Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 12:47:14 -0500 From: Paul Daventon Subject: Turning-The-Page-12 Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. This is a fantasy story in a time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it. The author finds pedophilia abhorrent, despicable and odious, so inhumane, only the act of criminals. Unfortunately, pedophiles do inhabit our country, many not ever being discovered. The earth would be so much better off without them, but the old saying goes, "it happens." Forewarned is forearmed. Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying this story, write to Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com. The Story Up Til Now ........ Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike. Brian saves himself, but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Police Lieutenant Nils Berger investigates a possible bomb at Mike's place. Brian's family retainer, Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's reelection, that their relationship may be revealed. When Brian's father died recently, Brian found out that Adam is his step-brother. Nils two sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story. Mike was in Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays viciously, and thinking Brian was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it. Mike is unconscious, not hurt too badly, and Brian was at his hospital bedside. Nils and Adam begin to realize that they love each other after a fierce love scene between them. While Mike was in the hospital, Brian stays by his side and meets Sean Pratt, Mike's nurse, who entices a very depressed Brian into sex with him. Nils is very sure that his sergeant, Rocco, ran Mike off the road and that he has been abusing his brother, Joey. Nils witnesses some of that abuse, accuses Rocco who knocks him out and escapes in Nils' cruiser. Nils takes Joey and Ben, the new couple, out to Mike's cabin to protect them from Rocco who has vanished. Mike awakens and soon is back to work. He meets Ben and Joey who are staying with him, Adam and Brian for safety. Adam daydreams of the previous night with those two young men. Mike is accused by his Party County Chairman, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of Mike being a homosexual. Brian and Mike make up while Adam and Nils try 'docking'. Roy MacLain had come from Washington to help them with financial and legal matters, and he's staying with Sean in his fancy apartment. Rocco, Joey and Ben also make up, but Rocco hits the drug house and is severely wounded. (From the previous chapter ... ) Joey's face showed anxiety first, then agonized distress to hear Rocco had been wounded if not worse. He looked at Nils, "We ... we .. saw him ... this morning," he sobbed, "in the woods and he and I talked." Tears running down his face, he stuttered, "He told me he loved me and apologized to me for hurting me ..... Nils, I do love him and I forgave him for everything. He said he had something to do, and would we wait until tomorrow to tell you that we saw him. Now I'm sorry we didn't tell you. Take me with you, Lieutenant, please, I need to see him, be with him." "Joey, I can't take you with me." He held up his palms toward Joey, "I really can't, but I will call and tell you where he will be taken. One of these guys can take you there. Ok?" Still crying, Joey nodded his head while Ben held him close. This happened right after he and Rocco had made up and both admitted loving the other, forgiveness all around. Why? his mind asked. "I'll let you know," Nils yelled as he ran out of the door, "keep up hope." CHAPTER TWELVE Just before midnight Joey and Ben were riding with Brian in his Mustang toward River City Metropolitan Hospital, near the city center, near where Sean lived and where Mike had been hospitalized. Nils had called them about half an hour before, stating that Rocco was in critical condition, but the doctors would be doing all they could. Rocco was conscious and wanted to see Joey and Ben as soon as they could get there. Brian was driving fast and because of the bucket seats Joey was sitting on Ben's lap in the passenger seat; not very safe but that was the least of their worries. Joey's face was stark white, the blood drained from it, sometimes he felt as if he would black out but Ben would hug him tightly and that gave him the strength to rebuild his energies. His mind was a torrent of visions from his past with Rocco, growing up together and after their parents died, Rocco helping so much to calm Joey's fears. Those were the good times, not what happened later when Rocco went out of control, practically schizoid, two different people. Tears ran down Joey's cheeks as he sobbed quietly. 'I sure wish he'd come back to me sooner, so we'd have had more time together'. "Nils said he was critical, Ben, is that real bad, or just bad?" He turned his head to face Ben, pleading with his eyes, then said, "I know, we have to wait until we get there." He lowered his head to Ben's chest, holding on tight. Brian spoke up, "Joey, we'll be there is a few minutes. Hang on, we'll see." When the car stopped at the door, Joey and Ben hopped out, leaving Brian to find a parking place. He yelled, "I'll find you right after I get the car parked." Joey nodded and turned to enter the emergency area, Ben followed. He asked the nurse at the desk where he could find his brother, Rocco Ferallini. "I'm afraid he is in critical condition, no visitors." the officious nurse decided. Ben broke in, "This is his brother, and he has been asking for him." He gave her a 'take no prisoners' look, "And, we'll take this place apart if you don't find the doctor right now. If something should happen before Joey sees his brother, you are in trouble!" Joey looked at his partner, surprised at his fierceness, but impressed, too. The semi-cowed nurse got up and walked quickly down the ER hall. A doctor's voice carried to the waiting room, "I told you that Sergeant Ferallini's brother should be shown in at once. See to it!" The nurse returned with a vicious look, but pointed to the bay where they could find Rocco, where the doctor was waiting just inside the curtains. "Hi, I'm Dr. Leonard, you must be Joey." "Yes, I am, and this is my partner, Ben Heskett, I would like to have him with me." The doctor looked at the pair sympathetically, well aware of the difficult time they would be having, probably more before the night was over. "Sure, that's fine, we'll consider you both relatives." He turned, holding back the curtain. "Come on in, Rocco is awake, but very weak. Do the best you can to keep him from becoming excited." Joey and Ben walked in the emergency bay, at first shocked at all the wires and monitors, beeps and ticks, and on the gurney lay Joey's brother, Rocco, mostly covered by a sheet but very still. Moving slowly to Rocco's side, Joey was dismayed because his brother looked so white and unmoving. he could barely see his chest rise and fall with his breathing. Ben moved to his side, put his arm around Joey's waist, "Why don't you take his hand, Joey, and call his name. He may be recovering from the anesthetic." Grabbing his brother's huge hand in his small one, Joey leaned over, "Rocco, it's Joey. I'm here now. Can you hear me?" He waited anxiously, then called his name again. Rocco's head slowly turned toward Joey's voice, but his eyes didn't open, just slightly fluttered, then quieted. Joey repeated his call, clutching Rocco's hand harder, brushing his hair back from his forehead, caressing his cheek. Then, on an impulse, Joey kissed Rocco right on his lips, holding there until his tongue could lightly rub them. "Mmmm," a sound from Rocco's throat, "that must be Joey." This time his eyes opened and sparkled with delight seeing Joey and Ben, too. "Joey, I'm so glad you got here. I've been trying to wait long enough." "If that nurse had had her way, we'd never have gotten here." Ben spoke out, trying to defuse the emotional tensions. He realized what Rocco had said, though he hoped Joey didn't. "Yeah, Rocco, and Ben gave her 'what for' and she let us in." Rocco had a faint smile on his lips. "You must be a real terror, Ben, I've run into Miss Gestapo before, without much luck. Guess I must have a good doctor." "You do have a good doctor, Rocco, I'm Brian Whitlow, Mike Keith's partner, and he was Mike's doctor recently." He paused, "Oh," he said, "I guess you know about that." Brian was embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Rocco, I didn't mean ..... I mean ... Oh hell," he lowered his head. Rocco's face had reddened a bit, but he had a bigger smile that time. "That's ok, Brian, it's all right. I'm sorry but I don't think that will matter now." The smile disappeared and he was silent, placid, as if trying to keep some severe pain from taking over. "Brian and Ben, would you give Joey and me a few minutes alone Five minutes, or so." When they were alone, Rocco whispered, "Listen to me closely, Joey. I don't know how much time I have. They won't tell me, now hold on, Joey, don't cry, just listen, please." Joey sniffled, "Ok Rocco, I'll try." His eyes were awash with tears, not dripping yet. "I've heard them talking and I don't think I have much chance. It's all right, I did what I wanted to do, got four of those bastards, but I didn't get the head man, that son of a bitch." Rocco's voice seemed to be weakening, "Come closer, Joey. Put your ear by my mouth." A deep cough seemed to wrench at Rocco's whole body, giving him terrible pain. It took a while before he could talk again. He could feel Joey holding tight to his hand, his other hand soothing his forehead. That helped. "Joey, listen. There is money I never told you about that we inherited from our parents.. I'm sorry for not telling you, but there is quite a bit of it. Go to our bank and see Mr. Archibald in the savings department. You are authorized to deposit and withdraw money in our account and I've arranged it so no matter what happens to me, you are taken care of." He managed a brief smile at Joey, "Now you will be able to have that restaurant you've always wanted. And I hope you have snagged that beautiful Ben to help you. Is that right?" Hearing those words Joey just couldn't help it and broke down completely, crying uncontrollably, "Oh Rocco, you've got to stay with me - don't go away, please," He sobbed. At that moment Rocco seemed to be fighting his devils, he barely spoke, "Listen Joey, listen close ... listen to me .... it's .... tone ... that ... it's ... .tone!" After those words, Rocco collapsed, his eyes closed and his hand gave Joey's a tight clasp, then relaxed. Joey found the nurse's button and punched it as hard as he could. In less than a minute the curtain parted and in rushed a tall redheaded male nurse who scanned the monitors. "What is it, doctor, what's wrong with my brother?" Joey was naturally confused. The beautiful smile on Sean's face beamed toward Joey, "I'm nurse Sean, and your brother is taking a well-deserved rest. He is still critical, but has worn himself out talking. It would be best if you could go home and rest yourselves. I don't think Rocco will be able to talk until morning. OK? Come back about 7 or 8 would be good. I'll call you if his condition changes before then. Ok?" The curtains again parted and Ben and Brian appeared in the bay. Sean turned to see who came in and was surprised to see Brian Whitlow, Mike's partner. "Hi, Brian, good to see you. How come you are here?" "I brought my friends to see Joey's brother. I guess they had trouble with Nurse Gestapo." He smiled and asked Joey, "Did you talk to Rocco?" "Yes, and we're to go home until morning. We'll be able to talk to him then. He's very tired and weak." Joey followed the others out of the bay with one last look at his brother. Joey was trembling, horribly frightened and hardly able to leave. He desperately want to stay to watch over Rocco, but finally convinced himself that the nurse was probably right. He walked slowly out to Brian's car, dragging his feet all the way. From a cell phone in his big, black Lincoln Town Car sedan, the tall man punched the numbers and waited impatiently for his call to be answered. "Yeah?" "It's me!" "Oh, yes, Mr. ..... whatever your name is." "Shut up, you idiot, you don't need to know. We have enough problems already." "Hey, boss, did you hear about what happened at the house ..." "Of course I did. Just keep quiet and listen." His voice was angry, but controlled. "You were supposed to get evidence for me on that man and his lover. When am I going to see it?" The small voice answered quietly, "Well, boss, I haven't been able to get close. That place they live in is well isolated, they can see all around. And there's another big guy living there, him I wouldn't want to mess with. He really looks tough!" "I don't care, get some video evidence of them doing anything sexual, or even if it just looks that way. The election is coming up soon, and I need some actual proof about him. Now get with it, Bailey, that's what I pay you for." "Ok, Mr. ..... ah .... boss, I'll get you some - soon, and, ok, by the way, I'm going to need something, you know, some stuff for me in a hurry. You got some?" The big man held his temper with difficulty, "Bailey, you get me something, and after that you'll get some stuff. Got it?" The voice answered meekly, "Ok, boss." Jake thought, 'Thank God I don't really need it." The circuit was closed, no more conversation. Thinking to himself, the man in the big sedan said, 'Damn, I lost four good men tonight and what am I left with, an idiot. Well, Jake might just happen to fall into something by accident and I don't have anything to give him anyway. The cops got it all after Rocco dreamed up a shootout.' He looked down at his lap where his cock was being sucked with expert professionalism by a young boy, under age, but so cute the man couldn't resist him. The red-headed boy was stripped naked, shivering lightly in the cool air conditioning of the car, lying on his stomach across the wide front seat, his knees bent to put his feet on the side window. The man's eyes devoured that gorgeous, slim body with it's slender, bubble-butt and smooth, perfect skin. He knew the boy could be trouble, but the big man just had to have him. If he caused him any trouble, the boy would just disappear. His big cock was really too much for the kid, too long and too thick, but the kid was very bold and did his best to deep throat it. The man couldn't help putting his hand on that pert, sassy butt, sliding his middle finger along the cleft between those full melons, searching for the kid's puckered hole, teasing him a little before suddenly thrusting into the little anus. The small one jerked in surprise, but almost immediately resumed his sucking, ignoring the invasion of his most private opening though he'd been fucked many times already in his young career as a boy selling his butt. The man suddenly realized that he was cumming and it was too late to stop. Damn, he wanted to fuck the kid, but after cumming he wouldn't be able to. Shit, when he was younger he could cum 3 to 4 times a night and wouldn't wear out. Damn, getting old. The naked kid ate all he spurted out, swallowing every drop and cleaned up his customer's cock and balls. GB also thought, damn, now he won't be able to fuck me - I needed that money. Shit. While the man put his clothes back together, the kid turned over, showing his 5" uncut cock, stiff and hard, big for his age, and got dressed and was ready to hop out of the car when they reached his neighborhood. He accepted the envelope from his 'john'. "See, ya," he waved brightly, "give me a call." The big man waved back, turned and drove away, the big luxury sedan effortlessly sped up and soon disappeared. GB Gunn watched until the big car was out of sight. 'Some day I'd like to cut his fuckin' dick off!" He smiled to himself, I just may do that. And, I may do something about those plans of his to mess with Mike Keith. GeeBee knew Mike because his brother worked for the congressman's campaign. Unfortunately, GB didn't know just who the big man was. Neither did Jake know his name. About 5 AM that early morning, Sean called Mike at the cabin, asking for Joey. Mike had made Joey and Ben sleep in Adam's bed to keep them near the phone. (Actually, Adam was away sleeping somewhere else. Hmmm) However, neither of them were asleep, and Joey took the phone. Within five minutes Joey, Ben and Brian again headed for the hospital. Rocco wasn't conscious, but was alive when they got there. Joey took Rocco's hand, caressing his head, talking to him quietly, but he didn't wake. Vaguely aware, Joey finally realized that the hand he held was inert and seemed completely slackened . Joey kissed his brother's forehead and held him a moment. Nurse Sean looked in, smiled sadly at Joey and left. Rocco passed away at 6:30 AM, a bright, shining morning, full of hope for so many, but not for Joey and his friends. They hoped only for a peaceful rest for Rocco. Rocco received a funeral befitting the hero he was so designated by the police officials and the news spread by the media of his bravery and dedication. His problems with the law were never revealed to the press, so many people came to his memorial service to hear him receiving praise. His final act of bravery and repentance toward Joey and Ben absolved him of his many sins, at least in Joey's and Ben's eyes. Mike and Adam stayed close to the two boys, watching carefully that they weren't hurt or embarrassed by nosy mourners, or by callous members of the media. Joey's and Rocco's uncle, Luigi Montoni, held a wake at his restaurant for select members of the family and friends. He hadn't gotten along with Rocco, but after all the publicity about his courage and exploits, decided to cash in on the publicity. Rocco had been cremated on the day of his death, so his urn would be placed in a cemetery plot next to their parents at a later time. After the funeral and wake the next day, the extended Michael Keith family retreated to the compound for a light evening supper. An early night for everyone was certainly in order after all the draining events of the two days. All of them, Mike, Brian and Adam were most considerate of Joey and Ben, making sure to express their love and admiration for the young men's calm and solemn outward appearances though their insides probably were twisted in knots. After deciding to stay by themselves in their small cabin, Joey and Ben retreated to their 'home'. They could easily take a couple days off from school and work, Joey's boss said he understood as did Ben's teachers. The others in the Keith family decided that Ben must have claimed some sort of relationship with Rocco. They also decided that Ben was becoming a really forceful and convincing speaker. The handling of Nurse Gestapo was a case in point. Well, they thought, Joey is not very outgoing, so he needs someone like Ben to help him out. The two young men left the main cabin, stepping off the porch hand in hand, stopping to look at the beautiful, moonlit lake waters, slightly ripples and sparkling, filling them with a deep sense of time and space of their mortal existence and moreso their relationship with each other. Arms around each other, heads bent together as if mentally communing, they slowly made their way into the woods and their cabin. Once inside Joey locked the door while Ben found some pop for them in the little refrigerator, handing Joey his pop while they sat together on the bunk. Joey's eyes became full of tears though he wasn't sobbing like before. "Ben, I've had a hard time these two days mostly because while I really did love Rocco, his treatment of me for a couple years made honest forgiveness difficult." He hesitated, then, "I know, I told him I forgave him and I'm sure I eventually will, but it is so hard." Ben put his arm around Joey's shoulders, holding tightly to his lover of five days. Joey calmed a little, then a wry smile came on his face. He spoke quietly, smiling a bit, his eyes crinkled, "I can't help wondering just which way Rocco has gone into his afterlife, up? or down?" Ben reasoned, "Joey, he had problems that he couldn't solve, he was misguided by sex but I think he was basically a good man, a hard worker and skilled police sergeant. Give him the benefit of the doubt." "Thank you for being here for me, Ben, I don't know what I'd do without you." The young men stood, came together and hugged, standing by the small table. Ben reached over and turned on the little radio where he found a station of rock oldies, nice, easy soft rock. "Joey, I'm here for you forever. Speaking of that, would you to go with me tomorrow to my parent's farm south of the city. I'd like you to meet them. How about it?" Wrapping his arms around Ben, "Of course I'll go, I'd like to meet your parents." They stood tightly together, embracing each other, and started moving slightly to the slow music, rocking back and forth with the rhythm. With a few quick movements Joey and Ben had removed their jackets, shirts and khakis and dropped their bikini briefs to the floor. Now, completely naked, still moving to the music, they really danced in each other's arms around the polished wood floor. And they took the opportunity to roam their partner's body with searching hands. Ben slowly, deviously directed their movement to have them beside their bunk bed in a moment where he carefully picked up Joey and lay him on the mattress on his back. "Joey, you've had a very hard day, you are as tight as I've ever felt your body." He leaned over and kissed his partner on the lips, biting Joey's lips with his own as passionately as he could. "I want you to lay there, close your eyes, and relax while I make beautiful love to you, my one and only ever lover." Ben lay his naked body on his right side next to Joey's slim body, muscled and defined but not large. Dark hair and a cute youngish face topped his long arms and legs and his tapered, smooth chest and narrow waist. His pert nipples hung precariously to the edge of his pecs, light pink but alive and sensitive. Ben's left hand wandered slowly, gently over this seductive body of Joey's, squeezing his pecs, his arms and hands while becoming excited himself with the feel of his skin and especially his so attractive male aroma, not cologne, just Joey himself. Ben followed a trail of brown hair over his abdomen and into his pubes, twirling them with one finger, then pulling on them. Joey's body had a muscular spasm in that area, jerking his hips and throwing his growing cock over one thigh. Ben helped Joey turn over onto his stomach, then began sliding his lips over Joey's back and shoulders, licking sometimes, kissing other times. Ben's tongue followed the knobs of Joey's spine, all the way down to his coccyx at the beginning of his buttocks split. Joey giggled lightly, knowing Ben had never gone this direction before, anticipating feeling his tongue between his buns. Moving his hands onto Joey's butt cheeks Ben separated them, revealing the hidden depths, and slightly hairy flesh and the puckered hole in the center, deeper pink and twitching slightly. Ben placed his tongue at the coccyx again, then dragged it over Joey's asshole and down almost to his scrotum, then back again. The flavor of Joey's rear attracted Ben, sent his cock stretching longer and bigger, then drooling from the end. Ben tried to stick his tongue into Joey's hole without any success, he thought, 'I'll have to practice on that later'. After he kissed the wrinkled opening, Ben left it and turned Joey onto his back again. Starting with his muscular legs, Ben kissed his inner thighs, higher and higher until he reached Joey's scrotum, hanging loose and wrinkled though filled with good-sized egg shaped testicles. After taking each one in his mouth, warming them and exciting them with his tongue, Ben noticed that Joey's cock was then totally erect, a steel rod with bulging head, thrusting straight up from his crotch, a magnificent sex tool, much like Ben's own but still different. Ben ran his tongue up the underside of Joey's throbbing cock, laying down a coat of his juices, flooding the cock and balls and pubes with his slippery saliva. That done, Ben crawled on top of Joey's hips, one knee on each side so his butt was positioned exactly above his partner's cock. He leaned forward to place his lips on Joey's as he began to sit on top of his cock. Holding Joey's cock with one hand, Ben aimed it toward his own asshole which soon lowered enough that Ben felt the cockhead against his puckered anus. Not being experienced at this Ben cautiously lowered his butt, pushing, working to get the cockhead inside his ass. Suddenly, Joey took over and thrust his hips upward, shoving his cock directly into Ben, far enough to get his cockhead completely through the sphincter. Ben wanted to scream, to get up off the offending bludgeon rammed up his ass but he didn't. He bit his lips, trying to keep from reflecting the pain he felt. Instead he pushed himself down and down, over what felt like a baseball bat shoving its way inside. Finally, sweating buckets, Ben felt Joey's pubic hair on his bottom as he sat on his love's groin, the large cock all the way in his guts, pushing everything out of its way, and as it moved across his prostate, gave Joey continual jolts to his orgasmic centers. Ben was finally getting his thrills from Joey's invading poker, sending sensations of sensual shudders throughout his body from his crotch up his spine and whole chest, especially his heart which was thoroughly Joey's. Joey reached between his raised legs to feel where Ben's cock was entering his asshole. He felt around, holding tightly to the big cock going in and out of his body, then dared to try to stick a finger into the same hole along with the prick. He hollered, "Ben, man, this is the greatest, I've never felt to hot, so stimulated, so aroused. Keep going, man, keep loving me, I need you to come inside, splash your cum all over me in there. "Oh, man, Joey, this is fantastic, I've been cuming and cuming inside me but haven't spouted yet, no wonder you loved Rocco's cock in your ass, even though it sometimes hurt like hell. If this is like hell, I'm taking the next train!" Joey was grinning widely, his face contorted in totally rapture and tears running down his cheeks, "Oh, yeah, man, take it, here it comes." He shot stream after stream of hot clotted semen filled with his millions of sperms, flooding Ben's guts and warming him innards. Joey was rhythmically shoving his groin up into Ben's bottom, reaching to get his cock farther into his lover, so he could send those pulses deeper, up into his stomach. "Joey, look at your chest, I didn't even know I came." Joey's stomach and pecs were covered with globs of Ben's explosion of semen onto him. Ben lay down on top of the puddles, spreading the slippery fluid all over Joey and himself. They kissed and hugged desperately, in love, as one in unity. Ben tried helplessly to keep Joey's slowly shrinking cock from sliding out of his ass, still delighting to have had Joey's cock inside him, way inside him. However, it soon oozed out, covered with his own sperm and other stuff, but victorious in his conquest of Ben's rear, a beautiful behind so soft, sexy, smooth and so delectable and enchanting. After washing up, the two happier young men slept together so well adjusted to each other in love, affection and admiration. "Thank you, Ben," Joey whispered. In the large cabin Adam came back early to fix breakfast for everyone. The day had dawned so damn hot, no one had a shirt on as yet. Mike was checking out his 'family', inspecting body hair patterns on them. Both Mike and Adam had a fair amount of chest hair, not thick but visible. Brian, Joey and Ben had practically none, a little around their nipples. Nils wasn't there, but Mike had seen enough to know he had chest hair, but it was practically invisible it was so pale blond. Mike and Brian both had appointments soon after eating. Mike was setting up a political commercial to be aired within a couple weeks and up to election day. Brian had other election duties at the headquarters at the same time. The men conversed over the delicious buffet, eating outside on the porch, sitting on the railing and talking about their upcoming business. Joey and Ben also ate, but concentrated on each other. Mike asked Adam, "How's Nils these days, Adam, I'm sure he's busy, but I hope you are providing some R & R for him at night." Adam actually reddened a bit, "He's just fine. I'm just helping him with the finer points." "Has anyone heard from Roy, or Sean for that matter?" Mike questioned the group. No one had learned anything, though Adam suggested one of them should check it out. "How about you, Brian, would you stop in and check with Sean? He might have completely eaten Roy up, nothing left." He laughed at his own joke, finally had some company later. Ben and Joey joined the conversation and told of their trip to Ben's parent's farm. "Ah, Brian, could we borrow your car just for an hour or so. We'll drop you off at Sean's and that's right near headquarters." Brian hesitated, worried about these youngsters, but finally agreed, "Ok, guys, just drop me off at Sean's and come back to the headquarters when you are finished. And I expect the car to be in perfect working order and no dents, Ok?" They both ran over to Brian and hugging him. Joey spoke up, "I'll see about getting Rocco's truck, maybe Nils would know." "Anyway, thanks, Brian, thanks so much. Can we go now?" Ben was in a hurry to leave. After being dropped off at Sean's building. Brian watched them drive away, obviously nervous about these young men in possession of his car, hoping they got back in one piece - car and men. They'd been driving on country roads for 30 minutes when Ben said, pointing to the right, "Here it is, Joey, where I grew up. He looked fondly at a typical Ohio farm; a large red barn, lots of trees, fenced pastures around the two story, white clapboard farm house looking freshly painted. Joey turned into the gravel driveway and parked by the large front porch where they got out, heading for the front door. Before they reached the door, it swung back, opened by a short pleasant- looking woman with what is called a full figure with a broad smile on her face. She only said, "Ben, son," and pulled him into her arms, hugging tightly. Ben returned the hug, then introduced Joey, "Mom, this in Joey Montoni, my good friend. He is a waiter at the Hob Nob Restaurant near the square. Knows lots of people." He grinned at his lover who grinned back. Joey stuck out his hand for a shake, but quickly found himself in a monster hug. "Happy to meet you, Mrs Heskett." "Joey, you just call me Mom, just like Ben" "Thank you, I'd be honored. My parents died seven years ago, so I haven't had a Mom in quite a while." He squeezed back, smiled at her honest, happy facial expression. "Then you are due to have one, and that's me, Joey, I volunteer, Ok?" "More than Ok, just wonderful. Thanks." He hugged her again with misty eyes and the warmest feeling in his heart. "I'll try not to be a burden to you, or eat too much." He almost cried. "Ben," a loud, rough male voice broke the friendly atmosphere on the porch. They all turned toward the driveway to see a tall, grim 40 year old man, obviously a farmer and most probably Ben's father. "Ben," he repeated "two minutes, I'll see you in the barn .... alone." He turned and headed for the barn himself. "Mom", Ben asked his mother, "would you take care of this worthless friend of mine, Joey? He is easy to amuse, just feed him!" They all chuckled as Ben sent another deep smile toward Joey, then turned to follow his father while Joey and 'Mom' headed for the kitchen. "Joey, I don't have much food right on hand, but I just baked an apple pie which you can have with vanilla ice cream, and maybe some blue berry muffins, too." While talking, she got his pie ready and put a basket of muffins in front of him with a huge glass of milk. Joey gasped, "What happens around here when you do have food? A seven course dinner?" 'Mom' turned toward her sink, cleaning up some dirty dishes and glasses, "I hope you and Ben are getting along together all right, he can sometimes be awfully messy, you know, underwear all over the floor and like that. But since you love each other, those are the trivialities you have put up with." Joey stared at 'Mom', beet red and embarrassed, with a mouthful of pie and ice cream, "Ah, Mom, we're getting along fine." He gulped, not knowing what else to say. She turned around again, smiling, "How did I know? Well, when you two look at each other any sensitive person can see that you love each deeply, and are profoundly committed to the other. It's Ok, Joey, Ben has needed someone for so long, I think he'd despaired of finding a partner. That's what you are, aren't you?" She fervently hoped what she had said would be the truth! Joey jumped out of his chair, went over to clutch his 'Mom' to his much taller, more slender body in such gratitude that he was unable to speak. "Love you, Mom", was all he could get out. The two large main doors of the big barn were swung wide so Ben entered the darkened interior. As he passed under the curved arch, his Dad surprised him from concealment behind one huge door, moving fast to stand in front of Ben, fury on his face. He immediately cocked his right arm, then swung it around to release its power and strength when he smacked Ben in the face with his open hand, knocking him to the straw covered floor. Ben was dazed, lying on his back with his left hand against his aching face, deep red already from the blow. Ben choked out, "Dad, what's the matter? I just came out to see you and Mom ....." Mr. Heskett broke in, "And you brought your whore slut with you, defiling our house and home with your depraved abominations!" "Dad, I don't know what's the matter." He groaned and tried to get up onto his hands and knees. Just as he made it, he received a swift kick in the butt by his father, sending him flat on the floor again. Now Ben was furious. "Dad, what the hell are you doing. You are my father, damn it, you are supposed to love, not hate ..." He stood up again, "Ok, here I am, you can hit me again and again, I'll never hit you, I love you!!" He faced his father bravely, standing tall. His father reddened in fury, his body quivering furiously in his anger, his blood pounding. "I found all that pornography when cleaning in your room, utter defiling filth about queers and homos doing all sorts of horrible things to each other. I don't understand how you can read and look at all that shit." He looked into Ben's eyes, "Well, you won't anymore because I burned all of it. And buried all those ashes somewhere on the farm." "I could say you had no right to search my room, but since it's done, no going back. You have struck me twice for what I can only call stupid hate. After this, I will be coming here to see my mother, not you. And I will be bringing my partner and lover, Joey, he's almost all I have in the world now and I'll be keeping him. Since I have no real home any more, I'll be living with him in his house. We'll come to have meals with Mom, and if you don't want us eating your food, we'll bring our own, but we will come. You have a choice to join us or just leave." Ben turned and headed out of the barn. His father said, "You don't have to bring your food. There's plenty. I won't see you." He turned back into the barn, talking to himself, "She's probably adopted your Joey already." The two young men left after Ben felt Joey's stomach for expanded girth, hugging and kissing Mom with smiles and appreciation for her being there. Heading back down the drive, Ben saw his father framed by the big doors, watching them. It was hard for Ben not to think hatred, feel hatred. Ben's father was not thinking loathing, he was sending a thought to his beloved son, 'Ben, I love you more than life, come back to me, maybe I can explain somehow, someday.' Early that same morning Roy woke up in his bedroom at Sean's apartment, rolled over, his eyes still closed when one arm felt another person in his bed. When he heard soft snores coming from his visitor, he moved his hand around to learn it definitely was a man, a tall man, a tall man with red hair. How did he know that with his eyes closed, well, he'd also decided that the man was Sean Pratt, his host. Now how did he get in his bed, he knew he'd locked the door before retiring. "Sean, wake up, Sean." Roy shook his shoulder roughly, determined to find out just what had happened or more important, hadn't happened. Sean turned over toward Roy, opened his eyes and blazed a hot smile at the man, keeping his eyes on this sexy man, so close but probably so very far. "Well, now if anyone asks if I've ever slept with you, I can honestly say 'yes'. I know I'm being sneaky. I'm just kidding you, Roy." Roy couldn't help lifting his mouth in a simple smile, no guile, no hidden agenda, his eyes were also smiling and sparkling. He had to admit, "Sean, you are quite a young man, a very likeable man with the sexiest red hair I've ever seen. Sean bowed his head a little, "Well, thank you sir, and I'd like to make the same assessment of your so favorable assets. Actually, I wanted to be in your bed when you woke up, believe me nothing happened in the night. If anything had, you .... would .... remember .... it." Sean was proud of being able to honestly make that statement." "Roy, would you please answer some very personal questions. Now wait, nothing you tell me will be heard by any living soul. That's a promise. OK?" Still a bit distrustful, Roy finally agreed to answer. "First, some truth on my side, I am gay and I'm not exactly 'out', but quite a few people know it, including Mike, Brian, Adam, a couple doctors and a few other nurses. But, they don't blab!" "Now to the down and dirty. Are you gay; do you think you might be gay, have you had gay thoughts, have you ever watch crotches and butts on men passing by? Think about it, take one question at a time." Roy turned over onto his back, scratching his head with one hand, wiping his face with the other. "I don't know, Sean. I have thought about it, and I have caught myself watching men's crotches, yes, and butts, too. But I just don't know. I have absolutely no experience, none!" "Ok, Roy, would you like to find out, to learn just what kind of man you are? You would not have to do anything you didn't want to do, the idea would be slow and easy at whatever pace suits you. What do you think?" He continued, "As an added incentive, Roy, I have a large jacuzzi with already warmed up water, just the thing. What do you think?" Roy looked serious, "I'm not sure, Sean, you are piquing my interest. You aren't going to rape me, are you?" "Not unless you want me to rape you, but I don't think you will. I promise I will never do anything that might hurt you." He smiled at Roy, reaching out to put a hand on his bare arm, "Come on, Roy, lets get out of this night wear and head for the tub." "I guess so, Sean, I'll be placing a lot of trust in you, my new friend." The two men had talked the previous night, sharing some confidences before retiring. Sean couldn't help watching Roy's body appear as he removed a t-shirt and a pair of boxer night wear, exposing a beautiful male body, well muscled and toned, wide shoulders tapering to narrow waist and hips. When he turned around, Sean focused his attention on a narrow buttocks, but still full and pert, smooth half globes perched tightly just below his back before his amazingly toned thighs and perfectly proportioned knees, calves and ankles. Sean had taken off his clothing to find underneath that his cock had risen completely out of his bright red pubes just like his hair to its largest erection in weeks, so hard and straight, so smooth with the bulging cockhead, all pale except that spongy, yielding to the touch. He just felt it and found it dripping, drooling precum already, before they had actually started. Roy followed Sean from the bedroom to the jacuzzi, realizing with a jolt that he was staring at Sean's butt, a beautiful male attribute, so full but not big, muscles moving smoothly as he walked down the hall. With a sudden surge of zeal Roy moved even with Sean, slid his arm around Sean's small waist then eased down to rest on his left buttock. Sean showed no surprise, he'd had many men who actually fell in lust with his buttocks, playing with them until he was bruised and aching. Sean did sneak a peek at Roy's cock, already in what must be its full swelling, full hardness, a large head so swollen and bulging, waving back and forth as they walked. His mouth started salivating at the thought of sucking that thing in his mouth. Slipping carefully into those warm waters, refreshed with bath oils and fragrances, the two gratefully sat on the under water benches across from each other, accustoming their bodies to the soothing heat and the fluid smoothness. Sean had a flashback, recalling his brief session with Brian in this same jacuzzi. Now he regretted having done that with him. Wasn't fair to Brian or Mike. Sean noted with interest that neither of them had lost their erections, thrusting up proudly above the surface, pulsing with their heartbeats. 'Well, he thought, I better get this party moving if we are to have one'. Slowly Sean slid around on the circular bench until he had put an arm around Roy's wide shoulders, sensing the solid muscles, the firm flesh, pulling them together from shoulder to hips to thighs and calves. Roy didn't seem to mind, still in a positive mind about it. He looked toward Sean, smiling carefully into Sean's face, obviously enjoying the close contact with this other man he hardly knew, but whom he admired greatly even at such a short acquaintence. Finally, Sean spoke, nodding down toward his own cock, "Would you like to touch it, Roy?" For a moment Roy hesitated, deciding if this next step was really what he needed to do. At last his right hand reached to Sean's crotch, wrapping his fingers around the huge cock he found there, so hard, yet soft, so hot, so smooth. His fingers roamed over the surface lightly feeling the cock's moveable skin, pushing up and back, strong enough to force some precum from the pee hole, which he spread with his thumb over Sean's cockhead, that spongy and soft bulging part of his organ. As he did this it seemed to grow in size, bursting with lust and hunger. Without warning Roy, Sean took his arm from around his shoulders and slid his hand slowly into Roy's crotch, pulling on the dark curly pubic hair, sliding some fingers around and under the young man's balls, smoothing the scrotum over them. He would love to be sucking on them right then, but decided to keep the progress of seduction at an easy pace. When Sean reached into Roy's crotch, Roy thought, 'My God, does that feel damn good, like something I've waited for all my life. Why have I remained a virgin for so long. It feels so fucking good.' His hand gripped Sean's cock even more forcefully, pumping it up and down, half in the water which made everything slipperier. The huge bulging, solid rocket just attracted him to it, so hard he wanted to get his hungry mouth over it to suckle the hell out of it. He'd never done that before, never got close, but now he was ready. But he didn't, he waited for Sean to lead the way. Roy realized that Sean hadn't even touched his cock yet, real close, around the base, but still no touching the hot, lustful poker of Roy's which had never been so hard headed. He could hardly sit still beside Sean's naked and sensual body, so beautifully muscled and absolutely ripe for loving. 'Well, I can't wait any longer,' Roy thought, 'I'll just have to go for it.' Roy slowly leaned over Sean's crotch to look closely at the bulging balloon of a cockhead wondering if he could ever get that in his mouth. With his hand holding Sean's cock upright, squeezing the rigid spike up and down Roy went far enough for his tongue to slide over the deep purple cockhead, sensing the spongy, soft yet solid helmet, then slowly moving his head down, taking the head into his mouth, his tongue twisting around the hard tissue, loving the taste and feeling of the most wonderful glans oozing boiling passion. He couldn't help himself, even if he choked, he wanted that cock in his mouth, shoving that pointed spear down his throat until he gagged. But he didn't give up and made another try, this time sliding the head far into his gullet and his lips met Sean's curlies, smelling deeply of Sean's most innermost aroma, an aphrodisiac if there ever was one. Sean had been so surprised that Roy got his whole dick in and down his throat. He wondered, 'How did this so-called virgin learn so quickly what took me a long time to accomplish?' Fortunately the two men had move higher on the seats so Roy's face wasn't actually in the water, though he probably wouldn't have minded. Roy grabbed Sean around the back, holding tight while he continued stuffing Sean's cock into his mouth and throat, titillating his hot flesh with his tongue. Sean's precum was pouring from his piss slit into Roy's mouth and down his esophagus, flood his stomach with the mellow fluid from Sean's prostate. Sean was soon aware that his body's circuitry was on overload, the tingling surged from his crotch, balls and cock up his spinal column, to crackle and spark his excited nerves even to his scalp - he was going to come . . . And .. .. He .... Did! The best hot cum he'd ever had - nobody else had done to him before. His semen rushed into Roy's mouth, engulfing his tongue, gums and throat tissues, shooting stream after stream of jizm into his torrid body. As Roy sat up, Sean wrestled him to his feet with one arm beside him in the hot tub, noting the young man's steely hard cock was protruding straight out from his light brown pubes, his piss slit drooling precum in long, hanging drips of the slick fluid. Sean hugged Roy to his body with one hand all over Roy's bouncy buttocks, the right hand hanging on to his cock. He started to pump Roy's cock vigorously, crown to base, squeezing on the outward pull increasing the flow of precum. Sean lifted his left hand in front of Roy's face and stuck his middle finger into his mouth, saying, "Roy, suck the hell out of my finger, get it soaking with saliva 'cause you're gonna get it." When Roy had done that, Sean put his left hand on Roy's buttocks, spreading the with two fingers while the middle finger jabbed straight into the man's asshole, prodded deep into it and pumped in and out lustily, through the virgin sphincter and on in to his prostate which he pulsated hard and forcefully. Roy began moaning and grunting, "Uh .... oh .... uh .... ngh ... God Sean ... that's ..... gonna do it .... punch me .... uh." Then he actually yelled, "Sean, God it's coming .... here .... now ..... hold me tight." Sean kept his finger rooting around in Roy's rectum but stopped jerking on his cock, just holding him up while he reached his climax. Sean couldn't believe what he saw, Roy's cock spitting long streams of cum, five then six, then more almost to the other side of the jacuzzi. Roy had only seen that kind of cum once before in his life. Roy staggered and stumbled, pulling Sean with him as they splashed down in the middle of the jacuzzi, throwing a couple waves of water over onto the patio floor. Roy seemed to be in a coma, not aware of what was happening as Sean held his head out of the water, pulling his body to his own, delighting in the feel of their joined flesh. Slowly, Roy recovered to look into Sean's face, "God, Sean, I feel like I was hit by a truck, a big one. What the hell did you do to me?" Sean smiled at his new lover, "Roy, I've only seen one cum like that before in my life. That was in a gay video starring the most handsome man in the world and you shot your cum just like him, just like Lucas in Lucas' story. Man, that was something. You even look a lot like him, those sparkling grey eyes and huge cock. Of course he's uncut, but still much the same." He squeezed Roy, "My man, I'm gonna do everything I can to keep you." He mashed his lips onto Roy's, searching in his mouth for his tongue, dueling with that muscle when he found it. "You're not getting away." Roy retorted, "Do you see me running away?" To himself he thought, 'Boy, was I ready." By the time Joey and Ben stopped to pick up Brian at campaign headquarters, Ben was lying down in the tiny back seat, groaning in pain. His butt hurt him so bad, he had to tell Joey what happened. Joey told him to wait until they got Brian to see what they should do. Brian got in the car, looked around at Ben, immediately noticing his bright red hand print on his face, and his odd position on the seat. He looked questioningly at Joey who then explained everything to Brian. "Oh, man, I'm sorry Ben, so sorry about your father, but we'll get you fixed up." He noticed that Ben was crying, tears dripping down his cheeks, deep furrows on his brow and forehead. He reached over the seat back, holding on to Ben's hand, gripping tenderly in sympathy. "Joey, let's go see Sean, he shouldn't have gone to work yet." Brian pressed the button under Sean's phoney name to ring his apartment. "Yes?" Sean answered. "Sean, this is Brian. I need some urgent help and I need to bring Joey and Ben up with me, remember them, they were with Rocco at the hospital." Sean answered quickly, "Sure, Brian, I'll buzz you in. Come on up, you know where." Once in the apartment Brian explained what had happened to Ben with help from both Ben and Joey. Ben was in a lot of distress, noticeable even though he tried to hide it. Sean looked at Ben, "Ben, let the guys help you back to the jacuzzi room, I have a padded training table there where you can lie down so I can examine you. And I'll get some stuff that should help you." Soon Ben was stretched out on his stomach on the table, his pants and briefs around his knees. The other three gasped at Ben's bottom, such dark red bruises spread over it. Sean gently touched his butt cheeks just enough to feel the depth of injury, then just as carefully as possible he pulled the two cheeks apart. In his opinion the injury to the asshole and rectum was negligible, though it will probably be quite sore for a while. Ben's buttocks were strong enough and thick enough to protect his sphincter from damage. After getting some medication from his First Aid chest, Sean tenderly applied a antiseptic anaesthetic cream to the whole area, making Ben as comfortable as possible, finally covering him with a blanket because that area was damp and cool. "How's that feeling, Ben?" Ben barely spoke, "Much better, Sean, thanks. I think I might sleep a little." "Ok, Ben, you are welcome to stay here. Just relax." Sean showed Joey and Brian into the kitchen where he fix them all a few sandwiches. "I think Ben is worn out partly because of his intense struggle with his father, he'll recover soon." He looked toward the jacuzzi room, "He's going to hurt a while, " he smiled at Joey, "so you'll have to stay away from his ass for a couple days." Joey looked grim and pouted, "Well, shit, we haven't had sex since .... ah ... well, I guess I can do that," remembering they'd just had sex the previous night." He felt embarrassed, thinking, 'they'll think we're just sex hounds.' He added, 'and they're right'. "Joey, you are welcome to stay here just as long as Ben needs you. Ok?" "Thanks, Sean." "And Brian, I know you'll want to get back to Mike. I'll see to the boys. Also, I'll have to go to the hospital soon. I'll show Joey how to let you in. " Joey spoke up, "Uh, Brian, could I talk to you just a minute, just you and me." "You can use the den, Joey, soundproof and very quiet," Sean offered. "Lock the door if you want." Brian settled in a strange leather chair, an Eames chair he thought he remembered.. "What is it, Joey." "Brian, I was with my brother the night before he died. He spoke to me about a number of things between just us, but the last words he got out were, 'it's ..... tone, it's .... tone' I didn't know what he meant, and still don't. I can't imagine how that could apply to me. But he was determined to get that out. He used pretty much his last strength to do it. I had my ear pressed onto his lips." Joey started to weep as he remembered his last time with his brother. Brian stood up, enfolded Joey into his arms, "That's Ok, Joey. You're a good man. I'm not sure that I know what it means, but I will tell Mike. He'll probably know. Thanks you lots. I'll leave you to get back to him, you stay with your partner. When you guys need a ride, just call and we'll be here. Ok?" Joey smiled at Brian, "Thanks." Mike had finished his taping and was back in the cabin wondering where Brian was. He was sure everything was all right, hopeful that Joey and Ben hadn't wrecked Brian's car. His cell phone warbled. "Hello." "Mr, Keith?" "Yes." A very young voice continued, "Mr. Keith, you don't know me, but I just sucked off a man who is trying to get evidence - pictures, maybe video - showing you doin' homo stuff. I heard him tell somebody else to get it. I'm sorry but I don't know his name. He has a big sedan, Town Car I think, and maybe the next time he wants me I can get the license plate number." "How old are you, son?" "13 years old." He waited, "You can call me GB." "Well, Jeebee, I appreciate your calling me, could we meet, very carefully, soon? I don't want you doing anything dangerous to you. Understand? What's your phone number?" "Gotta go!" The circuit was broken. Not ten minutes later, Mike's cell phone warbled again. Brian wasn't home yet. "Hello, Mr Keith" This voice was a much more mature one that the previous call. "Yes." "This gotta be quick. You don't know me, but I've been hired to get evidence about you doin' queer stuff, you and some other guy. And the man who wants this is pushin' me real hard. I think it stinks and I'm holding back, but if he gets to me I'm gonna have ta get somethin'." "Can you give me a number? A name, anything? This is the second call about the same thing, but the other caller was a young boy. You have any ideas?" Jake thought, then said, "Yes, I do. I know this man a bit, don't know his name. But I do know he goes for chicken. Do you know what I'm talkin' about?" The meaning finally sunk into Mike's brain, "Ah, yes, I think my first caller was one of those. Sounded really young. Said he was 13 but I wouldn't be too sure about that." "You're right, he goes for the youngest chickens, son of a bitch. I'd like to cut his cock off." "Can you give me anything? Name, car, business? No clues from his phone calls?" "Nothing, but I'll keep tryin'" "Well, could I meet with you?" "Hell, no, I'm under ...... Oops, sorry. I'll be back, Mr Keith. Watch yourself." "Thanks." The author would like to hear from readers - authorpaul@mail.com authorpaul@hotmail.com