is it too soon? You know me only for a few
hours."

	"I know it, but I'm sure you are the best friend I could have,
and..."

	"Alright, you ask your dad and I'll ask mine; if they agree, we can
do it, if not tonight, it could be tomorrow or any time after." He slyly
added: "Still you need a few lessons to get rid of you blushing." Sammy
flushed and John pushed him into the bathroom and under the shower.  John
skilled nostrils noticed a familiar smell and smiled. He did not want his
new friend could see the scars on his back, so he quickly went under the
showerhead. They finished showering with some jokes; Sammy was again hard,
he approached John, put his arms around his neck and hugged him tenderly
while the water cleaned them.

	"John, I must thank you for your help. I'll never forget you." John
was to say something, but he thought the right moment would be during the
night if they come.

Mary, with George's help, prepared the courses. She placed a soup and a
large glass of milk to each one, except for their Granny; then a large
roasted entrecote with vegetables for Ben, John, her elder brother and a
smaller one for George. Ben was to argue when he watched the large piece of
meat, he thought he will not be able to eat such big steak, but she smiled
and when she was placing the plated, the girl whispered into the boy's ear:

	"You need to feed that little brother of yours and make him grows"
Ben blushed and all guessing the wicked girl's words laughed. They finished
and after cleaning all dishes Ben yawned, he excused himself:

	"Sorry, but we got up this morning before dawn and the morning had
been very excited..." The old lady interrupted him:

	"Please George, take Ben to the guests' room so he can have a
nap. He looks very tired." Ben was to say something but the little boy was
dragging him from his hand.

	"Thank you, Mrs Keller, but..." She smiled at the blond boy and
both rushed upstairs.  After a couple of minutes, she looked at John that
was quietly talking to Sammy.

	"Sammy, please push John into your room, I think he needs a nap
more than his brother." John was to argue but she smiled at him and
disarmed his arguments.

	"Thank you, Mrs Keller; I know the way..." They laughed as John
stood and went into the boy's bedroom. He near was unable to take off his
shoes. In seconds he was hard asleep.

The little imp had dragged Ben to the guests' room; and like his brother,
he could not take his clothes off. George then said:

	"Don't worry, Ben; just lie down, I'll get your shoes off." The
blond boy obeyed and before the little boy took his second shoe off, he was
rock asleep. George grinned, closed the door and thought: "Definitely, I'm
a lucky boy." He undressed Ben, leaving only his t-shirt, and he got
entirely naked himself. He observed the blond boy's features, his tan
fascinated him, his new friend was devoid of any hair and was uncut, he sat
on the bed and stroke his silky hair, and with the back of his hand
caressed his friend's cheeks and lips. "He is beautiful," he murmured, "I
like him." He bent over and touched the sleeping boy's lips with his. He
noticed how his dick was hard again. He explored the boy's tummy, his
chest, lapped and lightly licked his nipples, but Ben was in another
world. "He's skinny; he needs to cover those bonny ribs." He thought.

He scooted down and took between his thumb and forefinger his friend's soft
penis, "It is longer than mine, he must be at least four inches when it is
hard." He murmured. "Would he like what I'm doing to him? I like it a
lot... well, he's hard asleep, anyway." He grinned and then pulled back the
sleeping boy cock's foreskin, bent over and took the redhead into his
lips. He started sucking it slowly as he had done to Richard; one of his
best friends. To his astonishment, the blond boy's cock started to get hard
and he began to punish his cock. After a few minutes, he noticed how Ben
was breathing hard in his dream; he softly moaned as his cock jerked into
his mouth. Suddenly Ben relaxed with a smile on his beautiful face. After
his dry orgasm, "the best he ever had" he thought, the little boy relaxed,
too. He lay near his friend and soon he also got asleep.

Downstairs the old woman sat on her favourite corner of her large
comfortable sofa, soon Mary and Sammy joined her, and after some minutes
the girl excused herself and went to her room.  Sammy lay on his back on
the sofa with his head on the old woman's lap. She dearly loved her
grandchildren and appreciated the differences amongst them. Sammy was the
most affectionate for her, probably because he was five y/o when their
mother abandoned them, and he needed more care. She used to take him
against her chest and rocked him tenderly when he was a baby; and when he
grew, lying like now. Sammy loved those moments and he always was ready to
open his heart to his grandmother; he had not any secret for her. Mary was
different; there was a powerful bond between the girl and her grandmother,
but she was more reserved. She was caressing her grandson's hair as he
said:

	"Granny, I have never felt as happy as during the few hours that I
have spent with John and Ben. They are so good, so wonderful... especially
John." The woman knew his child wanted to make confidences to her and she
knew how to start.

	"Is John gay like you are, Sammy?" She bluntly asked the boy. Sammy
didn't find unusual her questions; they talked free about anything when
they were on the couch, like now.  He answered to the woman.

	"No; however, he likes me, Granny. I, I... touched him." He paused
for a moment waiting for the woman's comment but she said nothing and the
boy continued. "We were in the swimming pool so closed... I did not realise
what I was doing; I have never touched a boy before. I felt terrible scared
and miserable, but he is so handsome and we were so closed..."  The lady
continued caressing her grandchild's hair without expressing her thoughts,
nevertheless, she sighed because she well knew how bad her adolescent child
was going thru since he discovered he was homosexual or gay, as he put
it. The boy continued: "Instead of making a mess of it, he smiled at me
saying that he preferred girls, but that to be gay was not a crime since I
have not chosen it. The woman smiled.

	"He is right, Sammy; I have told you it a few times. He is honest,
besides, you have a lovely body and very appealing lips." The lady jokingly
kissed the lips of her grandchild." He laughed and exclaimed:

	"Granny, you are my father's mom, I can't marry you!" She started
making ticklish to the child, and after a while, he stood, kneeled in front
of the old woman and hugged her very tightly.  "I adore you, Granny, I like
you a lot." The woman rubbed the boy's back softly.

	"I adore you, too, my lovely and handsome boy." He recovered his
original position, and after a few minutes of intimacy the old lady asked:
"What's about the little blond beauty?"

	"Ben? Well... I think you must ask Mary and George; I suppose that
for different reasons, both have a crush on him. George likes him a lot."

More than an hour later Ben woke up and found the little boy near him
deeply asleep, and what amazed him, he was naked, too, except for his
t-shirt. He couldn't remember undressing before going to bed; but "never
mind", he thought "it is wonderful to sleep like this." He dressed, and
went to the bathroom to pee and wash his hands, he found there his brother
that smiled at him:

	"I feel wonderful, Benny. I'm ready for any adventure."

	"Me, too." Let's wake up the little evil, I have found him with me
in the bed." Both smiled guessing what the rascal boy had done. They
entered the room and started slowly making ticklish to the little boy,
especially to his hard little sausage; he woke up, rubbed his eyes and
started fighting the two brothers jabbing them with ticklish. All three
were laughing loudly on the floor as Mary entered and watched the
scene. She wanted to mix up in the play, but it was a little late for her
plans; the group went down, and after greeting Sammy and the old lady, she
suggested:

	"Granny, what's do you think if we go to show the boys their new
home?"

	"That's an excellent idea, my daughter." The old lady sighed and
the boys sheered up; all left for Granny's old home.

While all these events were taking place, the two adults were concentrated
on their work; Samuel had received three urgent patients while he attended
the need of his main concern: the shop. In a moment Samuel said:

	"Patrick, please, don't take so serious your job, it is not a
question of dead or alive. Let's go to have some lunch." Patrick smiled.

	"Alright then, we'll continue later on." They walked up to a nearby
restaurant, Patrick then looked around and watched the forests surrounding
the large terrace, which brought to him the drive thru the marvellous
mountains.

	"This is a great and lovely place to live in; especially if you
like snow and cold weather," Patrick stated.

	"Yes. I was born here and hope I will be buried here too. I love
these mountains and its forests, unfortunately, our wealth is based on the
lumber business, and that is going thru bad times."

	"When we were coming this morning, we rode near the high peaks; I
understood that these mountains would be the ideal place for a ski
resort. Didn't you ever think about it? I have been in Switzerland and
Sweden in similar places, yet, they don't have so large extensions of
forests." Samuel sighed but did not answer him until they were sat on the
quick restaurant and after have ordered the meal.

	"It seems you have good views and ideas, Patrick."

	"Have I?"

	"There are a few companies that had made a temporal joint
enterprise to build that ski resort. Probably the works will start next
summer. I know it because the Major is a friend of mine. We all know these
plans; nevertheless, it had been delayed for years because our local
authorities wanted strict respect for the forests, rivers and
mountains. Finally, they had got their goal. I have seen the study and
plans that were locally published for complaints or ideas; however, none
argued. Many, including myself, suggested ideas near all, directed or
connected to the environment's preservation." Patrick then added:

	"That pictures an excellent prospect for the town and especially
for your business."  Samuel sighed.

	"I don't think so, Patrick. My grandfather bought three thousand
acres to the government because he relied on the lumber business, that was
good for him, but not for me. I know that a supermarket chain will probably
build here a great complex and there will not be any chance for a small one
like mine; we surely will survive, but the greater part of the cake will be
for them."

	"You can extend yours; you have the land and the right place..."
Samuel looked at Patrick sadly.

	"That means money, Patrick; a lot of money. I have the ideas, I
have the place and only need money; fucking money! Sorry for the word.

	"But you have the land; you can get a mortgage on it." Samuel
smiled again.

	"To compete with those big wolves, I would need between seven and
ten million dollars." Patrick near screamed. He continued: "I have explored
all possible sources without success. The only answer was to enter in the
new mall as a participant or shareholder, however, they would pull down my
little business, they do not want any living competence."  Patrick sighed.

	"Even if I still had my company, I couldn't help you; up to this
date, probably I have only a few hundreds of dollars left; a little house
in California that is registered at my father's name and my car. All were
auctioned to pay debts, the creditors have vanished." Samuel looked into
his new friend's eyes.

	"Raise that spirit Patrick; we'll survive. Who knows?" They smiled
and changed the subject. They ended the lunch and returned to the
mall. Samuel went into his office, opened a large drawer and called
Patrick. He showed a large set of technical drawings with all the views and
plans. "I am ready to start the next morning to build if I had the money. I
had to prepare all these to ask for the loan, the answer was –We regret
to advise you..., well you know the formula. I'm still paying the loan to
build this one, my friend James Hartwell, local manager of the National
Bank, risked his job giving me the credit; fortunately, I'm paying back
without any problem."

	"It is difficult to find a friend like him nowadays, Samuel. When I
was at the peak I had hundreds of friends but now I think I have you and
another one; all others have vanished."  Samuel smirked.

	"Yes, life is like that. Tomorrow you will know him; he is a good
guy, we know each other since we were boys in primary school. He is married
but doesn't have children, so he is very fond of mines, especially about
Sammy; he adores him. From time to time we escape...  you know."

	"Yes I know, I didn't do it very often because I had the most
extraordinary woman that you might think, but I suppose that from now
on..." Samuel laughed openly.

	"Don't worry; I think they'll wet their panties as soon as they see
you." They laughed again and started to work.

The children and Granny went to show the house; it was placed near the
centre of the town, it had a lovely little garden, three large bedrooms
upstairs and a small one and a bathroom.  Downstairs was the large living
room with a vertical piano, kitchen, and library-office with a wonderful
fireplace, store for wood, pantries, etc, and garage. When the old woman
entered she sighed and two tears came down her wrinkled cheeks.

	"This was our favourite place; my husband used to sit in that
leather armchair and spent hours reading. Some times I played de piano for
him, though he was not very keen on music, he liked light classics tunes."
Ben pressed the old woman's hand.

	"You loved him, a lot, didn't you, Mrs?" She looked at the
beautiful blond boy and caressed his silky hair.

	"Yes, we have lived together for more than fifty years. We raised
two boys, one died when he was your age, he was very weak, all of contrary
of his younger brother Samuel, fortunately, we have these three angels as
compensation." Mary then took Ben's had.

	"Come on, I'll show you the cellar. It had been my favourite place
until we moved out to the new house." They descended to the gloomy large
room full of old junk. "Here we played..."  and saying this Mary kissed Ben
on the lips, a long and wet kiss. Ben felt his dick starting to grow, as
she added: "I hope you will invite me to play with you, too."

	"You can bet for it, Mary." She smiled and they went upstairs as
Granny continued showing the rest of the house and garage full of tools. It
was near closing time for the shops, so they hurried up and just went
inside when doors were being closed. Immediately the children started to
help the employees, and after some time all the shelves were full of
products and ready to start again early the next day, Saturday. When John
and Sammy were filling the sanitary department, John saw vaseline and
motioned Sammy to take one, but he answered they have that product at home
and did not need it; he did not realise at that moment John's
suggestion. At the same time, trucks started to arrive and offloading goods
into the adjacent store. When they finished, Sammy approached his father
and asked whether John could come to sleepover at their house.

	"Well, it doesn't depend on me; you should ask his father, first."
He stared at Patrick who answered:

	"Actually I have made the same observation to John. I don't mind if
you agree to it."

	"Alright, you deserve it." The boys cheered up, except Mary, of
course. She also wanted a sleepover for Ben, but she was a girl. When they
finished the day's task, said goodbye until tomorrow; John approached his
father and brother and kissed then goodnights. Ben and Patrick walked up to
the motel and the rest, to Samuel's home. After dining together they
returned to their room in the motel. Ben felt very happy because he wanted
to be alone with his father; he had felt some jealousy when John drove the
car thru the mountains because he could not be between his father's legs.

	"Dad, can we shower together?" Ben asked his father.

	"I wanted to suggest it to you because I can't wash properly
without touching my wounds." He grinned. They showered and Ben rubbed his
father's back and all parts he could not reach, but those touches made the
boy's cock to get hard, so when he dried, quickly went under the covers of
the large bed entirely naked, as usual. When Patrick came out of the
bathroom the boy then gestured him to lie near him; Patrick grinned slyly
because he knew what his son wanted. He went under the covers and Ben
cuddle between his arms, his butt against Patrick's crotch. Ben felt the
warmth and softness of his new father, he wanted to have sex with him
before drifting to sleep as his dick was hard as a rock; but he knew his
dad was a real father and that was off of his mind. They lay on his left
side and Patrick placed his right arm around his son's naked smooth
body. The boy sighed, as he felt comfortable and secure in his father's
arms. After a while, Ben said:

	"Dad I want you to forgive me."

	"Why? As far as I know, you have done nothing wrong that I have to
forgive. All on the contrary, you and your brother have behaved splendid
and everybody likes you. I'm proud of you both." Then the boy turned over
facing his father. He caressed the man's face and hid his head under his
jaw, then he murmured.

	"Yes you are right, but now I have you all for me. This morning I,
I felt a little bit jealous when John was driving the car, he was almost in
your lap, and..." Patrick dragged the boy to him and ruffled his blond
curly hair.

	"Alright; this is your compensation, so you are now even. However,
when you were driving, he did not feel any jealous and was proud, very
proud of you and glad that you could drive being so young. I saw it in his
eyes.

	"That's why I have asked you to forgive me because I won't ask
him. I have not been fair to him."

	"Forget it son. He worships his little brother, so we must help him
to feel reassured and understood. You must think he has not been as lucky
as you or me. John never enjoyed a father or a mother who should have
protected him; so we must fill that gap of his life, and you are doing very
well, my son." Ben sighed and turned over as he felt Patrick arm pulling
him to his body, like two spoons.  Soon both were asleep.

				Chapter 11
				--------------

But in the meanwhile, what was going on with John and Sammy? Happily, they
arrived home while Samuel remained at the store finalizing the business and
inputting the last entries into the system. They had dinner and all sat on
the living room watching some TV; eventually, Sammy yawned and looked to
his new friend.

	"Let's go to bed, I'm tired, John." Granny switched the TV off and
took a book to read; she would wait for her son. The children went
upstairs, George reluctantly to the guest room, as Sammy did when he had a
friend for a sleepover. He had wanted to sleep in the same room and to take
part in what he was sure would take place after a while. Mary did not care,
she wanted Ben and he was not there. John and Sammy entered their room and
Sammy locked the doors, he then looked into Jack's eyes and he went into
his new friend's arms; their mouth met and soon their tongues swirled
inside as two snakes. They broke apart and John suggested:

	"I find irresistible those lips of yours, Sammy, but let's
undress." He started pulling his pullover but Sammy stopped him.

	"Please Jack, let me undress you, it is something I have dreamed
about many times, and now my dream is coming true." John grinned because he
knew what was Sammy experimenting, he could notice his hard cock tenting
his trousers and a little stain caused by the precum that his erected penis
was spurting. Sammy took John's woollen pullover over his head and suddenly
their faces were separated only by a few centimetres; John could not resist
the temptation and took Sammy's face between his palms and kissed those
wonderful lips. He sighed and suggested: "Let me finish you." He then
resumed his task removing his shirt and undershirt. Sammy with delight
rubbed his friend's pectorals now starting to get muscular and his tiny
pink pups. John gasped with his friend actions and he felt his dick got
very hard.  "Please, sit on the bed, John." He did and Sammy took off his
sneakers and socks; now came the wonderful moment. He unbuttoned John's
jeans and pulled down the zipper, he introduced his thumbs in the elastic
band of his friend's underwear and dragged them down to his ankles.  John's
dick popped up in its glory and Sammy sighed in lust. He took off all his
friend's clothes and tossed them onto the armchairs. His friend was
entirely naked and hard. He looked at him expectantly and without any move,
he kneeled and took John's dick into his mouth.

	"You better get undressed," John suggested. In seconds Sammy was
naked, too, as John lay on his back on the bed. "It is all yours, Sammy,
John said. Sammy blushed again. His dick was drooling precum and he was
sure he would start spurting his load without touching himself, but he
wanted that. He again met John's lips as his new friend rubbed his back
neck, "that feels good" he thought. He sucked his nipples, then his navel
and finally he reached what had been in his mind the whole evening. He
engulfed near half of John's cock trying to go further, but he got gagged;
he still had not developed the technique to take a large dick to his
throat.

	"Let's get into 69," John suggested. But Sammy wanted his friend's
cream on his face, as he had done during the morning. He continued eagerly
sucking John's cock. The boy moaned in pleasure, he knew he was close to
his orgasm, tenderly, stopped Sammy caresses: "Please Sammy, lie down on
your back and raise your legs to your chest," He ordered. Sammy did as
instructed, and then John wetted his forefinger with saliva. Sammy had
lovely round butt cheeks and his cock was ready to shoot; he parted them
and pushed his finger into his hole.  That was too much for the
inexperienced boy, as he moaned loudly and John's finger fucked him and
touched his prostrate.

Sammy's balls contracted and soon he arched his hips starting to squirt his
white cream; his first shot reached his nostrils and the second his chin,
the rest landed on his smooth wide fatty chest and belly. When he recovered
his breathing he motioned John to him. John straddled him, put his hands on
the bed's headboard for support and offered his hard cock to his friend to
suck. A couple of minutes later, John couldn't stop his climax and groaned
as he started shooting his small load into his friend's warm cavity. Sammy
continued sucking that wonderful pole until he felt John's dick was getting
flaccid and then turned to lie near John. He put his hand around John's
neck and caressed him; he knew John liked his lips.

	"That was marvellous, John. I never thought it was so good, even
better than in my dreams. We have made a pretty mess, but as you said, the
shower will get rid of it." The two friends smiled and remained in silence
waiting for the next step.

The two young teenagers remained quiet for some minutes, John engulfed in
his thoughts. He missed Ben; he was questioning himself why he loved so
much that little and beautiful rat. He was his brother and he liked that,
they would not be separated again; their father would take care of
both. "Father", what a strange word for him! But he felt strangely
comforted thinking about it, he felt devoted to that man; he would do
anything to keep him as his father or whatever he liked he called him. He
had done something that he never thought an adult would have done for a boy
like him. How proud he felt as he was driving the car so well thru the
mountains! He was sure Ben envied him because he also had a crush on
Patrick. He irradiated affection and felt fantastic when they were
together; obeying him was a pleasure, rather than work. Yes, he had dreamt
to have a father like him. Patrick was his "real" father as he told him; he
was sure his physical father would not have been like him, so he felt happy
and secure. At these moments he missed him; he should have not accepted
Sammy's invitation, but he loved having sex and this was a great good boy."
He heard Sammy voice as coming from a strange far world of the outer space.

	"What are you thinking about, Jack? It seems you are in another
galaxy." He grinned and dragging his friend's head to him he kissed his
sexy lips; after a while, Sammy said: "I adore your kisses, John, I like
them a lot." Sammy then remembering how good his friend's finger felt in
his butt, he asked: "John, have you ever fucked other boys?" John smiled
slyly, he did not know what to answer his new friend, but he decided to be
honest with him.

	"Yes, many from the moment I was ten, especially in the Social
House." He regretted to have said those words, but it was done. Sammy wide
opened his mouth in disbelief.

	"Have you been to a Social House? Why?" John looked sad for a
moment, and then he stared into his friend's eyes.

	"Yes, my brother and I were temporally in it. Sammy, you must
promise me that you will never tell anyone about it, at least until my dad
tells your father. It is a long and sad story." He paused for a
moment. "Yes I fucked many boys and I also was fucked by a couple of them."
The last words excited the boy that sighed when he asked again.

	"John, does it hurt? John grinned and ruffled his friend hair.

	"Well, it depends on the penis' size. Usually, I was very careful
myself when I fucked another boy, especially, if it was his first time;
normally they are tight, but once they were used to my dick they liked it,
especially if they were gays." Sammy blushed deeply as he said:

	"John, I am gay and..." He did not end the sentence as John asked:

	"Do you want me to fuck you?" Sammy blushed again. He bent his head
and nodded.  Sammy raised his chin and rubbed with his lips tenderly his
smooth face cheeks. "I told you don't need to be ashamed of that, there are
thousands of boys and men gays, it is not a crime to be born being
homosexual; you must look for other boys that think or feel like you do,
especially when you grow up. As I said, I'm not gay but I like boys the
same as they like me.  Eventually, you will fall in love with someone and
you will like to share your life with him; that's what my dad says." Sammy
was hard and astonished with John's words, especially as he felt so natural
speaking about this subject.

	"Have you spoken to your dad about this subject? I wouldn't dare
even to mention it to my father."

	"Why not? He seems a good man and I would bet he will understand
your problem, and perhaps he knows it already." Sammy thought for a moment
but he looked to the handsome boy he had near him and to his hard cock. He
felt a tingle in the pit of his loins.

	"John, would you be tender? I would like to try and I think no one
would be better than you; also you must promise me not to tell anyone, will
you?"

	"Don't worry, except Ben. I would like he was here. We have done it
to other boys together." Sammy opened wide his eyes as John continued:
"Well, if you don't mind, of course."

	"No. I wouldn't mind if he can keep a secret like this."

	"He is the most adorable boy that you can imagine. He is a little
man; even sometimes I envy him because I would like to be like he is.

	"Alright." He attracted Jack's face to him and they started
caressing each other. He did not know how this would start, but he knew it
had to be hot and good as when they had their orgasms. For a few minutes,
they caressed each other, petting and touching. Their cocks were leaking
precum, and jerking in anticipation. "How would you do it, John? The
inexperienced boy grinned.

	"Do you remember what I mentioned to you when we were working in
the store?"

	"Do you mean the cream? He flushed again. "Then you knew I would
ask for it."

	"I knew you were gay just after one minute of meeting you. Now,
please, bring the KY cream, we will need it."

Sammy jumped from the bed, put a towel around his waist and entered the
bathroom. He came with a large tube in his hand; locked again the door and
tossed the towel on the armchair.

	·"Is this what you need? He gave it to John who ordered him.

	"Yes. Now lie on your back and raise your knees to your chest, so
your butt is exposed to me, like when I introduced my finger." The boy did
as instructed and Jack took the boy's dick and balls in his hand, pressing
them softly. Sammy moaned in pleasure. He applied a gob of the white cream
and started spreading it on the pink hole. As Jack touched the sensitive
nerve endings, Sammy moaned in delight.

	"Oh, Jack! It feels very good. I never thought that apparently, an
ugly part, would feel so great." Jack smiled and took another glob of cream
on his forefinger and pushed into the boy's anus. Sammy groaned. "Jack, I
think I'm going to cum if you continue doing that." John grinned and took
another gob, this time he introduced two fingers and moved them inside the
tight butt.  "Oh! Oh! Jack, please don't stop." Then he took another gobbet
of jelly and a third finger.  Sammy groaned. John stopped moving his
fingers and remained quiet until Sammy calmed down.

	"I think you are ready now." He retrieved his fingers, put another
wad of the slippery substance on his cock and spread it. With his left
hand, he guided his rock hard penis to the entry of his friend's
premises. "Sammy I'm going to enter you, if it feels too painful or you
want to stop, please let me know it." The excited boy nodded with a
gasp. John placed his cock rubbing Sammy's anus, his left hand on the boy's
hip, and his right one wrapping his boy tool, and then suddenly pushed
hard. He was very young and his cock wasn't too thick, but long enough; so
the head and a couple of inches went inside the young teenager.  He then
asked "Does it hurt?

	"Not much, please stay there while I get used to it." After one
minute Sammy said: "Come in John" The young teenager pushed hard until his
ball slapped against Sammy's butt, he was entirely inside him. Sammy felt a
mix of pain and pleasure as Jack's cock touched his prostrate. "Stay there
for a minute before you give the next push." John grinned, bent his body
and reached his friend's sexy lips. Sammy welcomed his lips, their tongues
mixed and soon Sammy forgot any pain. While they were united like this,
John started moving a little in/out and left/right. Sammy broke the kiss
and moaned. "Oh, Jack that feels so, so good...! Please enter me
entirely. Jack smiled.

	"I'm fully into you, Sammy." The boy extended out his arms and
dragged John to him, again their mouth met in long and passionate
moments. That was good for John; he was close to his orgasm, so his tension
cooled down. Eventually, he started fucking the boy. John retracted,
leaving only the head of his long cock into Sammy's guts, then he pushed
slowly until his balls slapped against the boy butt. He increased the pace
out/in thrusts as Sammy was in continued moans.

	"Fuck me hard, John, fuck me hard!" He was in uncontrolled ecstasy,
he wanted more and more his prostrate be rubbed. John shovelled inside the
boy, his lust had overridden him and he was thrusting the boy with all his
strength. The bed moved at the same pace. Sammy could not control himself;
the wonderful feeling arrived and he contracted his butt muscles as he shot
his first spurt that landed on his nose. He had never shot so hard without
being touched; a second shot reached his neck and a few more on his small
patch of silky hair on the base of his hard cock. For John that was the
signal, as he felt his cock squeezed into Sammy's bowels he could not stop,
he gave a hard thrust and started spurting his seeds into his friend's
bowels.  After a few more thrusts he fell on top of Sammy; he was almost
exhausted and breathing hard.  Sammy received him with a strong hug and
started kissing him around his face. After a minute both remained quiet as
John slid to his right side, still his dick inside of his new friend. Once
they had recovered their breath, Sammy said: "Thank you, John, it has been
marvellous; I never thought this would be so wonderful and great. I think I
love you." John moved a little and rubbed with his tongue those lips he
liked.

	"Sammy, please, don't confuse lust with love. Love is something
different. You like me and I like you and we can have sex any time, but I
don't think you love me. When you love someone you will not mind to have
sex or not, but having sex with him or she will be the most beautiful thing
that can happen to you, even if that person hurts you, you would accept
it." A blur appeared on Sammy's brown eyes.

	"You are right Jack, but how do you know that? Are you or have you
been in love with anyone?" He paused. "I scarcely can remember, but my dad
loved my mom in that way. He knew my mother wasn't a good woman, he knew
she was with another man, but he was ready to forgive her and all her
offences if she loved him and remained with us, but she did not. She hated
him and I think she hated us because we were his children. I was only five
and I watched my dad crying, so I faced her with rage and I told her to go
away and never return, I told her that I hated her and she left. Granny
explained to me that I only cried when I was near my dad and that even I
forgot her name. I have never regretted what I said to her. Granny became
our mom and we never missed that selfish woman." Their cock had gotten
flaccid and they were facing one another; John rubbed tenderly his lips
with the back of his hand.

	"Sorry, I have woken up those feelings on you. You asked me whether
I am or had been in love... Well, I thought I was." John turned around and
showed Sammy the scars on his back.  Sammy opened his mouth in disbelief as
John continued: "I received those lashes because they were destined to the
person I loved and I knew that he wouldn't resist them; I was whipped
because I thought he would die and I could not bear him being hurt. Later
on, I found out that those lashes weren't for him, but me, that it was only
a trick to take me." Sammy astonished gasped and asked him.

	"You must have loved him a lot, Jack; but you said you are not
gay... How were you in love with a boy, or was he a man? Who did that to
you and why?" Jack attracted the boy to him and sucked his sexy lips.

	"I positively know I'm not gay because I don't like sexually any
boy over fifteen, let alone a man; yet, I know I'll love him even when he
grows and become a man. Almost certainly I won't be attracted to him
sexually, but I still will love him. That's the difference between love and
lust.  Who made me these scars? It was an adult. Do you know what bondage
is?" Sammy did not respond and Jack continued: "You know it is similar to
slavery but different. Some persons enjoy sexually while they punish and
produce pain on others, to the point to hurt them; but...  Well, that's a
long story and I don't want to tell you now. Please, Sammy, you must not
tell anybody about this; only my dad and my brother know it."

	"Don't worry John, you have my word. I like you a lot and probably
you are the only real friend that I have had since I was eight. No one had
ever trusted me or made confidences like you are doing and appreciate
that. I want to tell you that I would like to be your best friend...  well
if you like me, of course." Jack looked at him, raised his chin so he could
see his dark eyes.

	"I like you a lot, Sammy. You are the only one to whom I have made
these confidences and I'm glad that I did to you. Sometimes you feel the
need to trust in someone and..." He smiled and kissed Sammy a long and wet
kiss. "...To fuck your beautiful butt." Sammy grinned and pointed to his
hard cock, he raised his legs to his chest but Jack said: "This time it
will be different." John laid his back on the bed and motioned Sammy to
straddle him, then he guided him to sit on his hard cock; he did and in a
single push he got entirely impaled on John's long tool as he moaned
loudly. Then he bent over and started lapping him. That was the way they
enjoyed their friendship during the whole night until both were exhausted,
then still with Jack logged into Sammy's butt, they drifted to sleep.

				Chapter 12
				--------------

Cuddled in Patrick's arms, Ben woke up, he had drunk too much lemonade
during dinner and he needed to empty his bladder. It was very early, the
sun was not yet rising, though a bright light entered thru the
window. Patrick was lying on his back and probably having a good dream
because his manhood was hard as a rock and drooling abundant precum. The
central heating was on and he instinctively had dragged off the covers,
which excited the boy. After emptying his bladder his thin and long dick
remained hard, he squeezed it and started to rub it. He sat near his
father, he wanted to give pleasure to him because he loved this man with
all his heart.  He could not wake him up because he probably would reject
what he wanted to do: to make him enjoy. Carefully he took Patrick's near
eight inches dick between his hands and slowly started to jerk it off. The
man moaned in pleasure as Ben stroked that long shaft, but he wanted more.

He stared at his father with love, he would have liked to kiss him, to rub
his chest; he loved rubbing his chest's soft hair, but that would wake him
up, so he decided to suck softly that big tool. He knew how to do it
because John had taught him. He positioned near him, took with his right
hand the man's cock and introduced into his mouth. He slurped while sucking
the big redhead; Patrick was moaning as Ben sucked his cock's head, the boy
put the tip of his tongue in the pee slit as he sucked; after one minute,
Patrick started moving his head to each side on the pillow articulating
intelligible words. Ben knew that his father was not far from his climax,
so he intensified his sucking, at the same time he rubbed his wet shaft up
and down softly. Soon the man stopped breathing, arched his hips and
exploded into the young boy's mouth with a large shot of thick semen. Ben
did not like the flavour, so he did not swallow it, but a second one came
as Patrick opened his eyes and found his son sucking him. He could not
believe it.

	"No, Ben! My son! Please no! Oh, my God! Ben's mouth left Patrick's
cock but he continued stroking it hard; now the spurts targeted on his face
and smooth chest. Patrick then extended out his arms to his son: "Ben,
please, why did you do that?" The boy went into his father's arms feeling
his large cock rubbing his legs still jerking with his heartbeats. Patrick
tenderly started kissing him around his face, his neck, ears, cheeks lips,
nose... everywhere he could caress his new son, finally, he hugged him very
tight to his chest; the boy's head was on his shoulder and he could notice
the hard little cock pressing against his belly. With all the tenderness he
could muster he murmured in the boy's ear: "I love you, Benny, I love you
with all my heart; you didn't need to do that to me. I'm a man and you are
a little boy, it is alright for me that you do this with John or with other
boys of your age, I know you did it because you love me but..." The boy
raised his head and kissed Patrick a peck on the lips, the beautiful cherub
looked into the man eyes with a pout on his face.

	"Dad, are you mad on me?" Patrick then took him on his arms again
and dragged him to his chest tenderly, kissing his blond hair several
times.

	"Ben, how could I be mad on you, my son? Never! I'm your father and
you mean a lot to me. I must thank you for what you have done, but please,
please Ben, never do it again. Do you know, if anyone knew this I could go
to jail for years." The boy opened wide his lovely blue eyes.

	"Why? You are my father and you have not forced me to do it! I
don't understand why I cannot do it if you and I enjoy this. To whom should
I make it better than to my father? You care about me, you love me...Of
course, we won't tell anyone, but why could they jailed you for this?"
Patrick caressed his son's silky hair and caressed his smooth cheeks.

	"Benny, this society believes that's wrong and punishes it. In the
old times, and now in some countries, it was normal, but we live here and
we must accept the rules; that's all. We cannot change them. An adult must
do it with another adult but not with a child. However, some adults enjoy
doing it with boys or girls, and boys and girls that enjoy doing it with
adults; it should be like that, but it is not." The boy smiled and asked:

	"Dad, do you like doing it with boys or women?"

	"To be honest, I prefer a beautiful woman Benny; however, I do not
condemn who prefers boys or girls as long as they are not forced to do
it. I did it many times when I was a boy to other boys, and they did it to
me. It is normal explorations as you grow up and that means
nothing. Sometimes boys think that having sex with other boys will become
them in gays or queers, that's not true; in general, a gay or homosexual
person is born with it." Ben approached his new father and hugged him
softly. Patrick embraced him back.

	"I love you, dad. I fully agree with you." They got silence for a
moment, and then Ben said: "I must tell you something, dad, I know that you
won't tell anyone." Patrick looked at his son expectantly. "Yesterday I had
my first contact with a girl..." The boy related the time Mary and he had
spent in her room. "Dad, it was fantastic, I never enjoyed what I did as
yesterday, and she is so hot..." Patrick grinned and could see how his
son's penis was very hard. Then the boy said: "Dad, you aren't hard. Why
don't you get an erection like me?" The boy smiled. Patrick dragged the boy
to his chest and placed him on top of him, sat on his haired chest facing
him.

	"Benny, your dick is hard, so I am going to do something to you to
relieve your little brother's tension. But remember, this is only once and
I won't repeat it." Saying this he placed his hand around Ben's butt cheeks
and dragged him to his face; before he could realise Patrick took into his
mouth the child total package, he sucked him as he had done long time ago
to his best friend. Ben felt himself in the seventh cloud; he inclined his
head back and closed his eyes.  Patrick expertly sucked his little cock and
he felt how it jerked against his palate as his dry orgasm approached. Ben
trembled, his little body shuddered and he started thrusting his cock into
his father's mouth. He moaned loudly with a final thrust when the orgasmic
point reached its peak. He fell back on top of Patrick's abdomen, and as he
recovered he felt the man's soft tool near his head.

Patrick knew that an immature child recovered quickly and he wanted Ben to
remember forever those intimated moments, so he continued sucking the hard
little dick. Ben commenced moaning. After a few minutes the boy felt again
that beautiful feeling rising from his butt up to his cock, he pushed down
into his father's mouth as he groaned in the peak of his sexual
excitement. Patrick stopped sucking his son as the boy's penis started
getting flaccid. The boy scooted down a little and lay on top of his
father, remaining quiet during a few minutes, the ringlets of his curly
blond hair touching the man's chin. When he recovered, slid to his right
side and caressed tenderly his new father chest soft hair, he was very
happy and felt the need to cuddle in his dad's arms; as he did so, Patrick
said: "I think we need to get rid of your sweat."  The boy grinned, raised
his beautiful face and kissed his father.

	"I don't mind to be covered by my sweat if it doesn't disturb you,
dad, I like that and I love being within your arms." Patrick dragged his
son's body to him even closer and kissed him on the wet hair. After a few
moments, the boy said: "Sometimes I feel that I adore you, dad; and the
minimum risk of losing you make me sad. It was very hard for me when I lost
my father because I loved him as I do to you." The man hugged very tight
the boy that was on the verge of crying. He did not want to break those
beautiful and intimate moments interrupting the boy.  "What we have done
this morning I did because I wanted you to be near me, I know it is
selfish, but I can't help feeling like that; in those moments, when you hug
and cuddle me into your arms I feel like the happiest boy in the
world. Dad, could we do this from time to time?" Patrick thought for a
moment, he did not like to have sex with children, let alone with his sons,
but he had to be very careful with his sensitive son.

	"Ben, you know that I'm devoted to you and your brother. I can't
deny you anything; I wouldn't be honest if I said I didn't enjoy it, but
you are my son and I would like this be only once. I don't want this to be
repeated. You may do it with your brother or a friend; whichever pleases
you best, but, please, don't ask me this again." The boy looked
disappointed.

	"But dad, I love to caress your chest hair and sometimes I get
hard, I don't know why but I feel the need to rub my cock against you until
the nice feeling comes." Patrick rubbed softly the boy face and his silky
hair.

	"That won't represent any problem; you can do it as much as you
like but I can't participate in the play like today." The boy grinned and
hugged his dad.

	"That would be enough for me, dad; what I want is to have moments
like these cuddled in your arms, to caress you and feel your body gripped
to mine."

	"I will eagerly receive you and your brother in my bed, but I want
you not to expect an active role in sex from me. Now beautiful boy, let's
get a shower and have some breakfast; I must remind you that we have a job
to do in Samuel's store, besides, to prepare our move to our new
home. Also, next Monday I will suggest Samuel to accompany me to his
children's school for your registration, however tonight we need to discuss
whether you both want to live in this town or not. I think this is a good
place and out of the police search." The boy nodded and both jumped from
the bed and went into the shower. They soaped and cleaned each other
enjoying their closeness. They finished and dressed after having an
abundant breakfast in the restaurant, they left the motel. At the arrival
to the mall, they met John, Sammy and Mary; little George had remained in
bed. Mary immediately approached Ben and pressed his hand; he looked at her
and she then whispered in his ear:

	"I have missed you a lot last night." Ben blushed as he felt his
little cock getting hard. He smiled at her and all four went to their
duties in the store. It was Saturday with a lot of work to do, the few
staff Samuel had, needed a hand, especially during the morning, since
afternoon normally was quieter. Patrick continued his task while Samuel
attended the few patients that came to the clinic. He received a couple of
calls from very close friends to attend some emergency moments, and while
he was getting ready, Patrick advised him:

	"Take your time, Samuel; since you have a cellular phone, if we
have any problem we'll call you. By the way, Samuel, I need to make a few
long-distance telephone calls to..." He thought for a moment and then
added: "Well, I know the answer in advance, therefore, I will make only
one."

	"You don't need to tell me that, Patrick; do whatever you need."

	"Thank you." Samuel left, and now that he was quiet, dialled one
number of Baltimore. A man answered and as Patrick identified himself the
man shouted to his wife:

	"Nancy, it is Patrick. Oh my God! Patrick where are you and how do
you feel? I can't believe you are calling me, the doctor had bad
expectations about your recovery." His eyes blurred and Patrick had to
fight to keep his emotions controlled as he was speaking to the only
faithful friend he ever had. He heard in the background the yells of the
two twelve and ten y/o girls that took the duplicate phone: "Uncle Patrick!
Uncle Patrick!  Please come back, we miss you a lot!" After some moments,
the emotions cooled down; he related to his real friend and family what had
happened and before he could add anything more, he heard Nancy: "Patrick,
please come back. We'll start again, you are our only real family." Manuel,
his friend insisted: "Please, Patrick, come back; if you don't feel well to
drive, I'll fly to fetch you, but you need a family to take care of you."
He could hear the sobs thru the line of the contained emotions, finally, he
said:

	"Manuel, I'm not alone." He heard silence and understood what his
friend was thinking, he then added: "You are wrong Many; it isn't a woman,
but two boys; it is too soon to forget Nora." He then started telling him
all about his new sons and the circumstances about them.  "They are my sons
Many, they have given me a cause to fight for, as I did for my late ones. I
love them and we are a family, and believe me, they deserve being loved."
The man on the other end of the line said:

	"Patrick, we are your family and their family, too. We can arrange
the accommodation here, we'll start together again as in the old times."
With some reluctance Patrick said:

	"Sorry Many and Nancy, I must finish, I have a lot to do; I promise
I'll call you again. We are moving to a house, from there we'll talk. I
send a great kiss to those beautiful girls and hugs for you." He hanged up
the phone and wiped his tears out; he did not want the children to know.
John and Ben had come to ask him permission to go to the swimming pool with
the other brothers, as soon as George arrived. They had heard everything,
especially, what they were concerned about. The two boys went to him and
hugged the man very tight. They knew had found a real father. "Please sons,
keep this for us." They nodded.

When Samuel came back, he did not agree the children going to swim, at
least during the morning since there were many customers and the store's
personnel needed some help; he advised them that after lunch they could
go. The children protested but as normal children do, soon forgot all about
and continued their work. Around midday normally the Bank's security car
came to collect the money, but that day Samuel received a call from his
friend, the local National Bank Mgr., advising the car had had some serious
engine problems, therefore the money must be brought personally to the
bank. Samuel explained all about to Patrick, especially that if any thieves
knew it and were ready to assault them, surely they would watch his car
leaving the store; Patrick then suggested:

	"Samuel, we can go with my car, you can drive it, my sons would
come with us with the money in simple plastic bags as if we had been
purchasing groceries, nobody knows us in this place so they cannot suspect
anything; besides, I need to check my payment card accounts to know whether
they have any money left." Samuel thought this was a good idea, so he
phoned his friend James Hartwell, he would arrive after lunch when the
majority of clients had left. The whole group joking went to the cafeteria
and they had a great time together. Mary sat near Ben and both started a
low conversation with many giggles between; John guessed all about and did
not mind, but Sammy was a little upset with his sister's secrecies. They
returned walking to the store, Samuel extracted and counted the money and
put it into two plastic bags, along with some vegetables on two others, the
four of them reached the car that had already been parked near the normal
gate and Samuel drove smoothly to the centre of the town. They placed the
car on nearby parking near the bank and all walked in, so the money safely
arrived into it. James received them with some giggles and Samuel made the
introductions. Then Patrick said: "I need to check with James my credit
cards, if you want, you can take the car with you; we can walk back.

	"Thanks, Patrick, but I don't need any car," Samuel answered. "I'll
walk myself because I need to check on one of my patients on the way back."
He left and Patrick said to his sons: "Please, John, Ben, go to the car and
bring my wallet, it must be in the gloves box." He extracted the car's keys
and gave them to John; they ran to the car, opened it. Ben sat on the front
of the driving wheel motioning as if he were driving; John opened the box
and took the wallet, but he had taken it from the wrong side, it opened and
he watched how a square little paper slip came out falling on the car's
floor, between his legs. As any boy's curiosity, he took the paper to
replace it in the wallet, but he saw it was a betting receipt, he had a
look into it and could check it was from the previous draw; the numbers
were 1-2-3-46-48-49, plus 47 as the extra number. His heart started racing
and his face got white as if he had seen a ghost. Ben stared at him scared:

	"John, what's up? Are you well? You look as if you have seen a
ghost! John had the paper between his fingers, his hands trembling; when he
felt a little bit better he said:

	"I'm alright Benny. By the way, you always had a quick memory, do
you remember the lottery combination shown on the papers?"

	"Do you mean that of the 120 million bucks? It is very easy to
remember: 1-2-3-46-48- 49; the extra number 47. Why?" John got even
whiter. He showed the paper slip to his new brother as he reclined on the
seat to calm his tremble. "Almighty God!" Ben exclaimed becoming as whiter
as his brother was. Stammering he added: "Was... was it in the wallet?"

	"Yes, and dad doesn't know that he is very rich." Ben looked into
his brother's eyes.

	"No John; we are very rich. Didn't you hear him this morning?"

	"Sorry Benny, yes, we are very rich." He thought for a moment but
he rejected his thoughts. "Let's go, probably he is missing us. But what
shall we do?" Ben reacted immediately.

	"We cannot risk losing that sacred paper. I would suggest you keep
it and I would get the wallet, just in case someone tries to catch us. You
can run; you are faster and stronger than I am. We must give it to him
immediately." They did as thought; locked the car and ran to the bank, just
a block ahead. Patrick was preoccupied thinking that they were being
delayed by someone, but soon he could see thru the windows both boys
running as fast as a bobcat. They stormed into the bank breathing hard and
closed the door behind. The bank employees watched them with some annoyance
as they thought the boys were not enough educated, they entered the
office. Patrick watched them carefully, this was not the way they normally
behaved.

	"Boys, what's going on?" He asked astonished to them, he would have
no expected such conduct from his sons. Also, James was surprised. When
they recovered their breath looked at each other and John asked:

	"Dad, please, can we talk... in private?" Since James was present
he thought it was not polite; however, Patrick realised that perhaps the
police had questioned them and that was a matter to talk privately. Patrick
glanced at the banker and he motioned them to enter into a little room near
his office, closing the door behind himself. When they were alone, John
added: "Sorry dad, it seems bad-mannered, but it is something too important
to share with someone else."

	"Have you been questioned by the police? What did they ask you?"
Patrick asked impatiently to the boys.

	"It is nothing to do with the police." Ben intervened. "You are
rich, dad!" Patrick grinned and hugged both children indulgently.

	"I know I'm rich because I have the most wonderful and beautiful
sons of the world, but I don't mind if you say that in public; we must get
used to that." John looked desperate.

	"No, dad, we mean you are rich in money!" Patrick got serious as
John extracted the piece of paper and Ben the wallet and showed it to
him. He added: "This is the lottery bet that the newspapers are talking
about. Ben knows the numbers and they exactly coincide with these." Now the
one to get white was Patrick; he looked again the small piece of paper."

	"Are... are you sure, sons?"

	"Absolutely. You are a very wealthy man, dad." He looked at them,
put his large arms around their shoulders and kissed both on the hair.

	"No. If this is correct I'm not rich, we are rich, sons." He
stressed the words. He continued. "Now I remember when I entered in that
betting house to buy some foods, it was not my intention to bet, but the
young man asked me. With all these exciting events I had forgotten
everything about this and what I did that day. Now it seems it happened a
century ago." He hugged again both boys and smiled at them. He then asked
his sons: "How do you feel being rich, boys?" They chuckled and both jabbed
his father. "Well let's go inside, we will need a bank and this is as good
as any other. Please don't talk, unless I ask you. Let me do it because we
don't need any publicity. You know very well what could happen; we would be
on the front page of all newspapers of the country, for obvious reasons
that are something that we don't like.  Besides, it could be very dangerous
for us." The three together entered James' office and he politely asked
Patrick to sit down again in front of his desk.

	"Well, Patrick, let me have those credit cards to check. They
grinned and extracted the piece of paper and showed to him. The man opened
his eyes and mouth in disbelief.  Stammering he added: "Patrick if this is
what I'm thinking it is, you will have in your account within minutes more
than 90 million dollars after tax." Of course, this will bring a lot of
publicity, and if I am not silly you wouldn't like it."

	"You are right. For your guidance, James, we have nothing to hide,
you can check it with the police if you want it right now, but we want to
live here as normal persons strictly in the anonymity; I want my children
to go to the school and have normal friends and happy life. I suppose you
understand it."

	"I would do the same as you think; nevertheless, as soon as we take
that money someone will release the news, especially to the banks trying to
get that money into their safe."  Patrick nodded and James continued. "They
surely will find out the bank but we can open a serial account to prevent
any bank employee to find out, except the General Director and me.  Only
with the owner written authorisation, we could release the name, and always
if it is necessary to clarify a criminal process or a High Court requests,
with the same aim."

	"That seems alright, James. We trust in your bank that had been
mine since twenty years ago and I have not had any complaint about it. I'll
be the account main owner and my sons John and Ben as subsidiaries in case
something could happen to me. A third of the total amount will be kept in a
Fund administered by the Bank in the name of my two sons. If something
happened to me, the Bank will pay his studies and a monthly amount for
their decent living until they are twenty-one y/o; at that age, they will
decide by themselves in respect of their fortune." James looked at the boys
and to Patrick.

	"Patrick, let me say that you are doing something impossible to
prevent; now they are only boys, but they can change in the future, by
themselves or influenced by someone else so that this money could go to
strange hands." Patrick was to interrupt James, but James raised his hand
and continued: "I know that you trust them and love them, but few fathers
would do a similar thing." He then, addressing to the boys added: "You have
an exceptional father, boys; I expect you will understand this someday."
John was visibly affected by his father's decision and James words; he
wanted to argue but he obeyed what his father had told them, however, he
could not stop his large eyes blurred with emotion. He promised himself to
prove that man that his father was right trusting at least on him.

He swallowed his tears and as he looked at his brother, Ben was close to
exploding; both boys put his hands on his father's shoulders and reassured
him their love. Patrick pressed them, he wanted to kiss his little hands,
but that was a serious moment and emotions must be kept out.  James
extracted a computer pad from under his desk, he made some punches and
introduced the little paper under the laser optical label reader, after
some checking the machine confirmed the document's authentication,
requesting the password. James handed the pad to Patrick.

End of Part 2