Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2019 16:43:52 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: ETERNAL LOVE PART 3

			ETERNAL LOVE
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PART 3
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				Chapter 13
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	"Please, Patrick, introduce your password." He did, and in less
than one minute the system asked account number, this was introduced by
James: so in a couple of minutes, more than 90 million dollars were
transferred, retaining nearly 30 millions as income tax. The system
produced a secret receipt with name and account number. The money was
already there.  James signed the paper extended out his hand and shook with
Patrick's. "We will arrange your disposal and instructions regarding your
sons' money; that will take a few days as the contract is written down and
signed by my uncle Peter, he is the Capital General Director. "Now I
suppose you will need some money." They laughed. Patrick kept silence for a
moment, and then said:

	"Please, validate my current cards so I can use them. And another
question: Do you have Samuel's project in your files cabinet?" James rose
from his seat, opened a metal cabinet and extracted a large folder
containing drawings and reports about Samuel application for funds to build
the new commercial complex. He showed to him: "What do you think about this
project?  I'm not arguing about the financial part because I have decided
to back up it. My question is, do you think is there anything missing?"
James smiled.

	"No Patrick. Samuel has thought on everything, every detail is
shown here, it is a beautiful project and I'm sure you will never regret
investing your money here; however, I wonder if he will accept your
conditions." Patrick grinned.

	"Please, give us some time to reach Samuel's office and let me
convince him; as soon as we finish here you will phone him telling that you
have found a financial partner. I will be there by then." James then said:

	"Today will be a great day for Samuel, for this Bank and this
town. Thanks, Patrick for trusting us." Patrick smiled thinking in the
surprise he would give to his new friend.

	"I have some other favours to ask you, James. This is strictly
confidential and only you and my children must know it. I need the best
lawyer we can find, I want some injustices to be repaired and only an
efficient and good lawyer can do it." James grinned as he said:

	"I think I have what you are looking for. It is very difficult to
reach him; I suppose you have heard about Marcus Hartwell, he is my uncle,
I'll phone him and I'll let you know about."

	"I didn't connect him with you. I heard he was a firm candidate to
the Supreme Court, appointed by the Democrats." James nodded. "Alright
then, I'll wait for your news, now we must go to continue with our task."
They shook hands as the phone rang. When they were outside the bank
building, the boys looked at his father and Patrick smiled: "I know you are
a little bit upset about what James said, but he is a professional and felt
obliged to talk to a good client as he did; he doesn't know you as I do; so
please, forgive him." As they were boarding the car John asked:

	"Dad, what shall we do now? We don't need to work for Samuel or
anybody else."

	"Remember John, we don't need any publicity, we must continue being
what we were this morning. Tomorrow, if not tonight, a swarm of
newspapermen will rash into this town trying to find out what we know very
well; if they discover us, we are lost. In a couple of days you would be in
the orphanage and I could not bear that." The boy put his arms around his
father waist and hugged him very tightly.

	"Sorry dad, I am so confused..." Ben then intervened.

	"John, you must think this is like a dream and shut up." The older
boy smiled at his brother. Patrick started the vehicle and a few minutes
later they were parking the car near the store main gate. The man
instructed his sons:

	"After the meeting with Samuel, we will have lunch and tonight in
our room we will jointly discuss what we are going to do, as we did in the
mountains. We need to talk about our future after a good dinner and
shower." They entered Samuel's office, the boys and the girl had gone home
asking his father to tell John and Ben to join them after lunch.

	"It has taken a little bit longer than I thought to check those
cards. I suppose you chatted with James; he is a good man to talk to. At
that moment the phone rang, Samuel heard what James was saying on the other
side of the line with an open mouth. "...He is in front of me?"  Samuel
could not believe it and seemed a joke. "Are you joking, James?" Samuel
hanged the phone and trembling looked into his new friend eyes. "Is that
true, Patrick?"

	"Yes, it is. I didn't deceive you yesterday, Samuel; but this
morning the goddess "Fortune" has been very generous with us. You can have
your ten million dollars in order your dream comes true." Samuel could not
speak, he was astonished and could not believe what was happening as
Patrick continued: "You can fix the conditions and I'll accept them, even
without signing any paper. From tomorrow on, that money will be ready for
your disposal." For an answer, Samuel stood and with blurred eyes, he
hugged the man and the boys.

	"Thank you, Patrick. We'll remain quiet until the situation cools
down. Tomorrow the pressmen will assault this town and the neighbour
ones. We'll wait until next February to start the works; that's a good time
after the snow disappears from the streets. We'll have time enough to meet
our goal. Now I'm starving and I suppose you are the same." They nodded and
the group went to have a huge lunch. "I can't believe it, Patrick, I
can't..." Patrick told him all about his bet and the circumstances occurred
in the Bank.

	"I have some plans to discuss with my sons; nevertheless, except a
trip of one or two days to the Capital City, we'll remain working for you
until your computer man comes from his honeymoon. Tomorrow we'll move to
your mother's old home, and the next Sunday we'll take your mom and the
children for a trip to somewhere to celebrate our partnership." Samuel
agreed and they had a pleasant lunch; when they returned, Sammy, Mary and
George were waiting for them; they discarded going to swim, arguing that
they had to prepare their bags for the move. "Tomorrow, after the removal,
you can go swimming for the whole afternoon, if you want." He then added to
encourage Samuel's children: "And if you behave as good children your
father and I have planned to make a trip to go anywhere that you like; so
you must think where to go." Sammy then said:

	"So, my father had decided to fulfil his promise...! That's good,
dad. We have worked hard this summer and we think we deserve it, but it
will cost you a little bit of money. We must discuss with Ben and John and
to agree with the place, we'll let you know during the next week, so you
have time to plan it." The boys and men worked that historical evening
until the store was ready to open the following Monday. They said
goodbye. It was dark and John sat in front of the driving wheel and drove
the big car thru the few hundreds of metres that separated them from the
motel; after parking in front of their cabin, Patrick suggested:

	"We better have a good dinner now and take some sandwiches and
fresh fruit, two bottles of milk for you and some fruit juice for me, we
need to talk after showering and probably we'll feel angry before going to
bed. The boys nodded and all three went into the restaurant.  The boys ate
slowly but abundantly until they felt full after having large ice cream as
dessert.  Patrick took the paper bag containing the sandwiches and bottles
and walked up to their room; Ben took his right hand to his mouth as a
great belch came out followed by John. Patrick smiled. "It seems you have
enjoyed your dinner." The boys put his arms around his father's waist and
pressed him.

	"Yes, a lot," Ben said with a smile. "We are ready for any
adventure now." He jabbed his brother and both ran to their room laughing
and squealing. After entering, they locked the door and drew the heavy and
thick curtains. After taking off their sneakers, the boys jumped on top of
the large bed and started wrestling, they were sweating as his father told
them:

	"Please stop; your socks stink and I believe you need a good bath,
however before that, I'll take mine. Would you please help me? I must take
care of my forgotten wounds." Without any insistence from his father, Ben
and John started taking off his clothes, leaving only their underwear but
they could see each other were sporting a lovely hard-on tenting their
shorts.  Ben went to fill the large tub with hot water while John helped
Patrick to undress. Once he was naked he sat in the warm water, carefully
unwrapped the bandages covering his wounds, they looked much better and he
thought next day would try to drive him, he did not want to risk John being
caught by the police driving a large car without a licence. At unison, both
boys took off their underwear and with his dicks pointing to each other,
they entered into the large tub and started soaping his father among jokes
and laughs. When they finished drying him, Patrick left the boys at their
own and closed the door behind him, leaving it ajar; he then started taking
care of his wounds. He wanted to write down a notebook those questions that
he wanted to discuss with his sons.

When their father left, John looked into his little brother's wonderful
blue eyes and as if a spring pushed them, Ben hugged his elder brother and
John placed his arms around the smooth back of his near twelve years old
new brother. Their lips met in a tender and long embrace. When they
separated their dicks were harder than ever before.

	"I don't know why I love you so much, Benny. When I'm with another
boy or girl, I think that we'll never repeat this, but I can't help it, I
like you too much Benny, and I will continue adoring you even if you don't
like me. Sometimes I think this is insane, but I can't do differently from
the moment I saw you in that small room in the orphanage." Ben for an
answer dragged his brother head to him and started kissing him desperately,
his tongue parted his brother's teeth and met John's warm cavity; their
saliva mixed as their passion increased. Ben pulled down John and soon they
were sucking each other in a 69 position on the bottom of the tub.  Ben was
on top of his brother and after a couple of minutes he stopped and stood;
he gave his hand to his brother and John went on his knees. Ben tenderly
caressed his brother's hair and he also kneeled in front of his brother.

	"John, I will never stop loving you. You represent all what I have
wanted and when we are separated I'm continuously thinking about what you
would be doing. I don't feel jealousy for instance when you are making love
to a girl or a boy, no; I'm just missing you, so it is not sex what I want
like now, but your love, your understanding, your protection... everything
that a big brother does for a younger brother." He stared into his big
brother beautiful large eyes and hugged him very tightly. "I love you,
John, I love you with all my heart. Please, please, never stop loving me,
protecting me because I think I'll need you for the rest of my life."

Their mouths met again, this time long and passionately. They made love as
if there was no tomorrow and as many times before. They ended breathing and
sweating in a mutual tight hug.

They enjoyed those moments of relaxing and intimacy. When they were fully
recovered, looked into each other eyes and caressed tenderly each other;
then stood and washed. When finished, they left the bathroom and naked sat
near their father that was reading the bank documentation, each one with
one leg folded and the other hanging from the bed. Patrick had a notebook
on his hands; they looked at him and grinned after caressing his back.

	"Let's discuss our future, though tonight we'll discuss only one
point that seems urgent, we can postpone the rest until I solve some little
problems and probably make a couple of trips.  The main question is whether
we remain living here or we go to a larger city where we could live without
being noticed. This small town has some advantages: is far away from any
other town, there is a good school and we have friends; good friends that
helped us when we had nothing.  As far as I know, I have only another one
like them, Manuel; he lives in Baltimore with his wife and two daughters of
ten and twelve years old. He's the son of a Mexican immigrant and is one of
the most intelligent persons I ever met. Two days ago I phoned him and he
and his family encouraged me to return and live with them, when I told them
that I had adopted two boys they even insisted me to come back and live
with them, sharing their small home."

	"If we must live in another place than here, I would be glad living
with that family." John suggested, but he continued: "Dad my opinion is
that we remain here, this is a good place and good people, and besides you
have interests with Samuel. I don't miss any place because I only can
remember the orphanage and many different boys." Ben then intervened.

	"Dad, I'm not sure where I was born, I think it was in New Jersey;
we travelled around the world so I don't have any place to miss. As John
says, I think this is a good location, we have friends and soon, when we
enter the school we'll have a lot more. Let's stay here, dad."

	"Item closed, then," Patrick said. "We'll stay here for a minimum
of one year, after that time we could talk again if you want it. Next
Monday we'll go to the school to make the pre- inscription and probably
you'll be the subject of an examination to know the level of your
knowledge. You must say we have been living abroad during a few years and
that you have not any records available now. That's not important for the
school. I presume that within a couple of weeks we'll travel to the Capital
City to meet an excellent lawyer. This is very important because I want to
legally adopt you, so we don't need to be all the time scared because the
police may ask you something." Ben bent his head remembering what they had
suffered in the orphanage.

	"If we go to a barrister, probably they will oblige us to return to
that horrible place, leaving you alone. I don't think that's a good
idea. Who would find out that we aren't your real sons?" Ben said very
concernedly. John then pressed his brother's hand. He thought he could face
that place again if necessary, otherwise, they would be the whole
life-risking their own identity; he then added:

	"Benny, you are right and dad too. However we must face reality
once forever, if necessary to return, we'll go, but I'm sure dad will never
permit us living in there for a long time."  Patrick felt his heart
bleeding with those words, that boy was so brave, so smart... he thought he
would never leave them.

	"Ben, we'll meet that lawyer, we'll listen to what he has to say;
if there is a minimum risk of you separating from me, we'll run away far
from this country to a place where we can live together and without any
problem. We have not committed any crime. Even I would do something that
all honest hackers promised: 'Never doing something against the Law with
our knowledge.' I could access to any computer and delete anything, even
the death of my sons, so you could be them. Yet, money can open many
doors. I'll apply for passports just in case."  Patrick put his arms around
his sons and added: "I'll never consent you being away from me, at least
while you need me." The boys hugged his father tenderly as he said: "We'll
remain together even if I have to spend until the last dollar that I have."

	"Thanks, dad. You are the father that I always missed and wanted to
have." John said.  Ben watched his father's pride in his eyes. He then
continued.

	"Now we have another item to open." The boys relaxed as Patrick
changed the subject: "Tomorrow will be a hard day for us, we must clean the
house from top to bottom; I have asked Samuel to provide us with a few
things for the kitchen, such a washing machines, a drier, and repair the
heating system. He and the children will come after the church service to
dispose of the junk. His mother has fond memories of every part of the
house and she is not capable to spoil anything, even recognizing she must
throw all of them away." The boys grinned and Ben jabbed his brother that
jumped beside him. Ben ran and went to their bed, they wrestled and made as
if they were fighting on imitation of what they watched on the TV. Patrick
looked at them, they had recovered the pink colour of their cheeks, and
their pitchy laugh sounded to him like glory. He sighed and went under the
light cover and drifted to sleep.

They were worn out lying on the bed; their dicks hard and looking to each
other, John then said:

	"I'm hungry." Ben grinned and holding his erected dick showed to
him laughing as he answered:

	"If you are hungry, here you have a good piece of salami." John
grinned and suddenly he jumped on top of his brother and without any
warning engulfed his brother's cock and started sucking his meat; he
stopped as Ben gasped and kneeled on the large bed. Ben looked surprised
and disappointed, as his brother did not continue sucking him.

	"I want to suck your large and beautiful sausage, Benny, because I
like to hear you moan. It sounds so funny especially when you squeal..."

	"Well that's what happens to me when I suck you, the problem is
that when we are sucking each other we can't laugh but want that lovely
release." Ben jokingly added: "Please brother suck me, I promise I won't
make fun of you." Saying this, he went on top of John getting the 69
position and took his large cock into his mouth. They sucked each other
until they reached a beautiful release. They cleaned themselves, ate the
sandwiches and drifted to sleep.

Patrick woke up around eight and found his sons hard asleep. After
showering and shaving, he started thinking about the future. After an hour,
he thought it was time to wake his children up.  He did not like to do it
because Ben was with his head lying on his brother's chest, the ringlets of
his blond silky hair touching John's cheeks. Patrick watched his sons,
caressed softly their heads and arranged up the bed covers. He thought it
was Sunday and there was time enough to move. Around ten they woke up and
got surprised that his father had left them on the bed.  After showering
they had breakfast, packed and slowly Patrick drove to their new home.

Samuel was already there and a truck was loading all waste junk; a team of
cleaners, plumbers and electricians were working on their jobs checking
everything. The day was not good for swimming, showing the first sigs of
the coming autumn, so in a few minutes, Sammy, Mary and George arrived
pedalling their bikes, they greeted their new friends and started to
collaborate on choosing the junk to throw away. In the cellar, they left
only a large sofa-bed, a desk used by Samuel when he was a child and two
chairs. In a moment that Ben and Mary were alone, she hugged him from
behind; Ben spun and met her waiting lips. John was just in the stairs and
as he watched the couple kissing, he stopped and made some noise by
coughing, so they separated. Around midday everything was ready and Samuel
said:

	"Well family, your home is ready, tomorrow a truck full of firewood
will fill the winter store; you will need it just within a few weeks. In
this town only a few homes have air- conditioning, we prefer to use wood so
that we help to keep the environment, cooperate in the fire prevention by
cleaning the forests of dry wood; that gives employment to some persons in
our mountains.

	"That's a good policy." Patrick said and he added putting his arm
around his friend shoulders: "Samuel, you are making very difficult for us
not adopting this place like ours."

	"Thank you, Patrick. You have already demonstrated that you like
our homeland and want you all three to feel comfortable with us being one
of us. By the way, tomorrow at about ten, you must go to school, the
director did not phone you because he doesn't know your phone number."

	"After lunch, I'll make the connection using my cellular phone; so
we don't need any company employee to do it." Addressing to his children he
added: "Now boys let's go upstairs."  There were four bedrooms but Ben
said:

	"Dad, we only need two as maximum, one for you and another one for
us." Patrick smiled and ruffled his son's hair.

	"Surely we'll need them. It doesn't matter whether we use all the
rooms or not. Think you will need a place to put your clothes, to make your
home works, to receive your friends, let's say for a sleepover; and even
sometimes we need to be alone with our thoughts and privacy."  John never
had a private room and he sighed with the expectation of not being
disturbed when he wanted to be alone. Lately, he had found himself he would
have liked sometimes to be alone with his thoughts; yes, he approved his
father's ideas.

	"Yes dad, I fully agree with you." Now a little more jokingly he
added: "I don't want to mix up with this little imp and his friends." Ben
launched himself trying to get his brother but John ran to one of the
smaller rooms and jumped on the bed; Ben caught his legs and went on top of
him. Still slyly laughing John said: "Are you going to kiss me as you did
to Mary?" Ben grinned and slowly placed his mouth near John's ear:

	"No. I am going to fuck you as you did to Sammy." John smiled not
surprised because he knew the little rat of George probably had watched
them and he was a close friend of Ben.  Both grinned in complicity and with
a quick jab they went where they had left his father. "Dad, John has
already chosen his room, the one near yours will be mine."

	"Well, in that case, place your few things into each other's
wardrobe. Tomorrow we'll purchase all kind of clothes and probably the
school uniforms. I want you to make a mental list of everything that you
may need, and don't forget winter clothes, the weather here is more than
cold; please pay special attention to quality; only casual clothes but good
ones. The first time we go to the capital city we will need to purchase
formal ones for special occasions." They looked to each other a little bit
surprised, John was not used to these luxuries, he thought he would ask his
father to help him.

	"Dad, I suppose you and Ben will help me; I don't know much about
quality or brand new clothes, let alone about special ones, I never had to
attend to an special event, except when the Governor came to the orphanage
for a quick visit." Patrick saw the resentment in his son's eyes, so he
hugged him very tight saying.

	"You and Ben will have many special moments from now on, and I'll
be near you to help and try to make you happy, my sons." Patrick extended
out his other arm and dragged Ben to him. "Let's go for lunch, boys. "Ah!
You may need bikes, so choose three; I think I'll need one, too." The boys
smiled gave a soft push to his father and ran downstairs. The whole group
went into the car and Samuel, following Patrick instructions, drove it some
miles away from the town to a nice and expensive restaurant called "The
Cave". The children and adults talked and played, visiting an exciting
cave, especially for little George and Ben; every moment they spent
together they were closer and closer. Next Sunday he would be ten and he
was excited to have an older friend and so cool, as he used to say; surely
his friends will envy him.

				Chapter 14
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They spent their first night together in the large bed cuddled in their
father's arms; Patrick felt his elder son's butt against his crotch, and
Ben his brother's dick between his smooth legs but no one moved; tired by
the exciting day they drifted to sleep. Patrick woke up as usual around
eight in the morning and he missed his younger son. John still was between
his arms hard asleep; he could see the stain of a wet dream on the sheet,
he kissed him on the hair and went out of bed. He heard a noise downstairs
and a few moments later, his little naked son appeared at the bottom of the
stairs with a large tray with breakfast for three. He helped him and gave
him a tender rub; the younger boy sighed.

	"I'll come back; I have left in the kitchen the main courses." As
he entered the bedroom he found John cleaning the stains, he blushed but
Patrick said:

	"Don't worry son; that's normal. Throw the stained sheet into the
laundry basket; we'll wash it tomorrow with some more, besides, it won't be
the last time." The boy jumped from the bed, hugged his father and tossed
the sheet into the basket in the pantry room. The three had breakfast and
placing his palm on his lips John belched trying not to make much noise.

	"Thanks, Ben; tomorrow will be my turn." John said. Ben grinned and
picking up all dirty dishes he went to the kitchen and placed them into the
new washing machine. They showered and at the agreed time they were in the
school; they were taken aback with the dimensions of the installations. A
man came and after checking their names he entered the boys into a
classroom, then he led Patrick to the principal's office. The Principal
greeted him.

	"I'm astonished by the dimensions of the school. Do you have enough
students in the town to fill this school?" The man smiled, a girl came with
two cups of coffee that put on a small table near the large leather
armchairs. The director then answered him:

	"Well, you are not the first being surprised. And yes, we have
enough students and many on the waiting list to enter; however, the town's
residents have priority whenever they reach the qualification that we have
established. More than half of our students are boarding boys and girls,
and many of them needed special health care. The school was primarily a
mountain little clinic for sick children, mostly affected by
tuberculosis. In order they did not lose their school in a long illness,
the doctors added some teachers, and so the hospital became more into a
school without forgetting his primary origin. Of course, not everybody can
afford the fares, so that unfortunately it obliged us to select the
candidates." As usual, they talked about many things without disclosing a
single data that could identify his current sons with his late ones. More
than an hour later a professor entered the office, he gave an envelope to
the Principal and left. He read the sheet and smiling added.

	"Mr Rockfield, you're a lucky father having such sons. The results
of their examination are excellent. Ben will enter in grade seventh, for
his age he should be in the sixth, however, his knowledge of languages,
geography and maths make him more than suitable for grade seventh, besides
he will soon be twelve. John is very good in maths, and especially on
computing and physic; these are the hardest matters where most of the boys
and girls fail, he will be attending to eighth grade. I suppose you know
about the rest of our rules." He extracted a little brochure and gave it to
Patrick. "We'll start on next Monday, so until then we are at your disposal
for anything that you might need from us." At that moment a man escorted
both boys into the Principal's office; after shaking hands and thanking him
for his kindness they left. Once in the car, both children caressed his
father.

	"I am more than proud of having such sons like you, my boys. Thank
you for your efforts." They smiled as Ben said:

	"That's was easy, dad; you should ask John."

	"Yes, he is right, dad. And do you know? Ben has got what he was
looking for: to be in the same grade as his loved Mary." Ben flushed and
added:

	"Yes, I'll be with my love, and you will be with your lover." They
started to fight and laugh in the back seat while Patrick drove back to the
mall and gave the news to his friends.  They jumped of joy; jokingly and
laughing they started to work.

The week went by and Patrick could not help but admire the beauty of his
sons, now they had fully recovered from his stay in the forests; when they
were naked it was difficult to count his ribs as he used to do. Moreover,
John's scars were almost imperceptible. They had not a single ounce of fat
as they worked hard or swam in the covered public swimming pool. On
Thursday James advised Patrick that his uncle would meet them on Saturday
around midday, it was not a normal day but the barrister wanted to have
time enough to hear them and talk about the actions to follow. On Saturday
they got up early and after breakfast, they rode to the rail station; left
the car parked and boarded the rail wagon, an hour later they were leaving
the rail station right in the centre of the large city. "What are we going
to do now, dad? We have a lot of time until we meet the lawyer."

	"You have only normal clothes and you need a tailor's made or
adjusted costumes; you are too handsome boys to be dressed in simple wear."
They laughed, that looked normal for Ben, he was returning to his original
life, but for John, that was strange and new. They were walking along
centre commercial avenues; Patrick knew what he was looking for, but Ben
called his attention.

	"Dad, that's the same shop I used to go with my mother when we were
here in the US: "Suckle Tailoring". Patrick smiled and ruffled his hair.

	"That's what I am looking for. They had the best quality of brand
new clothes." They entered thru the main glass door and a kind middle-aged
woman approached them. As Patrick showed what they wanted she called a
young man that immediately attended them. The young man focussed on the
boys' beauty and John winked at Ben. They spent near three hours there
trying and adjusting new clothes and shoes, however it was a good purchase
for the house.  Patrick paid and the shop manager promised that all
clothes, including the boys' old ones, would be on their home the next
day. Dressed as gentlemen, they took a taxi to meet the lawyer. It was not
far from there and on their way John saw thru a large shop window many
computers and all kind of electronic material. Patrick observed his son:
"That's for later, John.  We have now more important business to deal
with." The boy stared at his father and grinned, took his hand and pressed
it; someone observed the tender scene. About ten metres away an old brick
building showed the name of the lawyers: "Hartwell & Associates". Before
Patrick could ring the bell, a young man opened the door:

	"Mr Rockfield? Please follow me." He locked the door and took them
to a lift to the fourth floor; he opened a large old cedar door saying: "Mr
Hartwell, Mr Rockfield and his sons."  A well-dressed man around his
sixties stood and advanced to greet the group. John was astonished;
however, he could observe how his father and Ben acted in a free-and-easy
manner, proving they had been living that type of life for years, he made
his best to act in the same manner following them. Mr Hartwell then
instructed the young man:

	"Peter, would you please bring some coffee for us and fruit juice
for the boys?" The man nodded and left. "He is a lawyer too, my cousin,
James' younger brother, I hope with the time he acquires enough experience
to carry this office as a full member. Anyway Mr Rockfield, James has
advanced me very few details about you wanting to adopt your sons, this
seems a little bit strange, and nevertheless, as you may understand, we are
used to rare cases. If you don't mind I'll record our conversations, so
that later we don't need to repeat the details. We can delete or modify the
content of the tape." At that moment Peter Hartwell entered and placed a
large tray on the small table; they were sat around it on a large leather
sofa and three armchairs.

	"I'll start right from the beginning, I'm sure you won't find it so
strange." The man nodded as he sipped some coffee from his cup. Patrick
went thru his history since his family went to Europe, the death of his own
family, the moment he met the boys, and the two weeks they had spent in
Richmond, avoiding the fact that he was attacked by them when they met at
the forest cabin's parking. As he had repeated many times to the boys, that
had been a dream, the truth was he fell into that trap and was saved by
them. When he reached the part where boys, and especially John, had been
taken to that strange house, the lawyer gasped and rubbed his hair.  When
he finished, John looked at his father asking permission to speak. "Yes,
son?"

	"Dad, you have forgotten the moment that I was buried in the hail
ice, and how you lifted me and flew to the cottage wrapping me with
blankets when you were losing a lot of blood and your life was in real
danger." Patrick kept silence for a moment.

	"I said that your life was the most important matter to me, I knew
I was seriously wounded but at those moments my mind was on both of you."
Saying this, his eyes blurred.  Then the young Hartwell was taken notes and
when he finished the lawyer said:

	"Mr Rockfield, this isn't a very difficult case, with the exception
that Ben is not twelve yet; so the Judge must decide about his custody. We
have not any problem with John since he must be heard before placing him
into a Social house." The lawyer could observe the tears running down the
beautiful boy's cheeks. He then said: "It seems that Ben has something to
tell us." Ben looked at the man straight in the eyes; then he said:

	"I had a father before, but my real dad and brother are here near
me; my friends and school are in Richmond, if you or whoever is in charge
try to separate me from my family, I assure you it will not be necessary to
take care of me anymore..." He started to cry wrapping his arms around his
father, saying between sobs: "Please, please, dad, don't allow that happens
to us, please! You promised me you will never leave me..." Patrick hugged
his son and John sat near them making a whole."

	"Ben, take it easy, please. We have come here so they help us and
I'm sure they will.  We talked a lot about every point and possible
results." Patrick looked at the solicitor: "You, the Judge or the very evil
will never separate my son from me, at least while he needs and wants me."
The man smiled.

	"Mr Rockfield, the law is the law and we cannot break it, however,
I can assure you that this office will do its best to keep your boys with
you, if we think we can fail, we'll advise you with enough time in advance
so that you can take the steps that you might need." Patrick and the boys
knew what that man was talking about, so the boy calmed down, but Ben
continued with his arms wrapped around his father's waist. The lawyer then
continued: "Mr Rockfield, there is another aspect of this case away from
the adoption, it is the criminal one: can we have any proof of what you
have said about John's assault?" Without being asked, the boy stood, took
off his jacket and pullover and dragged his shirt up from the back, showing
the still visible scars to the lawyer. The man took his hand to his mouth:

	"Almighty God! Who has dared to do this to a child? John please,
bring the camera and take a picture of the boy's back. Mr Rockfield, now I
can assure you that your boys will never be separated from you! I'll take
personally care about it." Patrick looked at the man as Ben dried his
tears.

	"Mr Hartwell, I suppose you are aware that the men that did it, and
most likely are still taking advantage of other boys without their consent
in that orphanage, are very powerful. If the case goes into a Court my sons
would be the principal witnesses for the prosecution." The man nodded. "Let
me tell you that they will never be in a Court; they will never be a
subject for the sensationalist press to ruin their lives, they have
suffered already enough to go again thru the same calvary. You have in that
tape all we can provide to the authorities, including names, so they can
carry out an investigation. We will never help anyone to create a scandal
that may cause more harm than benefit to the orphanage, to the boys, and to
the persons that honestly work for children. You have the clues; I think
the authorities have the obligation and can do the job, obtaining the
proofs at least to stop those practices; my sons will continue their own
life, growing up and enjoying their lives as boys to become men and great
citizens of this country.

	"You are very clear, Mr Rockfield. I'll talk privately to the
Judge. I understand your position and I must tell you that, in this case,
the law and I are behind you and your boys."

	"Thank you very much Mr Hartwell; now please let me know how much
you need to start the case."

	"We have been duly instructed by James, the Bank will pay our bills
on your behalf.  We'll be in touch." He extended out his hand and the men
and boys shook them. Then he added: "We'll meet in Richmond once this
subject is happily finished; James is always complaining that I have
forgotten them."

	"Thank you again Mr Hartwell; we hope we will have time enough to
enjoy a good lunch or dinner together." They said goodbye and the young
Hartwell accompanied them to the door and returned to the side of his
uncle; thru the large window they watched how Ben was giving the hand to
his father while Patrick had his arm on the younger boy's shoulders; he
commented to his nephew:

	"Yes, they are a true family and it would be an injustice to
separate them." He kept silence while Patrick and his sons walked along the
large avenue. The lawyer then continued: "Yes, I know the man they referred
to, and as the boys guessed, he is too powerful. A public criminal
prosecution would cause more harm than benefit. In spite of his
determination, Mr Rockfield could have wanted revenge, but he seems to be a
good and smart father and all that he wants is the boys' happiness. I am
sure the Judge will appreciate this, besides, he also knows the man who
whipped the boy."

Patrick gave a surprise to his boys, especially to John; as they were
entering the restaurant he pointed out to an electronics shop on the other
side of the large avenue.

	"That will be today's last visit." The boys cheered in a low voice,
they knew the meaning.  Patrick wanted the boys to forget the previous
visit to the lawyer, he was confident on the results, but the children
could be worried and preoccupied. After finishing lunch, they entered the
large shop where it could be seen computers of all models and sizes; a
young man with glasses approached and before he could speak, Patrick asked:
"I suppose you can assembly a good computer." The young man smiled.

	"Yes sir, anything that you want. I guess you have an idea of what
you want or need."  John and Ben turned their head in order the young man
could not see them grinning.

	"Yes, I have. Please take a notebook and I'll tell you. Patrick
told the young man his order, describing the characteristics of the two
computers, both including two joysticks, printer, and scanner-fax items; he
then finished: Besides the hard disks we need two external ones for storing
and backups, we don't want to make any partition. One computer runs by
Windows and the other one by Linux operating systems. Also, please, include
a large portion of RAM, I want them to be very fast; especially the
Linux. The young man looked at him.

	"I'll be happy joining your company, sir." Patrick smiled as the
young man continued: "Next Monday you will have the equipment ready to use,
I'll assemble it myself and after testing I'll send it to you. Please come
to my office." They sat, paid the purchase, after making a good discount as
he understood Patrick was a professional and probably he would buy some
other equipment later on. They said goodbye to the young man and left. John
and Ben could not be happier. They boarded the train and did not stop
talking about it until the train stopped. It was dark when they arrived
home. They had a room for their own with a large bed each, more than enough
for two persons, but had decided to use only one room and bed, storing in
the same room their daily clothes and the rest in each room. The boys
entered their bedroom excited and started to take off their shining shoes
after hanging their jackets.

John stared at his new brother and he caught Ben looking at him, they were
fully dressed except for their shoes and jackets; John observed his brother
and thought once more: "What a beautiful boy he is! His near oval little
face, that little hole in his chin and those few freckles on his upright
nose..." Ben was thinking approximately in the same terms about his big
brother: "What a handsome boy my brother looks in those special clothes!
I'm sure that soon, some girl will separate him from me, I'll hate her." He
loved that beautiful dimple on his right cheek when he laughed and envied
those large black eyes lashes. He felt so good and safe with him... John
approached Ben and as if he was waiting for him, he launched himself into
his arms and John hugged him very tight to his chest, after a while, he
separated his face and their lips met in the most tender kiss he could
remember; they broke the kiss and John pulled his brother again to his
chest, feeling their heart beatings.

He murmured some words as John separated his little brother and they sat on
the bed, he looked into those beautiful blue eyes, caressed his blond silky
curly hair and kissed a peck on his nose and then on his red lips. He was
transfixed watching his younger brother's beauty.

	"Benny, I don't think I could love anybody more than I do to
you. You and dad are all what I have and what I need, and especially you,
my little and beautiful brother." Ben had rested his head on his brother's
chest and had introduced his hand thru an opening of his shirt and was
rubbing his pectorals as John was caressing his hair. He felt his dick
getting hard. Without moving his head from his brother's chest, he said:

	"I would do anything that you asked me, John; anything!"  John
caressed his hair and his red cheeks and looking at him he answered:

	"I only need your love, that's all." Ben dragged his brother's head
and hugged him rubbing his back; he could see the tenting on his fly. "You
are hard, John, do you want to put your dick into my butt as you did to
Sammy?" John grinned and touched his brother hard cock.

	"You are hard too. Ben, fucking a boy or a girl is just a sexual
pleasure, and it finishes when you release your semen into his guts or her
vagina, that doesn't mean you will like him or her. You are intrinsically
part of me, therefore I don't want to hurt you, and it would be as if I
harmed myself. What I need is your smile, your friendship, to kiss that
beautiful nose... in summary: your affection." Ben hugged again his brother
and chuckled as he added:

	"Of course, I am part of you but I greatly enjoy hearing your
squeals when the nice feeling comes." Ben separated from him.

	"You are incorrigible." John smiled. "And, what's about your
groans?" He laughed. "Let's finish, dad is waiting downstairs and we have
all night ahead. We need to talk about what we have done today." They
undressed, neatly folded and hanged their clothes, changed into comfortable
tracksuits and went down and sat near their father. John pressed his body
against Patrick, and then he raised his face and stared at him
fixedly. Then he said:

	"Thanks, Dad, that's the best present I ever had." Ben did the same
and pointed out to the kitchen, John smiled and argued: "I know I must feed
you this week, but you should help me." Patrick stood and the three went to
prepare dinner. Ben then asked:

	"Will you allow us to connect to the Internet?

	"I'll allow you everything as long as your school works and your
duties at home are met.  I'll contact Manuel, probably we'll use his
server, if not, I plan to install one on the basement; however, this will
take some time, now we will locate an ISP to connect to, so you can send
and receive emails to/from your friends." He looked at them seriously and
added: "You must promise me not to visit often pages dedicated for adults."
John then argued:

	"Dad, you will know what we see, if you want. Remember that you
have been a good hacker." Greening, slyly he added: "We better prefer
natural than pictures." He jabbed his little brother and added: "Ah!
Tomorrow is George and Mary's birthdays, he will then be ten, and Mary
twelve; we have been invited to his home."

	"We should have remembered it in the city and buy them a present,"
Ben said. Patrick knew that the little boy and his sister were very fond of
computers; however, Sammy had different ideas. Patrick then asked:

	"George and Mary like computers. What do you think if we give one
like yours as a present? I know it seems too much, but that family deserves
everything and a computer will help them in their school duties."

	"You are great, dad! That would be the best."

	"Yes dad, Ben is right; especially if we think that they don't
expect such a present. The problem is that, how do we purchase a machine
tonight?" Patrick grinned; then extracted his cell phone and made a call to
the electronic shop where they had been in the city. Kent Russell watched
the name on his cell phone.

	"What can I do for you, Mr Rockfield?

	Hi, Kent! I want to ask you for a favour. Could you send me a desk
computer of those you have already built? The problem is it has to be here
tomorrow, the latest by noon. If it is possible, please, include a
flat-screen monitor and a colour fax-printer."

	"We are lucky Mr Rockfield. Someone has cancelled one order, so
I'll change the destination labels and tomorrow around midday it will be
delivered to your home." Patrick answered.

	"Thanks, Kent. We'll arrange the bill on Monday by transference to
your bank account."

	"O.K. Mr Rockfield; and thanks for your confidence. You won't be
disappointed. Bye by now."

	"Great!" The boys screamed at unison.

When they finished dinner, all three went upstairs and showered quickly,
the boys yawned; it has been an exciting and moving day. They undressed and
in seconds were under the covers on his father's bed. Patrick was to
protest or argue but in vain, they were rock asleep; Ben between John's
arms. It had been a long and tiring day and he did not want to argue
because he liked his boys in his bed, however, he understood they had to
sleep in their rooms, either together or separated. He would not argue, as
tonight and probably some other nights when the boys needed his
reassurance, he then would allow them to sleep in their beds. When finished
his shower he joined them behind his elder son.

				Chapter 15
				--------------

Patrick had purchased from Samuel's three bikes that were in the garage,
the boys knew anything, though they had talked about this. The following
morning, after breakfast, they discovered the present and came as mad boys
to thanks their father. Ben said.

	"Dad, we'll go to Sammy's, they must already be back from the
church service." Patrick motioned them to come into the house.

	"Boys, they must be engaged in the little feast's preparation, I
suppose it isn't a good moment to disturb them; tonight you will have time
enough to be together." They seemed convinced; then John suggested:

	"We'll go to our school; since there are many boarders we'll ask
the porter to allow us enter, and then we can see all the installations."

	"Alright, but..." Patrick entered the house and brought a very
small cell phone. "One of you must take this phone, please John and Ben,
take care of yourselves, should you have any problem, please ring me and
I'll be there in a minute. Nobody must know that you are carrying a
phone. Right?"

	"Yes, dad, there's no problem." John took the little electronic
device and hid it into a secret pocket. In a minute he saw his children
freely pedalling down the street. They asked the gatekeeper to enter and
this, after checking the list of the new students, allowed them in. A
lonely blond boy was walking in front of the main building and the janitor
asked him whether he would like to act as a cicerone for the boys; he did
not answer immediately but he looked at John and grinned accepting. He
extended out his hand and introduced himself:

	"I'm Karl Schulte." John as the older answered

	"I'm John Rockfield this is my younger brother Ben." They politely
shook hands and John understood he was not an American or English, in spite
he spoke excellent English. Ben then asked:

	"Which country are you coming from, Karl? Sorry, I have been in
Europe and I would bet you are from there." The blond boy looked at him
quizzically repented he had accepted guiding those stupid boys; he
reluctantly but politely answered:

	"I'm German, from Cologne." Fond memories came into Ben's mind and
without feeling that his brother was with him, instinctively he started
speaking in fluent German to the boy. Karl opened wide his eyes in
disbelief, he couldn't believe a foreigner could speak his language without
any ascent, except that Ben seemed from Frankfurt. "How can you speak like
that?  Were you born in Germany?"

	"No. I was taken to Frankfurt when I was almost a baby, I was three
then, I remained for three years in a kindergarten while my brother
remained with our late grandma." Ben lied. Then he turned into
English. From that moment Karl was all kindness; he then said:

	"My parents sent me here to improve my English, I'll return next
June when school ends, after two years; I must recognize that I feel
homesick, especially after three months in Cologne and Spain on holidays. I
have not many friends here and they consider me a lonely boy." John
appreciated the sadness on that abandoned boy.

	"Normally, you feel alone, but there are many girls, too; if the
boys are stupid." Karl blushed and he answered not being very convinced:

	"Well, I'm not very popular with girls, too." John guessed the
problem of this lonely boy and he interrupted him since he was sure he
would feel embarrassed.

	"Don't worry; from next Monday on, you will have two friends, if
you like us, of course."  The boy grinned and started acting as he had
proposed to be. They spent near three hours together feeling more and more
comfortable together; he showed the school and the nicknames they used for
some nasty teachers. When they went thru the main building Ben saw his
picture on the honour pad. He was near fourteen and was in grade eighth,
John then added:

	"I'm in grade eight, too, and I know a friend that will be very
glad about meeting you."  They say goodbye and watched how the boy waved
his hand behind the concierge. They pedalled slowly thru the empty streets
and when they were far enough, John said: "That boy looked sad, very sad
and I guess what his problem is."

	"Probably you are a good psychologist."

	"I don't need to be a psychologist for that; the orphanage was an
excellent school.  Didn't you see how he blushed when he stared at me? He
is or feels gay; because of that, he had not many friends, he fears they
might discover it. This is a stupid conservative society and he hates us."
Ben opened wide his eyes.

	"I suppose so. In Germany, you can see the boys hand in hand
walking in the parks and kissing, and nobody cares about it; and in the
Netherlands and other European countries, I heard that Governments have
already passed bills by which two persons of the same gender are allowed to
get married. I think that in the US some states are considering to
introduce the same measures, though the churches, in general, are offering
a strong opposition." Ben paused. "In this State that would be impossible."
John nodded as Ben added: "We must get acquainted with Sammy; he feels more
or less the same. That explains he is on the honour pad; he must be a smart
boy and besides he concentrates on the books, which never will betray him.
I bet he does not belong to any sports team and he makes strictly the
sports required by the school. The same as Sammy..." he murmured. They
arrived home and greeted Patrick that had prepared lunch; after cleaning
dishes they sat on the large sofa in the living room and told his father
about his new friend. At that moment the doorbell rang and Ben went to
open; a young man had parked a small van in front of the house:

	"Is it Mr Patrick Rockfield home here?" Before the boy could
answer, he added: "I'm carrying an urgent parcel for him. Is he here?

	"Yes, he's my father. I'll call him." Patrick guessing it was the
messenger with the computer, stood and went to meet the man. He had already
unloaded two parcels and asked:

	"Where shall I place them?"

	"Just leave them here." After offloading the cargo, Patrick signed
the receipt; and before the young man left the house, he extracted a
banknote and gave it to him. The young man opened wide his eyes. He
probably was not used to receiving so a high tip.

	"Thank you, sir. I'm glad to have come. Goodbye." He left. The boys
grinned.

	"You have made him happy today, dad. Surely on Monday, he will be
happy coming with the rest! John said. Patrick ruffled the boy curly hair.

	"Please boys, place the three parcels on our car." Immediately the
boys went to meet their father's orders.

They spent some time watching a movie on the TV and around five they
dressed and went to Samuel's house. There were many children, ranging from
six to twelve and a few teenagers, normally sons of Samuel's friends. As
soon as George saw Ben, he left all his friends and came to greet him, he
felt very proud of having a cool friend and he showed him to his mates that
surrounded him, Ben felt embarrassed and as soon as he could, he sat near
Mary that was watching him.

	"My little brother is a pin on anybody's ass. She said." A tall boy
was sat near her, he was around fifteen and was staring at Ben, however,
Mary ignored him and did not introduce to the blond boy. Ben felt
embarrassed but did nothing. The party was good and all boys and girls ran
thru the large garden; some were laying on the grass laughing and telling
jokes, some others were dancing with the pop music on a little paved
area. Suddenly, Mary stood and caught Ben's hand: "Come on Ben! I must show
you something." She looked beautiful and very sexy, Ben's dick started to
grow menacing to tent his trousers. The older boy stood but Mary with a
lovely smile told him: "Ralph, you wait here for me, I'll be back in one
minute." She gripped Ben's hand and dragged him into the house and to the
library, as he asked:

	"If he is your boyfriend, why didn't you introduce him to me?"

	"He is the boy I talked to you about. He continues being a twit and
thinks that he deserves everything because his family is rich." She closed
the door with her butt, and then placed her arms around Ben's neck and
their lips met. The boy knew very well what she expected from him, but that
was neither the right time nor the right place; so he introduced his tongue
into her mouth while he slid his hand under her skirt. He felt her hand
rubbing his hard cock. She was a hot girl but not a silly one, so they
separated and looking at Ben's eyes she added: "We must return my little
man, I would like to continue but we'll have some other times."  Ben nodded
and both gladly returned to the party. But before she opened the door, Ben
added:

	"Mary, you look beautiful today; don't you realise that you are the
queen of the party and are breaking many hearts?" The girl smiled pleased
with the compliment; she gave a peck to Ben on his lips and said:

	"Of course; but this is because you, my king, are here." They
laughed and entered the living room. John and Sammy were in a corner
sipping a glass of lemonade.

	"I like that school, Sammy. We have met a German boy that showed us
all the installations, he seemed a sad boy, but after half an hour with us,
he looked very happy. We promised each other to meet tomorrow; he is an
eighth-grader, too." Sammy grinned.

	"He must be "Lonely"; he is one of smartest boys of the school and
is on the honour pad, but he had no friends at all. Last year I felt sorry
for him and I tried to approach him, he is very handsome and I like him a
lot, but he rejected me." Sammy said this sadly. He blushed as he
instinctively recognized himself as gay, but soon recovered since John knew
him better than anybody else. Then he added: "It is nice and great to have
a friend to whom I can tell what I feel without caring he's concerned I'm
gay. Thanks, John, you have entirely changed my life for the better."

	"I think both of you could be good friends, once we have broken the
ice it will be easier to talk to him. Ben and I liked him, so there must be
an explanation of why he wants to remain away from the rest of his mates.

	"Probably, but I am not a psychoanalyst." John grinned. "Perhaps he
is the kind of boy that has only a few friends, but real friends, and not
silly asses. I like this type of persons because I'm much the same as he
is." John looked directly at his friend.

	"You are not like him, Sammy. You are an excellent friend and very
handsome; most likely the majority of the teenagers of this town, including
girls, would be around you all the time if you did not feel gay. I have
watched how they stared at you; and not only girls..." Sammy looked at John
and grinned very pleased, he thanked his friend with his eyes. They spent
the evening happily, and after singing "Happy birthday" the little boy and
his sister blew the candles and opened the presents. After some time
hearing congratulations, Ben dragged Mary and her brother to a corner and
murmured.

	"I'll give you our present when everybody is gone; especially your
boyfriend." The two rascals smiled slyly, thinking on something
different. The smart girl thought how Ben could arrange to be with her
alone with so many persons in the house, though that was what she badly
wanted.

Around eight, near the sunset, all boys, girls and their parents started to
leave. Samuel's mother pleaded Patrick and the children not to go but have
dinner with them. A team of workers came to pick everything up, and before
9:00 pm the house looked as if nothing had happened there, except that
George was exultant with his gifts, and mostly because his adored hero,
Ben, was with him. Mary tried several times to break that union but without
success, she then gave up.  She repeated for herself "My little brother is
a real pin on my ass, but I can't stop loving him."  Nevertheless, she was
confused; in her mind were Ben's words and she knew very well he always
complied his words. After dinner Patrick said:

	"Well, Mary and George, we have not forgotten our present for you
both." Boy and girl stared at each other; all their friends had come with a
single present for any of them, but not for both. Patrick added: "John,
please, take Sammy with you and bring Mary and George's present." George
could not wait and went with his friend and brother where the Rover was
parked. Mary sat near her grandmother and glanced at her as if she were
telling her grandma: "This boy will never disappoint me." John and Sammy
entered carrying a large carton and George a smaller one, though a little
heavy.

	"Where do we place it, Samuel? It is a desk computer." Samuel, his
mother and Mary could not understand; they were astonished as they stared
at Patrick. Finally, Samuel said:

	"By now, please install it here; tomorrow we'll decide where to
place it." George was nervous and Mary even more than her little brother;
but she seemed to have eyes only to watch her boy; as she had started to
call Ben in her mind. Patrick extracted the large unit, monitor and
printer, placing them on a nearby small table, and John made the full
installation. Once everything was on, the boy said:

	"Mary or George, sit down on the chair, you already know how this
machine works."  Immediately the younger boy intervened.

	I'll do it. Do you mind Mary?" The boy pleaded. In spite of
everything, the girl liked her little brother and did not argue. The boy
pushed the button on, and after some time of flickering lights, the
classical Windows Home Edition appeared on the screen, showing the
installed program icons. The little boy stood with his eyes blurred of
emotion and abruptly he went where Patrick was and hugged him. "Thanks,
Uncle Patrick for your present; I'll never forget you, I promise I'll be in
the school's honour pad next June; it is a deal." Patrick rubbed the boy
back, as he answered.

	"This will be the best payment, especially for your grandmother and
your father." Then Mary said:

	"Ben, please, come with me; I want to show you where we want to
install the computer."  She took the boy's hand and both went upstairs. The
adults and elder boys watched them amongst smiles. She dragged the boy to
her room, and as they entered Mary pushed Ben on the bed and went on top of
him. Their mouths sealed in a passionate kiss. Hot as they were, she
retrieved herself from the boy; staring into his blue eyes, she then said:
"This is not the place or the time, but I owe you one, and I promise you I
will fulfil it." Ben caressed her lovely face and gave her a peck on her
nose."

	"Nothing will please me more than being the slave of my beautiful
queen." He paused, and taking Mary's hand added: "If we remain here I won't
be able to control my little brother."  They happily laughed and quickly
went downstairs. Immediately George joined them.

	"Mary, the computer is even better than the unit we use in
school. Uncle Patrick and John have promised to install the access to the
Internet and open a mail account for each of us." Mary grinned as she
whispered into Ben's ear.

	"I have already one; I'll write it down for you, so we can exchange
messages and..."  They chuckled.

They returned home after the pleasant time spent with their friends,
commenting on the events.  After showering they went to bed; the boys in
their room and bed. It would be the first time for three years that Ben
would hear an alarm clock on his nightstand. They went under the bed covers
and John placed his arm around his brother. He sighed as he drifted to
sleep. Ben had not peed before going to bed and he had drunk a lot of
refreshments during the party; so after a few hours, he felt the need to
empty his bladder; then went into the bed in the same position as he was
before. He enjoyed the feeling of John's crotch against his buttocks. Yet,
he was not asleep when he felt how John started pumping his hard cock
between his legs, his dickhead pushing his young balls sack. Ben got hard
and excited as he thought on Mary's room episode.  He put his hand around
his cock and started jerking off following his brother moves; after a few
minutes he was breathing hard as John was; he feared he might squeal, so
placed his mouth against the pillow when he felt his climax
approaching. His brother pulled him to his crotch and with a loud groan he
started spurting his semen between Ben's thighs. Ben was breathing hard,
too; and after a couple of minutes smiled, and drifted to sleep. The clock
rang and they jumped from the bed to the shower. As usual, he kissed good
morning to his little brother on the way to the bathroom.

	"I don't know why, but I'm happy; probably I had a pleasant dream."
Ben grinned and looked at him while he went under the showerhead.

	"Yes, you had a very pleasant dream, I can assure you." He looked
puzzled at his brother. Then Ben showed him the crusts of dry semen on his
legs. "Yes you did and drove me mad, so I had to jerk off." They laughed
and Ben added: "You owe me one, don't forget it."

	"I'll pay you back right now." John motioned as going to make him a
blowjob, but they jumped from the tub, dried and dressed. Patrick had
breakfast ready; after having breakfast they left to take the school bus
right on the corner of their new home. Patrick could not but to sigh
watching his sons; they looked beautiful in his school uniform. A woman
that was just crossing stared at them and followed the boys until they
pulled into the bus.

The school was an efficient institution; as soon as they arrived they knew
where their rooms, seats and lockers were. John had his seat near Karl and
on the other side of the aisle, Sammy had his place. Mary and Ben were
together, this to the disappointment of other girls that wanted to be near
him. In a distracted moment, she slid her hand under the desk and pressed
Ben's dick; he almost jumped from his seat. The day passed uneventfully,
like in any other school. To the surprise of the rest of his mates and the
teachers, they watched Karl chatting with John during the breaks, and
having lunch together with Ben and Sammy, as well as consulting each other
about the classes. That was an exciting day. When they finished the last
class Karl said:

	"Thanks, boys, it seems this year everything will be different for
me." Ben chatted with Karl for a few minutes in German as the German boy
added, being sure Sammy would not understand: "Sammy is a good boy, I
regret that last year I rejected him; I'm too shy to apology him right now,
but I'll do it someday. I would like living in the town and to be with you
on the bus." He blushed when he said that. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow."
They left to catch the bus.  It had been an exhilarating day and when they
arrived home found their father waiting for them; they kissed him and went
upstairs to undress and change into casual clothes, they had forgotten
about the computer; their mouths opened when they watched the equipment
installed.

	"Wow, dad! It is fantastic!" John said. Patrick sat in front of it
and put the system on. In seconds a lovely tune sounded thru the speakers
and the screen prompting a message asking for the drive, Patrick then said:

	"The computer has two hard disks with eighty hundred gybes of
capacity eachļ "C" drive is run by Linux operating system, that's yours,
John; and drive "D" with the same specifications runs in "Windows", for
Ben, as less experienced. John, please, you must teach your brother to
manage it, printing and scanning images, as well as how to handle the
mail. Ben, please, come with me to your room." Both boys stood and found on
his desk a pad, a screen and an additional small box for drives "A" and
"B". The system is set up as a little net so we don't need to duplicate the
central unit, allowing each other some privacy." The boys hugged him. Then
John said:

	"Dad, you have provided us with excellent tools; Karl has told us
that we can see everything we need from the school; they have a web where
it is shown even the seat that we have, let alone qualifications, news
about school events, etc. The Principal will give us a password to enter."
.They kept silence for a moment and then looking at his father he added:
"We have a good computer dad, but what about you?" Patrick smiled, went
into his room and came with a little suitcase containing a brand new
laptop.

	"This computer is even more powerful than yours; it incorporates a
WI-FI system to connect to the Internet without needing any telephone line;
even I can do by satellite. I changed my mind and I phoned our supplier to
send me this instead of the desk one." He paused and then continued. "You
know, we must be very careful about our wealth, especially during one year
or after everybody forgets about us." The boys understood but they were so
excited that forgot they had homework to do. "I suppose you have some work
to do."

	"Sorry dad, it is so exciting to have a machine like this...!" John
said. "But you are right; we need to do our works before anything." He
logged off and they proceeded to do their home works. The computer, the
school and the new friends covered the boys' full time.

				Chapter 16
				--------------

Saturday arrived and Patrick left them to sleep until late in the
morning. They had works to do; cleaning the house and taking care of the
little garden. Patrick had organized a little office in a small room
downstairs where he had installed the telephone. It was quiet and Samuel
would phone him in case of any problem. The phone rang and he lifted the
receiver. He heard the deep voice of Mr Hartwell, his lawyer. After
greeting each other the lawyer said:

	"Mr Rockfield, I have good news for you. The Judge had not made any
objection about you adopting John. Regarding Ben, he gives you his custody
and provisional adoption rights, until they find out whether he had any
other direct relatives, such as grandparents that might claim him. The
provisional situation will probably last one month; after that time, the
boy will be your real son. By now he can use your surname as your true
son. In any case, this only would last until he is twelve when the Judge
must forcedly hear his opinion on his adoption. I would suggest not telling
them anything yet; I know how much they love you and Ben might be very
upset, and who knows what his reaction could be?"

	"Thank you, Mr Hartwell, they are excellent news and you are right;
it will cost me a great effort to control myself, but I'll do it. Yet, he
will be twelve in three weeks; therefore I'll wait till then to tell them
after the birthday party. What's about the other problem?"

	"If you can send me the boys' birth certificates, we can speed up
the adoptions so they coincide with Ben's birthday.

	"I'll do it tomorrow. I have a fast link to the Internet and I
think I can do it." He paused and the lawyer continued.

	"On reference to your second question, the Judge had sent all the
information to the Police, but he insisted that they could get faster
results if you allowed the Police to interview the boys privately, I have
to advise you that you should never accept that, it would imply that the
Court would call them as witnesses. I have replied to him in this sense in
your behalf what you told us, therefore, this item is closed for us. Within
a few weeks, you must come here to sign all the documents; this will be the
end of the process. I'll keep you posted. How are those beautiful boys?"

	"Thank you, Mr Hartwell. They are happier than ever before,
attending school, playing with their friends... in summary being boys. They
are sleeping now; I have left them to rest because they had had a very busy
week. Thanks again." They ended the conversation. Patrick had the
temptation of running upstairs and wake up his new sons, but he rejected
the idea. He entered the boys' room; they were hard asleep and as usual,
John was hugging his brother; they were softly breathing. He kissed lightly
them and closed the door. He returned to his small office and dialled a
long-distance number in Baltimore; Manuel answered:

	"Patrick, you have alighted my day, what a wonderful moment! We
were getting ready to go to make some shopping. How are the boys? When will
you come? Are they alright?" Patrick smiled as his real friend continued
making questions.

	"Manny, please, stop making questions and listen carefully without
interrupting me; then you can make all the questions that you may like." He
heard his friend laughing and the sound of his wife Nelly taking the other
phone terminal, he then continued: "I have some news regarding the auction
of my old house; this will take place in the Town Hall on next Tuesday at
10:00 am. On Monday I'll provide you with enough funds to buy it back. You
must register the property at the name of Nelly and yourself, Nelly knows
very well how to do it. I promise you that before a month elapses I'll pay
a visit to Baltimore, by then the house must be yours. Don't ask me how or
who provided the money because I can't say it to you right now, but I must
say that everything is legal and you don't need to argue or question about
it. I want to give a very hard hug and kiss to those beautiful angels of
your daughters and of course to you both." He stopped and Nelly asked:

	"That's not fair my friend, you close all possible ways of
questioning you, but I'll do it as you are telling us; but what do you want
the house for? Are you coming to live with us?

	"Sorry Nelly, I can only answer the last question. I have a
compromise for the next year to live here; the boys are already in the
school, however, we'll take a weekend to see you after a month. Please
Nelly, Manuel, don't ask me anything else to this respect." On the other
side of the line, sighs were expressed, but they gave up. Then Manuel
spoke.

	"Patrick, you must promise me to take care of yourself and the
boys, otherwise I'll fly to Richmond and will take your ears torn." They
laughed and ended up the call. Patrick thought it will be very nice to see
them; he could scarcely remember the girls; the elder one was blonde and
has lovely blue eyes, like Ben. The little one had the most beautiful black
eyes he had ever seen, something similar to John's. He was engulfed in his
thoughts when he heard his sons:

	"Good morning, dad. You must be thinking about something good
because your eyes beam, and you look happy." Patrick opened his arms and
both boys launched into them. They were dressed in their pyjamas because
the weather was not good, the day had come cloudy and it was drizzling; it
was chilly outside, inviting to remain indoors. It was normal at this time
of the year for that part of the country.

	"You make me happy, sons. It seems that the weather got you
clothed." The boys grinned.

	"Yes, dad," Ben said. "We like to be naked but it is too cold for
that, I think we must wait for next summer for it. It was so cosy under the
covers that I would have wanted to remain there the whole day."

	"You little lazy!" John jabbed his brother as he said to
Patrick. "Once we finish our school works, we'll put on the heating. Will
you allow us doing that, dad?" Patrick nodded. They enjoyed that weekend at
home; none of the boys had enjoyed such a lovely time together. John had
spent his whole life between the Social Houses and the orphanage, and Ben
in foreign countries. In the school they were becoming closer and closer to
Karl; actually, they formed a little gang with Sammy and the little George,
and most of the days Mary joined them during lunchtime. Ben had become very
fond of the little young boy and George paid him back with admiration and
affection. Of course, they were busy but always had some spear time during
the weekends for sex, especially, during the nights between the two
brothers.

John told Sammy about his new computer and they agreed to ask his father
for a sleepover with them. Patrick and Samuel had become close friends and
every Saturday, after closing business, they used to go out "to clean their
hosepipes", as Sammy used to say. It was over the first month in the school
when the first snowfall came, and many boys in the school went to the near
forest to enjoy playing or making snowballs and launching them to each
other. Karl and John walked thru the trees while George and Ben played not
far away. Karl had become very close to John to whom he considered his best
friend; they were talking behind a large tree, there was nobody except Ben
and George, then Karl said:

	"John, I owe you a lot, my life has entirely changed since I knew
you; you are my best friend and I think I am not fair with you. I... I have
thought many times to talk to you, but I never found the moment..." John
glanced at that boy; he knew what was into his mind, something similar to
what happened to Sammy in the swimming pool near two months before. So he
thought the boy needed some help to overcome his shyness. Karl continued:
"You are very successful with girls, I think that most of our class would
pay to get a kiss from you, however, you ignore them politely and accept me
being in your company; I think I do not deserve that honour." John put his
finger on the boy's lovely lips and stopped him talking.

	"Karl, I can't say you how or when I got such experience, but let
me tell you that I have some." The blond boy kept silence, his head bent,
they could hear the squeals of Ben and George playing with the snow, John
continued: "You think you are not fair because you haven't told me that you
are gay. Am I right?" Karl jumped as if someone had put a pin in his
ass. "Do you think that I would reject you because of that? You are wrong
my friend, I appreciate your honesty but a friend is something more than
study together and hangs around." Karl finally could speak stammering:

	"Do you know that I... I am..."

	"Homosexual?" John placed his hands over the blond boy's shoulder
and raised his head. "You haven't chosen to be gay, Karl, the same as many
others." He looked into the boy's blue eyes and hugged him very
tightly. John felt some wetness on his hand as Karl tears dropped on
it. They separated for a moment and John kissed his friend's head as a sign
of friendship and understanding. Karl looked at him still his eyes blurred
with tears.

	"I'm sorry John. It is the first time that someone kisses my head,
except my mother, of course. My dad never does, and my mother all the time
when I'm at home." He grinned. "It felt very good." John raised his chin so
they were looking into each other eyes.

	"After all you are a human being, but very beautiful and have one
of the nicest faces I have ever watched." They kept silence for a moment,
and then Karl approached his face to John's and kissed him on the lips. He
blushed for daring that, but John said: "Thank you, Karl, for your kiss, as
you know I am not gay but I love such a manifestation from a friend and
handsome boy like you." Then John dragged Karl to him and kissed him
back. It was not a passionate kiss, but John's cock started to get hard and
could observe how Karl was tenting his trousers. "Now we are eve." They
grinned. Karl was to say something, but at that moment the bell rang
calling them to class.

The boys continued helping Samuel every Friday evening in the mall, they
were now like a close family; two weeks later they had agreed for a
sleepover in Patrick's home, however, as usual, Sammy did not like George
joining them, but he insisted because he said Ben was his best friend and
he liked him heaps. On the other hand, Ben liked the smart young boy and
this was the first time they would sleep together. Previously, they had
slept over in Samuel's house, but Granny was sleeping there and she was
awaked until late and got earlier than any others, so there were not many
chances to have fun; yet, Ben took any opportunity to kiss Mary and to rub
his hard cock against her cunt, and probably John fucked Sammy in silence,
but that was not the same as being alone. So this was the first opportunity
and George was not silly.

	"You are a pain, George!" Sammy shouted to his little brother. Mary
smiled and his father grinned when his elder son could not see him. Then
Ben said:

	"I don't mind sleeping with George; I like him and had good times
together," Sammy argued but finally he accepted the facts; so they had
dinner in Samuel's with Granny and Mary.  The old lady liked her
granddaughter, and those were moments of confidences between the young and
the old woman. Patrick took the boys home and as soon they entered took
each other backpack and started doing their school home works. Two hours
later they had finished and went to have a shower in pairs; when he was
ready to leave, the boys were in their rooms, he kissed the four of them
encouraging being good boys and left. They were in pyjamas but wanted to be
naked, but for that, they needed better heating, so they went to the boiler
and fed it full so it would last the whole night with a good
temperature. They played with the computer for a few minutes, but soon
locked the doors and Sammy got naked, he was already hard; he slid his hand
under John's pyjama slowly rubbing his cock. John stood and started
undressing.

	"Let me do it, John. I like that part a lot." Before he started
getting him nude he dragged his beautiful lips to him and kissed him
passionately. "We better do it on the bed, it is more comfortable." They
grinned and he slowly started undressing his friend. The last item was his
underwear shorts that were being tented by his hard cock and had a little
stain of John's precum. Sammy placed his left hand under his balls
massaging the pack softly and with the right, he took the tenting into his
mouth. John gasped as he felt his cock touched. Sammy grinned, introduced
his thumbs thru the elastic band and yanked down the garment to his heels;
John stepped out of it, pulled Sammy to him as their passion
increased. "Please John, fuck me, I want it, I have dreamed many times
about it." John grinned, pushed the lovely teenager on the bed and again
they started petting, their dicks rubbing against each other. "I have
brought some cream, it is in my backpack." John rummaged in the backpack
and extracted the large tube.  Sammy knew what to do, he raised his leg to
his chest and John put some cream on his butt.  With his forefinger he
spread it and pushed inside his hole; John could notice his friend butt was
tight again, but not as much as the first time. He spread some white cream
on his cock and got ready. His dick was hard and needing a release. With
his left hand he guided it to the boy's port of entry:

	"Are you ready, Sammy? It seems you are a little bit tight, so let
me know if I hurt you."  The boy nodded with a sigh. John pushed his cock
and after a little resistance half of it entered into Sammy's guts; the boy
gasped but said nothing, so John pulled back a few centimetres and then
pushed again until his whole penis was buried to the hilt into the
teenager's premises. John moaned in pleasure and pressed, even more, he
remained quiet for a few seconds and then started shoving into his
friend. The pumps increased as the boys could only hear their moans and
gasps.

	"Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!" Sammy murmured with his eyes closed,
his thick red lips were near open to breathe as that new sensation scaled
his body. When John felt his orgasm was just there he stopped, bent over
and kissed Sammy's sexy lips. Instinctively Sammy placed his hands around
his friend's head and pulled hard his face to him. "Oh God, that's feels
so, so good!" John was very close to orgasm, he felt the tightness of Sammy
bowels around his hard cock and still with their lips sealed John moved his
hips back and forth; he rose to give Sammy the finals humps. They moaned
loudly as John stroked his friend's cock that immediately exploded spurting
his semen, his first shot reached his open mouth; the second and others
landed on his chest. John gave a final thrust with a groan and his load
went deep into Sammy's bowels. He fell on top of his friend that pushed him
to his chest; both breathing hard and their young hearts beating at
unison. They remained quiet for some time enjoying the closeness of their
hot bodies. "It has been wonderful, John. Only a good friend can do
something like this." John raised his head and caressed his friend's face
tenderly.

	"Yes, it has been good. I think that both needed it." After a few
minutes caressing each other, they separated and lay face to face; their
heads on the pillow. Sammy then said:

	"John, you know that I enjoy a lot this and I'm all the time
looking forward to the next day that we could do it together, however,
since the school started, something has happened that I thought would never
come." As John kept silence Sammy continued: "I... I... I think... am in
love. It is an impossible love, but perhaps because I know I won't reach
him it is even stronger." He paused as John caressed his friend's silky
hair encouraging him to continue speaking. "During the past two weeks I
have dreamed about him, my cock gets hard and I have stained the sheets a
few times dreaming about him." John caressed tenderly Sammy's sexy lips
with the back of his hand.

	"Do I know him? Who is the fortunate that has conquered your
heart?"

	"Yes, you do; the fortunate one would be I." He blushed. "He... he
is Karl. I tremble whenever he's near me; I think that I worship him from
the moment he rejected my friendship last year. I thought it was because I
felt sorry for him and because he was alone and I felt pity for him, but I
had to convince myself that it is something different. Your words about
what could be love matches exactly about what I feel about him. He is so
beautiful, so good, so..." He paused.  "Sorry John, I must be honest to
you; but I would like him now on top of me kissing me, and if he liked,
fucking me..."

	"That's good, Sammy; he is a good boy and I wish him all the best,
he is very fortunate to have a lover like you and not a silly ass as most
of the boys are. If I were you, I would take any opportunity to say it to
him. He is not the kind of boy who would make fun out of you. He is one of
the best persons I have ever met. Who knows?"

	"Do you think he is gay, too?"

	"Sammy, you are my friend, so please, let me not to answer that
question. That's something you must find out by yourself. If you love him,
you should declare your feeling to him; if I was Karl and you asked me, I
would feel very proud and honoured because you are a great boy, too,
Sammy. Don't you realise that everybody likes you?" Sammy looked at his
friend a little bit surprised and hugged him very hard, he knew he liked
this. When they separated from their long and hard hug, he said:

	"Yes, I am very fortunate having good friends like you and your
beautiful cock."  Laughing he jumped on the bed and took John cock into his
mouth, starting sucking him hard.  When John's cock was hard Sammy went on
top of him and straddled his hips, he then guided John's dick to his hole
and sat on him impaling himself. "Let's enjoy tonight John." Saying that he
started moving up and down on his friend's cock until that beautiful
sensation was approaching, John thought to help and took Sammy hard cock
and wrapped it with his hand.  Again when he was close to his climax Sammy
stopped for a couple of minutes, bent over John and their mouths and
tongues met. He knew how much his friend loved his kisses. They resumed
their lovemaking and after a few minutes sweating and moaning they reached
a glorious climax at the same time. Sammy spurted his semen on John's chest
and belly as he felt his friend load far into him. Breathing hard they went
into a mutual hug again. John dragged the covers and they drifted to
sleep. It was late.

That's what had happened in that room, but Ben and George were in the next
one and John's had heard a muffled squeal. He grinned and closed his eyes.

Ben and George entered their room, closing the door behind them; the
twelve-year-old boy proceeded to undress followed by the naughty smart
little boy that was watching closely his moves. Ben has not hard-on but he
looked at his young friend that was getting naked and his dick started to
get erected. To George's astonishment, Ben got naked and went under the
covers, so he did the same, but his little weenie was hard; Ben grinned at
the lovely view.  George dragged down a little the covers, so his butt was
in the air when lay down.

	"It is fantastic to feel the sheet without pyjamas, I do sometimes
when Sammy is not watching me and always my little sausage gets hard." Ben
grinned, he wanted to chat with that smart little boy, he liked him a lot
and made him laugh with his occurrences; he resembled a lot to his father
that always had a good temper and was telling jokes. The little boy, the
same as his elder brother, had the most beautiful and sexy lips he had ever
seen; he wanted to kiss them, but Ben thought they had time. George was too
young, though himself had started having sex at his age, though that was
different in the orphanage with so many boys around him. They were with
their heads on the pillow facing each other; George extended out his hand
and caressed Ben's silky curly blond hair. "Your hair is like silk, Ben. I
like it a lot." Ben grabbed his hand and placed it on top of his head so,
the little boy could enjoy it. "My cock gets hard when I touch you, Ben; I
love this sensation in it." George stared at Ben's dick. "Yours is larger
and thicker than mine. Can... can I touch you, Ben?" Ben grinned because
that was what he was waiting for.

	"You can touch, lick, kiss, nibble or suck any part of me,
George. I'm sure I will enjoy it."  The lithe boy sighed and smiled because
that was what he has in his mind. Ben was his friend, his hero and he loved
anything he wanted. He extended his hand and wrapped Ben's cock and moved
up and down his shaft. Ben gasped in pleasure.

	"It is hot, Ben; it feels so smooth and lovely...I like it." Ben
laid his back on the bed as George slowly stroked his hard cock, he looked
at his friend, extended out his left hand and rubbed Ben's chest. Ben
gasped. "Do you like it, Ben? What is it the clear fluid on top of your
cockhead?" The little boy asked.

	"I like it a lot George, that's precum, it is to prevent my cock to
get soared when I jerk it off. His real name is pre-seminal fluid, and also
the girls produce it with the same aim when they receive a cock into their
vagina. You cannot yet produce it because you are very young, so you must
use your saliva or baby cream, instead." George grinned. Then he folded his
knees and sat on his calves near Ben, looking at his friend for approval,
he bent his head, kissed the top of Ben's dick and slowly he put it into
his mouth. He tested the flavour of Ben's precum; Ben moaned in pleasure,
his breath increased. George thought he had hurt Ben and retrieved his
head. "Please George, don't stop now, it feels very, very good..." The
little boy grinned and resumed his sucking as Ben added: "Please, mind your
teeth, do it only with your lips and tongue." The little boy was a quick
learner and he continued sucking Ben's meat. After a few minutes, Ben
closed his eyes, his legs got rigid as a spasm went thru his body; he
arched his hips, placed his hands on top of George's head and pushed down
the little boy's head so he near got him gagged. Ben moaned loudly, he had
to take his hand on his mouth because he wanted to squeal.

George continued sucking him, but when he noticed his friend's cock was
getting flaccid he stopped and stared astonished at his adored hero. When
Ben recovered his breathing, extended his arms out and dragged the little
boy on top of him; he could not help and kissed the little boy's
lips. George liked a lot being like that, he felt his little weenie harder
than ever before rubbing against his new friend's belly. He had felt very
good when Ben kissed him like a girl, but he said nothing; he remained
quiet for a few minutes. He thought he would have liked to be there for the
whole night. He raised his head and caressed Ben's hair again.

	"It looks like you have had a good time, Ben. Did I do it
correctly?" Ben looked at him and dragged the boy to him in a tight hug and
rubbed his back.

	"Yes, you did it very well." The ten year-old-boy greened with
pride hearing that from his worshipped friend. "I must teach you something,
but I have enjoyed it very much. Now is your turn; please lie down and I'll
show you, I'm sure you will like it, however, this will be our secret, you
must not tell anyone, so we can do it again whenever we like and have a
chance." The little imp smiled slyly.

	"Oh don't worry! I know we can't say anything about this or about
what my brother and John do together; it is not anyone's business." Ben
smiled as the little and smart boy laid on the bed looking intensely at
him. Ben kneeled near him and sat on his calves, he started licking and
nibbling the little boy's earlobes as he giggled moving his head to where
Ben was licking. He continued licking George and could see how the little
boy gasped placing his hands on his friend's silky hair. Ben sucked his
little nipples and rubbed the hard little nubs with the tip of his tongue;
George's reaction was a loud moan as his weenie got harder and harder,
jerking with each heartbeat. Ben then licked his navel and after a while,
he looked at the little boy pink face, Ben grinned because he knew what he
was feeling and expecting. Ben suddenly took the whole little package into
his mouth; with his tongue, he played with his little nuts while he felt
the head of the little boy's cock rubbing his mouth ceiling. Ben then left
the balls and concentrated on the hard little meat, licking the tip with
his tongue at the same time he sucked it. George did not expect this; he
trembled, closed his eyes and breathed heavily; then he felt that strange
sensation of a great need of peeing coming from his butt to the tip of his
little cock. He arched his hips and gripped his friend's hair; he continued
with his eyes closed and was tilting his head to each side on the pillow:

	"Ben... please...stop, I... I can resist...!" The little boy
whispered, then he pleaded: "Please don't stop!" Don't stop now!
Please...stop!"  He said near sobbing. He moaned loudly, near a scream, but
Ben continued sucking his hard little dick as he rubbed the smooth little
boy's upper legs. George's body got hard like a board, arched again his
hips and pleaded Ben to stop and not to stop. He gritted his teeth as a
grimace showed on his face; his eyes closed, he stretched out his rounded
and little fatty legs and again he folded his knees in an attempt of
preventing Ben's mouth continued sucking his engorged dick but in vain.

He was mad with this new feeling that subsidized and again came back making
him see stars, planets and rainbows during those endless minutes as he
squealed. Probably those were little dry orgasms that hit the young
boy. When Ben thought it was enough, he left his jerking little cock, and
moved to the head of the bed; George was breathing hard and sweating. When
he recovered opened the eyes and found his adored hero in front of him
grinning and rubbing his sweated hair. He now was more convinced than ever
before how much he loved his friend; instinctively he extended out his arms
and grabbed Ben head to him, he then kissed him hard on the lips. He
blushed because he didn't know why he did it. Ben kissed the little boy
back and then laid on his right side staring at him with a sly smile. After
a few minutes, Ben began to caress the young boy face and rubbing his
smooth chest. Then George opened the eyes with a beautiful smile on his
face.

				Chapter 17
				--------------

	"Was it good, George? The little boy looked at him, he blushed
again but suddenly he jumped on top of Ben and started petting and licking
him all around his body, including his soft cock. Ben giggled at the
explosion of the little boy. He caressed his rounded and smooth face, gave
a peck and said: "Now I want to teach you how you must kiss a girl, so she
likes you and your cock." The little rat looked at his hero astonished.

	"But you have kissed me and I have kissed you as in the movies."

	"That was a friendship secret kiss, but not a sexy one. A real kiss
means to put your tongue into my mouth and I'll do the same to you." The
little boy looked perplexed.

	"Yuck! That looks gross, Ben. I watched John and Sammy doing it
like that, but..."

	"Let's give a try; if you don't like or don't want it you can stop
me. That was what I said the first time I was kissed like that; it is
called French kissing." George chuckled and nodded.  Ben sat on the bed
with his back against the bed headboard and then placed the little boy on
his lap with his arm around him. George quivered when he felt his friend's
arm around him, their dicks were hard again. Ben then bent his head and
their lips met again; after a few seconds savouring those sexy lips he
pushed his tongue and parted the young boy's teeth, his tongue entered the
small cavity and found the sweet organ. The touch made George tremble as a
spasm went thru his little body as he started experiencing the same feeling
as when Ben was sucking his penis. He eagerly sucked Ben's tongue and in
seconds both young boys were overwhelmed by a passionate sensation that
lasted a few minutes; then they separated while their saliva near got out
of their lips.

	"Oh my God! That was fantastic, Ben. I watched John and my brother
doing it but I didn't appreciate their tongues. Let's do it again." George
sat on his friend's knees, placed his little arms around Ben's neck, their
lips met and tongues swirled inside in a passionate long kiss. Ben's cock
was hard pushing the little boy butt; George felt that and broke the kiss,
looking at his friend he added: "Your cock is hard, Ben. Please, put it
into my butt as John did to my brother. It must be good because I
appreciated how they were having a great time." Ben's dick was not as large
and thick as John's, so he thought George could accept it without hurting
him, however, he did not want to cause him the minimum pain.

	"I can do it, if you want it, George, but I don't want to hurt you,
besides, we are friends and I like you heaps. I'll leave this for another
time when you are a little bit older or are sure that you want it.

	"Ben, I want it right now, however, if you don't want to please
me..." Ben thought that the little boy could think he did not want to
please him, that he was not his real friend. So he got serious and said:

	"Alright George, we'll do it as an experience, but we'll never
repeat it. Do you agree?"

	"Yes, I do. We are not gay for doing once, are we?"

	"No, we aren't." The little imp grinned, and Ben continued. "You
must promise me that if you feel some discomfort or pain you will stop me."
The little boy nodded smiling. "Alright, I must go to the bathroom and
bring something that will facilitate it. Come with me and we'll have a
pee." They unlocked the door and went to the bottom of the passage into the
bathroom; their dicks were hard, especially Ben's in expectation of what
would come after a few minutes. After peeing they returned to their room;
George jumped on the bed while Ben locked the door. "Put on four legs but
your head and your arms on the pillow, so your bum is on the air." George
obeyed and watched how Ben pushed the tube and extracted a large glob of a
whitish cream, he put it at the entry of the boy's pink hole and pushed his
finger inside. George gasped and grinned, a new glob and the same action;
when Ben thought it was enough, he carefully introduced a second finger;
the little boy gasped again, he thought he was ready to accept his thin
long dick. He smeared some cream on his cock. George had his face turned to
Ben, watching the preparations. "Are you ready, George? Remember you must
tell me to stop if I hurt you."

	"Alright, but I am sure you won't hurt me." Ben grinned; he was
excited because that was the first time he was going to fuck a younger boy
after a few months, he had done it sometimes before they left the
orphanage, and he loved it. He looked to the beautifully rounded butt
cheeks and the pink hole in front of him; his cock was jerking in
anticipation. With his left hand, he guided his cock and with his right one
he pulled George to him. The greased meat found a little resistance at the
entrance, mostly due to the inexperienced little boy, but he pushed hard
and half of his dick went into the young boy's bowels. George gasped as he
felt his adored hero dick in him. He had felt only a little discomfort but
he was a brave boy and now had disappeared. Ben remained for some seconds
quiet, then he retracted until only the head of his penis was in, then he
pushed slowly and enter his cock to the hilt. George said nothing but
moaned.

	"How do you feel, George? Have I hurt you?"

	"Oh, not at all! Only a little discomfort at the beginning, but now
is gone. Go ahead entirely, I feel full." Ben grinned as he started fucking
the little boy; firstly in slow motions then he increased the pace; with
his left hand, he started stroking George's boy cock as he moaned.  After a
couple of minutes, they were in a frenzy action getting near his orgasms,
especially Ben.  Both were breathing hard, George felt how his friend's
cock touched something into him that made him feel very good. He could not
resist the feeling and went flat on his tummy. Ben did not stop, he
continued slamming into the boy and he felt how his cock was pressed inside
of that hot cavity; that was enough to him reaching the peak of his
orgasm. He wanted to squeal but he knew his brother was in the other room
and did not want him to make fun of him, he moaned loudly and fell on top
of his little friend breathing hard. After a minute he kissed the young
boy's cheek and George felt the happiest boy in the world. He then
murmured: "Did you enjoy it, Ben?

	"Yes, a lot. You have the most beautiful bum I have ever fucked."
George turned around as Ben's cock went out of his hole with a "flop" sound
that made laugh the little boy. George then dragged Ben's head to him and
kissed him on the lips. Ben paid him back and soon they were engulfed in a
fury kissing with their tongues swirling inside their mouths.

	"I am happy that you enjoyed it. I did, too, though I prefer when
you suck my weenie. Do you want to do it again? I like to feel your heavier
body on top of me, you are so hot and smooth..." Ben could not but to
caress tenderly that lovely young boy. "I love you very much, Ben." The
little boy said sincerely. "Never an older boy looked after me as you do,
and you are... so pretty." The little boy flushed as he heard his own
words.

	"I love you, too George. You are a wonderful and pretty boy, too. I
am sure all girls will wet their pants for you."

	"I like girls too, but right now I don't mind about them. Let's do
it again, Ben. The elder boy grinned, his cock was hard again and he had
not stopped caressing his friend's worn that was hard.

	"Alright, we'll do it differently; you will fuck me. No one has
ever fucked me before, but you are a very special friend, I don't want to
be a virgin any longer and nobody more suitable than you. This demonstrates
how much I like you, George." These words went deep into George's little
heart that responded hugging very tight his friend.

	"As you said, only once, this time, because we are not gay like my
brother Sammy, and I want to grow to fuck my friend Virginia. She is the
hottest girl in Richmond. Richard, my best friend in the school, said that
Helen is the hottest, but he is wrong." Ben laughed and ruffled the little
boy wet hair. He then went on his back and raised his legs to his chest.

	"Please hand me the tube, I'll lube my butt and then I'll grease
your dick; I don't think it is necessary, but I like you to enjoy it right
from the start." George could no stop himself and again hugged his new
friend. Ben took a glob of the slippery substance and introduced it into
his butt with his middle finger. George was watching him with his eyes
fixed in the operation, he sighed as he touched his uncut dick that was
very hard. Ben then took another glob of the whitish cream and smeared it
on the little boy's cock. "Are you ready, George?

	"Yes, I am." The exciting little imp answered. Then Ben went on his
tummy, took the pillow and placed it under his crotch, raising his greased
butt.

	"Go ahead and enjoy you fucking me." The little boy grinned
slyly. He did not wait for a second-order; he opened a little Ben's butt
rounded cheeks, placed his three and a half inches boy cock on at the
sphincter and pushed. In a single thrust, he went all the way into his
adored friend's guts. He started moving forward and back, as a rabbit
increasing the pace as he started to feel his new dry orgasm building. At
the same time, he introduced his little hand under Ben's body and began
stroking his hard dick. George moaned as he felt that nice feeling again
coming to his small cock. Ben was near his peak but he wanted it to last,
so he made the little boy stop and laid his tummy on top of himself. George
felt the hot and smooth skin under him and instinctively licked Ben's back;
he could not be happier, however, he wanted badly to kiss Ben as they had
done before, not understanding why his friend had stopped him.

Suddenly, Ben turned over and placed the little boy on his back under
himself, he watched the gorgeous lips and both joined their mouths on a
long and wet kiss. Ben started moving up and down so he was fucking himself
impaled and at the same time masturbating himself. Ben moved up and down
increasing the pace as he felt that lovely warmth sensation thru his young
body. George felt his dick pressed inside of Ben's bowels as the young boy
was hit with several dry orgasms; a spasm went thru Ben lithe body as he
reached the peak of his orgasm. Ben then fell on top of his beautiful imp
friend, breathing heavily, sweating and exhausted. He caressed the little
boy with tender affection as he raised his head a little and kissed Ben on
the lips; Ben then looked at him and asked:

	"Did you enjoy it?" The little boy grinned tiredly as Ben
disentangled and lay near the exhausted young boy.

	"Yes, a lot, but I feel very tired." The young boy was worn-out and
his bedtime over passed; he yawned and happily fell his head on top of
Ben's chest; in seconds he was hard asleep. Ben kissed his forehead and
slid him to his left side. Ben looked at the boy's beautiful butt cheeks,
he moved, lapped and licked them, he knew George was a hard sleeper and now
nothing would wake him up. He stayed quiet staring at the naked boy lying
near him; then, caressed gently the young boy's head and dragged the covers
over them. He pushed George to him dragging his little body to his, like
two spoons; he kissed him again, but this time on his back neck and hair
and drifted to sleep.

While the four boys were enjoying their sex feelings, Mary and her Granny
were talking about boys and girls; Mary had her head lying on the old
woman's lap, taking pleasure in watching the relaxing and beautiful
landscape of the forest, covered by a thick layer of snow. The house was
heated and the temperature invited to chat. Mary liked these moments to
relax with her adored Granny. The old woman deeply adored her grandchildren
to whom they considered their real mother. After a silence, while her
grandmother caressed her smooth cheeks, the girl said:

	"I like these moments when I have you only for me, Granny. I know
I'm a little bit selfish, but I want to be honest to you." She paused. "On
the other hand, they are enjoying their sleepover and I am happy about
this."

	"How do you know they are enjoying there?" Mary laughed as she
raised her head to stare at her Granny directly in her old eyes.

	"You are joking, aren't you Granny?" Before the old woman could
answer, she continued. "Ben and John are the funniest boys of Richmond. In
the school the girls sigh about them, all my friends have asked me to
introduce Ben to them and..." The old woman interrupted her.

	"And, of course, you have refused it, am I right little imp?" Mary
grinned as she sighed, too.

	"Granny, do you know? For the first time, I think am in love." The
lady grinned and kept in silence encouraging the girl to continue. She
enjoyed being with her grandchild because both were women; one would soon
disappear while the other would blossom into a beautiful woman just in a
few years. "Since I started menstruating I'm forced to look at those
beautiful boys' packages; especially to one in particular."

	"Who is the fortunate boy who attracts your heart and thoughts?"
The girl sighed as the woman continued. "I had noticed something in you,
some changes... I was a little bit older than you are now when I fell in
love with your grandfather. He was so beautiful, so..."

	"Great." The girl finished her sentence as she grinned. "Yes
Granny, he's handsome besides great. I suppose you have guessed who he is;
anyway, he is Ben." The woman smiled slyly.

	"The prettiest boy from the school..."

	"Granny, he is not only pretty, but he is also a little educated
gentleman; it isn't strange that his father is so proud of his boys. John
is the number one of his grade in maths, physic and computer, the same as
his father is. Ben... well Ben speaks fluently three languages besides
English, and he is good in maths and history. In spite of being brothers,
they are very different."

	"Why?" The woman asked. The smart girl sighed.

	"I don't know Granny. It is just a feeling." She paused for a
moment and continued. "I'm sure that George will tell you tomorrow that he
has spent the best sleepover up to now.

	"Well, normally, two boys enjoy together, it is part of growing up,
later everything goes in different ways; as you are experiencing lately."
The girl suddenly rose from her grandmother's lap and seriously said.

	"Granny, it is more than thoughts. I dream about him being in the
bed making it out, and when I get up, my panties are soaked with my
juices. I... I have decided that I need to get an end with this."

	"How will you do that if you are not forced by someone? Except for
the time, nothing will get your mind to do differently." The girl grinned.

	"Granny, I don't want to forget those moments! When I have those
dreams, the day looks marvellous, there are flowers everywhere, math is a
beautiful matter; in summary, I am very happy." She paused. "My birthday
was one of those days and it ended as I had thought: with a long and wet
kiss. We would have done something else, but we easily understood it was
neither the place nor the moment. Granny, he is so serious and
reasonable... another boy would have tried to force the situation, but he
didn't. He assumed the situation as a man and respected me and my wish
without questioning anything. Do you understand?"

	"Yes, I understand it very well." The woman paused for a moment and
then added bluntly. "Now I'm sure you will try to get this boy to your bed
and get rid of your virginity. Am I right?" Mary laughed loudly.

	"As usual, you go straight to the point, Granny. It seems you read
my thoughts like a witch."

	"The evil is wiser than anybody because he is very old, and not
because he is a demon."

	"Well... I want to do what my brothers are enjoying tonight;
nothing else." The woman smiled.

	"Please Mary, don't be rude. What does it make you think they are
having sex?"

	"I'm certain of it. Tomorrow you can ask George about. He and Ben
love each other, perhaps not as I love Ben; they are very hot boys and will
take any opportunity to enjoy themselves together." They kept quiet for
some minutes, and then the lady said:

	"You should realise that you are very young to have plain sexual
relationships with a boy; you could get pregnant and that would be a real
handicap in your life." Mary grinned slyly.

	"You are wrong, Granny. First, Ben has a long and thin dick, I saw
it the first time we met in the swimming pool, and he was devoid of any
hair on his crotch, this means he has not entered puberty yet, though he
must be almost near, because he will be twelve just in two or three
weeks. Second, as I told you, he is a little gentleman and I'm sure he
would take the necessary measures to prevent it. I wouldn't mind having a
beautiful baby as his father is, though this would complicate my
life. There are not many mothers at thirteen, at least in this country."

	"It seems you have thought about everything. Why are you telling me
all of this, then?  You can do whatever you want since you are a very
responsible girl..." Mary stopped her Granny.

	"Granny that night will be the best and most important of our lives
and I don't want to do it in the forest or a car, as many of my friends are
planning and some have done. I want to be comfortable and in a nice place,
so we can take all the pleasure from it. With other words, I need your
cooperation and help." The old woman opened wide her wrinkled blue eyes in
disbelief.

	"I think you are mad, my child. What would your father think if he
knows anything?"

	"Come on, Granny! He is a wise man that one day committed a great
mistake marrying a woman like my mother; but after that, he's doing very
well. Where do you think he and Patrick are tonight?" They laughed
loudly. "We know he immensely loves us and we pay him back the same. He's
the greatest father we could have, so our mother made good favour of
leaving us with you." The girl then hanged from the old woman's neck and
started kissing her on every place around her face. "You know very well how
deeply we care about you, old woman." The lady sighed. Yes, in this part
she fully agreed with the girl. She had worked hard, but Mother Nature had
gifted her with excellent health in order she could raise the three cherubs
that she was in love with.

	"You are an incorrigible little demon, Mary. What are your plans,
then?" The girl chuckled openly.

	"It will be very easy. Next time that Sammy asks for a sleepover,
coinciding with a "trip" of dad and Patrick, George will ask Ben here to
sleep. That's all."

	"But what's about George?" Mary grinned cunningly.

	"You leave that part to me, Granny. George loves Ben, and I adore
my little brother, in spite of what someone could think because of our
fights. He is the most gorgeous young little boy of the world, at least for
me; you know that, don't you, Granny?" The woman hugged her grandchild
tenderly; Mary murmured while she placed her arms around her with all love
she could muster: "You are the greatest soul..."

				Chapter 18
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Patrick arrived near at dawn, he had spent a great night with Samuel and
some of his friends; and he was tired and needing a good sleep. It has been
good medicine for his sadness and depression, he felt better than ever
before but he needed to be near his sons. As soon he entered the house he
went upstairs, he opened John's room and found what he expected: a lovely
smell of boy sex and two young teenagers sleeping in a common embrace. He
grinned and closed the door. Then he did the same with Ben's, and they were
so tight united that seemed only one body. He knew that probably they had
been having a good time, but he was not so sure because George was only
ten, but likely to feel those wonderful feelings if anyone knew how to do
it. He closed the door, had a shower and after refilling the boiler, he
went under the covers in his room.

Nine hours later, George woke up still in his friend's arms. He felt the
wetness of the cream that Ben had put in his butt but nothing else, he
turned around and faced his friend, he envied his beauty, especially his
blond hair; he was blond too, but not as his adored friend, instinctively
he kissed Ben's lips and he woke up too.

	"It is nice to wake up like this, George." Ben dragged the little
boy's head to him and he returned the tender kiss. "I like you, little
rat." George sighed and grinned. "Well, I would like to be in bed the whole
day but I'm very hungry. What about you, George?" The younger boy jumped on
top of him and started making ticklish to Ben; he had to make a great
effort to stop the younger boy because he did not want to wake his father
up. "Let's go to the bathroom and have a good shower, but before, I defiant
you to a pee fight. They ran naked thru the passage with their pyjamas on
hand, and their dicks dangling, their bladders were full, so they went
under the shower and Ben counted: "one, two, three.". Streams of urine
started from the young penises, but this time George was the winner. In a
moment that Ben opened his mouth to say something, George aimed his dick to
him with such force that he filled Ben's mouth with his yellow liquid; the
elder boy spat but had to bear the stream on his face until George's
bladder was empty. The younger boy's giggles sounded to him as the glory
and without any notice, Ben went on his knees and took George's whole
package into his mouth and started sucking him.  George moaned as Ben
sucked his little cock.

	"I... I... I want to suck you, too, Ben." The little boy said
gasping. Ben stopped sucking the boy's cock, he then lay on his back and
dragged the little boy on top of him. George did not know what Ben was
doing until he felt his cock again being sucked in a 69 position. Ben
placed his legs against the tiled wall so that his hip was in front of the
younger boy's face; George grinned and did not doubt a second taking Ben's
large cock into his mouth. Ben sucked him and soon he heard the muffled
moans from George and after a couple of minutes, he felt how the little boy
pressed his crotch hard against his face as he probably was enjoying a
beautiful dry orgasm. Twice Ben noticed the same pressure before he was hit
by that wonderful feeling in his loins and seconds after on the tip of his
dick. He arched his hips against George, the boy understood and made an
effort to take a maximum of the elder boy's dick into his mouth, he almost
gagged. Both groaned in pleasure and stopped sucking, still their mouths
full of cock.  They quickly recovered and the young boy added: "That's what
I enjoy, Ben; that's wonderful. I have learnt a lot of things that I'll put
on practice with my friend Richard next time he comes to my house." He
looked at Ben and blushed as he said: "However I prefer doing it with you,
Ben, I like that." Ben dragged him to his chest and their lips and tongues
met again.

	"I like doing it to you, George; you are a marvellous and beautiful
boy." The little boy blushed again. They opened the water-mixer and
showered together; their dick got flaccid and when they were drying George
said:

	"I like to touch your hair, Ben. Can I dry it? I like to feel it,
it is so silky..." Ben nodded and sat on the stool while the little boy
combed and dried his hair with a blower. Ben did the same to him, but
George had the hair short and he finished quickly. They dressed and went
downstairs to the kitchen, taking care not to make much noise as his dad
was sleeping. They heard the water running in the downstairs bathroom and
giggled in complicity. "It seems your brother and mine are having a great
time," George said smiling.

	"Yes, they are good friends and are very fond of being and enjoy
together." He changed the subject and added: "Since you have combed and
dried my hair, I'll prepare you the best breakfast you ever had. I enjoy
cooking, especially breakfast. I'm starving and I suppose you too." The
little boy nodded. They had breakfast and George belched satisfied.

	"You are a good cook, Ben; I'll tell our brothers that they have
breakfast ready." He approached the bathroom's door and in a low voice he
told them amused: "Apart from the salami in your mouths, if you are still
hungry, Ben has prepared breakfast for you both." He laughed and Ben did
the same, as he understood the meaning of that little imp's words.

They spent that day playing and enjoying their young lives. Monday arrived
and school with it.  The days went by, and on Thursday, Patrick received
two calls, one from his friend in Baltimore advising that the house had
been purchased at a good cost; and another from his lawyer, calling them
for a final hearing on eight days, so two Fridays ahead. It was now near
three months since they had met in the forest and it seemed ages to
them. On Wednesday when they returned from school, as usual, Patrick was
waiting for his sons at the house main door. He always liked to kiss them,
but he did it into the house. John and Ben enjoyed that moment of affection
kissing his father and they did not mind doing it in public but understood
that some boys could make fun of others as they considered such behaviour
only for little boys.

After doing their homes works and had dinner, the boys and father took
pleasure sitting on the large sofa and chatted about the day's events in
the school and heard the news headlines on the TV. John switched on the
set. The first news was a terrorist action in the quiet capital city; a
luxury limousine, carrying two persons, the Governor of their State and the
southern neighbour, had been blown up; the car had not got in flames,
however, both were dead. The pictures of both men appeared on the screen
and the boys got white. Patrick had observed his sons reaction but said
nothing, expecting they would say something. John glanced at his brother,
stood and ran upstairs, followed shortly by Ben. They switched on the
computer and logged on the Internet, John wrote the web page on the most
important newspaper of the state, and as they presumed, the pictures of the
killed men were there. John filed both and logged off from the net. He went
to the file and made double click on one of them, and with the "Paint
shop's" tool he painted a mask on the one with the scar on his upper lip.

	"He is the man, Ben. He is the GB!

	"I knew it because I saw the other man last year when they took me
together with Paul, Peter and Al."

	"I'll print the three pictures." He made a large DIN A4 print of
each, switched off the computer and went downstairs where Patrick was
listening to the rest of the information regarding the murder. They showed
the large pictures to him: "He is the man, dad; he is the man that whipped
me, and the other one participated many times in the orgies, Ben has
recognized them." He extended out his arms and both boys sat near him, he
hugged them very tightly.

	"That's over now, sons, please try to forget or at least don't
think much about it. At that moment the phone rang and Patrick took the
receiver, after one minute or so, he hanged it down. "It is our lawyer, as
a consequence of this act the meeting with the Judge had been postponed for
a week. It seems the Judge was a close friend of one of the killed men."
After a while, the boys went to bed, Patrick was sure they would not get
asleep easily. They went under the covers and Ben cuddled into his
brother's arms. Ben knew his brother could not sleep, as himself.

	"John, what do you think about him being murdered?" John kept
silence while he caressed his brother's silky hair.

	"I don't know Benny. But I think he was not as criminal as to be
murdered. He and his friends took advantage of many of us, most of the
times we were obliged to do things that we hated, but on the other hand,
that led us to run away and to know our father, perhaps this circumstance
makes me think differently about him." Ben turned to see his brother, he
had deeply hated that man that whipped John and was ready to repeat on
himself.

	"I can't think the same about him; now that he is dead I forgive
him. However, whenever I watched your scars in the past months, something
was telling me that sometime I would search him and make him the same he
did to you and was ready to do to me." John hugged his younger brother very
tight, kissed him on the lips and drifted to sleep. The week went on in the
school, everybody commented the events but John and Ben disregarded to
enter the conversations, they always said they had not any opinion and did
not mind about two old men being murdered into a car. Patrick knew what his
sons were fighting but he did not want to interfere in their thoughts,
eventually, they would talk to him, if they needed. On Thursday when they
returned from school and were sat on the couch, Patrick added:

	"Boys, once we finish our business in the Capital city, we have
some free time; what's about if we fly somewhere and spend the weekend
there? I would like to go back to Baltimore, it is a good place, though
cold and humid in this time of the year, I want to show it to you before
the real cold weather arrives." John looked surprised at his father; he was
excited and flushed when he answered:

	"Dad I have never flown, I wonder how it is like. I love the idea."
He then stared at his little brother, obviously, he was not so excited
before the perspective of flying, he had done it many times. Before Ben
could say anything Patrick suggested.

	"In that case, you should prepare your luggage for a weekend; I'll
make the flight booking for tomorrow afternoon. I'll phone Manuel and you
will see the most beautiful girls you have ever seen; well, at least they
were until some months ago." The boys laughed, jabbed his father and went
into their rooms to prepare their luggage. They boarded the train early,
and around 10:00 they were in the lawyer's car driving to the Palace of
Justice. They entered thru a side door and soon they were in an empty large
room with many seats; besides them, two other persons were sat awaiting the
Judge to appear. The lawyer greeted them. The Judge showed thru a side
bottom door, everybody stood with respect as he sat down on his desk, then
all present in the courtroom sat down again.

	"Let's start with the procedure to officially grant the custody and
formal adoption of these two children to..." He went on requesting the
other persons, as representative of the Government, to argue against the
adoption; since no one was against it, the Judge finally said: "You,
formerly named John Foster, and you formerly named Christopher Benjamin
Mackellar, hereby I declare your surname is Rockfield and here present
Patrick Rockfield is your father to whom you will owe respect and..." The
hammer stroke on the desk and the procedure ended.  The boys hugged his now
real father and shook hands with the lawyer and the Government's social
representatives. Then the judge added: "This procedure has ended; please
clear the room."

Then, the Judge addressing to the boys, Patrick and their lawyer, said:
"Please enter my office, I would like to make you some personal questions."
They followed the man and entered a comfortable room, near all the walls
covered by shelves full of books; they sat on a large black leather couch,
the man continued: "Boys, you are free to answer or not my questions, but I
have something for you." The boys stared at their father and lawyer;
Patrick nodded and Judge explained. "One of the men murdered a week ago,
was a friend of mine. He was one of the most powerful and rich men of this
country. In his will, he appointed me as his trustee." He extracted a large
picture, the one they had seen on the papers, and showed to the boys: "Did
you see this face before the terrorist attack?" John bent his head, and
then took an envelope he had carried with him, just in case the subject was
brought up.

	"Sir, we have never seen that face, however, I saw this one; he
lashed and whipped me and abused my brother and many other boys, including
myself." The Judge took the picture with the mask on and he understood that
the intelligent boy did not want to be involved or directly blame anybody.

	"Assuming that both are the same person, what do you think about
him doing what he did to you, John Rockfield?" The Judge asked:

	"He and his friends took advantage of us; my brother can confirm
this, nevertheless, he did not deserve to be killed like that; after all,
he was a human being and we have a Justice in this country..." He kept
silence, the judge knew very well his old late friend; he knew how fond he
was of boys as well as other few friends. He had tried to convince him to
change his behaviour without success. What was new to him, it referred to
the use of bondage on young boys to obtain sexual satisfaction. He and his
friends had contributed with large sums of money to improve orphanages and
on investigations to cure AID and other permanent sicknesses in Africa and
Asia. In summary, he had been a great benefactor of children and he only
"wanted just a little of their beauty for him to enjoy from time to time;
is that so bad?" Those were his own words; he had understood his friend but
did not share his views, at least from a legal point of view..." The voice
of the boy took him out of his thoughts. "...Apart from that, he was not a
bad man. I must be grateful to him because we could run away and find our
father; probably he was a tool for our fate." John saying this placed his
left arm around his father's waist and Patrick put his arms around his
boys' shoulders.

	"Patrick Rockfield, you are a very lucky man having such a son."
The Judge now added looking at the boys: "My friend amended his Will just a
month ago. He leaves an amount of money to a large list of boys ranging
from ten to fifteen y/o. John Foster and Benjamin Mackellar are on the
list; he grants $150,000 and $50,000, respectively. Do you accept that
money?" The boys were astonished as they looked at his father; Patrick
nodded as telling them to do whatever they liked. John then answered.

	"Sir, I accept the money, but not for me, my dad had given me all
that I need, however, there are a few boys in the orphanage that I want to
help if that's possible." The Judge confirmed encouraging him to
continue. "Especially two Mexican boys: Julio and Jose Lopez.  Their mother
used to come every Sunday to see them, we envied them, however, they are
very poor and his father died working in the underground world. Their
mother works for them but Immigration Services are waiting they reach the
age of eighteen to send them back to Mexico; unless she proves she had a
home for them. I expect with this money she can do it. The rest, if any,
for other old friends that helped us to run away. I'll produce a shortlist
if you need it."  Before the Judge could speak again Ben intervened.

	"Please sir, add my money to that project as my brother has
said. I'll be very happy about giving a great hug to them if we ever meet
them again."

	"You are great, boys!" The man exclaimed; he stood and hugged both
brothers.  "Everything will be done according to your wishes, and if you
sometimes want to visit them I'll arrange a meeting outside of the
orphanage. That's all." They shook hands and the group abandoned the
building thru a side door to the underground parking. Patrick was sat near
the lawyer; then he said:

	"As a culmination of our business, I would much appreciate if you
and your nephew could lunch with us. We are flying to Baltimore this
afternoon, so we have time enough to enjoy a good meal together." The
lawyer grinned, took his cellular phone and dialled his office; half an
hour later the five were sat in a corner of a luxury restaurant enjoying
their lunch and new friendship. When they finished, the boys and the young
lawyer went to the playing room while the adults chatted. "I think you have
something to tell me," Patrick said to the old man; he smiled.

	"Yes, I have." Patrick kept silence encouraging the man to start
speaking. "All that I am going to say is strictly confidential Patrick, and
I don't like the boys to know about this; it could affect them and mark
their lives, especially to John."

	"You have my word for it, besides I love those boys too much, the
rest of my life will be devoted to them and for their happiness, at least
until they are full men."

	"I know that." The man paused, looked thru the window a little bit
absent. "Those men did not die due to a terrorist attack, but by a suicide
arranged by our man." Patrick wide opened his eyes; he could not believe
what the lawyer was telling him. "The information provided by your boys is
the origin of that "attack". That affected two states, therefore, the FBI
handled the investigation, so a team came from Washington especially
appointed for this case. The conclusions were clear. As a lawyer, I felt
obliged to transmit what the boys said during our first meeting, to the
Judge and General Attorney. You can guess what they started to find. This
man was too important to promote a scandal that would affect many persons
and institutions, so everything was kept in the strictest secret; only
high-rank of FBI officers and the President have known about it. No
pictures of any kind or videos have been found, and if any, they have been
destroyed." After a pause, Patrick said.

	"I guessed that you would do that; in fact, it was your duty and
obligation. It's sad to say, but it is much better like this. Within some
months everything will be forgotten and no one will make questions about
it. Thanks for telling me." At that moment the boys and the young lawyer
returned. Ben then said, referring to the young man:

	"Dad, he is very good playing the play-station, he beat me and
almost beat John." They laughed, stood and abandoned the restaurant. After
saying goodbye to the old man, the young lawyer dropped them at the
airport; they checked in and went to their air terminal. John was astounded
about everything, especially when he watched so near the taking-off of some
planes and the great noise that they did. Within half an hour they boarded
the liner. Ben pushed his brother to sit close to the head and on the
window side. "If you were sat where you wanted you would spend the whole
flight watching the wing." John smiled to his younger brother, he was very
excited, Patrick sat on the same row, but on the other side of the
aisle. The plane started to move and John could hear his heart beating;
after a while, the plane started running and soon John could see the
terminal buildings as in a dollhouse.

	"Where is the noise? The plane climbed thru the clouds and soon
they were over a sea of clouds. "That's beautiful Benny! It is great!" Ben
laughed at the surprise of his brother. Half an hour later, the clouds
disappeared and land, mountings covered by the snow and little towns could
be seen far down there. After some time, they heard thru the speakers
announcing the arrival to Baltimore and to fasten the seatbelts. The plane
went into the sea and turned around to land; John was astonished and his
young heart started to beat into his chest again. After landing they went
to pick up the luggage. "Dad, Benny, that... that was awesome! I did not
know it was so great!" Patrick pushed the young boy to him while Ben
laughed. They collected their two small suitcases and went to the exit
gate. Before Patrick could realise, a ten y/o girl shouted: "Uncle
Patrick!" as she jumped into his arms. Patrick kissed the little girl and
rubbed her back.

	"My beautiful little Helen!" She separated a little and kissed him
hard on the cheeks.  "You have grown a lot lately. Another girl, this time
of about twelve y/o hugged him very tight, placing her white arms around
the man's waist. Patrick placed the little girl on the floor while he
hugged the young girl. She was tall for her age, probably almost as tall as
John; blond with long straight hair that cascaded to her shoulders tied
with a green lace, and lovely blue eyes. "Julia!  Julia my little July!"
Patrick exclaimed. "You are not a girl anymore, but a beautiful
"seņorita"! My god, you are so tall!" The girl blushed as she made eye
contact with John. Manuel and Nelly hugged him in a common embrace. They
broke it and looking at his sons he said: "Let me introduce you to my two
sons, John and Ben." Firstly they kissed the adults, then John looked at
the elder girl; he approached his lips and kissed her on the cheeks while
he felt her hot lips on his face. It was like an eternity, he felt an
electric discharge going from his toes to his face that made him deeply
flushing, and his face was as red as a beetroot. He stared at the girl and
she was red too. He had never felt that reaction in front of a girl, he was
not shy at all, but this girl was different. To distract his embarrassment
he kissed the little girl while Julia kissed Ben. Nelly then said:

	"Patrick, you have very handsome sons!" John and Ben grinned and
blushed; soon they were commenting on the flight and the little girl
started talking to Ben. The boy was amused because she was similar to
George, the same way of speaking but with a lovely ascent of Baltimore's
high society. John immediately departed with the older girl, he could not
stop watching her, she was wearing a blue dress, which contracted against
her blond hair; high socks and flat shoes; probably the school uniform
because her little sister was dressed very much the same. However, the
little girl had very dark hair and the most beautiful green eyes ever seen;
she denoted her Latin heritage of her father, while her sister was much
like his mother. John felt something in the pit of his stomach as he
instinctively watched the girl's marvellous bosom, not as big as Mary's,
but like little apples. Patrick then said: "We have booked in the Baltimore
Inn; I believe it is near your home.

	"Yes, only a block separates us. Nelly said. "But tonight you will
have dinner at home, I have prepared something special for you." Patrick
pressed the woman against him, she had been like a sister for him while his
wife had been alive; they were his real family. We have many things to talk
about, Patrick; I believe the hours will fly away very quickly. What are
your plans for tomorrow?"

	"I want to show the town to my sons, but that will be left for
Sunday morning; tomorrow our first visit will be for the house, the second
for the cemetery, and the third, I would like to see father Francis. He did
his best to help me; and if I have time, I would like to see my ancient
doctor." They checked in the hotel while Manuel and his family went
home. Julia could not take out from her mind the handsome boy she had just
met, she had not felt anything like this with anybody, she didn't hear her
little sister that was talking to her. Patrick and the boys took a quick
shower and walked down to Manuel's home. Helen opened the door, she now was
wearing jeans and seemed a little boy; Ben grinned because he thought about
George. Nelly, Manuel and Patrick sat in the kitchen, while the boys and
girls were talking in the living room; he loved the kitchen that brought
him fond memories from the past. Manuel and Nelly were anxious to ask him.

End of Part 3